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Wei Qingheng seemed to understand my eyes, and he just smiled: "If this matter goes off the rails, I'm afraid that the concubine will be to blame."
I nodded. Isn't it? The princess sank to the bottom of the river, and the concubine didn't say a word until she returned to the mansion. Did she have a ghost in her heart or something? Ten times, are you also an accomplice?
I said: "I have a tacit understanding with him in this regard, and there is no need to pay more attention to his heart."
"Then why does the princess care for me?" Wei Qingheng smiled, "Since it is a shortcut to find out the truth, it would be a pity not to try it."
When I saw his attitude, I was relieved, and I cupped my hands and said, "Then I'll make an apology to Master first, and I'll apologize with alcohol in the future."
After I came out of Weifu, I felt a little relieved, and I walked around the market for a short time and then went back.
Of course, he was not returning to the Princess Mansion, but living in a small inn in the east of the city. Since he wanted to pretend to be dead, he couldn't show up all the time, and it wouldn't be so intrusive when he acted. Anyway, Song Langsheng did his own business on behalf of the mansion, and the princess was resting in a snail with an itchy body.
In fact, there are basically very few people in the princess's mansion, and the spies sent by various forces account for at least half of them. It is clearly recorded in the booklet Han Fei gave me, which must also be included. There will be people behind the scenes. Therefore, after working with Song Langsheng, we deliberately let those maids who are ill-conceived find some clues. When people behind the scenes know these clues, they will be more sure that the assassins they dispatched have succeeded.
After Wei Qingheng presented a memorial to the prince and met the prince, the cabinet, together with the Department of Punishment, investigated the case of the sinking of the Guozijian. In addition to the body of the assassin who pretended to be the boatman that day, the floating corpse of a woman disguised as a student of the Guozijian was found.
Naturally, this was prepared by Ming Kanji to pretend that I was a corpse. The corpse was immersed in the water for two days, and it had long been impossible to identify its true face. It could only be recognized that it was a female corpse. No one could associate this corpse with this princess—except for the real murderer.
In a word, just wait until there are people who are so dazzling and dazzling at the court meeting that they can be included in the suspects out of ten.
Too bad things didn't go so smoothly.
Just as I was leaning against the inn, drinking plum wine and biting the braised ròu, Song Langsheng pushed the door open, took a sip from the wine glass in my hand, and said, "Someone noticed something was wrong. already."
"who?"
"Shen Rong, the new governor of the capital yamen."
I frowned slightly.
Isn't the capital yamen the same yamen that I first returned to the capital after losing my memory to save the uncle who sold the buns and pretended to be me?
I asked, "Is there a new governor?" That's right, after all the trouble, it turns out that the lack of heart can't go on.
Song Langsheng said: "The father of the new governor, Shen Rong, was originally Shen Qingtian, who was famous in the south of the Yangtze River."
Shen Qingtian?
I'm kind of impressed with this name.
When looked at the files of the ministers in the DPRK earlier, when saw this name, the corner of mouth twitched.
Qingtian, Qingtian, etc., are nicknames given by the common people to good officials. Well, this guy directly called this name. If you don't know, most of you will think that he is really some kind of Qingtian.
Although it seems that it is not far from ten.
This name is probably because everyone's expectations for his promotion to Qingtian are too high, which makes him more stressed. Anyway, this Shen Qingtian has been meditating on that official seat, and he has started to decide cases all day long. Not only is the new case handled sharply and swiftly, but in his spare time, he also takes out the old cases in the yamen to study them carefully, and his official rank is gradually increased. What is even more amazing is that every time he takes up a new position, he can investigate the old cases in the old cases. The dereliction of duty by his predecessor caused the former who had been promoted to suffer in vain, and finally made Manchao Wenwu see him ten feet away from him, and the bloody officialdom was calm until he returned home.
It is true that how this fellow safely retired and returned home made me puzzled.
I nodded slightly, "What kind of person is this Shen Rong?"
Song Langsheng said, "Blue is better than blue."
I:"……"
Such a proverb is by no means a compliment at a time like this.
Song Langsheng said: "As soon as he handled the case, he ordered people to fish out the sinking boat, and found that the boat was maliciously damaged, and found traces of fighting. After the autopsy, it was confirmed that the boatmen only had their right hands. , is clearly not someone who has used oars for many years, so it is inferred that this was a deliberate assassination."
I supported my cheeks, "It's really amazing."
Song Langsheng also nodded, "He noticed a scar on the right wrist from the female corpse..." He glanced at me when he said that, and I was stunned. Scar, I'm not surprised that Mingjian's work is really not leaking. If he wants to fake it, he must make ten images, and he must not be caught by anyone.
Song Langsheng didn't ask me where I found such a corpse that was as vivid as mine, and continued: "When the princess was eight years old when she was hunting with the Sage, she was accidentally injured by random arrows. This incident aroused the Sage's anger. , involved a lot, and no one in the DPRK knew about it.”
I couldn't help laughing and crying: "Isn't he supposed to decide that the dead person is me?"
Song Langsheng shook his head and said, "Naturally more than that. Princess, did you leave your jade plaque on the painting boat?"
I choked. Seems like...seems...indeed...yes.
Song Langsheng spread his hands towards me, "That's it. Now, this Shen Xiaoqingtian has been furiously raising his head. What do you think His Royal Highness will do when he hears that the woman who was assassinated is you?"
I suddenly felt that my spine was starting to stiffen, "If I don't show up now, things will be really messed up. Shen Rong is so messed up, I can't tell who is behind the scenes..."
Song Langsheng smiled noncommittally, "That's not necessarily true."
I raised my eyelashes to look at him, "What do you think?"
Song Langsheng said: "This case was originally ordered by the Ministry of Punishment Charlie. Later, because Jiang Feng, the minister of the Ministry of Punishment, proposed to investigate and handle the water transport bombing case, there was a shortage of manpower. With the approval of the cabinet, the painting boat case was handled by the capital yamen."
I tried to guess the meaning of his words, "So...you think this Jiang Feng intends to give this errand to Shen Rong, because he knows that Shen Rong is a discerning official, and hopes to use this person to make Manchu civil and military realize that, The princess was assassinated?"
Song Langsheng said: "If I were Jiang Feng, I would not deliberately hand over such seemingly ordinary shipwreck cases to the capital yamen in such sensitive seasons, so as not to fall into the name of not being diligent in political affairs."
I pondered along his line of thought for a while, and asked, "Who is this Jiang Feng from? Zhao Shoufu? Or his uncle?"
Song Langsheng said: "Jiang Feng is cautious in his actions. It seems that he does not participate in any political party. He is neither a Lingnan faction nor a Jianghuai faction. However, I checked his file today. When he went to Beijing to participate in the imperial examination for more than ten years, he , is the doorman in Kang Wang's mansion."
"King Kang?"
That Xing Ge is a little withdrawn, likes to recite poetry and compose fu, and is good at painting and rhythm. He is the youngest brother of Li Du's father and emperor?
I said, "Just based on this, we can't say that he is the mastermind behind the scenes, right? Besides, what's the benefit of him assassinating me? Could the prince who has no real power be able to usurp the throne and betray me?"
"Although he doesn't have real power, he has the most legitimate status other than the prince. People with real power can take advantage of him to act cheaply." Song Langsheng pondered: "Of course, these are just our guesses, and we can't make any conclusions about the truth."
I suddenly felt very discouraged. This matter was already complicated enough. Now, the more I know, the more messy it will be. Is this strategy right or wrong? So many innocent people will be implicated just to find out the murderer who murdered me, so I and the murderer behind the scenes are not on the same level.
I pressed my chin against the table and said, "Otherwise, forget it. Anyway, there are so many people who want me to die, and it's not interesting to find out."
Song Langsheng glanced at me and remained silent.
Seeing his strange expression, I embarrassed: "I didn't say it was you... gān look at me like that..."
Song Langsheng didn't say anything else, he just squeezed the ròu on my cheek and said, "It's a little reluctant."
"Reluctant to what?"
"I can't bear to let the princess get hurt."
I straightened up and slapped the table, "What do you mean by being a little reluctant to be killed? Does co-authoring this mean that you were expecting me to be killed?"
Song Langsheng laughed, "Okay, that is... very reluctant."
I turned my head away, "Hmph, perfunctory."
Song Langsheng said, "I will not allow anyone to harm the princess except me."
Why does this sound so awkward? But it is true, he is indeed a criminal record that is harmful to me, forgetting the soul or something, although the one I took was not the one he gave...
I thought that my heart would not sink, but thinking of this, my heart was still cushioned.
I have been so busy these days that I almost forgot that the Forgetful Soul Powder I took was a deadly poison, and in five months, my legs and eyes would go blank. The food is all over the mountains and rivers, and you have to run around for this mess, why bother?
Just to stabilize the country for that bastard's prince and brother. The point is that he is still the biggest suspect in poisoning me. I said, will this princess be a little too selfless and great to look fake and virgin...
I tilted my head back and stared at Song Langsheng's face. I felt that it was really good-looking, and it was fascinating at any time.
I'm going west in five months, will the owner of this face feel sad for me?
A word was swallowed back from my throat, and I sighed in despair.
It should be... After all, there is still a little bit of life, right? More than just guilt, eh? right.
Song Langsheng ruffled my hair, "Didn't you just pinch your face, how come the princess's expression is so colorful?"
I twitched the corners of my mouth: "It's just that the brain circuit suddenly becomes so imaginative."
Song Langsheng: "..."
In the end, he accompanied me to have tea and plum wine for a while, adjusted his robe and said he was going to go to work. When I asked what was the matter, Song Langsheng said, "The prince asked me to identify the corpse."
Do you think this corpse is the golden body of this princess?
"So you're going to say yes, or no?"
Song Langsheng said, "For a play, let's do a full set."
"So you're going to hold that rotting corpse and cry and say 'Princess, how could you just leave me like this, why don't you wait for me, who, who killed you, I'm sure I won't go around him 'What?"
"..."
"Are there tears coming out? Do you want to prepare a chili to take a bite or something?"
"..."
I saw that he had a tendency to grind his teeth, and waved his hand quickly, "Okay, you can go, remember to feel brewing on the way..."
Halfway through speaking, I was taken into his arms, Song Langsheng gave me a big hug and said in a low voice, "If I am a step late, the corpse may not be used as a fake, as long as I think about it, what does it feel like? It doesn't even need to be brewed."
My nose is sore.
Song Langsheng let go of me, smiled, and said no more. After setting up the door for me, Shi Shiran left.
I touched the position of my heart and felt an indescribable discomfort, but that discomfort didn't seem to be pure, it seemed a little better.
So it's definitely a twisted mind.