Queen's Detective

Yuan Yiqing turned his head and saw Li Yan and Yan Sanbai were there, so he saluted and said: "The student and Huang Zhi are classmates and friends, and I was shocked to hear the news of his death, so I couldn't help rushing over. "

"Yes, yes, I really didn't expect such a thing to happen to Huangzhi. My lord, Hero Yan, you must catch the murderer!" The others responded one after another, with painful and shocked expressions, not like a fake.

Besides, Yuan Yiqing could call out Jia Le's name, and the others didn't think it was strange, so it could be seen that he was really familiar with Jia Le.

"Everyone, please sit down and have a cup of tea." Jia Qing sighed according to what he had said before, "Xingzhi's body has been damaged too badly, I still want to wash him up and change into clean clothes. I won’t take everyone to see it.”

"Uncle's condolences, we don't care, you don't have to worry about it." Yuan Yiqing and the others spoke comforting words one after another. This time they came here to express their hearts, but actually seeing them only added to their sadness.Especially Qiu Chan was still playing the pipa, which made people almost cry.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became very heavy, and some people had reddened eyes and got up to leave when they couldn't take it anymore.The students who came to visit all planned to leave, and Yuan Yiqing naturally followed.

"Young Master Yuan, please wait a moment." Yan Sanbai stopped him.

"Mr. Yan, is there anything else? My father is still busy in the shop, and I have to go back to help." Yuan Yiqing said.

Yan Sanbai smiled, "A friend of the young master will arrive soon, young master, just wait for a while, and have a few old stories with him, wouldn't it be great?"

"Friend?" Yuan Yiqing frowned slightly, "Which one is it?"

Yan Sanbai shook his head, "My lord will know later."

Yuan Yiqing was suspicious, what kind of friend, he insisted on meeting at this time.At this time, Ling Ding had already walked to the door, and said to the scholars: "Masters, this way please."

And that Amon walked up to Yuan Yiqing, "Hehe, don't worry, young master, please sit down for a while?"

Yuan Yiqing felt a little helpless, so he had no choice but to sit down first, but his demeanor was still gentle and refined, and he was not arrogant or rash when he sat down, so he waited quietly.

After a while, Huineng came.Others didn't recognize this young novice monk, but Yuan Yiqing was obviously taken aback when he saw Huineng.

If he guessed correctly, the friend Yan Sanbai was referring to was Huineng.

Yan Sanbai reckoned that the news he was waiting for was coming soon, so he didn't let them wait any longer. He asked Li Yan to sit in the main seat, and then stood alone in the middle of the hall, dressed in white clothes as warm as jade, with his brows stretched out, He said calmly: "I've been bothering you a lot today, and I missed everyone's time. How about I tell you a story and make up for your sins?"

"Tell a story?" Qiu Chan stopped playing, and rested her chin with great interest, "What story, my lord, tell me?"

Yan Sanbai walked slowly in the hall, telling the story.

"The story begins in an early spring. There is a girl who was born in a troubled world, lonely, and coveted by others because of her outstanding appearance. She was displaced because of this, and she obviously did nothing bad, but she couldn't escape the fate of falling into prostitution.

From the bottom of her heart, she longed for someone to rely on, but she met many men and found that they were not the ones she was destined for.She became more and more lonely, sad, and unable to extricate herself, so she went to the temple to seek the enlightenment of the Bodhisattva, but at this moment, she finally met the person she had been waiting for.It was a scholar who had just passed the examination as a scholar a year ago, and he was in high spirits. "

Yan Sanbai's tone was very gentle, flat, with a sense of timelessness, and quickly substituted everyone into the story.

However, Qiu Chan tasted some familiar flavors from the storyline, and couldn't help interrupting with a smile, "Is this Butterfly Dream? You want to tell us this?"

Yan Sanbai smiled, instead of answering directly, he asked instead, "Do you really think I'm talking about Butterfly Dream?"

"Otherwise?" Qiu Chan asked with great interest.

"The old monk has died and turned into a new pagoda, and the broken wall can't see the old inscription." Yan Sanbai said leisurely, "That girl saw this poem on the courtyard wall of the temple, and also saw the person who wrote this poem. People. This poem was written in Lingjue Temple outside the city, and the person who saw this poem was Miss Qin Sang from Qianjiang Tower, but who wrote it?"

Saying that, Yan Sanbai looked to the right, passed Yuan Yiqing, and stopped on Huineng, "Yesterday, little master Huineng told me that Jia Le once went to the courtyard wall where the poem was written, and he and Qin Sang The girl met, so inference, it is very likely that this poem was written by him."

"Amitabha, I did say that." Huineng put his palms on his chest and nodded.

"Monks don't tell lies?" Yan Sanbai asked.

"Monks never lie." Hui Neng replied.

"But there is one thing you didn't say." Yan Sanbai said without getting angry, but turned to look at Yuan Yiqing, "Mr. Yuan, your father's steamed stuffed bun shop will give away a few large boxes every fifteenth day." I went to Lingjue Temple with plain stuffed steamed buns to express my feelings, right?"

Yuan Yiqing's gentle expression finally froze a little, and he nodded.

Yan Sanbai asked: "That day when Miss Qin Sang went to Lingjue Temple, it happened to be fifteen, right?"

"Yes."

"The person who delivered the buns that day was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"The person who inscribed the poem on the courtyard wall is not Jia Le, but you, Mr. Yuan, right?"

Yuan Yiqing was oppressed by Yan Sanbai's continuous questions, and his heart was already shaken. After taking a deep breath, he finally nodded again, "...Yes. Is there any problem?"

"No. I've read that poem. Although you didn't write it, the words are beautiful and it's a masterpiece. You may have written it on a whim, but you don't know how important it is to Miss Qin Sang She has been imagining that Dong Lang in the book will come to her, maybe such a man did appear in her life, and at that moment, your image overlapped with that man. Miss Qin Sang even had a relationship with Qiu Chan The girl has personally admitted that her Dong Lang finally came to her, and that person is none other than you, Yuan Yiqing, and little master Hui Neng hid half of what he said, which is just a misleading."

Hearing this, Jia Qing, who was alone and watching from the sidelines, couldn't help showing surprise, and even Huineng was a little surprised.

Qiu Chan asked with a smile: "Mr. Yan, you made a mistake, right? Mr. Yuan and Xiaoyue are a couple."

Yan Sanbai did not answer, but continued to ask: "Master Yuan, won't you explain it to us?"

Everyone looked at Yuan Yiqing, Yuan Yiqing saw that he couldn't hide anything, and there was a bit of magnanimity in his eyes, and he said: "Yes, I did meet Miss Qin Sang and Xiaoyue in the temple that day, and talked about it. Very happy. But when we met many times later, I was always with Miss Xiaoyue. Although she was only a maidservant and came from a brothel, her conversation and knowledge were not inferior to us scholars. Admiration. So not long ago, when Miss Qin Sang made love to me, I flatly refused."

As he said that, he glanced at Huineng again, "Huineng is my close friend, I don't want to create a rift between the two girls because of this matter, besides, Miss Qin Sang is dead now, and it would be bad for Xiaoyue to spread the word, so I beg you He concealed it for me. I also ask the prince and Mr. Yan not to blame him."

"Tsk tsk, you actually rejected the beautiful sister Qin and chose Xiaoyue, should I praise you, or..." Qiu Chan hesitated to speak, but suddenly thought of something, and asked sarcastically : "Let me guess, do you think Sister Qin is dirty, or are you afraid that the king of Luoyang will be powerful?"

Hearing this, Yuan Yiqing's expression suddenly changed, "Scholar can be killed but not humiliated, please respect yourself, girl, don't talk nonsense."

But Qiu Chan was still laughing, "The crows in the world are as black, and I have seen a lot of pious people. If Mr. Yuan is upright and not afraid of the shadow slanting, why should you be afraid of me, a prostitute?" She said to Yan Sanbai again. Blinking, "Of course, I'm not talking about you, son, you are still very white."

"Then you are talking about me?" Li Yan raised his eyebrows.

"No way, my family would never dare." Qiu Chan smiled coquettishly.

Yuan Yiqing's face was still not very good-looking. He always cherished his reputation, and he really didn't have any intention of looking down on Qin Sang. How could he feel better when he was misunderstood for no reason?

He couldn't help asking a little angrily, "Young Master Yan, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Seeing his friend like this, Hui Neng couldn't help but said: "Master Yan, brother Yuan is definitely not a vicious person, and he will never do anything that hurts nature and reason."

Yan Sanbai rubbed his nose, "I didn't say that the murderer was Mr. Yuan."

Then what do you want to do with so many people?

Everyone couldn't help looking at each other, Yuan Yiqing was even more stunned, looking at Yan Sanbai confused.And at this time, the news from Yan Sanbai and others finally came.

An official came in hurriedly, whispered a few words to him, and handed him a pen.Yan Sanbai took the pen in his hand, looked at it carefully, and said: "Everyone, don't worry, let's look at another problem first."

"First of all, everyone must have already decided that Miss Qin Sang killed herself, not suicide." Yan Sanbai said: "Actually, according to what I just said, Dong Lang, who had been waiting for a long time, cruelly rejected him. Miss Qin Sang In fact, there is every reason to commit suicide."

"That's right..." Ling Ding immediately had an epiphany, "Miss Qin Sang was rejected, because of love and hatred, so the curse and the blood words make sense. Could it be that she really committed suicide?"

Hearing what he said, Jia Qing, Huineng and the others couldn't help but nodded. Such words were indeed reasonable, and they couldn't help but look at Yan Sanbai with questioning eyes.

Yan Sanbai said: "I have deduced with the lord that the person who might kill Miss Qin Sang must be someone close to her. And the official just told me that a few days ago, someone in the Qianjiang Building bought a few boxes isinglass."

"Isinglass?" Qiu Chan recalled: "A few days ago, Jiuniang said that the word couplets in the building were faded, so she reposted some. Isinglass was indeed used. Is it any wonder?"

"The blood characters outside the Qianjiang Building were written with fish gelatin." Li Yan handed Yan Sanbai a cup of tea, and replied on his behalf: "The fish glue is transparent, so the writing on the ground is not obvious. Qin Sang fell from the building." Usually no one would pass by that place, so no one noticed it. But when Qin Sang fell from the building, the blood filled the air, and the fish glue stuck the blood color, and the blood characters appeared naturally. It was raining again that day, and after a while, the blood The words will naturally dissipate without leaving any traces. If our Yan Xia hadn't had a sharp nose, he really wouldn't be able to see it."

"So it can still be like this..." Ling Ding opened his mouth wide, "I thought it was really a curse."

Qiu Chan's eyes also lit up, "Then it seems that Sister Qin either committed suicide or was killed by people in our building."

"Miss Qin Sang didn't commit suicide." Yan Sanbai still insisted on this initial conclusion, "However, both the blood letter and the candle were made by her."

What?Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, confused by him again, it wasn't suicide, but he put candles and wrote blood characters, did he wait for someone to kill him?

"Ling Ding, you can try to push it further according to your conclusion just now." Yan Sanbai suddenly looked at Ling Ding.

Ling Ding was taken aback for a moment, then his brows were filled with joy, he cleared his throat, and secretly rubbed his hands, "Is my deduction just now... Qin Sang's love creates hatred?"

"Not bad." Yan Sanbai nodded.

Ling Ding scratched his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, "Could it be like this! She hates because of love, it's either you die or I die! She didn't commit suicide, or she wanted to kill others!"

Shocked by a single word, Huineng couldn't help clasping his hands together and saying 'Amitabha'.

Did Qin Sang, who had always been a victim, have murderous intentions? !

Everyone couldn't help looking at Yuan Yiqing, if Qin Sang wanted to kill someone, it would be either him or Xiaoyue.

However, Qiu Chan raised an objection again, "Why do you conclude that the candles and the blood characters are all done by Sister Qin herself? The murderer could have written the words with fish glue at night, and then tied Sister Qin while Xiaoyue was out, so as not to let Sister Qin do it. She makes any noise before lighting the candle."

Yan Sanbai asked back: "The one who lit the candle and the one who wrote with isinglass are the same person, right?"

Qiu Chan nodded without denying it.

"That's it." Yan Sanbai took out the pen brought by the official, "I found this from Miss Qin Sang's makeup box, and the tip of the pen was glued with isinglass. And there is rouge on the pen." The traces on the pen should have been accidentally stained while writing, and the traces are intact, so it can be seen that this pen has not been touched after writing. And this rouge, please ask the prince to take a look."

With that said, Yan Sanbai walked up to Li Yan and handed over the pen.Li Yan didn't pick it up, and leaned over to smell it. The hair on the sideburns hung down and brushed Yan Sanbai's wrist, itching.

Li Yan quickly gave the answer, knocking on the folding fan, and said, "Zixiangtang, a special offering from the royal family."

Yan Sanbai finally took his hand back, and scratched his wrist quietly, it was really itchy.

Scratching his head alone, Zi Xiangtang?Why does it sound familiar?Li Yan looked at him like that, couldn't help but gave him a folding fan, "Stupid, isn't Cheng Rui who was killed yesterday the young owner of Zixiangtang?"

"Ah!" Ling Ding suddenly remembered, "That's right, the rouge specially provided by the royal family must have been given to her by Cheng Rui and Qin Sang when they were friends, and no one else can get it!"

Amon let out another "hehe" with unknown meaning, and turned to look at Yuan Yiqing.

Yuan Yiqing has been silent all the time, his complexion has completely changed at this moment, he is no longer as gentle and elegant as before, that kind of white is completely different from Yan Sanbai.There was also a hint of pain in his eyes, and he began to avoid the gazes of others.

Yan Sanbai looked straight into his eyes and took a few steps forward, "Young Master Yuan, please tell me why did Qin Sang, who wanted to kill you, die? Is the murderer you or Xiaoyue, please give me a choose."

A fork in the road suddenly opened in front of Yuan Yiqing.

No one knows whether Yan Sanbai has any evidence to prove who killed him, so how will Yuan Yiqing choose?

Qiu Chan watched from the side, and the smile on her face became more and more obvious-this scene is really beautiful.