Consort Zhanzhao

The silver hairpin was cut off by Zhan Zhao on the way to hand it to Han Zhang.

Except for Yang and An, no one seemed to glare at him.

"This is..." Zhao Bijia looked at the silver hairpin in Zhan Zhao's hand, the tip was slightly blackened, but it didn't cover the true color of the silver hairpin, and the black spot didn't even have half an inch. "poisonous?"

Zhan Zhao nodded, and Han Zhang leaned closer to the wound to see.

Zhao Bijia knew that Han Zhang was best at poison darts. Two days ago, he caught a poisonous snake to remove the venom and smeared it on his dart, so he just waited for his results.

Han Zhang got up, pointed to the place more than an inch below the wound, and said, "You stab here, and stab deeper."

Zhan Zhao wiped the silver hairpin clean on the quilt first, and then stabbed it according to Han Zhang's instructions.

Pull it out again this time, and there is nothing on the silver hairpin.

No one needs to explain, Zhao Bijia also knows that this person didn't die from snake venom, but is there any scar on his body, only the kidney sac is bruised... Can pinching the balls kill a person?

For a moment, Zhao Bijia's eyes became subtle.

Although she didn't understand what she was thinking, it didn't prevent everyone from shivering under her eyes.Bai Yutang coughed and asked, "So how did he die?"

Zhan Zhao said: "There are wounds on the body, but they are not fatal, and there are marks of being bitten by snakes, but they are not fatal... and this room." The windows that have been passed through, and the wardrobe that someone has hidden traces, "Is it to cover up the real cause of death? Or to make us have no clue."

Yang He'an suddenly walked up to the window, pushed the window open, and looked out. Zhan Zhao quietly waited for him to finish, Yang He'an said: "This is a blind spot, there is no tower on the four corners of the post station. I can see it here."

"This is troublesome..."

"Princess, please turn around." It was Yang Hean who spoke, "I do know a few ways to kill people without scars, but I just need to check."

But Yang and An just reminded the princess, completely ignored Ding Yuehua, and threw off the quilt. Ding Yuehua screamed, and ran to the small hall to stand next to Zhao Bijia.

Seeing the princess looking at her curiously, Ding Yuehua began to explain for some reason, "He was wearing clothes, but he didn't wear a coat. I didn't see anything."

Zhao Bijia comforted her subconsciously, "It's okay, no one can wear a coat to sleep."

Ding Yuehua said that she felt that the princess was not comforting enough.

There was already the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh, and Han Zhang exclaimed, "You!"

Without time for a cup of tea, Han Zhang and Xu Qing also came out, and Xu Qing thoughtfully closed the door from the bedroom to the small hall, not only blocking the sound, but also faintly emitting a little strange smell in the air The door was also locked inside.

"Princess." Xu Qing smiled wryly, "Director Yang...you really are a god."

Suddenly such a sentence came out, Zhao Bijia didn't want to know what they were doing inside.

After Xu Qing said this, he stood there quietly, but looked at Zhao Bijia with more and more strange eyes.

After a while, the door of the house opened again, Yang and An came out first, followed by Zhan Zhao, the two looked the same, the last one who came out, Bai Yutang, had the same complexion as his surname, and his gait was a bit staggering.

Zhan Zhao patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "After entering Kaifeng, you will have to get used to these things sooner or later."

No one wanted to stay in the house anymore, several people went downstairs and asked people to watch the scene of the incident.Yang He'an washed his still clean hands with the well water in the yard, and said slowly, "This man is suffocating."

"Put a wooden board on his chest, and put some noon on top of it. Slowly, the breath can no longer be breathed into his chest. If he can't breathe, he has no other way but to die. This way of death means that there is no scar on his body." No, even if the police came to investigate, they would not be able to find anything."

Everyone looked at Yang and An's extremely calm faces, especially those who didn't take advantage of the advice, and their hearts trembled: He was really kind and merciful back then.

The only ones who could speak were Zhao Bijia and Zhan Zhao.

Zhao Bijia frowned and looked at Zhan Zhao, "If the cause of death can't be found out... how will Wu Zuo come to a conclusion?"

"It must be possible to find out that the snake venom is fake. The only clue must be the bruises on his lower body."

"So without us..." Zhao Bijia asked: "If the real cause of his death cannot be found out, who will be most suspected based on the current clues?"

Everyone said a name almost in unison, "Meng Chun in the kitchen!"

There are two women in the station, both in the kitchen, one is the assistant cook, the wife of the chef Lao Meng, and the other is his 15-year-old granddaughter Meng Chun.

Zhao Bijia looked up at the sky, "It's time for lunch, why don't you go to the kitchen?"

Yang and An went out first, Zhan Zhao didn't hesitate, Ding Yuehua was the third to follow, and the remaining three sworn brothers looked at each other in dismay, they didn't want to go to the kitchen, especially they didn't want to see certain things in the kitchen.

After a long while, Bai Yutang gritted his teeth, and said, "When have you ever been afraid, Fifth Master Bai?" He raised his foot and followed, Han Zhang and Xu Qing looked at each other, and walked at the end, barely following on.

The kitchen is at the end of the station, which is behind the small courtyard where Zhao Bijia lives.Because Xiang Da apparently died unexpectedly, there were also two guards watching at the kitchen door.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang headed in. The rest of the people didn't know whether they had lingering fears, or felt that the kitchen was too small, or because of the smell of oily smoke, etc., they all waited outside in the patio.

Anyway, all martial arts practitioners have sharp eyes and ears, and the kitchen window is still open, so they can hear everything inside.

"Master Xiang is really dead?" Lao Meng squatted on the ground, saw someone coming in, still wearing an official uniform, and asked subconsciously.

Zhao Bijia glanced at Zhan Zhao, and Zhan Zhao mouthed: It spread in the morning.

"Dead." Bai Yutang replied, "He died last night. When he found out in the morning, he was cold."

Lao Meng sighed deeply.

Although they didn't say it clearly, the few people who came in understood what they were here for. Bai Yutang told Lao Meng one sentence at a time.

Zhan Zhao carefully observed everything in the kitchen, while Zhao Bijia focused all his attention on the two women in the room.

Lady Meng and Meng Chun.

With a granddaughter as old as Meng Chun, Mrs. Meng is naturally not very young. Besides, she is a worker. He was two years older.

So... No matter who the murderer is, they plan to blame the family of three in the kitchen, but is it really that easy?

Zhao Bijia came out.Following Yang and An's line of sight to look at the turrets on both sides, the ones on the northeast corner and the ones on the northwest corner can be seen, that is to say, if someone goes out of the kitchen at night, at least the guards on the turrets will know.

"It shouldn't be them." Yang and An looked at it for a while and then came to a conclusion.

Not long after the people in the room finished asking, Zhan Zhao said: "Cook first, there are more than 40 people in this post station, let's talk about it after dinner."

And because of this trust, tears welled up in Lao Meng's eyes, and Meng Chun didn't even raise his head, but his subordinates were exceptionally agile.

A few people walked into the yard, Zhan Zhao said: "It's not them."

Wait a minute, Zhao Bijia felt that he hadn't turned the corner, "Just look at it like this and you understand? Or did you already have an idea in your heart."

Yang and An would never hide anything from Princess Shang, but before he could say it this time, Zhan Zhao said, "The kitchen is behind us, if someone comes out in the middle of the night, whether it's me or Brother Yang, or Bai Yutang can detect it. No one came out last night, and no one passed by."

"Someone really wants to plant their blame on them." Bai Yutang stretched out his palm, and there was a pair of snake teeth in it. Han Zhang looked at it and said, "This is the poisonous snake I caught last time. After taking the poison, I will hand over the rest." Go to the kitchen and eat."

After finishing speaking, smash your mouth, "The meat of poisonous snakes is very delicious."

Zhan Zhao thought deeply, "Xiang Da has scratches on his back. I just looked at Meng Chun's hand. The ten nails are neatly manicured. I guess I can't scratch them out."

"So we came here to find evidence that someone planted the blame?" Zhao Bijia asked.

Zhan Zhao nodded, "But what needs to be done is still to be done." He exchanged glances with Bai Yutang, "After dinner, go ahead and see what's in Xiang Da's house, I'll ask about it last night A few people on guard, see if they can find out anything."

A few people went back to the small yard all the way, and Zhao Bijia was thinking about the framing, "All the evidence points to the cooks behind, what can they gain from them? Or is it because they are the best to frame? The murderer Why did you kill Xiang Da? And why did you kill him during the two days we were here?"

No one knows about these issues now. Everyone ate lunch with doubts. Except for Zhao Bijia, Zhan Zhao, and Yang and An, their appetites were as good as before. It feels like I can't eat any more.

After lunch, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang went out to search for clues. Before leaving, Zhan Zhao took Yang and An away with him. Ding Yuehua was the only one staying in the house with Zhao Bijia.

But not long after, Shao Yong, who was guarding the gate at the front, came to report again, "There are people coming down from the mountain, one is delivering food to the post station, and the other is said to be the new cook Xiang Da has found."

Zhao Bijia narrowed her eyes and said, "You find the cook first, and we'll ask them one by one."

Not long after, the cook was brought in front of Zhao Bijia, who looked less than thirty, with a sneer on his face, his manner and speech were somewhat similar to Xiang Da's, but he spoke very neatly.

"Master Xiang said that Lao Meng, who is in the kitchen, is getting old. Although he called his family to help with the cooking, it's just that his hands and feet are a bit slow after all, and the post station will take care of the meals of the three of them, although women can't eat much. , it’s just that this year’s months and months have consumed a lot, so Mr. Xiang said that he needs to change the cook.”

After asking several times, Zhao Bijia didn't find anything wrong, but after thinking about it, these two people came up the mountain the next day after Xiang Da's death... If it is a coincidence, one is a coincidence, and the two can also be a coincidence. coincidence?

She went to ask the person who delivered the food again. He was also a man in his thirties, and he looked very stout. "It was supposed to come yesterday, but it was raining and the road was slippery, so it was delayed for a day."

Shao Yong asked the person at the post station again, and they all said that this person went up the mountain to deliver food every ten days, and it had been several years.

This looks even more flawless.

This is very difficult, now there is nothing to find except the evidence pointing to the back kitchen, but the back kitchen can't be the murderer...

Zhao Bijia let the two go, but didn't tell them to go down the mountain, thinking to wait for Zhan Zhao and others to come back and ask again, but before Zhan Zhao, the messenger came again yesterday.

"Princess!" The courier knelt on the ground as soon as he arrived, "This letter... I'm afraid it hasn't been delivered yet." The courier was sweating profusely, and if he was delayed for a day, he could stick eighty, and if he was delayed for two days, it would be two hundred. Even if he survived, he would be a cripple, if he was delayed for another day...

Delaying for three days is the crime of beheading!At that time, it was quite disabled and it was a luxury.

This really cannot be blamed on him, Zhao Bijia sympathized with the cold-sweating messenger very much, she could not help but slow down her tone, and said: "Bring it to your letter, I will add a chapter on it to explain everything, so as not to offend you."

When these words came out, the messenger's face changed from bright white to livid, "The letter is in Mr. Xiang's hands. He said he would send someone to deliver it today, but this..." The messenger and Xiang Da lived in the same building, so naturally they knew him. The news that he had died was just that he was so sick that he couldn't get up in the morning, and finally struggled until the afternoon, so he reluctantly got up to report the news.

Zhao Bijia narrowed her eyes. No one has gone out today, and the twenty postmen at the post station are staying inside, so... the letter is still in Xiang Da's hand?

Zhao Bijia looked at the messenger in front of him who was like a frightened bird, and comforted him: "You go down and rest first, the letter of three hundred miles is not too important, and I will guarantee you, so it won't delay the matter."

Zhao Bijia winked, and the messenger was brought back into the house.

Things are getting more and more strange. Who actually killed this Da?Zhao Bijia thought of the strange layout in that room, and only felt that one person... might not be able to move so many hands.

After thinking for a while, Zhan Zhao and Yang Hean came back, and Zhao Bijia hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

Zhan Zhao frowned, "It's a bit strange. The two people on the east corner said they hadn't seen anyone come out, and the two people on the west side said they were asleep and didn't see anything."

Zhao Bijia stepped in without knowing it, and asked, "What's so strange about this?"

Zhan Zhao didn't know what he was thinking and didn't answer. Yang and An said, "There are guards and turrets in the palace, and Kaifeng mansion is the same. The two people are on duty because they are afraid that someone will fall asleep, and if they are found asleep, it will be a death penalty. And There is no quilt on the turret, and the night is so cold, how did they fall asleep?"

Zhao Bijia nodded, "That is to say, those two people in the west gave false testimony? They deliberately said that they were asleep, and wanted to lead clues to the people in the kitchen."

Zhan Zhao suddenly took a breath, and said, "I also asked many postmen, and they all said that Mrs. Xiang Da had been dead for several years. He... seems to have taken a fancy to Meng Chun, and often asked her to come over to serve him, often for an hour."

"This is even more strange." Yang He'an also sighed, "Then Meng Chun... I went to see it, and it was clear that she was a virgin. Why did Xiang Da ask her to serve? It can't be serving tea, water, writing and grinding ink, right?"

"But no matter what, there must be more than one person who can do such a thing." After Zhan Zhao finished speaking, he fixed his eyes on Zhao Bijia, "The safety of the princess is the most important thing." He said to Yang and An: "You and I There must always be someone who is always by the princess' side."

Yang and An instantly had a much better impression of Zhan Zhao, and even the sneer on their faces turned into a smile.

Ding Yuehua, who was completely blinded, left the room silently, looked at Xu Qing and sighed, without saying anything.

Zhao Bijia was a little emotional when Zhan Zhao said it, but when she calmed down, she felt a little sympathetic to Yang He'an, Mr. Yang, you fell into a trap.

But... Zhao Bijia lowered her head and smiled sweetly, she didn't intend to expose it.