The Delicate Lady Coroner

Lin Zhao went back to the Lin Mansion in despair. When he arrived at the main courtyard, he hesitated to never enter the house, but didn't want to see Chu Clan walking out of the house. Seeing that he looked wrong, he hurriedly greeted him, "Zhao'er, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Zhao stopped talking, hesitated for two moments and couldn't help but said: "Mother, what kind of woman do you think Wu Zhaohou would marry as his wife?"

The Chu family didn't understand why Lin Zhao suddenly cared about Huo Wei Tower, and he thought a little before saying: "Your Majesty wanted to marry Hou Ye before. It seems that he has taken a fancy to General Zhenguo's young lady. What are you asking about this?"

Lin Zhao's heart sank as he heard it, his eyes flashed, "You said you want to see your husband's house for your second sister? Do you have someone to see?"

When Lin Zhao asked about Bo Ruoyou, Chu's eyes lit up, "Zhao'er, what are you asking about this?" She turned her eyes and was a little surprised. ?"

Lin Zhao's mouth was bitter and hard to say, but the Chu family was completely wrong, "How could this be possible? The Bo family is now losing power, not to mention, Youyou is working in the government office for the worrisome, and the worrisome is a bargain. This is absolutely impossible."

Chu said, sighed, "You think so, do you feel ashamed of her? But you know the identity of Wu Zhaohou, what you think is too unrealistic, and she worked for her in Yamen for a day. It’s hard to find a good family in one day, even because of the Lin family’s face, you can probably only find an ordinary official."

Lin Zhao's face became heavier when he heard that, and the Chu family looked at him for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Zhao'er, do you like Youyou?"

Lin Zhaotong trembled lightly, but he hesitated for a moment before answering, Chu's eyes narrowed, "Zhao'er, if you are willing, my father and I will not object—"

Lin Zhao turned sideways, and said, "But my mother said that my second sister was doing a job..."

Chu raised his lips, "She can't do anything for a lifetime, I just said it, but ordinary people talk about the balance of pro-time, you also know how the capital family officials talk about marriage and marriage, but I and your father are right. Youyou is also a little guilty, but if you like Zhaoer, it is the most rare."

Like it is the rarest thing. Lin Zhao thought of the scene when Shi Cai Bo Ruoyou rushed to Huo Wei Lou's carriage, and shook his head. It sounds good."

The Chu family was a little bit sighed. She and Lin Huai were young couples. They were in love when they were married. Now that Lin Zhao is about to get married, she naturally hopes that Lin Zhao will choose someone she likes. When Lin Zhao and Bo Yixian grew up together, they also recognized this marriage very much. I only thought that Lin Zhao liked Bo Yixian, but in the end he just obeyed his parents' orders.

The Chu family knows Lin Zhao too well. He is the best emperor student taught by the Imperial College. He respects the teacher, respects the morals, self-denial and respects himself. He is a model of the family's son, and he never disobeys his parents. The Chu family can no longer be satisfied with him. The more pleased, the more I want to make Lin Zhao's marriage and Mei not regretful.

She saw that Lin Zhao didn't move unintentionally, "Zhao'er, have you thought about it?"

Lin Zhao's fists closed in his sleeves clenched, and he dared not look at Chu for a while. Many considerations were overturned in his heart. He didn't know how to answer. From start to finish, he just looked at Bo Ruoyou from a distance, and the scene he saw today. , Bo Ruoyou is clearly willing.

But how can Bo Ruoyou be a concubine?

"I...I think it's over..." Lin Zhao breathed out difficultly, "If my mother feels ashamed, she might as well discuss with Uncle Cheng Haosheng to choose a good relationship for the second sister." Yanbi said again: "Hurry up. It's best that the next time Uncle Cheng sees his mother, the mother will discuss the matter with Uncle Cheng."

The Chu family was very puzzled. It was unknown why Lin Zhao was so anxious to let her show Bo Ruoyou the relatives, but Lin Zhao stopped saying much, and soon said goodbye to the Chu family, "Mother must do your best. Come in and rest."

He left after speaking, but felt sour in his heart. For many years, he has taken every step according to everyone's expectations. He has the current career without fighting or grabbing, but now it is his turn to choose for himself, and he can't pluck any courage.

…

In the early morning of the next day, Bo Ruoyou arrived at the Yamen early again. As soon as he walked to the entrance of Neiku, he saw that someone had arrived earlier than her.

It was Hu Changqing who was standing in front of the cabinet with two civil servants.

She stepped through the door, and Hu Changqing turned around and looked over. Seeing that she was coming, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across her face, but she came forward with a solemn expression and bowed his hands, "Thin girl—"

Bo Ruoyou took a half step back, "What is Hu Yao doing?"

Hu Changqing said with complete confidence, "I was poisoned at home that day. It was the girl and the head catcher who went to rescue me. Later in the camp, it was the girl’s adoptive father’s prescription that detoxified me and other patients. I... I used to I should apologize for being disrespectful to the girl's words."

Hu Changqing is now cured, and his mentality has changed drastically. He changed his acrimonious appearance in the past and apologized to her in a serious manner. Bo Ruoyou was not a grudge, and said, "Nothing, I didn't take it to heart."

Hu Changqing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He pointed to a few gaps in the cabinet and said: "According to the order of the head catcher, we have read the 18-year Jianhe dossier again, but still nothing—"

Bo Ruoyou pondered for a moment, "I still have to turn forward. After all, it was more than ten years ago. It is also very common to not remember the time. The fire has injured people's lives. It is not a trivial matter and cannot be easily lost."

Hu Changqing should be, while removing the file on the cabinet, he said: "Three people died in this murder, and the killing of birds was used as a herald every time. Spiritual, so I was wondering, will the killer be able to tame birds?"

Bo Ruoyou nodded, "I also thought about it, but there are only four masters who tamed the birds in the park. They caught the head and asked them. They have no grievances with the deceased, and they all have witnesses by their side. They are not the murderers."

"The three of the deceased and the other two came out of the Zhao family in the early years, but the mortal homicide case is nothing more than love, money, or hatred. This murderer's murderous methods are tricky and have the intent of punishment. In my opinion It’s more like a hatred."

After Bo Ruoyou finished speaking, he held the file and went to the table. "It was for enmity, and all the members of the Zhao family were still dead. If you can find someone who was still alive in the Zhao family, you might know the murderer. The reason for this."

She put the file on the table, "Perhaps, the murderer was the one who survived the Zhao family."

Hu Changqing sat opposite her, and soon there was a rustling sound of flipping books in the room. Several people checked the files, and they kept seeing Wu Xiang coming back from outside after noon, sweating profusely. He hadn't gained anything from reading the files. , He ran to the coffin shop in the city again.

"The coffin nails are all new, but they have unusual patterns. I asked a lot. In the past two months, many people have bought coffin nails alone. Now they are investigating them carefully, but they just have to delay a little effort."

Ordinary people who have old people in their homes will probably prepare the coffins early, and they will buy new coffins unless someone dies in a violent death. As a result, there are not too few people who buy the nails of the coffin alone, and the tracing is still a needle in a haystack.

Bo Ruoyou's heart was heavy. Wu Xiang saw that they were still reading the files, so he bluntly said that he did not want to suffer, and asked them to continue looking for records of the year, and he took people to visit the city.

The sun is slanting westward, even Hu Changqing can't sit still, but Bo Ruoyou is still in calmness. She has always had more extraordinary resilience than ordinary people in such boring things. Hu Changqing watched by and kept secret in her heart. admire.

When he was really sore in his eyes and back and wanted to slip out of the door, he suddenly saw Bo Ruoyouxiu frown.

She leaned slightly down and looked at the current page more carefully. After a few breaths, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, "On the fifth day of March of the 17th year of Jianhe, the troupe of Liuer Alley in the south of the city was on fire. Five people died, two old and three young, including the class leader Zhao, three more were seriously injured. In the end, no arsonist was found in the case. It was inferred that the fire was caused by the overheating and spontaneous combustion of the phosphorite used in the trick.

Hu Changqing came in two steps, and several officials were also very excited, and one after another came towards Bo Ruoyou. They checked more than one hundred volumes of files day and night. They did not expect that the teacher really said the wrong time. It actually happened in the seventeenth year of Jianhe.

Hu Changqing asked anxiously, "What then?"

"There were only eight people left in the troupe at that time. Five of them died in the fire and their faces were unrecognizable. After a post-mortem, two of them were found to be husbands and wives. They were all over the past few years, and the other three were all members of the troupe. Apprentices, the three injured, two are apprentices, and one is a juggling master in the troupe."

"All the apprentices are orphans with no father and no mother. There is no record of where they came from. Only this juggler master, whose surname is Qian, is from the capital—"

Bo Ruoyou turned a page, his pupils suddenly tightened, "I am from Qianjia Town in the suburbs of Beijing."

After Bo Ruoyou finished speaking, he handed the volume to Hu Changqing. Hu Changqing hurriedly looked at it, but only what Bo Ruoyou said was recorded. He curled his eyebrows and said, "But after so many years, will he go back to his hometown? "

The case file did not record the whereabouts of the survivors later. However, Master Qian was already in his first year and was seriously injured. If he does not go home, where else can he go?

Bo Ruoyou said with bright eyes: "I will definitely go back to my hometown. Even if I am not in Qianjia Town now, there must be some old clan people there. Send someone to get the head catcher back soon—"

…

Wu Xiang came back very quickly. Seeing that there was a hill of files piled up on the table in the house, and Bo Ruoyou found the file records of that year, his brows were overjoyed, and when he heard the words of Qian Jiazhen, it was even more impressive. The look was greatly lifted.

"I know here. I have been there. It is half a day away from the capital. Many people in the town are working in Beijing to discuss life. I will set out! I can ask you to understand it tonight! People in the village come to the city to discuss life, but Juggling is not common. As long as he is alive, I will find him."

Wu Xiang has never been afraid of hard work, and Bo Ruoyou also hopes that his trip will go smoothly. When Wu Xiang leads his team out of the city in the twilight, Bo Ruoyou returns home in a carriage.

As soon as the carriage entered the long street in front of Cheng's house, Zhou Liang whispered outside, "Miss, a visitor from the house—"

Bo Ruoyou raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the curtain to look out towards the door of his house. In this look, he saw two teams of Chinese servants huddling two horses at the gate of Cheng's house. This Changshoufang was originally a gathering place for dignitaries and dignitaries. Because of this momentum, many houses around the door opened, and they all looked towards Cheng Zhai, and Bo Ruoyou suddenly felt his heart beat fiercely.

Zhou Liang couldn't recognize it, but she saw at a glance that these attendants were all wearing jasmine robes with round collars and right gussets. They were all on the top, watching their noses and noses, and standing respectfully at the door. In addition, unlike ordinary officials and attendants, when the carriage approached, they could find that they were all white and needless, and the looks of familiar people were so thin that they had guessed where they were coming from.

She suddenly raised a heart to her throat.

The carriage finally stopped in front of Cheng's house. The door was ajar, and there were low voices inside. Bo Ruoyou pushed the door in. He first saw Aunt Liang waiting at the door in fear, and when she came back, he immediately greeted her.

"Miss, there is someone from the palace."

Bo Ruoyou was not surprised, and asked firmly, "Who is it?"

Aunt Liang said in a low voice, "Master calls him the Fu manager."

Bo Ruoyou had a bottom in her heart. When she turned to the shadow wall, in the dim twilight, she saw a white-haired old man in a scarlet round-neck robe. Cheng Yunzhi was speaking behind the old man. He heard footsteps. The old man was the same as Cheng Yun. Turning around, he quickly smiled and said with a shrill voice: "Is this young lady?"

"Exactly." Cheng Yunzhi faintly smiled in the place where the old man could not see, and looked at Bo Ruoyou with warning, "Youyou, come over and meet Mr. Fu."

Bo Ruoyou narrowed his eyebrows, and quickly stepped forward to the God of Fortune.

Fuquan looked at her with a smile, his eyes more friendly than Cheng Yunzhi, "The girl came back so late, but the yamen is very busy?"

Bo Ruoyou said without raising his head: "There is a murder case that has not been solved. Go and help with some chores."

Fuquan said: "Get up, don't be polite."

As soon as Bo Ruoyou stood up straight, he listened to Fuquan's gentle words: "Girl, go and change clothes. Your Majesty wants to see you. Our family will take you into the palace. When you come back late, it will be dark now. Now, your Majesty is afraid to wait a long time."

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't help exclaiming: "Manager Fu, how can this be done?"

Fuquan didn't look at him, but still looked at Bo Ruoyou, the curvature of his lips remained unchanged, "Your Majesty wants to see what the girl Hou asked to marry is like."

Cheng Yunzhi was a little worried, "But—"

"Foster father, it's okay." Bo Ruoyou calmed down and said to Fuquan: "The father-in-law will go to change clothes here later."

Fuquan seemed very satisfied, and smiled to make her go away.

Bo Ruoyou walked back to her boudoir quickly, and she neatly found a more elegant dress. Although her fingertips were trembling when she changed her clothes, her movements did not slow down at all. Within a moment, she quickly walked back to the atrium.

Fuquan looked at her up and down. Although she changed her new clothes, she was so clean that she could not see the gorgeous ornaments. Her face was full of pink and daisy. His eyes were like a new moon, and the color was like a spring dawn. Fuquan smiled and nodded, "Please, girl. —"

Cheng Yunzhi's face was sweaty, Bo Ruoyou said goodbye to him with soothing eyes, turned around and went out, Fuquan followed out, and pointed to a carriage behind, "Don't worry, the girl will be sent back later. "

Bo Ruoyou responded, and when he got on the carriage and lowered the curtain, he felt his heart beating like a drum.

Entering the palace, this is something she has never experienced before, and the emperor has a lot of suspicion about Huo Weilou. She does not know what is waiting for her on this trip, but she knows well that to marry Huo Weilou, this may only be the first One pass.

The night came quietly, a crescent moon climbed up to the sky, the moonlight in late autumn and early winter was cold and bitter, she sat in the carriage upright, because she was afraid of being rude, she did not even dare to lift the curtain, and the sound of rolling wheels drowned first. In the crowds of the Royal Street, but as she approached the gate of the palace, the bustle and bustle went away, and the noise fell heavily on her heart.

When the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, Bo Ruoyou only felt a chill on his back and sweat in his palms. When he stepped down from the carriage, he raised his eyes to see the majestic palace. She breathed lightly by three minutes.

"You are not allowed to ride in carriages and horses at the gate of the palace. The girl must walk with our house into the inner hall."

Fuquan smiled kindly, but Bo Ruoyou didn't feel the slightest warmth. She responded calmly and followed Fuquan into the palace gate.

Passing through the gate of the black hole, the white stone floor tiles of the imperial city were cold and hard, the palace roads were narrow and narrow, but the palace walls were so tall that she blocked most of her sight. .

The attendant clings to the palace lantern, her footsteps are shattered and silent, she enters two ceremonial gates, only to realize that the palace path will not reach the end at any time, and she has met countless palace people along the way, but never heard any sound. This palace is magnificent and noble. , But quietly made people panic, the faces with drooping eyebrows were so dumb as to breathe nothing, and inexplicable tension deposited in her heart.

"Girl, I'll be here soon—"

Fuquan's voice suddenly sounded. Bo Ruoyou was calm, and her heart jumped suddenly. She raised her eyes and only saw a dimly lit palace monster not far in front of her crawling in the night.

The knuckles she gathered in front of her tightened sharply, and her heartstrings tightened even more than ever. She knew that the emperor of the Great Zhou was in this palace, and the emperor's heart was more powerful than any murder. It's hard to guess.

Her spine began to stiffen, and she unconsciously held her breath until she felt some cold pain in her chest. She clenched her teeth and straightened her spine, trying to make herself look less panicked.

"Father-in-law wait a minute—"

In the silent night, a drink suddenly sounded.

Fuquan suddenly stopped, and Bo Ruoyou was even stunned to realize the familiarity of the voice. Her eyes shook, and she suddenly turned around, seeing a person and a horse coming swiftly.

On the long dark palace road, Bo Ruoyou recognized the figure of Huo Weilou Junwei at a glance. Her pupils brightened, and she saw Huo Weilou galloping in front of them in full view, neatly dismounting, looking at Fuquan with some dissatisfaction.

"It's not enough for your Majesty to do this. I waited for a long time without seeing the order, but he still secretly brought people into the palace for questioning."

Fuquan was stunned for a moment before reacting. He smiled helplessly: "Master Hou rode the horse in the palace without a decree. If your majesty is unhappy, you can cure the crime of Master Hou." He glanced at him, "Your Majesty has decided to give the marriage a gift, and only then saw the young girl. Hou Ye is so anxious to chase him, for fear that the girl will not be frightened?"

Huo Wei went upstairs, and the other attendants immediately let them be more open when they saw the situation. He looked at Bo Ruoyou deeply. Before the people came to the front, he ordered Bo Ruoyou to settle down, "She entered the palace for the first time. What if you are really frightened in such a battle?"

His eyes fell on her and he stopped moving, walked straight in front of her, stood still, and unabashedly held Bo Ruoyou's hand, "It is true that I should come to see uncle first, but I should bring her here. She has a gentle temper, but she can't stand it."

Fuquan couldn't help staring at him, as if he didn't recognize Huo Weilou. When he saw Huo Weilou so reluctant to avoid it, he held back what he wanted to say. Huo Weilou looked at him at this time, "Go and tell me first, I want to see my uncle. , We still have to abide by the rules."

Fuquan didn't hold back, rolled his eyes, and walked quickly toward the front hall.

Huo Weilou squeezed her wet palms, led her to follow, and walked a few steps far, before turning sideways slightly, "Although this palace is no better than the outside, I am here, don't be afraid."

Bo Ruoyou's tight heartstring loosened the moment he saw him, and at this moment, her cold hand was warming up inch by inch in his palm, and the cold, depressed heart also poured into life. With the hot warmth, looking at the palace road leading to the imperial palace, she only felt that no matter how far the road was, she could walk with him without fear.

"How does Lord Hou know that I have entered the palace?" She asked in a low voice.

Huo Weilou's voice fell slightly, "I knew it shortly after Fuquan went out of the palace. I thought that maybe he came to the Hou Mansion, but before he waited, when he sent someone to visit, he said he went to Changshou Fang, and I guessed it was. What's the matter. I chased my horse without time, so I had to gallop into the palace."

Bo Ruoyou's urgency disappeared at this moment. He noticed that Huo Weilou's voice was really angry, and he tilted his head to look at him, "Will the Lord Hou be punished?"

Huo Weilou looked at her sideways, "In the past, no matter how he would be punished, but if he wants to be punished today, I will admit it."

It is not a trivial matter to give him a marriage, but Huo Weilou did not expect that Emperor Jianhe would have thought of Bo Ruoyou. If he took her into the palace so openly, naturally he would not do anything to her. He just thought that Bo Ruoyou had entered this majestic emperor alone. Cheng, still has to meet the emperor, he is just as uneasy about how to do it.

Bo Ruoyou held him backhand, his knuckles were slightly loose, and he quickly clasped her five fingers.

Bo Ruoyou's eyes swept across the attendants not far behind him, and then softly asked, "What kind of person is your Majesty?"

The imperial palace was near, but Huo Weilou did not answer her immediately. He thought for a while before saying: "Your Majesty, it is your Majesty."

Bo Ruoyou quickly appeared in a daze, yes, the emperor is the emperor, he is the ninety-five supreme, the lord of the world, she does not need to use any words to describe it, she should also understand the meaning of these two words.

Huo Weilou held her hand tighter, "You shouldn't have let you go through this—"

Where can ordinary official clan marriages go through such a scene? Not to mention Bo Ruoyou, those high-ranking ladies who had entered the palace earlier were suddenly taken into the palace alone by a group of palace attendants, and at this moment, they were worried and fearful.

The imperial palace was already very close, and the lights poured out from the window lattices, reflecting the clear and determined Wutong thin, she shook her head slightly, "No, I know what to go through to get married with Lord Hou, I am willing and not afraid at all. ."

The brilliance of Huo Weilou's eyes flickered, and he took her to the imperial stage, before walking to the imperial palace. Soon, Fuquan walked out of the imperial palace, the gate of the palace opened from inside, and the usual gentle voice of Emperor Jianhe came from inside.