The princess's little white-faced concubine

"Master, that kid got that thing." The man in black said respectfully to a man in front of him.

"Well, very good, I will report this matter to the adults, do what you should do, and your family will be safe."

The man's slightly rough hand patted the man in black's shoulder heavily, and there was a hint of warning in his words.

The man in black seemed to be touched when he heard the word family: "Why did you do this!"

The man just sneered: "It has nothing to do with you."

After realizing that there was a problem with the salt, Jiang Zhichu immediately informed Wei Xian and the others of the matter, and the atmosphere suddenly became serious.

It was Wei Xian who finally spoke, with a heavy tone, "If Mr. Zhang is silenced because of something he discovered, it would be my great Wei's loss..."

Jiang Zhichu just nodded slightly, but did not respond.

She still couldn't understand what the salt had to do with last year's corruption case, why Mr. Zhang had to die, and whose secret he discovered.

"It's not good! Master Wei is not good!" Han Shijun stumbled in, his face full of panic.

"What's the matter!" Wei Xian heard the reputation, and when he saw this situation, he realized that something was wrong.

"Mr. Mu...is dead!"

The Mu Mansion has been sealed off by the officers and soldiers, and the people outside the gate formed a small circle to discuss with each other the massacre that happened in the Mu Mansion.

There were not many people in Mu's residence, only a few maids and servants, who were all lying in a pool of blood at this moment, some died in a dream and some died in the courtyard.Mu Qiu and his wife died in the house. When they were found, Mu Qiu pressed on his wife and protected her with his body. The two of them were pierced by a long sword and died together.

When Jiang Zhichu and others arrived, the corpses had already been transported to Yizhuang, and there were only white lines on the ground to draw the outline of the corpses.

The walls...the ground...collapsed...everywhere in this mansion was sprinkled with the blood of innocent people, most of them died with eyes wide open and died miserably.

Jiang Zhichu clenched her fists tightly, and she didn't feel the pain when her nails scratched her palms. At this moment, she didn't just think about asking for credit, but also about avenging the innocent. Master Zhang couldn't die in vain, and so did Mu Qiu.

After inspecting the scene, Jiang Zhichu calmed down and went to Yanzhuang. This time she went in the name of a court official, with a firm attitude.

"My lord, our salt is official salt. We dare not do anything illegal. Selling private salt is a capital offense. I dare not lend me some courage!"

The boss of Yanzhuang became respectful when he saw Jiang Zhichu's waist row, and he was even more frightened when he heard that Jiang Zhichu wanted to see the account book.

Jiang Zhichu ignored him, took the account book, and looked at it. The boss stood beside him obediently, wiping the fine sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief from time to time.

"There is no problem with the account book? Why are you nervous?"

"This... the official, you came to investigate suddenly, the little one hasn't seen any big world and just..."

Seeing his cowardly behavior, Jiang Zhichu immediately lost his patience: "Shut up."

She picked up the salt grains and checked carefully, and found that it was official salt, and the salt farm didn't look unusual.

"Do you know Feng Jian and Feng Xing?

The boss trembled after hearing these two names: "I know each other. They are my bosses. After they were killed last year, the younger one has been taking care of them."

Jiang Zhichu doubted: "Boss? Then how did you get all the salt?"

"Hey! These are all shipped from the Kyoto Salt Bureau! Don't talk nonsense, my lord."

The case got stuck at this point, and Jiang Zhichu was at a loss. She really couldn't think of any problems with salt other than private salt.

When Jiang Zhichu returned, it happened that Qingning and Wei Xian had also returned from Yizhuang.

"What did you find?" Jiang Zhichu asked.

Wei Xian shook his head as if he was very tired, his face was always blue and white, he sat on the chair and didn't speak.

"The method of death is different from that of Mr. Zhang, and the weapon used is not the same. Judging from the shape of the wound and the depth of the wound, the murderer who killed Mr. Zhang should have a knife in his left hand and cut his throat with a knife. The person who killed the Mu family was You can see the strength of stabbing the long blade into a person's heart." Qing Ning said in a condensed voice.

Mu Qiuyuan was the head of the county government office. Thanks to him, the corruption case went so smoothly. Presumably he also discovered something and was silenced by the murderer.

Wei Xian slammed his fist on the table, gritted his teeth and shouted, "When I catch the murderer, I will apply to His Majesty for the death penalty."

The silent eldest Sun Heng suddenly thought of something at this moment, and said without hesitation, "The only officials involved in the corruption case back then, apart from His Royal Highness, was Han Shijun!"

Wei Xian was terrified and stood up suddenly: "Hurry up and protect him!"

Han Shijun is a widow, no wife and no children, only a blind mother and a lame brother died of illness a few years ago, and he is the only one in Nuo Da's family. Wei Xian chose to put him by his side to act together. Maybe it will be easier to catch the murderer, but this is all Wei Xian's imagination.

Since the imperial guards in front of Princess Wei Zhaojin's mansion were withdrawn, Chu Ziqi ran to the princess mansion every three days, in order to strengthen his relationship with the eldest princess. Wei Zhaojin always just invited him into the hall, and he never even went to Wei Zhaojin's inner courtyard Pass.

"Your Highness, the weather is fine and suitable for swimming in the lake today. I specially bought a cruise ship and invites Your Highness to go with you." Chu Ziqi sat in the hall drinking Wei Zhaojin's tea with a cheerful face.

Wei Zhaojin showed a decent smile, which made people feel very close: "The son-in-law can make the decision."

How can Chu Ziqi bear it? The woman in front of her has a stately appearance. She is not as charming as that, but she has a natural and beautiful temperament, with a variety of styles, and she has the maturity and stability of a noble princess in her conversation. Why is she not infatuated? Intoxicating.

He wanted to step forward to grab her hand, but in the end he was in vain. What he got in return was no longer that decent smile, but cold eyes full of coldness, which seemed to be expressing disgust.

"you…"

"The son-in-law must not exceed the rules."

Chu Ziqi endured it and then invited her to swim in the lake with a flattering smile.

Seeing that Wei Zhaojin had always kept a distance from him and refused his contact all the time, he couldn't help feeling angry and blamed everything on Jiang Zhichu. He would make her die in the south of the Yangtze River and never return to the capital.

The news that Wei Zhaojin and his son-in-law went to the lake together soon spread, and there was a lot of discussion in the capital city. It's good to bet on those old men's mouths. As for Jiang Zhichu... She didn't think about it for the time being. She didn't think Jiang Zhichu's idiot was worth her trouble. If she knew it, she would know it.

If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening...

"Jiang Zhichu, if you have feelings for me, then I won't be able to keep you." Wei Zhaojin muttered to himself, but no one heard what she was saying.

What Wei Zhaojin needs is a puppet who stays obediently by her side. She doesn't need her to have feelings, let alone allow her to have feelings, and at the same time not allow herself to have feelings. After all, her heart died six years ago, right?

"Master, Jiang Zhichu checked too much..."

Wei Zhaojin repeated what the shadow guard said in her mind. Although she was standing on the boat overlooking the river, her eyes were dull, and she just responded mechanically to what Chu Ziqi said to her, without any emotion.

Jiang Zhichu had indeed investigated too much, which was far beyond her plan, and it was time for her to intervene.

Jiang Zhichu bought salt at Yanzhuang to compare with the official salt in the palace. No matter how you look at it, they are all salt extracted by the same refining method. They should be official salt. She was scratching her head and wondering what to do. Suddenly, I thought of the plot about private salt in the TV series I watched before.

The murderer doesn't have to refine it himself, he can do it at the first step, buy it at a high price from the salt refiner and sell it at the price of the court, if this is the case, then there must be something involved. There are quite a few people, and the people behind them must be not simple, otherwise how can they put their own people in this tight industrial chain to play tricks?Thinking of this, she couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

thump thump—

After three soft beeps, Qing Ning pushed the door open and came in with medicine in his hand. The weather has been getting hotter and hotter recently. Although Qing Ning has a poisonous mouth, he is kind. He is worried that the wound on Jiang Zhichu's face will become inflamed.

"Thank you." Jiang Zhichu was quite grateful.

Qing Ning rolled her eyes in displeasure, continued to give her the medicine, and turned his attention to Jiang Zhichu's record.

Jiang Zhichu habitually wrote down his thoughts, afraid that he would forget that he had never thought about showing them to others, but by coincidence, Qing Ning found out.

"Do you suspect that someone is selling private salt?"

Jiang Zhichu nodded.

Qing Ning was silent for a long time, picked up the piece of paper on the table and burned it on the candle.

"What are you doing!" When she wanted to save her, it was too late, and she had been burned to ashes and fell to the ground.

"Listen, don't you know how Mr. Zhang and Mr. Mu died? If more people know about this matter, more people will be in danger." Qing Ning suddenly became serious, and what he said made Jiang Zhichu fall into deep thought .

"The murderer's next target is likely to be Han Shijun. If he dies, all the parties involved in the investigation of the corruption case will be dead, except for the prince."

She agrees with what Qing Ning said, she wants to do what they didn't finish for the dead, and wants to avenge them, she can't involve more people, especially Wei Xian.

"What do you want to do after avenging Master Zhang?" Jiang Zhichu chatted with her for the first time.

Qing Ning hesitated for a long time before saying calmly: "You can travel around the world and heal everyone in the world."

Jiang Zhichu was a little moved. The girl who was packing the medicine box in front of her made her feel a little respectful. It was hard for her to think that the words just now came from such an immature girl, and she was only 15 years old.

"I support you."

She smiled lightly and said, "I'm not good at medicine, I still need to learn more, and when I get old, I will take in a few apprentices and they will continue to treat me. I have already thought about it..."

Maybe this is her belief, to treat everyone in the world, Jiang Zhichu gradually changed his view of this young girl.

"You said that if you went in together that night, you wouldn't have been hurt like this. Pity this pretty little face with a scar." Qing Ning clicked her tongue, feeling a little regretful.

The wound on Jiang Zhichu's face had already begun to heal, forming a thin film, which still hurt a little to the touch, presumably it was about to scab over.

"You think I'm willing to wait outside, the wall is two times taller than me! It's no wonder I can get in, if he didn't go in along that tree...it would be very difficult for him to get in."

Jiang Zhichu curled his lips to defend himself.

Qing Ning frowned instantly, Jiang Zhichu was tall and thin, a normal wall was only between two and three meters, but that wall was as tall as two Jiang Zhichus.

When Jiang Zhichu saw Qing Ning frowning, she also felt that there was something wrong. She had suspected it for a long time but forgot it later.

"Go to Zhang Mansion!"

The two spoke in unison and ran out anxiously.

The sky was not yet completely dark, the sun was slowly setting in the west, and the sky was full of afterglow, and someone was quietly watching them from a distance, holding the short blade in his left hand.