[Comprehensive] Pang Yu's Classic of Getting Rich in the Northern Song Dynasty

The group of them went in boldly, and the building staff sighed and told the monks who were chanting scriptures and the guests who paid condolence to leave first. After all, this is also a family matter, so it is not easy to publicize it.

"Mother, mother, I saw those two big brothers again, what are they going to do?" Xiaohu took Madam Lalou's hand.

Mrs. Lou was terrified and licked the man's forehead with a handkerchief, closed her eyes, and walked back holding Xiaohu's hand, "Maybe I have something to talk to your father about."

Xiaohu raised his head and looked at him innocently, "What's that? Is it about my sister?"

Mrs. Lou immediately covered his mouth when she heard this, and put her index finger on her lips, "Shh, this is an adult's business, how can a child know?"

Xiaohu thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he followed his mother and left obediently.

After clearing the place, there were only a few people left, and the servants withdrew after removing the coffin lid.

Ms. Lou was only 16 years old when she passed away. She was exactly the same age as Hua, and she was also a famous beauty in Qiantang County. Now because of Miss Lou's death, I feel ashamed.

Opening the lid of the coffin, although the woman was covered with a black veil, one could vaguely see that the woman had a good figure, except for the black veil, her oval face, almond eyes and willow brows, was indeed a beauty that would make a fish lose a wild goose.

The work they brought over was simply a priori inspection, so they stopped, "Miss Lou is about three months pregnant."

Now not all of the burials will examine female corpses in depth, and the burials in various counties and prefectures may not even examine the male corpses in detail, let alone women. However, there are still female cadavers in this era. May be called 'sitting woman' or 'steady woman'.

What they brought over today was a magistrate from the county government office, a male paternity worker. He just checked for pregnancy as the adults told him. It was still very simple, so he stopped when the test came out.

"This... this is impossible!"

The building staff staggered and cursed incredulously, "My Lou family has a strict family style, and my daughter will definitely not do something like getting pregnant out of wedlock. It must be that Liang Yusheng tricked my daughter into losing her virginity to him. He is afraid of being known by others. , so this ruthless hand, damn it! Damn it!"

His original idea that the family should not be publicized was shattered at once. Anyway, so many people knew about it, he might as well push all the shit on the so-called murderer Liang Yusheng. Compared with this, he immediately He just wanted Liang Yusheng to go to Huangquan Road to make amends to his favorite jewel that he had loved for many years.

This truth has to be regarded as a blow to a father, but even so they still have to ruthlessly uncover this layer of scars. This is not only related to a life, but also the truth.

So, under the eyes of Zhan Zhao and the others, Zhixian Yang bit the bullet and said to the building staff, "Waiting for the building staff, I wonder if I can go to Miss Lou's boudoir to find some clues?"

"Liang Yusheng has already been convicted, what else is there to investigate?" The building member was a little annoyed, a little puzzled, and suddenly forgot the idea of ​​cooperating with the investigation just now. Although his daughter was dead, a group of big men entered his daughter's room. The boudoir is not a good thing either.

Lin Yu tugged Zhan Zhao's sleeve lightly, and Zhan Zhao coughed lightly.

Although the member of the building was very reluctant, he still shook his sleeves and said with a calm face, "Since your lord still has doubts, please go ahead. Although men outside the women's boudoir are not allowed to enter easily, your lord needs to check today. Lou is not ignorant." people."

Another nanny was called to lead the way, but Yang Zhixian was pissed off by his eccentric words. Taking advantage of Lin Yu and Zhan Zhao in front, he pointed the ear of the building staff and said, "You don't want to stop your bad temper. Are you able to offend those two lords? If you change to someone with a slightly more tempered temper, let alone you, even I, the county magistrate, can't stand it, especially that Mr. Zhan is still a red in front of the officials. people."

At first, the building member didn't like to hear this, but when he came back to his senses, he also thumped, and his forehead was sweating violently, "This, this..."

Yang Zhixian patted him on the shoulder, "It's nothing, those two are easy to talk to, you cooperate, and if you have any clues, just clarify."

The building staff clapped their hands in embarrassment, "Here, the little girl was killed by Liang Yusheng. The evidence is convincing, and I have said everything that needs to be said. I am afraid that these two adults will return empty-handed. What evidence is there?"

Yang Zhixian snarled at Zhan Zhao and Lin Yu, and said in a low voice, "You don't know about this. The two adults are very aware of the details. I'm afraid the murderer is someone else!" Buy medicine, go to the copper lock, go to the prison to ask Liang Yusheng about it, go to the autopsy, etc. and talk to the building staff succinctly.

At the beginning, he said it softly, but later he kept talking loudly, flattering Lin Yu and the others, for fear that they would not know the same.

And what he said is obviously allowed to say, just to persuade this stubborn old man, but Yang Zhixian still thinks they are very strange, among the officials he has received that are higher than him, which one does not have eyes on the head On the other hand, these two are special, if it is him, just click directly.

But if it was him, he wouldn't have found these clues at all, Yang Zhixian touched his chin deeply in his heart.

His statement also surprised the building staff, "How is this possible? If Liang Yusheng is not the murderer, then who is it?"

"The two adults are investigating, so please keep silent, so as not to alert the real murderer."

Miss Lou's boudoir is exquisitely and elegantly furnished. Even though its owner has passed away, the servants outside the building still let the servants clean, incense, and arrange flowers every day, as if the person is still there.

Seeing the scene in the boudoir, the building staff choked up, "Please feel free." Then he wiped away his tears and went outside.

"I'll go inside." Lin Yu pointed to the inside, Zhan Zhao nodded, and several people searched separately.

Inside is the bed, the dressing table and so on. Lin Yu observed carefully. He wanted to start, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he called a maid to come in outside. Wherever he pointed, the maid would search there.

The maid was pretty, but she was a little shy when she saw Lin Yu.

"What does Miss Lou do on weekdays?"

The maid pointed to the qin platform outside, "Miss likes to play the qin and recite poems."

"Is there anything unusual about her recently?" Lin Yu continued to ask.

The servant girl shook her head, "Well, my lord, Ah Ling is just a second-class servant girl. She usually only helps to be the female celebrity of the young lady. The young lady doesn't like us staying around, so she doesn't know much about the young lady's affairs. .”

Lin Yu opened the window and could see the backyard and pavilion outside the wall, "That means, the one who knows your lady's latest situation the most is the big maid next to her?"

The maid named Ah Ling nodded, "Yes, Sister Hong knows Miss the best. Sister Hong grew up with Miss, and the servants in the family also regard Sister Hong as a half-Miss."

"Then where is this 'Sister Hong'?" Lin Yu turned his head all of a sudden, as if he had discovered something, he squatted down.

Ah Ling frowned, "'Sister Hong' is called Xiaohong, but because of Miss' death, Sister Hong was also disturbed and fell ill, so the master let her recuperate for a while."

While listening to her talk, Lin Yu approached the bottom of the bed. He saw some half-burned paper left in a brazier, so he rolled up his sleeves, dragged the brazier out, and picked up the piece of paper.

There were still a few scattered words on it, but they were very clear. He wrapped the piece of paper with a handkerchief, and Ah Ling stood aside to watch his movements.

"What is this?" Ah Ling knelt down and asked.

Lin Yu smiled, "Of course it's a piece of paper, go outside and ask that adult in black to come in."

"Oh." Ah Ling was a little confused, but she went out and called Zhan Zhao in.

Lin Yu showed the piece of paper to Zhan Zhao, "Look, there are a few words on it."

Following the direction of his white fingertips, Zhan Zhao took a closer look, and there were indeed a few words on the burnt piece of paper—'Yuan Sending Lovesickness', which looked like a man's handwriting, with strong and vigorous writing , the glyph is open.

And in the poem that Liang Yusheng kept repeating today in the prison, there seemed to be such a sentence as "send love from afar across the wall", Lin Yu still remembered it clearly.

At this moment, both of them had the same feeling, presumably this was a key piece of evidence.

Could this be written by Liang Yusheng or the murderer?

Lin Yu took the piece of paper and asked Ah Ling, "Do you remember your lady's handwriting?"

A-Ling shook her head, and said regretfully, "A-Ling can't read, the master must know Miss's handwriting."

The building member was invited back in this way. He looked at the words on it carefully and shook his head, "This is clearly a man's handwriting. The little girl's handwriting is beautiful and graceful, not like this."

Fearing that they would not believe it, the building staff asked Ah Ling to call the maid in charge of tidying up the lady's room on weekdays, and asked where the lady's calligraphy was kept. The maid said, "Most of the miss's calligraphy is disposed of on weekdays, and some The lady likes to be caught in the book, and recently the lady likes to read the vernacular book on the shelf."

Ah Ling took it, and when she opened it, there were indeed several sheets written on letterheads inside. The first few sheets were all in beautiful and soft words, and they all copied the same song, namely Liang Yusheng's Butterfly Love Flower, only the last sheet of handwriting It is consistent with the handwriting on the piece of paper picked out from the brazier.