ancient criminal minds

Lu Zheng was full of dissatisfaction and followed Rong Zhen on the back mountain of Fengguo Temple. He never thought that he would meet this master when he came to offer incense, and he didn't know what he was here for. He thought about Ye Wen Guan lived in the palace, and he came to see Chen again.

Lu Zheng's heart tightened, and he couldn't help asking: "Uncle Nineteen, what are you doing here at Fengguo Temple?"

"It's not wrong to shout this time." Rong Zhen looked at Lu Zheng's face with regret, and Lu Zheng hurriedly covered his face in fright, and he laughed out loud, "At the beginning of every year, His Majesty will come to Fengguo Temple to offer incense, my king Naturally, I have to come in advance to say hello to Master Liaochen." Seeing that Lu Zheng was still a little nervous, he deliberately asked, "What? Could it be that the king has other things to do?"

"No." Lu Zheng replied quickly, and realized that he had spoken too quickly, so he hurriedly made amends, "Is that Mr. Ye your friend?"

"Which eye of yours sees that he is willing to be my king's friend?"

"..."

"By the way, I heard that you have a good relationship with the newly appointed commander of Chijiawei?"

"Jian Yu?" Lu Zheng just remembered that he promised Jian Yu to help him find out about his biological father, but recently the affairs of the Lu family occupied all his mind, thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Jian Yu.

Rong Zhen glanced at him: "Why do you have the expression of a heartbroken man who always gives up and gives up?"

"..."

Lu Zheng felt that it was really difficult to communicate with His Highness, so he simply shut up and walked forward, but he heard the voice of the King of Chu behind him.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Rong Zhen's legs were long and his strides were long, he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but he didn't take half a step behind Lu Zheng, who was walking fast. Seeing that Lu Zheng was sweating on his forehead, he couldn't help shaking his head: "The British government is a family of generals, why? You have no effort at all?"

Speaking of this, Lu Zheng was also a little depressed. Although his eldest brother was born as a civil servant, he also practiced martial arts since he was a child. Even his sister-in-law had a set of whipping methods passed down in his family. I can't suffer, and my mother and grandmother dote on me, and now I can't even do some tricks.

Seeing his depression, Rong Zhen just stopped talking, talking about the recent major events in Yanjing, and casually mentioned the case of the Lu family.

Lu Zheng didn't think too much about it, so he spoke out his inference.

"The murderer in these two cases should be the same person, her identity is a woman, she is delicate and bold, and good at disguising, she should have knowledge about medicine, she committed two cases in such a short period of time, and used The same poison shows that she is very confident, confident that she can play with everyone, she is very conceited of her own scheme..."

Speaking of this, Lu Zheng realized that his deduction was wrong. If the other party is really such a conceited perpetrator, she must be very obsessed with her own killing methods, just like many murders in history who regard killing as an art However, judging from the scene, apart from being poisoned by the same poison, the murderer's method of killing was completely different, and the murderer did not leave any similar marks.

Rong Zhen was listening to Lu Zheng's analysis, but when he suddenly stopped, he couldn't help asking, "Why don't you continue?"

Lu Zheng frowned, unconsciously said: "Something is wrong... There must be something wrong."

Rong Zhen grabbed Lu Zheng, who was about to hit a tree, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Even if you want to think about the problem, at least you have to look at the road."

Lu Zheng was a little dazed, and the light in his mind was frightened away.

Rong Zhen has been at the border for many years, and has always looked down on these spoiled young masters in Yanjing, but seeing Lu Zheng's stupid look, he did not feel disgusted as he imagined, but asked with his rare patience: "Then, as you said, the murderer can enter and leave the ancestral hall, and can poison the hair oil of the young lady in the mansion, so his status must be not low, right?"

Lu Zheng nodded.

"It seems that there are not many women who can meet this requirement. If so, let's torture and question one by one, and we will always know."

Lu Zheng looked at Rong Zhen in shock, and blurted out: "Isn't this torture to extract a confession! This is... It's a reckless disregard of human life!"

Rong Zhen squinted his eyes, the coldness surrounding him at that moment directly made the hair on Lu Zheng's back stand on end, and he took a step back unconsciously.

Seemingly realizing that this place is not in the northern border, and the other party is not his subordinate, Rong Zhen eased his expression, looked at Lu Zheng who was still afraid, and smiled slightly: "My dear nephew, remember to think before you speak next time."

Lu Zheng stared blankly at Rong Zhen passing him, and smelled a faint pine fragrance from the tip of his nose. He suddenly realized that this is not the modern era of freedom of speech, but here... is the ancient era where human life was ignored.

He thought that he had accepted his new identity and could survive in this era, but Rong Zhen told him that he still had a lot to learn.

Because of that incident, Lu Zheng was a little sluggish for the rest of the journey, and Rong Zhen didn't really intend to watch the mountains and the scenery with him, so he turned around hastily and let him go back.

Ye Wenguan was in a bad mood, so he flicked his sleeves and went back first, so only Song Zhiyi was waiting for him in the wing room, shaking his fan coquettishly.

"Yo, did you see the little squirrel?"

Rong Zhen glanced at him indifferently: "That's the third young master of the British government, don't shout."

"The state officials are only allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps. Why can't I shout if you shout?"

Rong Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who was afraid of chaos, so he sat down on the chair and poured a cup of tea.

Song Zhi felt that he didn't mean to speak, and immediately became anxious, and quickly sat across from him and asked, "How is it? Is this kid qualified enough?"

Rong Zhen was noncommittal.

"You..." Song Zhiyi hurriedly begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, I understand, I won't call him little squirrel again, just say it."

Rong Zhen put down his teacup, shook his head and said, "It's still a bit late."

"What do you mean?"

"Some skills, but unfortunately too young and too reckless." Rong Zhen hooked the corners of his lips, "After a few more years of experience, it may be useful."

Song Zhiyi was immediately disappointed: "Oh...it's in vain that I was so optimistic about him before."

"It's okay, I've been waiting for so many years, and I can afford to wait a few more years."

"what do you mean……"

Rong Zhen sighed: "I was too conceited before, the situation in Yanjing is chaotic now, it is really inappropriate for there to be any more troubles at this time."

Song Zhiyi was still a little unwilling, but he also knew his temperament. He would never sit back and watch the chaos of the country for his own selfishness. He could only helplessly say: "Yes, yes, I will listen to you."

At this moment, there were two "dong dong" sounds from the door, and then Nie Zhishu's deep voice: "Master, there is news from Northern Xinjiang."

Song Zhiyi went to open the door, and Nie Zhishu walked in with a letter, but his expression was not very good-looking.

Rong Zhen received the letter, and his expression gradually became serious.

Song Zhiyi looked at the two of them and couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

Rongzhen put the letter on the table, Song Zhiyi immediately picked it up to read it, and immediately scolded after reading it: "This sixth prince of Jie people is too disgusting! He actually wants us Daxia Dynasty to help him win the position of Da Shanyu! "

Nie Zhishu also cursed: "Traitor the country and seek glory!"

"Big man! It's rare for us to agree!"

Rong Zhen shook his head: "From another perspective, if we help the sixth prince, we can justifiably intervene in the military affairs of the Jie people, whether it is peace talks or wars, it will be beneficial. However, in the end, it depends on what His Majesty decides."

"How can this be done!" Song Zhiyi said angrily, "We have fought with the Jie people for so many years, and the two sides have already formed an undying hatred. If His Majesty agrees, won't it make you human inside and out in the end?"

Rong Zhen didn't speak. Song Zhiyi seemed careless, but in fact he was very delicate. In fact, he also understood that if the sixth prince sincerely surrendered, the whole court would probably agree, not to mention how much military expenditure would be saved. , it is already the merit of all ages.

Nie Zhishu also considered this point: "That's right, master, if we really make peace like this, how will you and the Northern Border Army deal with each other in the future?"

Song Zhiyi squinted his eyes: "Just don't do anything, just directly—" He made a murderous posture around his neck.

Nie Zhishu nodded: "This is a good way. Now the northern border is almost under the control of General Su. As long as the master sends an order to go back, he will definitely die quietly before he gets close to the city wall."

Rong Zhen glanced at the two of them, and immediately suppressed their joy.

"Let's talk about it later."

"But……"

Rong Zhen warned them again: "No one is allowed to make arbitrary claims. If the sixth prince dies, no matter who did it, you two will go back to Northern Xinjiang."

Song Zhiyi knew that he always kept what he said, so he could only obey honestly.

Rong Zhen had already stood up: "Go back to the palace first."

Song Zhiyi sighed, but just took two steps when he saw Rong Zhen stop where he was, his eyes lit up: "Have you changed your mind?"

Rong Zhen ignored him, and said to Nie Zhishu, "I remember there was a hand crossbow the size of a palm in the armory?"

Nie Zhishu nodded: "But you didn't mean that it wasn't very useful, so you just threw it in the warehouse."

"Find it out and send it to the British government."

Nie Zhishu didn't understand why the topic suddenly jumped to this topic, but he still responded dutifully and faithfully.

Song Zhiyi had a "I understand" smile on his face: "Why don't I deliver it for you, Your Highness, and let the young master know whose intentions it is."

Rong Zhen looked at him coldly: "Alright, after seeing you off, go to Beijiang to be with Su Dai."

Song Zhiyi immediately faltered.

Nie Zhishu scratched his hair, and suddenly felt as if he knew something important.