The princess's little white-faced concubine

The dark night, like boundless thick ink, smears heavily on the sky, only the faint silvery white moonlight illuminates people, and there is no noise, only cicadas are left.

"I said, can you work harder, I'll give you all the chicken legs tonight!" Jiang Zhichu lowered his voice and complained to the person who was holding her leg under the corner.

Zhangsun Heng's veins bulged, and he exerted all his strength: "My lord, that's what I said, but at least you should try your best!"

Sun Heng, the head of the three-meter-high fence, supported him with a roof, while Jiang Zhichu didn't even touch his head, and finally got down because he had no strength left.

Changsun Heng said angrily, "How can anyone build such a high wall?"

Originally, it was just a casual rant, but just such a rant made Jiang Zhichu suddenly think of something, the wall is really high.

"What should I do, are you still going in?" Changsun Heng asked.

Jiang Zhichu nodded and remained firm, "Of course, it's just that I can't get in. After you get in, open the box in the mourning hall and find out if there is any diary written by Mr. Zhang before his death. Take it out."

Jiang Zhichu originally planned to go by himself, but he never expected that the wall was so high. Changsun Heng nodded, then stepped on a tree beside him, climbed to the eaves along the trunk, and then there was a dull sound of landing.

Jiang Zhichu looked up at Sun Heng's whereabouts and route just now, and there were mixed feelings for a while.

"Grass!"

a plant.

She squatted in the corner and waited for the eldest Sun Heng to come back, but she was not idle. She took out her homemade pen and a piece of paper from her bosom and focused on sorting out the case like a TV show.

The food residues in the stomach of the corpse are not of the same kind as those in the room where the corpse was found and the food residues in the stomach of the female corpse, and none of them are even duplicated. It can be seen that Mr. Zhang did not use them there. After dinner, there were actually two people's bowls and chopsticks on the table, and they were obviously used.

If only the DNA could be tested, Jiang Zhichu secretly slandered.

Jiang Zhichu was stunned when he saw the results of his writing and drawing. He wrote a lot of circles but couldn't narrow it down.

"Whoosh."

A cold arrow shot out from the dark to cut through the silent night, the arrow brushed her cheek and pierced straight into the wall.

Her throat moved up and down, swallowing saliva unceasingly, the consciousness of survival made her quickly hide behind the tree trunk, she could clearly hear her heartbeat, her palms were covered with cold sweat, and bright red blood kept flowing from the wound on her cheek, Dripping across the chin and dripping on the placket.

She just dodged like this, and the archer didn't move any more. That back arrow seemed to be warning her of something.

It wasn't until Changsun Heng jumped off the high wall that her tense nerves were relaxed. At that moment, she felt that she was so close to death for the first time.

"Master Jiang! You..."

Looking at the wounds on Jiang Zhichu's face that were not shallow or deep, he immediately realized that his surroundings were not safe. While protecting Jiang Zhichu behind him, he looked at the surrounding environment, secretly placing his hands on the short blade at his waist.

Jiang Zhichu said tremblingly, "Go quickly."

Changsun Heng nodded, and the two quickly disappeared into the depths of the night. Before leaving, Jiang Zhichu picked up the arrow.

After a while, the two of them arrived at the residence, Wei Xian and the others were still sleeping soundly, Jiang Zhichu didn't want to disturb Qingning, so he planned to solve it by himself.

"hiss…"

When the clean cloth wiped the wound, she gasped in pain. She took the bronze mirror and found that the wound was not leaking, but it was terrible, and the blood had not stopped.

Jiang Zhichu looked at the arrow he picked up, and found that the arrow was different from ordinary arrows. The bottom of the blade was a hook. If the arrow hit her, the consequences would be disastrous...

"Fuck, this is trying to kill me!"

This was Jiang Zhichu's one of the few swearing words after he crossed over. Xu's expression was too expressive and he accidentally pulled the wound. Her veins bulged out of pain, and she was sweating uncontrollably. Her normally fair face was even paler now. .

Jiang Zhichu was inexperienced, and Changsun Heng didn't attack lightly or seriously. Those who came from the army would not care at all, but Jiang Zhichu was only a civil servant, and it would be quite troublesome if his face was bad.

"Why don't you call Qingning?"

Jiang Zhichu thought for a while, then nodded after consideration: "I'll go, you go back and rest first."

Changsun Heng was a little worried at first, after all, he promised Wei Zhaojin that he would protect her, but after all, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he put down the book stolen from Zhang's mansion and returned to his room.

At this time, Qing Ning, who was sleeping sweetly, was woken up by a knock on the door, very irritable.

"Take it easy! Hiss...it hurts..."

Jiang Zhichu clasped his thigh tightly with his fingertips to force his voice down.

Qing Ning complained angrily, "It's what you deserve, who told you to act secretly behind my back."

Although her hands were a little rough, she still used a good ointment.

"I only have the one to stop the bleeding. I think it should still leave a scar." Qing Ning looked at her wound for a while after bandaging it up.

Jiang Zhichu's heart turned cold at the moment, "It's better to die!"

She was crying...she was faking it.

"Come on, come on, I heard that there is an ointment for removing scars in the palace, Bingjiyugu ointment, which is very effective. Aren't you a court official?"

Qing Ning really couldn't stand her crying and howling and jumping up and down, so she didn't punish her, but she really didn't have the medicine to remove the scar.

Jiang Zhichu immediately thought of the familiar face, and couldn't help smiling.

"Thinking?"

Her face was instantly red and white, "Fart!"

Qing Ning let out a "Qi", yawned and drove Jiang Zhichu out, "Get out, I'm going to bed."

She went back to her room in desperation and crawled back to her bed in the dark, thinking that when it was over, Wei Zhaojin's birthday should have been over and she should have seen her gift, I don't know what she was thinking.

Thinking of this, she smiled smugly, it was so ridiculous that the wound was touched, and then she lay on the bed in pain again.

She lay flat on the couch, staring at the dark night outside with deep meaning in her amber eyes, the leaves were blown rustling, and the cicadas made a harmonious sound...

The next day, the shadow guard had already written the matter of Jiang Zhichu's injury in a secret letter and sent it to Wei Zhaojin. The worry flashed across her face and then disappeared.

"There must be hidden secrets in those diaries." Wei Zhaojin burned the secret letter and patted the dust on his fingertips.

"Then what did Jiang Zhichu find?" The shadow guard asked in a muffled voice standing in the dark.

"I'm afraid that idiot will fall into the trap." She tightly held the horn comb, her dark eyes full of deep meaning.

"How about what I told you last time?"

"Master, as you think, there is a problem."

Wei Zhaojin waved his hand to signal him to back down, the shadow guard nodded and went out under the eyes of the imperial guards outside the mansion.

Yiqiu had already combed her hair, she got up and went out after looking at her glasses, but she only went to the study.

She sat in front of the desk, picked up a brush and lightly dipped some ink on the clean white rice paper.

Not long after, she trembled slightly, her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes were full of disgust for the words on this piece of paper.

"Yiqiu, send someone to the palace for His Majesty."

"Your Highness, are you really thinking about it?"

"Do you have anything better?"

Yiqiu was stopped by the question, so she didn't speak and didn't answer.

"obedient."

Seeing that Wei Zhaojin was quite firm and reluctant, Yiqiu went to pick it up.

Just when she was about to go out, Wei Zhaojin called her abruptly. She thought Wei Zhaojin was about to regret but was about to be happy, but she hesitated when she saw her holding the porcelain jar.

She pondered for a moment and then said quietly, "It's nothing, you can go."

The hand hidden in the sleeve clenched the porcelain vase, thinking of the secret letter that said that when Jiang Zhichu's son went to the Qingning House to heal his wounds, it took a long time to come out...

"The prodigal son..."

She cursed in a low voice, wishing that Qing Ning had the medicine in his hand, and at the same time wishing that Jiang Zhichu would lose his face.

As soon as Wei Zhaojin's letter was delivered to the palace, she regained her freedom that afternoon. Chu Ziqi was even more elated when he learned about it. He thought that Wei Zhaojin had feelings for him, and then he actually started planning the wedding two months later.

The two months was proposed by Wei Zhaojin, which made Chu Ziqi more sure that Wei Zhaojin liked her, but what Wei Zhaojin wanted was to solve it quickly before Jiang Zhichu came back. If it wasn't for His Majesty's disobedience, she would have thought about it earlier.

Jiang Zhichu dragged his tired body out of the room, the wound on his face was still aching, Wei Xian was shocked when he saw her, and even asked her if she was okay.

"If that person wasn't the murderer last night, he would have been related to the murderer." Jiang Zhichu said while drinking porridge.

Qing Ning said harshly: "You should have taken me there yesterday. Auntie, I'll kill him with one shot, and the case will be closed! Master Zhang's revenge has also been avenged."

Wei Xian didn't say a word, thinking about Qing Ning's unblinking eyes when he dissected the corpse, he was a little scared. Is this really a woman?

After the meal, Jiang Zhichu locked himself in the room and flipped through the diaries word by word.

It is said to be a diary, but it reads more like a journal. It never records any enemies he has, but just writes what he does every day... It is useless.

"This is…"

Jiang Zhichu's eyes were attracted, the way of writing here is not a running account at all.

On September [-]th of the eighth year of Yonghe, three months had passed since the corruption case. A salt merchant in the county stabbed Chen Da to death. The salt merchant Feng Jian confessed to the crime, and the case was hastily closed.But today I found out that Feng Jian's ledger has the wrong number, it's not the real ledger.

Jiang Zhichu continued to read the contents of the next few months so that he didn't want to do anything at this time, until the ninth year of Yonghe, which was the day he was killed this year.

Today, Feng Xing, a salt merchant in the county, went to the yamen to beat drums to complain about Feng Jian's grievances. I didn't know what wronged him so I let him in, but when he saw Feng Jian, his expression changed drastically, and their brothers were killed the next day up...

has a problem!There is a problem with salt!

The last seven characters were written more sloppily, it can be seen that he was in a hurry at the time, and the two paragraphs were not written at the same time.

Jiang Zhichu stared at it in a daze, she already knew the murderer's motive.