Forensic lady champion husband

Chapter 54

After driving for half an hour, the carriage finally arrived at the Niangniang Temple in the north of the city. It has been three months since the last time I came here. The once lush pagoda tree has withered in the north wind, and the dry branches suddenly split the gray sky. The red wall of the temple under the tree is even more dazzling, as if it is the only color in the empty world.

"Revisiting the old place, I am full of emotions!" Du He jumped out of the car, stretched his waist, and saw a little Taoist nun in Tsing Yi sweeping the snow in front of the door, stepping on the snow that had not covered the upper of the shoe, and walked forward. Putting his hands together, he said, "Little Xiangu, is your master Xuanzhen here?"

The little Taoist nun was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, two dimples appeared on her cheeks flushed with cold, and said softly: "Yes, benefactor, please come in, I will report to Master."

Du He smiled and turned around to greet Yan Ziqin and Ming Shu who were following behind, telling them to follow quickly.

Mingshu usually looks alive and kicking, but she only has one problem—frightening of the cold.In modern times, the biggest torment was that you often went to snow-covered mountains when you went on missions in winter.The winter in the north can only be described in one word—dry and cold, especially when it reaches the wind outlet, the stern cold wind cuts across the bones like a boning steel knife. Put on seven or eight pieces of warm baby, and it will still penetrate people.

I remember one time, when she was an intern in a criminal investigation team in Miyun County in the suburbs of Beijing, the grassroots police station reported that villagers in the jurisdiction found suspicious objects in the reservoir area, suspected to be corpses. Her mentor thought this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Arriving at the scene with the police, she went into the water in the weather of minus ten degrees. From the salvage of the corpse to the preliminary autopsy on the scene, in order to exercise herself, she complained from the beginning to the end. Pale and pale, he found a residential house along the way and warmed up on the kang for a long time before recovering.

After arriving in the Northern Song Dynasty, she was the daughter of a privy envoy, and she could be kept at home all year round. In winter, it was logical that she would not go out of the door. Today, I heard that she is going out of the city and into the mountains. For the sake of her own health, Ming Shu Wrap yourself into a big rice dumpling, and put on three fur coats. As long as the temperature is not graceful, you are a hero if you can survive in the ice and snow.

Yan Ziqin supported the lady who was a bit bulky due to wearing too much clothes, and moved forward cautiously, "Is it still cold?"

Mingshu shook her head, but her neck was already covered, so her movements didn't look obvious.

"It's not cold, maybe it's because I've taken too many tonics recently, my body is hot, and I don't seem to be so afraid of the cold anymore."

Du He folded his arms around his chest, looked helplessly at the two of them, especially Ming Shu, who was like a big spinning top, and said, "Slowly, swaying, wrapped into a big ball, others don't know and think you have a body."

Yan Ziqin glared at him, Mingshu bent down and grabbed a ball of snow and sprinkled it on his face, angrily said: "Nonsense! If you talk nonsense again, I will stuff snow into the back of your neck, so that you can experience the feeling of being afraid of the cold! Husband , Help me beat him."

Yan Ziqin didn't speak, but he didn't move either.

Staggering to the living room, the charcoal fire in the room was not very warm, so Yan Ziqin stuffed a few more copper coins and asked the little nun who led them in to bring some hot charcoal basins, and the little nun went happily.

Seeing her leave, Du He stroked his chin and snickered, "Just now at the door, I was talking to her, and she stared at me for a long time, was she fascinated by the young master?"

Mingshu was speechless, and said with disgust: "You perform Buddhist rituals to Taoist priests, can people not be stunned? Another day you won the champion of martial arts, put your hands together and say 'Amitabha Buddha' to the officials, maybe you can enjoy being crossed." Believe it or not, the treatment of going out of the court?"

While talking, the door opened, and Xuan Zhen, who was wearing a green cloth overcoat, walked in, with a quiet expression on her face, she was a little old, but her memory was very good, she just raised her eyes and recognized the three of them, and recognized Yan Zi Qin and Mingshu saluted and said, "So it's Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan. It's been a long time. I don't know the name of this benefactor?"

Du He smiled and said, "I don't have these two nobles, so I don't have a respectable surname. My surname is Du, and Master can call me whatever you want."

Xuanzhen nodded and said: "So it's Mr. Du Lang, I don't know how many of you came here in the snow, what's your order?"

Yan Ziqin said: "I just want to add some incense money to the temple. By the way, I want to know what strange things happened in the temple on the night of August [-]st?"

Xuanzhen's brows twitched slightly. I don't know if it was for the incense money or to inquire about the matter. In any case, a conversation was inevitable, so she sat across from the three of them and remained silent for a long time before she spoke: "You guys want to investigate Ruan Qingqing's death before she died. Come on, Pindao is a monk, so he shouldn't have lied, but he is stupid by nature, so I don't know where to start, please tell Master Yan clearly."

Yan Ziqin thought for a while and said, "Then, with all due respect, did Ruan Qingqing ever come to the temple on the night of the first day of August?"

Xuanzhen nodded, and Yan Ziqin asked again: "Is she here alone, or is someone accompanying her, is the person accompanying her Yin Jun?"

Xuanzhen was stunned. Even though she had no expression, it was obvious that she was frozen in surprise or fear. After a long silence, she sighed and said, "I often talk about the principles of heaven, and I have seen the poor. I was afraid that I would not hear the truth when I asked Pindao this question two months ago, but today, Pindao has just recovered from a serious illness, and made a vow that if anyone asks about Ruan Qingqing's death, it will be fine if they don't mention Yin Jun , mentioned, I will tell the truth."

Hearing what she said, the three of them pricked up their ears and stared intently at the old Taoist nun with a dejected face.

"According to seniority, Yin Jun wanted to call me aunt, but I have been a monk for half a life, and I should have broken the relationship with the world long ago. I helped him cover it up with selfishness before, and it really sucked the retribution."

"On the first day of August, it was rare for Jun'er to go home. He brought a woman to the temple at night. When the woman arrived at the Hall of Zhusheng, there was occasional shouting, probably because he made the woman swear in front of the concubine that the child in her womb was his, the woman whispered a few words, and he babbled again. I got up. I was also negligent, didn’t pay attention, and stood outside the hall to let him stop. Later, the disciples said that Jun’er had gone out. I suspected that the woman was still there, so I searched it myself. I saw no one, and seemed to have left. I locked the door of the palace, but who would have thought that she would hang herself on the beam the next day. If I had been more careful, maybe... oh..."

After Xuanzhen finished speaking, she raised her head and sighed: "Pindao has already figured it out. Anyway, Jun'er is dead, Ruan Qingqing also committed suicide, and the due retribution has been fulfilled. Pindao has no reason to lie anymore."

"In this way, Ruan Qingqing did commit suicide?" Ming Shu was still doubting the authenticity of Xuan Zhen's words, but Yan Ziqin had already handed over his hands, took out a letter of silver from his bosom, and handed it to Xuan Zhen.

Mingshu secretly pulled him aside, and said angrily, "You really gave her incense money? It's unknown how true or false what she said!"

Yan Ziqin saw that the way the lady disciplined herself was exactly the same as when the "shrew" and "jealous woman" in the play disciplined the husband who loves to spend money. For some reason, his heart was warm. It must be that Mingshu had already regarded himself as sharing the joys and sorrows with her partner, that's why he cares so much about family affairs.

"She didn't lie. If she had known that Ruan Qingqing would die in the hall, she should have disposed of the body overnight. She would never be so stupid as to let us find out. Didn't you realize that because of the murder, the incense here is not as prosperous as it used to be, Giving her some incense money is also a pity for the weak and the poor. In any case, this is a temple for the empress to send off her son, and spending some money to reshape the golden body can be regarded as accumulating some yin and yang for our children."

After hearing Yan Ziqin's explanation, Ming Shu felt relieved, and visited Yin Jun's house and Ruan Qingqing's house in the nearby villages respectively. The two families lived next to each other, but their conditions were much worse.Yin Jun's family is poorer. He is the only son. Although he is a petty official, he doesn't send much money to his family. It is estimated that his salary is thin and his pocket is shy.But Ruan Qingqing's family was very wealthy, and Ruan's father even took a concubine and gave birth to a four or five-year-old son who was very pampered in silk and gold.

On the way back, Du He secretly sneered and said, "Selling children and daughters is really good money. When you are old and marry a younger one, you will pass on the incense. It seems that this is just talk."

Mingshu said: "Do you think he is doing well now? When will he be good? When his son grows up and knows what his father is like, how can he respect him?"

As she spoke, she flipped through a stack of papers, which were brought from Yin Jun’s home. They were all written by Yin Jun when he was young or young. , are very scribbled, there were more when I was a child, and I didn’t go home often after I became an official in the city, so the drafts were much less.

Yan Ziqin said: "Yin Jun's family still has some clues to follow. Ruan Qingqing's family has already disposed of some of her belongings, burned them, sold them, and I'm afraid I have to go back to Qiyu Pavilion. You can only find something useful in the room you lived in before your death.”

Seeing Yan Ziqin looking at him, Du He quickly waved his hands and said, "Look at what I'm doing, I'm not familiar with it, I just went... two or three times?"

Yan Ziqin said: "But you are familiar with Mrs. Luo, let her take us back to have a look, I will settle the imperial army who blocked the Qiyu Pavilion, and you go to discuss with Mrs. Luo—didn't she swear she would never go back? You can persuade her."

Du He couldn't stop shaking his head, and said: "I don't dislike her now, but... I don't want to beg her. She is serious with me, but I really don't want to have anything to do with her. She is a good woman, and I don't want to see her. She was very sad, so she simply didn't meet."

Ming Shu said, "You still think her purpose is suspicious?"

Du He sighed: "Are you really stupid or fake stupid? Even if she is not suspicious, my elder brother and sister-in-law will never allow me to marry a singing girl, not to mention that my temple is too small to fit a lady who is famous in the capital. Stop it, don't delay others."

Ming Shu and Yan Ziqin looked at each other silently, especially Ming Shu, who often forgot that the gap between Du He and Luo Qiyu was an insurmountable difference between good and bad. This is why many famous prostitutes have to marry rich businessmen or high-ranking officials as their concubines to live a stable and steady life. If they marry a penniless young man only based on their feelings, the pressure they have to endure will be even greater. In the eyes and discussions, the old feelings are gradually fading away, and without the backing of power and money, the ideal peaceful life is ultimately a castle in the air.

"What about Mrs. Luo, she is ready to redeem herself and follow you after death." Mingshu said helplessly.

Du He's face was cloudy and cloudy. He was usually cheerful and active to the point of being annoying, but he also had moments of melancholy.

Back at home in Taipingfang, the housekeeper, Nanny Chen, had ordered the cook to set up the brass pot with boiling thick soup. It was divided into two halves. Spicy pepper soup, a pot as big as a washbasin sits on a red clay stove, emitting clouds of fragrant white gas.

"It's freezing, eat something to drive away the cold!" Nanny Chen greeted with a smile as she helped Mingshu take off her heavy robe.

On the table are thick slices of hand-cut mutton and dipping sauce with rich salt and thick sauce. People in the Song Dynasty called this food hot pot, which is somewhat similar to modern hot pot.

Mingshu read a story on hot pot ingredients before traveling. It said that when Yuan Taizu Kublai Khan was marching, the troops suddenly had to move out and had no time to prepare ingredients, so they had to use helmets to boil water and boil meat, and hot pot was born.She has always been convinced of this story, and it was not until the Song Dynasty that she discovered that hot pots had long existed in the Central Plains. She heard from those old people who had experienced the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms era that there were "huge mandarin duck pots" divided into five grids at that time. Simultaneously rinse five different flavors.

"Look, I cut this plate of mutton tenderloin!" Luo Qiyu came from the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist and sleeves rolled up. She was dressed in homely civilian clothes. It was completely different from her bright and colorful dress in the past. The beauty of hibiscus grows out of clear water.

She intentionally put the plate in front of Du He and sat beside him, but Du He remained unmoved. Luo Qiyu helped him pick up a piece of mutton and put it on his plate, but he threw it back.

"I don't eat spicy food," he said.

"Oh..." Luo Qiyu is from Chengdu, and she loves all kinds of spicy food, so she didn't expect this.

Ming Shu looked at Yan Ziqin, only to find that Yan Ziqin was also looking at her in embarrassment. The two looked at each other and raised their glasses in unison. With a glass of wine, I wish Mrs. Luo a new life soon."

Luo Qiyu pulled out a smiling face that was uglier than crying, and said: "Thank you." As she spoke, she glanced sideways at Du He, seeing that he didn't express anything, she felt bitter.She had already arranged this person into her vision of future life, but unfortunately he didn't care, and she couldn't even see any friendship.

Because of Du and Sizhu's attitude of not being afraid of boiling water, the scene turned cold again. The hot soup in the pot was bubbling and bubbling. To go, not to come down, tormented, silent.

"Pretend, still pretend!" Luo Qiyu murmured.

Being stabbed by her, Du He couldn't help laughing, he was a very lively person, in order to alienate Luo Qiyu, he pretended to be deep for a long time, but now he couldn't help it anymore, and laughed loudly: "I'm guilty, let everyone Tell a joke and make amends!"

Mingshu clapped her hands and said, "Okay, okay, talk!" Then, she pushed Yan Ziqin with her knee and let him applaud together.

Du He stood up, raised his wine glass and said with gestures: "There was a young lady who was choosing a husband, and two families came to propose marriage. Who do you want to marry, the woman replied: "Marry both families." Parents didn't understand, asked her what she meant, guess what she said - "I went to the east house to eat, and went to the west house to sleep!" Hahahahaha !"

Luo Qiyu scolded: "To die, what a narrow joke!"

Du He said: "This is a real story!"

Mingshu also blamed him for talking nonsense, how could such a thing happen in the world, she turned to ask Yan Ziqin if he believed it or not, but he was silent.

"What do you remember?" Mingshu asked.

Yan Ziqin said slowly: "I seem to understand. Yin Jun redeemed Ruan Qingqing after her death. It's not that he didn't take Ruan Qingqing back, but that Ruan Qingqing was unwilling to follow him."

Luo Qiyu heard him mention the person in Qiyu Pavilion, and asked: "What do you mean?"

"Ruan Qingqing is also vacillating between the 'Dong Family' and the 'West Family'..."

(End of this chapter)