Bianjing female doctor has a melon-eating system

Judging from Mengzhu's testimony, Liuzhu is the mastermind, and the participants include Cuizhu, Baizhu, and Caizhu. The role of Cuizhu is unknown.

But Ji Yutang just felt that something was wrong: "I always felt that something was weird."

Xie Huaichu pinched his brows tiredly and said casually: "What's weird? The noble concubine, the maids around her want to harm her, what could be weirder than this?"

Ji Yutang was stunned. She bit her finger and said to Xie Huaichu, "Repeat the last sentence."

"All the maids around her are going to harm her?" Xie Huaichu repeated carefully, "Is that the sentence?"

"That's right, that's right!" Ji Yutang jumped up, "We overlooked one!"

Xie Huaichu's eyes widened: "Lan Zhu!"

"Yes, that's her!" Ji Yutang rubbed his hands excitedly, "Whether it's Liuzhu or Mengzhu, their words intentionally or unintentionally ignored one person - Lanzhu."

"Why did they skip Lanzhu?" Xie Huaichu didn't understand.

Ji Yutang expressed his suspicion: "Judging from the change in Liuzhu's attitude before and after, it is very likely that she was covering for Lanzhu, but we still need to find more evidence whether it was Lanzhu who poisoned the imperial concubine."

Xie Huaichu pondered and said, "Can you use your magical power to tell whether Lanzhu is the real culprit behind the scenes?"

Ji Yutang felt it was time to use the system: "You can give it a try."

After a while, the door of the interrogation room opened and Lanzhu was escorted in.

Ji Yutang raised his eyes to look at her. Lanzhu was dark and thin, with only one pair of eyes as bright as the stars. The rest of her was unremarkable, the kind of appearance that people easily ignore. She acted very calmly and sat motionless on the chair.

"Lanzhu, what did you do that night at the Osmanthus banquet?" Xie Huaichu asked.

Lanzhu did not answer the question: "Haven't I already said what I should say many times?"

Ji Yutang blushed: "What are you talking about? Do you know that you are a suspect now? Just say whatever I ask you, there is so much nonsense!"

Lanzhu was not afraid at all: "I have already said what I should say. That night I only went back to get the imperial concubine's customary cushions, and I never left the banquet again."

Xie Huai made a fool of himself: "We all know what you said. You should also know what we want to know, right?"

Lanzhu was confused: "What did Mr. Xie say? I don't know."

"Lanzhu, I advise you to have a correct attitude. We already have evidence of your crime in our hands. We are asking you now to give you a chance." Ji Yutang said.

"Since you have evidence of the crime, why are you still asking me? Just convict me directly?" Lan Zhu saw through Ji Yutang's trick.

Ji Yutang pretended to be angry and rushed forward to attack Lanzhu.

"Ms. Ji, don't be impulsive."

At this time, Xie Huaichu stopped him in time, and Ji Yutang was stopped. His hand gently touched Lan Zhu's face, and the system prompt sounded instantly.

[Concubine Shu and Lanzhu’s mother are biological sisters. 】

At the same time, Lanzhu suddenly shivered. She looked at Ji Yutang warily, and her intuition told her that this little-known female doctor was in danger.

Ji Yutang was confused by the system's words. No, what on earth is this? Concubine Shu and Lanzhu's mothers are biological sisters, so Lanzhu is Concubine Shu's niece? Then how could she kill Concubine Shu?

This clue led Ji Yutang's reasoning to a dead end, but it did not discourage her. Ji Yutang bit her nails and thought. She must have overlooked something. As long as she got some more clues, she would be able to clarify her thoughts.

"Ms. Ji, why don't you come here first today?" Xie Huai suggested when he saw Ji Yutang's headache.

Ji Yutang glanced at Lanzhu, who was calm and composed, and nodded slowly.

After Lanzhu was escorted out, only Ji Yutang and Xie Huaichu were left in the interrogation room.

Xie Huaichu asked: "Ms. Ji, I saw you pretending to touch Lanzhu. Did you find out anything?"

Ji Yutang nodded: "Lanzhu's mother and Concubine Shu are biological sisters."

Xie Huaichu was stunned: "Are they niece and aunt?"

"Yes, are you surprised? Until now, I have never heard that Concubine Shu has any relatives. The file only records that not long after she entered the palace, her hometown was hit by a disaster, and no one in her family was spared, so she She has been staying in the palace to serve the officials. If she still has relatives alive, why not look for her? She is the official's most beloved concubine Shu, and she is powerful. Who can't be found?" Ji Yutang spread his hands and sighed.

Xie Huaichu agreed with her: "There are two situations, either she doesn't know there are relatives alive, or she doesn't want to find them. Then it depends on whether Lanzhu came to her to find relatives or to take revenge."

Ji Yutang said: "I think revenge is more likely."

Xie Huaichu said "hmm": "There still needs to be evidence, otherwise it won't be convincing."

Ji Yutang had a new idea: "Why don't we ask the officials? He and the imperial concubine were in love since they were young. The imperial concubine has been with him since he was five or six years old. I think the official family may know something about the imperial concubine's relatives. .”

Xie Huaichu disagreed: "This is not a good idea. The relationship between Lanzhu and the concubine is just our speculation, and mentioning it rashly may cause disputes. Furthermore, I am more worried that going to the officials to ask about the concubine's past will arouse the officials' suspicion. Regarding the imperial concubine’s feelings, what if the officials are impulsive and decide not to delve deeper into the matter and want the imperial concubine to be laid to rest early? This case will be even more difficult.”

When Ji Yutang heard his analysis, he suddenly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"This won't work, that won't work either, what should we do next?"

Xie Huaichu also had a headache. He rubbed his eyes and sighed: "Forget it, let's go have a bowl of hot noodle soup first."

"Ah?" Ji Yutang blinked, not understanding why his words had such a big twist.

"Let's go, Mrs. Ji, let's go eat noodles together, just to repay you for helping me investigate the case." Xie Huaichu said with a smile, "When you get a headache from investigating the case, you might as well put the case aside for a while and go out for a walk to eat something. , maybe as soon as people relax, the inspiration for investigating the case will come. This case is important, but we can't push ourselves too hard."

"Okay. But a bowl of noodles can't completely offset my help to you." Ji Yutang settled the accounts of the two of them clearly.

"No matter what, it's all up to you."

The two walked side by side towards a small alley called Wenxiangju near Dali Temple.

"It smells so good, not only the scent of osmanthus, but also cloves, lilies, gardenias..." Before Ji Yutang stepped into this alley, she smelled a strong fragrance from a distance, "This is a store specializing in selling various spices. A place, right? What kind of noodles do you want to eat here?"

Xie Huaichu had already taken out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose: "Well, there is a noodle shop, I have to go inside."

Ji Yutang was puzzled: "What kind of magical delicacy makes you so obsessed with it? Are you almost out of breath from the smoke?"

Xie Huaichu tried not to speak: "Only this section tastes complicated."

Ji Yutang wanted to laugh when she saw him covering his mouth and nose, with his eyebrows and eyes wrinkled. She wasn't afraid of the smell. The disinfectant in the hospital was much more powerful than this smell.

Xie Huaichu quickened his pace, leading Ji Yutang in many twists and turns, and finally stopped beside a tall willow tree. Ji Yutang saw a simple small noodle stall next to the willow tree, and an old man was busy at the noodle stall.

"Ah, Master Xie, are you here again? Or a bowl of shredded chicken noodles?" the old man greeted warmly.

"Uncle Zheng, we will add another bowl today." Xie Huaichu pointed to Ji Yutang beside him, "This is the new helper in the temple. I will bring her to try your craft today."

Uncle Zheng smiled so hard that he showed his teeth: "Ah, what kind of skills of mine have Mr. Xie noticed? It's just ordinary noodle soup."

After finishing his modesty, he calmed down his smile a little and said kindly to Ji Yutang: "Does this young lady also want chicken noodle soup? Do you want to change the toppings? Many young ladies in Bianjing don't like this because they think it's too greasy, so they usually just choose the toppings. .”

Ji Yutang responded with a smile: "Uncle Zheng, just watch and do it. I'm not picky about food."

Uncle Zheng responded, picked up the rolling pin and struggled with the dough: "You guys find a place to do it. There is tea on the table."

Xie Huaichu led Ji Yutang to sit down, and Ji Yutang curiously looked at the tables and stools in Uncle Zheng's place. There was nothing novel about the table, but the stool was very delicately spliced. She had only seen straight stool legs before, but the stool legs here were arched, somewhat like soft stools used by wealthy families.

Xie Huaichu followed her gaze and explained to her: "These are the discarded wood collected by Uncle Zheng. He pieced them together and made them by himself. They don't look very good, but they don't matter. They sit very stable."

Ji Yutang reached out and patted it, then smiled: "As expected! Uncle Zheng's craftsmanship is so good, and he can turn waste into treasure!"

Her smile fell in Xie Huaichu's eyes, and Xie Huaichu also laughed under her influence: "You are really different from the little ladies in Bianjing. They only despise these things and cannot put them on the table, but you praise Uncle Zheng's handiwork ."

"I come from an ordinary family. I'm used to seeing these things and don't think it's anything..."

Ji Yutang's voice suddenly weakened, and she suddenly raised her hand and stared at her palm in a daze.

"What's wrong? Did your hand get pricked by a burr on the stool? Let me help you pull it out." Xie Huaichu came closer to take a look.

Ji Yutang shook his head: "No, there is a square red mark on my hand."

"This is because the stool is made of several pieces of wood using a mortise and tenon structure. Uncle Zheng's work is not precise, and some parts are more prominent." Xie Huaichu's voice weakened as he spoke, "What do I think? Does this imprint on your palm feel so familiar?"

"Yes, I feel the same way. Do you think this principle has something to do with the red butterfly mark on the back of the imperial concubine and the pearl?" Ji Yutang once again put his palm on the bench and pressed it, raised his hand and looked again, and there was a bright piece of square print.

"I think we have found a major clue. Do you remember that the imperial concubine and Cuizhu have something in common?" Xie Huaichu asked.

Ji Yutang nodded: "Both of them have lied on that recliner."