Bianjing female doctor has a melon-eating system

Under Ji Yutang's prompting, Wenming Xin's thoughts suddenly became clear, but there was still one thing he didn't understand: "How did Liuzhu kill Cuizhu?"

Ji Yutang said: "Judging from her personality, she was the one who led Cuizhu to die, but she probably didn't do it herself. In addition to Cuizhu, there were also the three people who died last night. Their deaths should have been caused by abortion." Zhu planned it.”

"Then what should we do next? Is the Hongdie case solved?" Wenming Xin asked.

The next step must be to tell the official the truth and let him decide how to deal with it. It's just that Ji Yutang has never experienced the ups and downs of an official career, and she really doesn't know how to handle political relationships.

Ji Yutang looked at Xie Huaichu, who had been silent for a long time, and found that he had already written a memorial beside him.

"This is..." Ji Yutang leaned over to take a look. The contents of this memorial were the truth of the Hongdie case that Ji Yutang speculated. Among them, the fact that Lanzhu was of royal blood was hidden. In addition to this, Xie Huaichu also played some tricks. He concealed most of Ji Yutang's contributions in the memorial, but instead emphasized Wenming Xin's contributions. The overall view is that Wenming Xin was in charge of the case, Ji Yutang occasionally provided some help, but he was of no use.

"Don't worry, I have already prepared the package and am going to hand it over to Mr. Xue," Xie Huaichu said.

Wenming Xin also came over to read the memorial. As he looked at it, he noticed something was wrong: "Hey, how come you put the credit for Mrs. Ji on my head?"

Ji Yutang said nothing, and looked at Xie Huaichu with critical eyes along with Wenming Xin. She also wanted to know why Xie Huaichu wrote like this.

Xie Huaichu looked a little unnatural. He stood up and saluted Wenming Xin: "Sorry, Brother Mingxin, Madam Ji has no background. She was originally forced to be involved in this case. Now if she solves this big case, If it spreads out, it may have a bad influence on her. But if it is you, Brother Mingxin, who solves the case, it will be different. After all, you are legitimately involved in this case, so it will not be right to put the credit on you. What are the disadvantages? On the contrary, you will get unexpected benefits. I think getting promoted to a higher position is definitely the most basic thing, and it may even make you famous all over the world."

Oh, having said so much, the focus is actually on "Ms. Ji is different"! When you see the young lady, you forget your friends!

Wenming Xin was extremely sad: "I don't care, Xie Huaichu, I found that since you met Lady Ji, you have never regarded me as your friend! If something happens, you first think about what Lady Ji will do, and then finally Think of me."

The words made Xie Huaichu feel extremely ashamed and blushed like a shrimp. In fact, this was the first time he had done this kind of thing in his life. He didn't know why he did it. Subconsciously, he had already put Ji Yutang's affairs first.

"Brother Mingxin, please don't misunderstand her. She is a young lady after all. We still need to take more care of her." Xie Huaichu explained hesitantly.

Ji Yutang also blushed. She didn't expect Xie Huaichu to think so carefully about her.

"How about I write another memorial?" Xie Huaichu asked.

"Forget it, let's leave it like this." Wenming Xin glanced at him resentfully.

After several people discussed it, Xie Huaichu handed the memorial to Xue Zhong, who read it and then submitted it to Zhongshu Province and then to the officials. Wenming Xin took the initiative to take over the finishing work to find out how Liuzhu killed the three people from the air. As for Ji Yutang, all she had to do was go home and rest.

"You all have things to do, so how come you can't stay here without being cool?" Ji Yutang showed his fist, "Don't look down on me, little lady. Who said women are inferior to men!"

Xie Huaichu stopped her funny: "I don't mean to look down on you, but there is nothing that needs you to do for the time being. Why not take this time to go back and recuperate? I see that the wound on your head is not healing well."

When Ji Yutang was reminded like this, he started to feel a dull pain in the back of his head.

"Okay, okay." Ji Yutang was about to go home.

"Hey, I still have something to tell you." Xie Huaichu stopped her.

Wenming Xin said "yo yo yo" several times: "Let's go, let's have a good chat." He also specially emphasized the word "you".

Ji Yutang felt embarrassed and stood farther away from Xie Huaichu: "Is there anything else you want to explain?"

Xie Huaichu said: "I suggest you resign from your position in the Imperial Hospital. Let me explain in advance that I do not look down on women as imperial doctors. I just feel that the water in the palace is too deep. Not only is there intrigue in the Imperial Hospital, but we all know about it. The queen does not act innocent on the surface."

Xie Huaichu sighed: "Anyway, I don't think it's safe for you in the palace. It happens that our Xie family has opened a medical clinic near Zuixiang Tower. If you are willing, you can become a doctor."

Ji Yutang felt that what he said made some sense, and then heard about the medical clinic near Zuixiang Tower, which reminded her of her previous hoof.

"Then how much is the monthly salary? Is it enough to buy Zuixianglou's hoof? I work as a female doctor in the palace, and I have two taels of silver every month!"

The implication is that it depends on the salary!

Xie Huaichu smiled: "Three taels of silver every month, is it enough for you to buy hoofs?"

Ji Yutang smiled happily: "I'll go back and discuss it with my sister-in-law before I give you an answer. Let's go."

After Xie Huaichu said goodbye to her, he looked down at the memorial in his hand and was lost in thought. He knew that once the memorial was handed over, the officials would summon him soon. At that time, the matter of the fake imperial concubine and Lanzhu will inevitably be brought to the table. After all, this matter is an old matter, and it is not very honorable. In the end, it will probably be covered up. So it's better not to involve Ji Yutang and let her live a happy and comfortable life.

It was just that the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind didn't stop. A jailer guarding Liuzhu in Dali Temple hurriedly left Dali Temple on the pretext of something going on at home.

An hour later, in a house on the outskirts of Beijing, the jailer knelt on the ground respectfully, holding a simple and exquisite wooden box in his hands. The whole body was dark red, with butterfly patterns carved on it.

A thin, middle-aged man stood against the light. He wore a white mask on his face, with a sun pattern engraved on the forehead of the mask, but the whole person gave a dark and gloomy feeling.

"Is this what Liuzhu asked you to send me?" The man reached out and took the wooden box and looked at it carefully.

"Yes, Liuzhu said that she used the method here to create a voodoo insect. She tried it several times, but the effect was not very good. The legendary transformation did not occur. People who were infected by the voodoo usually recovered within three days. He bled from his seven orifices and died."

"Yes." The man opened the wooden box, which contained a piece of parchment and a strand of blue silk.

"Did Liuzhu ask you to help those three people who died last night?"

"Yes, Liuzhu said that she was worried that they would reveal her intentions, so she asked me to poison them with ordinary poison, and then pretended to make a mark to mislead those idiots in Dali Temple. The result was true, they We were all frightened to death and so anxious that we couldn't find anything." The jailer was very proud.

Without saying anything, the man picked out the strand of black hair from the wooden box and threw it lightly on the ground.

"This..." the jailer was surprised, "Master, the religion stipulates that if the person below him cannot survive, he must leave a lock of hair to return to his relatives as a souvenir. You threw this away, could it be..."

The man smiled coldly: "Yes, Liuzhu's relatives have been killed long ago, so this hair cannot be sent back."

The jailer was shocked and was sweating profusely. He quickly kowtowed to the man and said, "Master, I have never made any mistakes in my work. Please forgive me."

The man stopped him in disgust: "Okay, I know your loyalty, go back, you just need to remember not to say things you shouldn't say to Liuzhu."

"Yes, yes, please keep this in mind."

"Yes." The man weighed the wooden box and left with satisfaction.