Concubine

Chapter 390

After Song Yuner left, Yang Qiuchi took Wu Qiaozhen's blood sample and fingerprints, and then used a cotton swab dipped in physiological saline to wipe the deceased Wu Qiaozhen's cheeks, lips, and nipples, and prepared them for inspection, hoping to find out Spots of saliva that do not belong to the deceased.This trick was used in the Yizhifeng Mojingqing murder case, and it provided an important basis for discovering criminal clues.

However, if the deceased Wu Qiaozhen had washed and changed her clothes before being encoffined, there might not be saliva spots left behind.

After thinking about it, the deceased's mouth is usually not cleaned when the corpse is cleaned, so he extracted the saliva from the mouth and tongue of the deceased.If the deceased had been intimate with someone before his death, it is possible to leave traces of saliva spots.

After extracting, Yang Qiuchi put on Wu Qiaozhen's dress and walked out of the room.Wu Ciren greeted him and asked, "How is it? My lord. Did you find anything?"

Yang Qiuchi asked: "Is the husband you invited for Miss Qiaozhen surnamed Kuang?"

"Yes, he is the son of Mr. Kuang Xian Jue Kuang, a scholar of the Imperial Academy." Wu Ciren replied.

"Little brother heard that this person knows martial arts? How about his martial arts?"

"This... I don't know martial arts, but I heard from my daughter that this Mr. Kuang is very good at martial arts. My daughter likes this Mr. Kuang very much because he is very good at martial arts, and my daughter likes to dance with spears and clubs since she was a child."

Yang Qiuchi is only as good as a three-legged cat in martial arts. He just learned a set of boxing techniques and a set of saber techniques from Song Yuner. In terms of martial arts, I can't ask for a name.

Yang Qiuchi asked: "Has Mr. Kuang gone to Luzhou? Who is there in Luzhou?"

"Yes, his mother was buried in Luzhou. He went to worship her mother's memorial day the day before yesterday."

"Can you find him?"

"Should be fine—could it be Mr. Kuang...?"

"No, no, I'm just asking casually." Yang Qiuchi didn't want to reveal his investigation direction prematurely, so he asked, "Is Madam Zun at home?"

"Yes, in the bedroom, do you need to call her?"

"No, Master Wu just take me to see Mrs. Zun. I have something to ask her."

Wu Ciren agreed, and led Yang Qiuchi to the small garden where they lived.

Entering the living room, I saw that the living room is full of piano, chess, calligraphy, paintings, and antiques. Compared with what I saw in the lady's room, it is unique.

Wu Ciren ordered the maid to go to the back room to invite his wife, Mrs. Xia, and then invited Yang Qiuchi to a seat.Not long after, the Xia family came out from the back room. After Wu Ciren made an introduction, the two parties met and sat down separately, and the family offered tea.

The Xia family looked sad, as if she hadn't recovered from the loss of her daughter.

Yang Qiuchi coughed, but still bit the bullet and said: "Mrs. Wu, I was invited by Master Wu to help solve the case of Ling Ai's murder. I have some questions to ask Madam. I may ask some topics that make Madam sad. Please excuse me."

Xia Shi nodded slightly, but did not speak.

"Is Ling Ai married?" The deceased Wu Qiaozhen was already 16 years old. In the Ming Dynasty, he was already past the age of marriage. According to the previous judgment, the murderer was probably someone who could enter and leave Wu Qiaozhen's room at will, so Yang Qiuchi asked. .

"It's definitely decided, but...it's just that Qiaozhen has been dissatisfied..." Speaking of her daughter, Xia couldn't help sobbing softly again, and after a while, she continued: "A few months ago, the commander Li Zhiye asked a matchmaker to come to the door to say goodbye. He said that his eldest son Li Tianpeng fell in love with our Qiaozhen at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, but Li Tianpeng is idle and has no skills. He just relies on his father and fools around outside every day. But our master is not easy to refuse, and he is worried and doesn’t know what to do manage."

Yang Qiuchi also understands their feelings very well, this is indeed difficult to handle, the commander of the military region asked a matchmaker to propose marriage to his son, he is a high-ranking official who is not easy to refuse, the parents ordered the matchmaker to say, you can't say that your son is a disciple, Not good enough for my daughter.

Xia went on to say: "Oh! It's my daughter's fate. Just when we were at a loss, Li Tianpeng accidentally met Qiaoyun, the daughter of our lord's sixth aunt, and the Li family proposed to marry Qiaoyun again. We also I was so happy that I just went with the flow and married Qiao Yun."

"Does the sixth aunt know about this?" Yang Qiuchi asked.

"I know, but what can I do if I know her? My mother will do what I say."

Yang Qiuchi immediately remembered that in ancient times, the daughter of the aunt could not recognize her own mother as her mother, but had to recognize her aunt (the eldest wife) as her mother. The marriage of the aunt's daughter was also decided by the eldest wife.Therefore, even if Qiao Yun's biological mother, Liu Yiniang, objected, it would be useless.

Speaking of the sixth aunt, Xia's face was full of contempt, and she said: "I married Qiaoyun to Li Tianpeng, the son of the Li family. The sixth aunt was very unhappy. During dinner the day before yesterday, she actually said; 'I knew Qiaozhen was going to die. At the beginning, it was better to let Qiaozhen marry Li Tianpeng, maybe I could escape this disaster. I grabbed the job bowl in my hand and threw it over to her, detaining her whole meal. She didn't dare to fart, huh, You deserve it!" After saying that, his eyes were full of resentment.

It seems that the wives and concubines of the Wu family are not very harmonious.

Wu Ciren coughed: "Madam, don't say these irrelevant things."

Xia's eyes glared: "You're the one who protects that vixen! You think I'm old, don't you? Then go find that vixen, anyway, my daughter is dead too, and I have nothing to rely on... My poor son ..." Xia Shi burst into tears.

Wu Ciren seemed to be a henpecked master, so he forced a smile at Yang Qiuchi in embarrassment, his eyes were full of helplessness.

Yang Qiuchi coughed heavily, overshadowing Xia's mournful voice, and said, "Mrs. Wu, please be patient, I still have something to ask."

Only then did the Xia family suppress her grief.

Yang Qiuchi said: "I heard from Zhang Zhaocai, the servant of the Zunfu, that there was a note on the table at the scene of the murder, which was taken away by the madam. Can the madam show this note to the officer?"

"Does this have something to do with solving the case?" Madam hesitated.

"I think so. Maybe it was written by the murderer." Yang Qiuchi said.

"No, it's our family's Qiaozhen's handwriting..." Xia Shi was still hesitating.

Judging from her tone, it seems that this note is somewhat inconvenient for outsiders to see.Yang Qiuchi retreated, sighed, and said: "If madam finds it inconvenient to show it to me, I won't force you. However, if you miss clues and can't find the real culprit, then Miss Qiaozhen can't do it." It would be a pity to report it.”

Speaking of avenging her daughter, this is of course Xia's greatest wish. She gritted her teeth lightly, took out a piece of paper from her bosom, and handed it to Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi took it, unfolded it, and saw that the handwriting was beautiful, and it really was a poem:

Yulou Ice Mat Mandarin Duck Brocade,
Fen Rongxiang Sweat Mountain Pillow.

The sound of the pulley outside the table,
He raised his eyebrows and smiled in surprise.

The willows are cloudy and misty,
Low temples and hairpins fall.

I have to fight all my life,

Do your best today.

This is the Tang Dynasty poet Niu Qiao's "Bodhisattva Man" copied by Miss Wu Qiaozhen. Yang Qiuchi is not very familiar with ancient poems, so naturally he doesn't know.

He took a rough look, but he couldn't see any tricks. He read it word by word, and gradually got a feeling. He read it again according to his feeling, and then realized that it seemed to be about the relationship between a girl and her lover. Huanshi's action psychology is an erotic poem, but his cultivation in ancient poetry is limited, he is not sure in his heart, and looks at Xia Shi suspiciously.

Mrs. Xia tilted her head to one side, as if she didn't see Yang Qiuchi's gaze.

Yang Qiuchi looked at Wu Ciren again, and saw that he looked quite embarrassed, and he understood in his heart that this is indeed a erotic poem, and it was written by his daughter. No wonder the Xia family is not willing to show it, lest there will be taint Qing Yu after the death of her daughter.

Yang Qiuchi said: "I want to keep this poem as a clue to solve the problem, Madam, do you have any objections?"

Only then did Xia Shi bow her body, and stammered: "Okay..., it's just this..., Sir, please..."

Yang Qiuchi understood immediately, and said, "Madam, please rest assured, I will keep it secret and will never show it to outsiders."

Calculating the time, Song Yuner should be back, Yang Qiuchi said: "Just now, I asked my sister to invite an expert to study the case with me. It should be here soon. Let's go back to the mourning hall first."

Yang Qiuchi and Wu Ciren returned to the mourning hall. From a distance, they saw Song Yuner and Liu Ruobing in white clothes standing in front of the hall. Seeing Yang Qiuchi approaching, Song Yuner said angrily, "Brother! Where did you go? Master and I have been waiting for a long time."

Yang Qiuchi smiled apologetically, first introduced Wu Ciren, and then introduced Liu Ruobing to Wu Ciren, saying: "This is... this is the master of my younger sister, Senior Liu Ruobing Liu."

Wu Ciren looked at Liu Ruobing, couldn't help shaking, and sighed, "Although this woman is pregnant, her appearance is still extremely glamorous and beautiful. Apart from the fact that the little girl who came with Lord Yang is comparable, he also I really didn't know there were such beauties in this world.

He involuntarily looked at Liu Ruobing carefully for a few more times, and saw her eyes were as cold as lightning, which made people dare not look directly at her. He hurriedly lowered his eyes, knowing that this was the expert who Yang Qiuchi had just said was invited to study the case together, and he was here to help. The one who solved the case of his daughter's murder hastily saluted: "Thank you, Senior Liu, for your generous help."

Liu Ruobing didn't speak, but returned a salute, turned to Yang Qiuchi, became as gentle as autumn water, and said, "Qiuchi, where is he?"

"It's in the wing, follow me." Yang Qiuchi really wanted to reach out to help Liu Ruobing, but he held back and led the way into the room where Wu Qiaozhen's body was stored.

Liu Ruobing came to Wu Qiaozhen's corpse, and used the probe to test the angle of the wound in the throat of the deceased. She also let out a gasp, and slowly let go of her hand, staring at the wound in a daze.

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