Warm fragrance cloud around

A hint of admiration appeared on Cheng Jiangyun's face: "That's right, this is what we still can't figure out."

"After Hua Niang, Mo Shubai did not paint for any women. According to the previous assumption, the murderer deliberately selected his female customers as his target. It is not difficult to understand that he chose Princess Jiayi, but the question is, why did the murderer choose To do such a risky thing?"

"Leaving aside the strict security of the eldest princess mansion, when I arrested Mo Shubai, I asked those boys to create a little momentum. It is impossible for the murderer not to hear about it. Since someone has already committed the crime, why does he continue at this time? Murder? I thought about it for a long time, but finally got only one answer, the murderer is specifically reminding us that Mo Shubai is not the real culprit of the serial murder."

"In this way, the relationship between the murderer and Mo Shubai becomes even more confusing."

Lin Junnuan got up and took a few steps in the hall, and said: "My rouge and gouache have been taken care of by Xia He, plus another Chuntao who can go in and out of the inner room. Except for the two of them, no one else has the opportunity to contact. A few days ago I can't remember the time of this case, but I'm pretty sure that the two of them were in the uncle's house the night Hua Niang was killed, and there was no chance they would go out to commit crimes."

That's right, after she returned home reeking of alcohol that night, she was punished by An's family to copy the scriptures for the whole night, and Chuntao and Xiahe kept grinding and serving her.

Cheng Jiangyun couldn't help being amused. She really put her maidservant among the suspects seriously, so she raised her eyebrows and said, "Could it be that you haven't slept all night? They can leave when you fall asleep."

"I didn't sleep, I didn't even yawn, I only catch up on sleep after dawn!" Lin Junnuan hurriedly emphasized, "I swear on my personality!"

Cheng Jiangyun looked at her with a half-smile, with a dubious look on his face, before nodding his head after a while and saying, "Okay, I don't doubt them."

Lin Junnuan clapped his hands happily, and continued: "Then, now we can investigate the other three people with rouge."

"No," Cheng Jiangyun tapped his fingers on the table, and said seriously, "The most important thing right now is to visit the Princess' Mansion."

"You haven't investigated yet?" The case last night should have been investigated this morning.

"Wait for you, go again."

***

Princess Jiayi and Princess Eldest had met Miss Lin before, and Lin Junnuan didn't dare to take a chance and think that they would not be able to distinguish himself in men's clothing, so he was ruthless in dressing up.

She smeared the exposed skin of her face, neck and hands by two shades, painted thick eyebrows with an ink pen, painted freckles and moles, and changed into the costume of a small official in Dali Temple, with a rude and wretched expression. Point, hey, it's kind of like that.

Cheng Jiangyun, who was drinking tea while waiting for her outside the door, only glanced at her after changing her clothes and walked out the door. She couldn't catch her breath and coughed chokingly.

Lin Junnuan hurriedly leaned forward, smiled obsequiously, and pulled his sleeve to wipe his mouth: "My lord, what's the matter with you, is the tea hot, can I change a cup for you?"

Cheng Jiangyun managed to calm down, and stood up abruptly to avoid Lin Junnuan's touch, his face was full of disgust: "What the hell are you looking like?"

"The young one is your subordinate, you have to play a full set of acting." Lin Junnuan raised an eyebrow at him: "How about it, is it okay?"

Cheng Jiangyun swept her from head to toe, snorted coldly, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves, "Hurry up and get to work quickly." He didn't want to look at this hot-eyed outfit for a moment.

"Yes, my lord, the little one takes orders!"

The princess mansion is only a quarter of an hour away from Dali Temple. Cheng Jiangyun walked fast, and Lin Junnuan had no choice but to bury his head and follow behind, walking quickly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his face after walking for a long time.Because she was worried that the makeup on her face would be smeared, she didn't dare to wipe it casually. As a result, black sweat flowed into her eyes along the corners of her eyebrows, and tears began to burst out of irritation.

There was sweat and tears in the eyes, and the eyes were foggy, Lin Junnuan had no choice but to pull Cheng Jiangyun's sleeve, "Master Shaoqing, help me!"

Cheng Jiangyun turned his head, and couldn't laugh or cry at the funny face in front of him: "What's going on?"

"H-wipe my sweat, my eyes are blurred and I can't see."

"Bring the handkerchief."

Lin Junnuan raised her head to prevent the tears from streaming down and making makeup, while struggling to take out a handkerchief from her arms and hand it to him.

Cheng Jiangyun took the handkerchief and weighed it. It was a plain white crimson handkerchief without any patterns, except for a small "warm" character embroidered on the corner.He glanced at Lin Junnuan's hot-eyed face, silently put away the handkerchief, took out his own, and carefully wiped off the water marks on her face bit by bit.

"Be careful, don't mess with my makeup." Lin Junnuan continued nagging with her eyes closed.

Cheng Jiangyun didn't remind her after wiping, turned his head and continued to walk forward, and when Lin Junnuan woke up, he had already walked more than ten steps away.

Lin Junnuan hurried to catch up: "Hey, I haven't returned the handkerchief yet!"

"Dirty, throw away."

"How can you throw it around? Something big will happen if you don't do it!" Lin Junnuan was in a hurry.

Cheng Jiangyun saw a steamed stuffed bun stall next to a husband and wife stall, and said wittily, "It's okay, I threw it into the stove and burned it."

Lin Junnuan was dubious, but Cheng Shaoqing's face was so upright that she took his words seriously and did not continue to pursue the whereabouts of the handkerchief.

The two soon came to the door of the eldest princess's mansion. After Cheng Jiangyun reported his identity, the guard arranged for someone to notify the master, and they were led in not long after.

Of course, it was impossible to let them go directly to Princess Jiayi's boudoir. The two were brought into the main hall of the Princess's mansion, and served by the little maid who served them exquisite tea and refreshments.In front of outsiders, it is of course impossible for Lin Junnuan to sit on an equal footing with Cheng Jiangyun. She helped Cheng Shaoqing find out the temperature of the tea in a doggy manner: "It's just right if it's neither hot nor cold. Please take it easy, my lord." Then she stood up courteously Behind him, from time to time, he said a few flattering nonsense.

In front of other people, Cheng Jiangyun couldn't stop him, so he just slammed the knife at her a few times. Lin Junnuan smiled and ignored him, still playing the role of a dog's leg in a serious manner.

About half a cup of tea time later, Princess Anhua came late, with an anxious and tired expression on her face, before she sat down, she waved her hand to stop the two from saluting, probably because she knew that Cheng Jiangyun was highly valued by the emperor, and the princess spoke in a way The tone is gentle and polite, but unintentionally still carries the majesty of a superior.

"Cheng Shaoqing has worked hard on the case. Please take care of Jiayi's case and bring the murderer to justice as soon as possible. How dare you intrude into the majestic princess's mansion? It's really audacious."

"It's my job to investigate the case," Cheng Jiangyun said in a neither humble nor overbearing voice, "There are still many doubts in this case, and we need to enter the scene to investigate. I hope the eldest princess will be lenient."

The eldest princess sighed deeply: "You should, you go, Jiayi doesn't dare to live in that yard anymore, I arranged someone to guard it."

"If Princess Jiayi or anyone else recalls any details, please let us know."

The eldest princess nodded slightly, waved her hand to beckon someone to rub the center of her brows, and then said slowly: "You have important business, Madam Fu, take them to Yuxuan Pavilion."

Yuxuan Pavilion was the courtyard where Princess Jiayi lived, and the two of them followed Madam Fu around several hand-painted verandahs, and walked around for half an hour before arriving.

After Princess Anhua appeared, Lin Junnuan kept bending her body and hiding her head behind Cheng Jiangyun, playing the role of "a nameless official who is excited and afraid after seeing the nobleman" so vividly that Cheng Jiangyun didn't even look at her.

Cheng Jiangyun frowned and warned while Madam Fu was walking ahead and couldn't see their movements: "Enough is enough."

Lin Junnuan stuck out her tongue, her face full of innocence and loyalty: "Just say what the adults have to say, and the little ones will do their best and die."

Cheng Jiangyun felt a headache for no reason.

After sending the two of them to Yuxuan Pavilion, Madam Fu still didn't leave, and she didn't know whether she followed behind for serving or monitoring, so Cheng Jiangyun had no choice but to politely send her to watch outside the door to prevent outsiders from breaking into the scene.

The style of Princess Jiayi's boudoir does not match the impression she gives people. All kinds of supplies, large and small ornaments, and ornaments are neatly arranged without any deviation. Most of the colors are mainly red. It looked romantic and enthusiastic, but at this time, the dark red blood stains on the floor of the room had not been cleaned up in time, and the red color that set off the room was dazzling.

The bloodstain dragged on for a long time, spreading almost half of the room, and finally a large piece fainted on the footboard and the ground in front of the Babu bed. It seemed that the maid should have died there.

"Where are the remains of the deceased now?"

"It was supposed to be taken back to Dali Temple for an autopsy, but Princess Anhua was grateful for her coming to protect the Lord and did not want her to be in peace after death. She refused us to take the body away, saying that she would send it back to her parents' house for burial."

That's good, she doesn't need to force herself to muster up the courage to examine the corpse.

Lin Junnuan walked around the house following the trail of bloodstains, and asked in confusion, "Where were Princess Jiayi and the maid when the night guards arrived?"

"When the guards arrived, the servant girl was unconscious and was leaning against the footboard of the Babu bed. This large bloodstain was left at that time." Cheng Jiangyun paused, and then said: "Princess Jiayi was still there at that time." In a coma, she was lying in bed when the others arrived."

Lin Junnuan frowned: "Something is wrong."

"What did you find?"

"It's just a hunch, I'll take another look."

Lin Junnuan looked around the room carefully again, from the table and chairs to the wardrobe screen, he didn't miss a single thing, and finally returned to Ba Bu's bed, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed to look carefully.

Cheng Jiangyun turned his face away from her and asked, "What are you doing?" How decent it is for a woman to take off her shoes and show her feet in broad daylight!

Lin Junnuan ignored him. After getting out of bed and putting on her shoes, she found Madam Fu outside the door: "Have you changed the sheets in the Princess's room?"

Madam Fu shook her head blankly: "No, the princess almost had an accident, everyone is in a mess, where is the time to change the sheets."

With the expected answer, Lin Junnuan walked slowly back to Cheng Jiangyun, his expression became serious: "Shaoqing, there is a problem at the scene."

The author has something to say:

The male protagonist felt that after wiping the female protagonist’s black face with a white handkerchief, he must not use it again, it was too wasteful, so he used his own handkerchief, but as a cold-hearted person, he couldn’t explain it to the female protagonist, so he just put it on himself. The handkerchief was put away and lied to the hostess that it was burned. In ancient times, a woman’s handkerchief was taken away by a man. This kind of behavior may be regarded as a private handkerchief, so he can’t handle this handkerchief casually. He has to hide it carefully. Okay, that's right, the matter is so simple, there is absolutely nothing else, please look at my sincere eyes.