Heart of the Red Son

Jingzhao House.

It was not until late at night that Lu Da came out of the study and entered the bedroom.

After a simple wash, he undressed and lay down on the bed.

Although it was already a tiring day, Lu Da just couldn't sleep, tossing and turning.

A few days ago, the emperor summoned him and revealed his intention to handle the case of the flower picker himself, but he did not expect that the former governor of Jingzhao Mansion would suddenly die.

As soon as the murder case came out, the benevolent teacher, the current prince and Taifu, called himself to the government.

I still remember my mentor's expression at that time was a bit elusive, as if there was a little grief and indignation.

The mentor's exhortations are especially in my ears: "Zi Chu, this matter may involve a lot of ramifications. Whether you can solve this case is the second. You have to remember, don't try to be brave and get caught, otherwise..."

The teacher didn't finish his words, but the resolute and clear eyes were firmly engraved in Lu Da's mind.

Could it be that... the teacher already knows who the murderer is in this case?But why not tell yourself directly?

Implicated a lot...

Lu Da turned over and turned to the inside of the bed.

Today, I visited six families of the victims with Dali Siqing.Apparently, the former governor had visited the door many times to inquire, so the family members of the victim seemed a little irritable... irritable...

With a flash of inspiration, Lu Da suddenly sat up from the bed.

wrong!

Thinking back to the six houses I went to today, if the master was impatient when answering questions because he had visited the house many times before, or if he showed anger because there were no clues about the murderer, even if he was rude to himself, that would be a shame. It's all understandable.

But one emotion that should never appear is anxiety!

If they are afraid that their other children will also be murdered and nervous, some concubines even start to sleep in the same room with their daughters.

But... Lu Da recalled the behavior of the heads of several families.

Clenching his fists and pacing non-stop, this is obviously not just nervousness, but anxiety!

What are you anxious about?

Lu Da pondered for a while, then lay down again, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

It wasn't until the cock crowed that Lu Da came back to his senses and realized that he had been staring at the top of the bed in a daze all night.

Although he hadn't slept all night, Lu Da still didn't feel sleepy, so he simply got up and washed himself.

Although Lu Da was also from a wealthy family, he was simple and simple since he was a child, and he didn't like to be served by others. He only had a few servants around him, and he didn't even have a maid.

After opening the door, the soldiers guarding the door saluted one by one, and the personal servant Lu Fu hurried over, his belt was not fastened, obviously he got up in a hurry when he heard the door opening: "Master, you got up so early .”

At this time, the sky is only dim.

Lu Da nodded, feeling that the morning air was so nice, he let out a long breath, and asked, "Have you prepared breakfast yet?"

Lu Fu straightened his clothes and replied, "Yes, Lord, if you want to use it, I can help you buy it in the street."

Lu Da thought for a while, then raised his foot: "Then go out and eat."

Lu Fu responded and quickly followed.

Although the genius is bright, but the business, especially the early shop, has been open for a long time and is busy.

But Lu Da could feel that compared to the bustling scene a month ago, now because of the case of the flower pickers, there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the road, so it seemed a bit bleak.

Walking to a restaurant, Lu Da stopped.

Lu Fu leaned forward: "Master, this is the restaurant where the adults who joined the army had dinner last night. It's called Yiye Pavilion. This is the most famous restaurant in the capital."

In fact, Lu Da has heard of Yiye Pavilion, but he doesn't like extravagance, even if he is a treat, he would never set up this kind of restaurant, and he would not go to it if others invite him, so he has never been there.

But even though I haven't been to the door, I have eaten something.I still remember that some colleagues would sometimes bring some snacks, and the word Yiyege was engraved on the snack box.

"Master, why don't you go in and try it? Didn't you say that the puff pastry here is delicious?" Lu Fu asked tentatively.

In fact, there is another point that Lu Fu didn't say clearly.

He could see it clearly last night, the lord seems to be a little bit concerned about the shopkeeper of Ye Ge.

Although he knew that Lu Da had never been a womanizer, let alone wives and concubines, he didn't even have a housekeeper, but what happened last night made Lu Fu vaguely understand that the shopkeeper was a little special in the eyes of adults, so there was this ask.

Lu Da pondered for a while, then nodded.

Leng Qingshu came out from the back hall, and just as he ordered the waiter to pour tea to welcome the guests, two people stepped in at the door.

After seeing the person coming, Leng Qingshu stepped forward to greet him with a smile: "Lord Lu, it's so early. What do you need?"

The guy at the side had already come over and ushered the two into their seats and served tea.

"Just have some." Lu Da still didn't care much about eating.

"Do you want Hoto or flax porridge, sir? There are also Hubing, but it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and the shop has a new kind of dim sum, sweet-scented osmanthus and walnuts, do you want to try it?" People feel overly attentive.

Lu Da stared blankly at Leng Qingshu, and this smile was also familiar.Looking at it now, the feeling of familiarity is stronger than last night.

It seems that I owe this person a lot, inexplicably, willing to use everything to repay her...repay...

Lu Fu saw that his adults didn't speak, and looked at the deserted, lost his mind, and hurriedly said: "Then try it, two bowls of flax porridge, four mustard cakes, and a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus and walnut crisps. Please trouble the shopkeeper."

Fushen was blessed by being deserted and careless, and walked away after saying that he would not disturb the adults for dinner. The waiter had already gone to the back kitchen to order food.

Lu Da didn't look away until he walked away in a deserted manner.

As the sky gradually brightened, the number of diners in Yiye Pavilion increased, and almost every guest would order a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus walnut crisps.

Lu Da picked up a walnut crisp the size of his thumb and took a bite. The rich aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus hit his mouth, and the puff pastry melted in his mouth. What remained in his mouth were crushed walnut kernels. Swallowed it all down, still endless aftertaste.

"My lord, this walnut crisp is really delicious!" Lu Fu served Lu Da since he was a child, and Lu Da always let him eat at the same table with him, so Lu Fu was not restrained.

Lu Da nodded, took another one, and tasted it slowly, still looking at the deserted place behind the counter.

"An accident happened again last night!" A person hurried into Yiye Pavilion and shouted before he could catch his breath.

The diners were shocked: "Which one has an accident again?"

"Hu... the third son of the Hubu Shangshu family!" As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Lu Da stood up suddenly, his face was shocked, and his thoughts were surging.

Three wealthy merchants, two members of staff, one minister of the Ministry of Industry, and now the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs is involved... It's really audacious!

Before Lu Da could open his mouth, a guard ran in quickly at the door and saluted, "My lord, Minister of the Household Department has just sent someone to Jingzhao Mansion to report the crime."

"I'm going to Shangshu Mansion right now." Lu Da didn't say much, and walked out quickly with the guards.

Lu Fu paid the money and hurriedly followed.

It wasn't until everyone left that the people in Yiye Pavilion realized:

"That, is Xin Jingzhao Fu Yin?"

"That's him! The number one scholar three years ago, a servant of the Imperial Academy, and also served as a sacrificial wine for the Imperial Academy!"

"You are so young, I heard that you are only a weak crown."

"I don't know if this case can be solved!"

"Who knows, at such a young age, hey..."

Leng Qingshu withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes.

……

Entering the Shangshu Mansion, Lu Da quickly met the Hubu Shangshu.

The surname of the Minister of the Household Department is Zhang, and he is nearly fifty years old. Although these three sons were born to his main wife, they are not intelligent. So Hubu Shangshu now has two sons.

Hubu Shangshu seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, with gray temples, sitting on a chair thinking about something, and barely stood up when he saw Lu Da.

"Master Zhang." Lu Da cupped his hands.

"Lord Lu, follow me to have a look." Zhang Shangshu was not polite, waved his hand a little tiredly, and led Lu Da to the backyard.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard a woman crying, and Lu Da's heart sank.

"Master." The maid saluted.

Lu Da followed Shang Shu into the room.

There was a young son lying on the bed, probably the second son.At this time, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and a wet veil was placed on his forehead, which should be due to fever.

In front of the bed, sat a woman dressed in fine clothes, who was probably Shang Shu's first wife and the second son's mother, Zheng Shi.

Mrs. Zheng held the second young master's hand tightly, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was haggard, her crying was already hoarse, and the crying heard at the gate of the courtyard was from her.

There were several doctors who looked like doctors, some were writing prescriptions, and some were ordering people to decoct medicine.

It was the first time for Lu Da to see this kind of situation directly. The few houses he went to yesterday could not see anything unusual. Now that he saw it... Lu Da clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could cut the person behind the scenes with his own hands.

"Ma'am...the governor of Jingzhao is here." Zhang Shangshu stepped forward to support his wife who was trembling from crying.

Mrs. Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked up to see Lu Da, pursed her lips, and murmured: "What's the use of coming... what's the use...my Ming'er!" Then she burst into tears again .

Lu Da felt uncomfortable, suppressed his emotions, and asked the doctor beside him, "How is the third son?"

One of the doctors, who seemed to be the leader, saluted Lu Da and replied, "The third son's injury is a bit serious, and he has a high fever, and the old man also..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mrs. Zheng.

"You must save my Ming'er! I have already lost Zheng'er, and I can't lose Ming'er again!" Mrs. Zheng grabbed Shang Shu's clothes tightly, "Master...please, save him...save our son!"

Zhang Shangshu also gritted his teeth. Last year, a white-haired man sent a black-haired man. Today, his youngest son is in such a catastrophe. Could it be that he, Zhang Jue, has done something unreasonable and wants to take revenge on him like this? !

Coming out of Shangshu Mansion, Lu Da walked back to Jingzhao Mansion without taking a sedan chair.

The third son was in a coma, and he only heard from the servant that there was no movement in the third son's room this morning, and he didn't respond to knocking on the door, so he felt it was inappropriate.After breaking into the bedroom, he saw the third young master fainted on the bed, with blood all over his lower body and bedding.

Lu Da deliberately checked the incense in the room, and there was nothing unusual.

The doctor also said that there was no drug in the room, but the situation of the third young master was indeed drugged, so there is only one possibility, the smoke was blown directly in front of the third young master.

This is also consistent with the descriptions of several previous victims.Only saw it once, and then passed out.

Lu Da has long been familiar with the records in the dossier left by the former governor.Unfortunately, there are really no more clues.

Black clothes, mask, anyone will do.

What is certain is that this person must have high martial arts skills. Not only can he sneak into the inner house late at night, but also enter and leave the bedroom without anyone noticing, and even enter and exit the Shangshu Mansion, which is guarded by layers of guards.

After so many things happened, Lu Da didn't believe that the Minister of the Household Department would not take precautions, especially since Zhang Shangshu had no daughter, only two sons, so it should be easier to guard.

Thinking of this, Lu Da suddenly had an idea in his mind, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Lu Fu."

"The little one is here."

"Go to Mr. Zhao's mansion, and ask him to find out who the street envoys sent by the Jinwu Guard are and who they have come into contact with in the past month, including the people patrolling the Jingzhao Mansion at night." Lu Da whispered.

"I understand." Lu Fu responded, turned and left.

Logically speaking, this kind of matter should not be handed over to Lu Fu, but should be ordered to the soldiers under him, even the staff of Dali Temple is more reasonable.

But now Lu Da didn't trust them.

The death of the former governor left a deep impression on Lu Da. He didn't believe that there was no internal response in the government.

As for Dali Temple... Through the past few days of cooperation, Lu Da has seen some clues.

Qian Ming, Minister of Dali Temple, is a soft-hearted person. Even if the emperor gave him a one-month deadline, he still didn't care and investigated the case perfunctorily.After all, the presiding judge is still himself, and he is responsible for any accident.

So Lu Da didn't dare to really send these people to do some important things, plus the teacher's previous instructions...

Lu Da stood on the street full of people coming and going, the sun above his head cast a strong light, but he still felt alone.