[Red Mansion] Master is always taken away

Gu Qingzhi heard that Jia She came, thought of what Jia She showed yesterday, and thought that he might have a different opinion, so he hurriedly asked someone to call him.

"Wait!" Gu Qingzhi hurriedly stopped when the little official was about to go out.

After thinking about it, he decided to ask for advice by himself. After all, Jia Amnesty is the Duke of the state. Although he is the official minister of Dali Temple, it is better for him to be humble when he asks the other party this time.

This is also Gu Qingzhi's way of dealing with the world, otherwise Emperor Xianning would not regard him as a confidant of the humerus...

At this time, Jia She was holding a white handkerchief, sitting in the room, wiping the sword one by one.

Although he was wearing an official uniform today, he didn't have any white clothes, but his face was extremely pale against the red official robe. When Gu Qingzhi entered the room, Jia She raised his eyes, their eyes were extremely bright, emitting a breathtaking light.

Even a minister like Gu Qingzhi, who often sees Tianyan, couldn't help feeling tense at this moment, and stood quietly for a moment before Gu Qingzhi opened his mouth to explain the purpose of his visit.

Jia Amnesty seemed to have listened, but he didn't seem to listen, his hands kept moving, and when Gu Qingzhi finished speaking, Jia Amnesty also let go of the white handkerchief on his hand.

"...The Miemen tragedy?!" Jia She's voice was a little slow.

Gu Qingzhi sighed, "What does the Duke think?"

Jia She raised his eyebrows, held the sword in his hand, and pondered slightly. Although he was not interested in solving the case, he was willing to kill such vicious people.

Gu Qingzhi was very distressed, "There are seven members of this exterminated family. The person in charge is a butcher bun seller. Everyone calls him Baozi Wu. He is very kind, has good craftsmanship, and the bun fillings are delicious and plentiful. It won't be that good... This is exactly where I'm in trouble. I'm afraid Baozi Wu has offended someone in such a massacre. He has a great hatred. But Shuntianfu and others have been investigating for many days, and there is no clue to solve the case. "

This case happened in the capital city. Although Baozi Wu was a common man, he was considered a wealthy family. It was also a massacre. In the capital city, which is the most benevolent place, it has been widely spread. When asked about such cases today, Gu Qingzhi himself would feel embarrassed.

The emperor is concerned about the country's affairs. As the emperor's confidant, if he makes people in the capital panic, he will be taken advantage of by those who want to... Gu Qingzhi narrowed his eyes, thinking about his political opponents, and then looked at Jia She expectantly.

After hearing the case, Jia Amnesty had no clue, he hated such complicated things, he needed a butler who could serve him, who could manage the manor and the shops outside, and could also inquire and collect news from all over the world for him. Martial arts can protect themselves.

Such a convenient person has not been found yet.

Jia Amnesty clenched his sword hand tightly, seeking his own government in his position. Although he didn't like it, since Gu Qingzhi was his boss, he begged to be by his side again. He really wanted to see the scene of the crime and visit there. a visit.

Gu Qingzhi took Jia She and other officials and yamen servants together to visit the dead bodies of the seven members of the Wu family.

The Wu Zuo of Dali Temple is proficient in various identifications. It should be said that this ancestral "craft" cannot be ignored. His family has been doing Wu Zuo for eighteen generations, which is longer than the history of the Great Xia Dynasty. He has a vicious vision.

"This man was killed by a sword. The crime scene is not far away, and the murder weapon was found..." Wu Zuo talked eloquently, Gu Qingzhi nodded, and a yamen servant brought a blood-stained saber.

"This is a saber. I have asked the neighbors around. It is said that the youngest son of Baozi Wu's family likes to dance swords, but he is young. Baozi Wu dotes on children, so he bought a sword for his youngest son."

Gu Qingzhi saw Jia She's gaze fixed on the sword, then looked at the sword in Jia She's hand, and explained the origin of this piece in detail.

"It's just a sword that can't kill people." Jia Amnesty looked at it for a while, then said.

Hearing this, everyone turned cold and stared at Duke Rong with piercing eyes.

This duke of the country is really amazing.

Jia Amnesty leaned over to take a closer look at the wound, lowered his eyes, thoughtful.

Gu Qingzhi asked anxiously: "Did Enhou discover something?" He pondered for a while, and still called Jia She by his name to show his closeness.

Jia She glanced at him lightly and said, "This sword is not a murder weapon."

"Why?!" Wu interjected.

Gu Qingzhi glared at him, a guy without distinction!

Wu Zuo had an embarrassing expression on his face. Although he bowed his hands to apologize, the expression in his eyes did not mean approval.

Jia Amnesty didn't take it seriously, and only said to Gu Qingzhi: "People who use knives always have some little habits when they use their swords. Besides, this sword is a decorative sword, not a sword for killing people."

Everyone, including Gu Qingzhi, didn't know that Jia She was best at wielding swords.

Jia Amnesty's words are not convincing, and Jia Amnesty doesn't bother to explain to these people the difference between a swordsman and a swordsman killing people. These are things people who don't practice martial arts can't understand. .

Feeling suddenly depressed, Jia Amnesty was not in a high mood, Gu Qingzhi half believed Jia Amnesty's words, after all, the blood test took place only a day ago.

But today, Jia Amnesty did not know why after saying these decisive words, he remained silent and did not explain to everyone. Gu Qingzhi could not press him, so he had to interrogate the relatives, servants and neighbors of the deceased again...

Jia Amnesty sat on the edge of the hall, watching Gu Qingzhi's trial, but his eyes lightly scanned the kneeling people in the hall.

These people are ordinary people, their eyes may be a little bit wrong, and they are a little cautious, but their bodies are very clean, without murderous or bloody aura...

But when a servant was interrogated, Jia She shot his gaze at him.

This servant was tall and handsome, but his eyes looked simple and honest, like a very law-abiding and good man.

Gu Qingzhi asked a few words. He was about to wave his hand to make this person retreat, but Jia Amnesty suddenly stood up and asked, "You use a knife?"

The man froze for a moment, with a little panic in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Except for Jia She, who was staring at him, even Gu Qingzhi didn't notice anything unusual about him.

"If the adults say it, the younger ones use a knife." The man calmed down and replied.

Thinking of Jia Amnesty's previous assertion, Gu Qingzhi thought that this person was the suspect. With a "Dang", he slapped the gavel and scolded: "The bold suspect Wu Ming, why don't you kneel down and plead guilty?!"

Wu Ming wanted to cry, but he knelt down again with a plop, and shouted, "My lord, I am wronged, I am not a murderer."

"Didn't you use a knife?" Gu Qingzhi stared, looking at Jia She's expression.

Jia Amnesty's expression was calm, but his eyes were fixed on Wu Ming who was kneeling in the hall.

The dead Baozi Wu didn’t look like he was just selling meat buns, but there were more than a dozen bun shops in his house in the capital, and the fillings were all prepared by him in a unified way. The reason why Baozi Wu was able to buy a three-entry courtyard in the capital where every inch of land was expensive and hired many clerks and servants.

The servant Wu Ming knelt down and kowtowed, "My lord, what's wrong with me using a knife?"

"Hmph, didn't you kill your master and the whole family with a knife? You recognized it just now... Isn't it strange that you, a servant, know how to use knives for no reason?!"

"...Master Qingtian, the little one is really wronged! The little one knows how to use a knife, you mean a kitchen knife!"

"Ah..." Gu Qingzhi was taken aback.

Wu Ming hastily explained: "The young one is for the master to chop meat, so naturally he uses a knife every day. This is a laborious job, women can't do it."

In Baoziwu’s bun shop, most of the buns are actually made by women, but the laborious work of mincing the meat and carrying them is still done by the servants of Baoziwu’s family.

Hearing this, Gu Qingzhi's face turned slightly red, and he was so ashamed. He said angrily: "Well, you dare to entertain me. Why didn't you make it clear just now..."

If he hadn't cared about the official voice, he would have wished to drag this person down and beat him twenty big to calm down.

Wu Ming was also a ghost, thinking that he had offended the officials above him, so he quickly kowtowed to admit his mistake, and even slapped himself lightly twice, with a very good attitude.

Gu Qingzhi waved him back.

Jia Amnesty's hand stroked the black sheath sword, and the air mechanism locked onto Wu Ming. Wu Ming's body froze slightly, and he turned his head in Jia Amnesty's direction.

"You can use not only a knife, but also a sword," he said.

Wu Ming shook his head: "Master, I only know how to use a kitchen knife... Oh, is a hatchet also a knife?" Then he suddenly thought of this, and his expression was extremely wronged.

Dali Temple does not shy away from listening to people on the street outside the entrance of the case. There is a lot of discussion about these two officials pestering a servant who can only use a kitchen knife. Some people even doubt that the two officials Could it be that the case can't be solved, and a servant can be detained at will to settle the case...

This happened quite often to officials and lords in the past. They got promoted and got rich. If they solved the case, they would be rewarded, but it was just a slave’s death. Officials are not afraid of this, the merit is what matters.

Don't say that Gu Qingzhi is not that kind of person, even if he has that kind of crooked thoughts, with his intelligence, he will do things more beautifully.These fools.

Gu Qingzhi's face was not very good-looking, and he felt a little dissatisfied with Jia Amnesty's words.

Jia She sneered, his eyes were ice-like, with a sharp perspective, as if he knew all the secrets in Wu Ming's heart.He continued: "The calluses on your hands, the way you walk... and even your face smell of blood."

Wu Ming's pupils shrank slightly, but soon he lowered his head, whimpered, shouted "wronged", and kowtowed to Gu Qingzhi.

Gu Qingzhi had a headache. If this Jia Enhou thought he was the murderer, at least he had to find evidence. What he just said was just what he thought.Is there a difference between the marks of stabbing someone with a sword and stabbing with a knife?There were seven members of the deceased's family, and the wounds all conformed to the shape of the sword, and the sword still had dried blood on it.

... "Lord Jia, do you have evidence to accuse him?" Gu Qingzhi asked helplessly, but also with anticipation in his eyes. If it was really Wu Ming who killed him, wouldn't the case be solved? Gu Qingzhi very much hoped that Jia Amnesty's words were correct of.

Jia She glanced at him, and said plainly, "Nothing."

"..."

Wu Ming, who was kneeling on the ground, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but Jia She looked at him and said word by word: "This kind of unfaithful and unrighteous person should be killed!"

The origin of Wu Ming just now has already been introduced by other neighbors and servants. He is a refugee picked up by Baozi Wu. It is said that this man was about to starve to death at that time, and he was also full of skin sores...

This Wu Ming smelled bloody, probably more than these seven people died in his hands. Jia She is very sensitive to the breath of people. As a swordsman, he has a murderous aura.

It can be murderous, but there are also distinctions.