Chapter Four, in the thoughts of immortality, souls are unjustly broken.

Ayuan followed Jingzhiwan closely, carefully inspecting each medicinal herb. To her surprise, she found that she had a deeper understanding of the herbs than she had imagined.

The servants who are close to Lingyou have confirmed that Lingyou is indeed troubled by not being able to please Zhu Shi. Two days before the incident, Lingyou was still inquiring about Zhu Shi's preferences, hoping to receive special treatment from Zhu Shi.

The scenery knows the late path: "The evidence is quite valuable."

But why did she just feel that it was him whispering in her ear, saying those words that couldn't be distinguished as either affection or humiliation?

Jing Ci sat across from her and watched as she wolfed down her food, completely satisfied. He said, "I cannot accept your kindness now, but someday you will receive mine."

My older brother... Zhu Jifei hesitated for a while before saying, "He often travels outside and knows people from all walks of life, so he probably knows some."

Nature is not what he is talking about.

Taking medication to commit suicide...

Jing Ci rolled up his sleeves and sat in the kitchen wearing a single garment. As he flipped through a pile of cooking books, he asked the cook questions. Seeing that it was getting late, he said, "Excellent, come and start the fire!"

Ayuan rubbed his forehead, "Another case of death by medication? Did Mr. Zhu take the wrong medicine, and then Lingyou also took the wrong medicine?"

There was indeed some movement from Jing Zhiwan in the evening.

The little deer finally couldn't speak, and began to seriously ponder her talent issues with confusion.

Jingzhi obviously didn't feel well, but she was very self-aware. She found a pair of shoulders to carry her early on and leisurely read a book along the way. When she arrived, she lazily directed her subordinates with her hands behind her back. Especially towards her maids, she was downright bossy. As a result, no matter how delicious the food was, it couldn't make up for the indignation of Jingzhi and her young lady being treated like servants.

So it is... The young man took the Suixin Pill that the woman had taken, "This female pill is even more valuable than gold. Shall I feed you ten or eight of them?"

As he thought this way, even the corpses on the ground seemed particularly pleasing to the eye.

This time, they went to the Shuxin Medical Hall.

If what Xiaolu said is true, she did not possess any martial arts skills before falling ill. Why did all her companions meet their demise while she alone miraculously survived, only sustaining minor external injuries? Or perhaps Xiaolu actually does not understand her young miss, who truly possesses formidable martial arts skills, enabling her to escape death in that massacre?

Ayuan sullenly picked up two cans of medicinal herbs and handed them to the constable to be loaded onto the cart, then walked back and looked around to search.

Ayuan Dao: "The medicine that Lingyou takes."

A young man reached out and lifted her chin, smiling even more charmingly. "In my opinion, if they hadn't taken you to the yamen to see the official, you should be secretly happy. With your delicate skin and tender flesh, a beating would turn you into a pile of minced meat. Are you afraid of not admitting to the crime of conspiring with Ling You to harm Old Master Zhu? Without an irrelevant woman like you, they can complete their task, and the two sons of the Zhu family can also clear their suspicions. Isn't that beneficial for everyone?"

There are so many flaws that it's like a sieve. Jing Zhiwan's gaze towards Li Fei seems to want to see through him.

Just learned to cook, with three dishes and one soup, all home-cooked dishes, yet exquisite and delicious, incomparable to ordinary meals.

With a face covered in dust from a long day's work, she smiled at him somewhat flatteringly and said, "I enjoy it when my senior brother eats the meals I cook."

Seeing her coming in, Jing Ci's eyes were filled with a smiling light, and he said to the stove, "Ze Sheng, Mian Wan has arrived!"

The room was full of dust, the tables and chairs were in disorder, and the bed was moldy. At first glance, it seemed that no one had lived there for a long time. However, the medicine cabinet was wiped clean inside and out, and the medicine jars were labeled and classified, most of which were valuable medicinal materials. There were not many bottles of well-made pills, and they were labeled crookedly with names like Suixin Pill and Wuyang Pill. Perhaps, these things were the foundation for Lingyou's survival in the world for many years.

The only son of Prince He was originally named Mu Beiyin.

She couldn't help but raise her head.

Second Young Master Zhu Jifei is indeed deeply affectionate towards his younger brother. When he saw his elder brother being imprisoned, he took a stack of silver tickets and went to beg Li Fei.

The scene knew and walked away with a flick of the sleeve, "What do you think?"

But A Yuan thinks that Master Zhu is overthinking it... Wait until he spends two days in a prison crawling with rats and covered in cockroaches, eating a few bowls of coarse porridge, and he will immediately realize that all those things he desires, such as the "Sui Xin Pill" and the "Secret Play Picture," are nothing but empty promises.

Zhu Jifei tearfully said, "The real culprit remains at large, while my elder brother is imprisoned. I fear for the peace of our father in the grave."

He pointed to the bottle of Wuyang Dan on the dressing table and said, "Is it just because of the stuff Miss Fu put in my tea for the past two nights?"

Moreover, if she is not the original young lady, why can she call out the name "Jing Ci"? Or perhaps, Jing Ci is just a name in her subconscious, not her fiancé, and has nothing to do with Jing Zhiwan?

Unfortunately ... ....

Once Li Fei's thoughts diverged from the essence of Linghe, he suddenly realized it. With a clear mind, he began his concluding speech, "Although the rare medicinal herbs stolen by Lingyou may not be discovered by Zhu Shi, Linghe blood is what Zhu Shi values most. Lingyou has repeatedly taken it, but the pills he refines do not contain Linghe blood. If Zhu Shi discovers this, he will become suspicious. Lingyou wants to act without restraint and naturally hopes to kill Zhu Shi and let Zhu Huifei take over the family. In this way, Lingyou can eliminate future troubles and make a fortune without any worries."

Unfortunately, she used various means to win over him, repeatedly turning the tables. However, he still claimed that they had never met.

Can fight, can train eagles, can catch bad guys, and also knows medicine...? How should I explain this?

Zhu Jifei hurriedly said, "Sir, Jifei is not knowledgeable in medicine. My father often taught me to read poetry and books, so I rarely go out and do not know these martial artists."

At this moment, Jing Zhizhi, who was standing behind Li Fei, heard the order and said, "Jing Yi, take two assistants and go to the Zhu residence again to continue the investigation for any clues."

As if there was a moment of surprise and embarrassment, but the instant the sunlight outside the house shone on the face, it stung.

The dream of the previous night suddenly came to mind, and A Yuan felt a bit dazed. As he stepped out of the house quickly, he heard a faint laughter from a young man saying, "With me around, it doesn't matter if you're a bit foolish."

Ayuan's scalp exploded, and he turned his head to look at her servant with a smile, saying, "Xiaolu, don't follow me tomorrow, help me with something."

Perhaps Ling You did indeed steal and replace rare medicinal herbs, and concocted fake Linghe Marrow. However, Lady Zhu and the concubines in Zhu Shifang's chambers testified that the Zhu family is indeed of imperial lineage, with clear distinctions between the inner and outer circles. Moreover, in Zhu Shifang's pursuit of longevity through cultivating the mind and nurturing the nature, Ling You's medicines were always considered unorthodox and unconventional, and Zhu Shifang never held them in high regard. Therefore, Ling You could not have possibly entered Zhu Shifang's bedroom where the medicines were kept, let alone find and steal the Linghe Marrow.

If Jingzhi becomes too aggressive and unbearable, she cannot stay in Qincheng anymore. It would be better for her to quietly return to Beijing and investigate thoroughly what kind of person she was before, and what happened before and after the robbery.

The main gate has been tightly locked, and there is only one person's footprints inside and outside the window, which indicates that no second person has been to the scene.

Fu Manqing looked at his smile as usual, but felt distant again, and couldn't help but panic, reluctantly saying: "This... this noonday elixir is not easy to refine. When men take it, not only can they show great power, but it also benefits the body..."

If, after being seriously injured and losing one's memory, Miss's temperament changes drastically, it can be considered understandable.

Jing Zhiwan has been quietly watching the autopsy of Wu Zuo. It was not until now that he took a step back and said lightly, "Abdominal distension, slight blood oozing from the pores, it is likely death caused by taking a poisonous substance."

A woman of the world, no matter how noble and dignified she appears, is ultimately just a plaything for these privileged individuals. When they cherish her, she is treated like a precious gem; when they grow tired of her, she is inevitably discarded like an insignificant ant. Unscrupulous means can be quite useful, but they should only be employed by these privileged individuals.

The young man paused for a moment, took out a gold ingot, and said, "Don't rely on those crooked ways, although they are indeed useful... Find a decent man and live a stable life! Also, remember this well, Lord Xiaohe Mubeiyan has never been here. We have never met, do you understand?"

Of course, according to the magistrate's inference, there is actually no need for investigation. However, the medicinal herbs stolen by Lingyou are the motive and evidence of his crime, so they still need to be properly collected and brought back to the yamen.

阿原怔了怔 , `` 这几样药材和棂幽之死有关 ? ''

Ar Yuan and others actually found Ling You.

Between the firewood, She raised her face and smiled at her, instantly filling the room with a brilliant spring light, making it impossible to look away. "Goodnight, thank you for taking care of Jing Gege all these years! Now, I'm here..."

Ayuan said again: "Give him the wooden awakening, and learn well from others there! It's not easy to think of things like borrowing a corpse to revive the soul. Since you have this talent, I must not delay you."

Prince Xiaohui...

Upon examining the evidence, Jing realized that it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. Suddenly, he said, "Stop daydreaming. Let's move these, this, and that out first."

With a big wave of his hand, Li Fei said, "Organize the materials and then verify the situation of Ling You with the Zhu brothers and the Zhu Mansion's managers. If there are no objections, the case will naturally be closed! Closed!"

After Lingyou's body was taken away, Li Fei hurried back to the yamen to verify the matter of Lingyou. Jing Zhiwan and A Yuan stayed behind to continue investigating and handling the aftermath.

Heaven knows what that astonishing and unconventional Miss Yuanjia is thinking. Anyway, Xiaohe Wangye is feeling restless. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol for half a month, and even left the capital city. Who knows where he went and played for two months. Finally, he remembered his father who was recuperating in the Qinhai Villa, so he came to Qinhai with the intention of filial piety, and then... appeared at the Huayue Tower.

Miss Yuan, the daughter of the former prefect, has gone missing. The capital city should be in chaos for a while. However, after Ah Yuan arrived in Qincheng, he did not find any news from the court or the former prefect's residence about the search for Miss Yuan. With the influence of Madam Yuan, it should be an easy task to request the emperor's decree to help find her.

He twirled his beard, suddenly paused, looked at Zhu Jifei, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. "Your father and elder brother both like to take elixirs and make friends with alchemists. You must have been influenced by them, and probably know many of these people, right?"

Li Fei nodded and exclaimed, "That's it, that's it..."

Actually, when it comes to the arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as military strategy and literary talent, Mian Wan is quite good. Lu Beicang is very satisfied with this female disciple, but he is even more satisfied with his adopted son Jing Ci. With Jing Ci's outstanding talent, Mian Wan's skills are not enough to compare. With just one glance, he can easily crush Mian Wan into pieces.

Li Fei is a civil official and doesn't know about medicinal herbs, but A Yuan actually recognizes them. She has taken out one of the jars, opened the sealed oil paper, and quietly pointed it out to Li Fei, "Sir, look at these two old mountain ginsengs. They are at least a hundred years old, can nourish the five viscera, calm the spirit, and prolong life. Even if one is seriously ill and almost dying, it can be used to make soup to save one's life. So, this packet of old mountain ginseng is enough for him to buy this entire courtyard..."

She looked up with her face, and the warm morning sun shone on her cheeks. Her jade-like skin was tinged with a faint red, and her smile became a bit mischievous. Jing Zhiwan narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to scold her, but then he pursed his lips, tapped her forehead with his hand, and walked away quickly.

It is likely that those beautiful young men who waited for her at the Yuanfu residence that day have already dispersed since she did not return. Even if they have not left, she returned to the capital in men's clothing quietly, and they probably cannot find her.

The coroner took out a silver hairpin from the throat of the deceased to test for poison. It did not change color, so he hesitated to draw a conclusion, and said, "It's hard to tell for now. At first glance, it seems like death from a sudden illness. Let us clean the body and further examine for any other injuries with alcohol and vinegar."

After tasting a bite of the meal she cooked, she took another bite, and then bright tears rolled down. Subsequently, she locked herself in the bedroom and didn't come out all day.

When Jing Zhi returned to the yamen in the late afternoon, he brought back a group of people including the steward and servants of the Zhu family, as well as the beautiful widow who was rumored to have a relationship with Ling You.

When I tried to study on my own in the evening, Jingci disdainfully said, "Forget it, you're so stupid... Since I've learned it, you don't have to bother! In the future, just consider me a lifetime firewood girl!"

Li Feiwen inquired with Zhu Huifei and even offered words of comfort. He had summoned Master Bo to organize the case and prepare to close it. However, a large stack of written testimonies was suddenly thrown in front of him, causing him to feel dizzy and disoriented, unable to recover for quite some time.

Jing Zhiran calmly said, "Zhiwan obeys the order!"

The scene of you leaving with a flick of your sleeve, "I cannot bear your affection!"

Miss Ke has never studied medicine, so how could she understand drugs?

However... The former lady seemed to have some doubts later, even a kind of fear. She often looked at her for a long time, as if pondering something.

However, Jingzhi is obviously much smarter than she could imagine.

Not only can they pronounce names, they also have a good understanding of the effects of medicinal herbs, as if they were born with this knowledge, just like they were born knowing how to train falcons.

Ah Yuan hurriedly chased after and asked, "Where else do you plan to go?"

Unfortunately, Yuan Qing chose Duan Hou as her husband, but later fell ill and disappeared without a trace. Her husband searched the capital city but couldn't find her.

Li Fei was speechless, "Even if the Zhu family is wealthy, they would not give him these medicines... He must have secretly hidden the medicinal materials while refining the medicine, but he dares not keep them in the Zhu residence, so he hid them in this dilapidated house!"

The bedrooms of several masters in the Zhu residence have already been searched by Jing Zhiwan and others. Jing Yiyi also doesn't know what else he can investigate. Hearing this, he could only agree. Just as he was about to leave, Jing Zhiwan said again, "Where have Zhu Jifei, Madam Zhu, and others been? Who have they met? Remember it carefully and report back one by one."

Shuxin Medical Hall, like other pharmacies, sells medicine to the public and also has doctors practicing in the hall. However, Jing Zhiwan and others presented their business cards properly and waited for the owner's permission before being escorted by the servants to the backyard to meet the owner of the medical hall, Mr. Zuoyan Xi.

Ayuan Dao: "Go and make a black ebony wake-up wood for the storyteller at the teahouse and send it over! I have promised to do it and cannot break my word. If your feet hurt, you can hire a shoulder sedan chair like Jing Dian Shi did. Take the silver coins from the wooden box on the desk, there should be a few strings left."

Since no one is harming anyone, it is reasonable to infer that he himself took the wrong medicine. The most important thing is that the people in the yamen, from the county magistrate to the low-ranking yamen attendants, do not need to continue tracking down the killer who murdered Zhu Shi under immense pressure. ... A ready-made culprit is lying right at their feet ....

He turned around and gave her a cold glance, "Former constable, have you taken the wrong medicine? Or have you been possessed by a wronged spirit after staying in that room for too long? Making such a fuss, how unbecoming!"

But at least what she said is correct. Whether the case is closed or not, it doesn't matter what the county magistrate says, it only matters what the historian says.

On the upper floor of the Flower Moon Tower, a tall figure swiftly emerged from behind the curtain, rushed to the window, gently pushed open a gap, and with peach blossom eyes seemingly filled with a playful smile, looked carefully at the two figures departing.

Arbitrary emotions of Ah Yuan, "So... do you want to say that Ding Lingyou's death was a suicide?"

Jing cast a disdainful glance at her and walked forward without saying a word.

There was no one beside him. Jingzhi had already walked more than ten steps away, and noticed her standing there, furrowing her brows slightly and giving her a faint glance.

Ayuan feels more and more that her immediate superior deserves a good beating. Apart from being good-looking, having delicate hands, and cooking delicious food, there is really nothing else to commend.

Ah Yuan swept over the corpses on the ground that had not yet been thoroughly inspected, and said with a bitter smile, "So... can we close the case?"

Imitating the essence of the Linghe marrow with Linghe blood, it could have killed Zhu Shi without anyone knowing. Even if the Zhu family reported it to the officials, most of them would think that Zhu Shi died from an overdose of medicine. Who would suspect him? The fake medicine under Zhu Jifei's pillow was naturally placed by him, so that once the cause of death was discovered, the blame could be shifted to the second son of the Zhu family. Unexpectedly, we carefully investigated the case and had suspicions about him. He couldn't escape from it, so he came back here and used the precious medicinal materials he had worked hard to obtain to commit suicide!

Knowing the evening, he opened the medicine cabinet by the wall and looked at the neatly arranged medicine jars and bottles inside, saying, "Would he take the wrong medicine?"

The young man smiled and said, "The law? In this chaotic world, how much does the law cost per catty? As for me, why should I get involved in a case of the royal family being murdered in front of my wealthy and idle self? Just because..."

Since there are doubts about Lingyou's death, the materials used for refining medicine may not necessarily come from the Zhu family. For example, arsenic, which is highly toxic, is restricted for purchase in pharmacies. Also, precious ingredients like Lao Shan ginseng are not affordable for ordinary people. Qinhe cannot compare to the prosperity of Bianliang. If someone made a purchase, the shop owner would surely remember.

Jing Zhewan smiled, "First of all, he may not understand medicine, but he must understand drugs. He won't even fail to distinguish the smell of different pills. He may take the wrong one, but he won't take the wrong dose. Secondly, he often comes back, but he always pays attention to hiding his whereabouts and has never been seen by anyone."

Aluan lowered his head and looked at the corpse on the ground, "Cause of death? It doesn't seem like the usual poisoning."

Moreover, the replaced Linghe marrow is nowhere to be found, and the Linghe blood taken three times before has not been completely used up. The medicine that caused Ling Youzhi's death has also not been discovered...

Unfortunately, she was taken out of the kitchen early this morning by Jing Zhiwan, without having the chance to bring along Little Deer and Little Bad. Otherwise, we could have asked Little Deer if she had studied medicine before.

After dozing off several times, my hair was singed by the fire under the stove, and hundreds of strands were burnt. Finally, Jingci's meal is ready.

At dusk, the chef stood by and earnestly cooked two meals for the guests.

After making up his mind, A Yuan felt relaxed and slept comfortably that night.

Li Fei patted his shoulder and said, "Then you should go back and take a look. If both of you brothers are not at home wearing mourning clothes, your father will be even more restless in the afterlife."

Under exhaustion, she had completely forgotten Jing Zhiwan's superb cooking skills.

The widow, with tears in her eyes, swayed to prove her innocence. Ling You absolutely does not want to kill or commit suicide. He plans to make a fortune at the Zhu family and lead her to a worry-free life...

The landlord said, "Although he rents two ear rooms in my house, he is having a great time with a widow in Jinli Lane, and he likes to go to those improper places. He doesn't come back often. He didn't even pay the rent last winter. I was going to take back the house, but unexpectedly Lingyou came back before the end of the year. Not only did he pay the rent, but he also prepaid half a year's rent."

Zhu Jifei said, "How could my elder brother and I have been living together in the yamen these past two days? It's impossible for us to be in two places at once and plot against Lingyou."

As for her fiancé, if he is indeed Jing Zhiwan, let him continue to be his historian here; if not, if Duanhou is really as rumored, seriously ill, she can quietly avoid him when she acts.

Li Fei pondered: "The death of Ling You naturally does not require him to personally take action."

He smiled and spoke gently, his last sentence suddenly turned cold, cutting through the air like ice and emanating a chilling aura.

Li Fei walked to the back and looked at the faint footprints on the window sill. Surprisingly, he nodded and said, "It's not impossible. He came back through the window in the middle of the night without even alerting the landlord. It's not strange to mistakenly grab the wrong medicine in the dark."

The little deer was left in the yamen for a day. The next day, no matter what, it must faithfully follow and protect its young lady. So it ran all day and returned to the yamen at night, holding its blistered feet and almost crying.

With the foundation of Yiling's seclusion, those precious medicinal materials must have been obtained by extorting or deceiving the Zhu family. He paid half a year's rent, not because he had too much money to spend, but because he had made up his mind to store his treasures in this shabby place. Even if thieves wanted to steal, they wouldn't choose such a dilapidated place, let alone target medicinal materials that ordinary people don't understand.

Instead of the current refreshing and crisp appearance, which even reveals a clear and spiritual beauty in the eyebrows and eyes, every movement and gesture exudes a bright and transparent aura that brings peace and tranquility to the heart, completely different from the delicate and charming posture of the past, which was born from a noble family.

Ayuan looked at the rusty lock and the dusty doors and windows, "Hasn't anyone lived here recently?"

Mo Beiyun...

Ayuan's face turned red, he glared at him, and silently walked out of that dilapidated courtyard.

The prison warden wiped his sweat and said, "This man was not originally from our area. He fled from the south two years ago and because he had some medical skills, we allowed him to rent a house here. However, he did not stay here for long. Recently, I heard that he was invited to live in the residence of Lord Zhu for a long time!"

Fu Manqing wanted to laugh, but when faced with his bright smile, his facial muscles seemed to freeze and couldn't squeeze out a smile for a long time. He finally managed to say hoarsely, "How dare you? Is there still any law? Besides, Prince Xiaohe would never allow someone to bully me like this."

Yes! This should be the old ginseng that he replaced with radishes; and looking at this jar, it is a top-grade lingzhi, probably replaced with mushrooms during alchemy... Ayuan looked at the Lingyou on the ground, not sure if it was pity or disdain. "He went to great lengths to deceive and accumulate these treasures. Can he still take them away now? Oh, what about the blood of the spirit crane?"

Li Fei laughed, "This is not difficult to guess, naturally it is because he used up the fake Linghe Marrow that he refined! Yes, yes, yes, the only person who could have refined fake medicine is him! He is the murderer!"

The distinguished guest turned around, only to see a young man in his twenties with handsome features and graceful manners. His peach blossom eyes were filled with a charming and alluring charm, like a cat's leisurely and coquettish gaze. Wherever he went, it seemed as if he could bring forth a blooming of flowers from ten thousand trees.

The pain in the deer's feet resurfaced, and it nodded busily, saying, "As long as it is for Miss, I am willing to die a thousand deaths!"

Could it be that Lady Yuan has already noticed something?

Ayuan's mind was inexplicably chaotic. Seeing the scenery, he knew it was getting late, so he walked over and spoke to the constable. Suddenly, she shouted loudly, "Jing Ci!"

For the first time, Jing Ci took a sip and asked, "Is the cook not at home?"

He did not continue speaking, shook his head with a sigh and put the Suixin Pill into his own arms, then turned around and walked out.

Before falling ill, Yuanqing was elegant, noble, and refined. She excelled in poetry and painting, and her embroidery skills were unparalleled in the world. She was also known for her carefree and indulgent lifestyle, particularly her fondness for young and handsome men. However, after falling ill, A Yuan was repeatedly astonished and overwhelmed by the attentive service of the beautiful young men. She would flee from the capital in embarrassment, with her head held low and scurrying like a frightened mouse. She could write beautifully, but when it came to composing poetry, no matter how hard she racked her brains, it seemed easier and more enjoyable to wield a sword and strike someone. As for embroidery, she had some skill, but merely holding a needle made her feel as if it were worth a fortune. She couldn't fathom how she had embroidered that painting of a short-lived husband and the empire he won for her. She could write beautifully, but when it came to composing poetry, no matter how hard she racked her brains, it seemed easier and more enjoyable to wield a sword and strike someone. As for embroidery, she had some skill, but merely holding a needle made her feel as if it were worth a fortune. She couldn't fathom how she had embroidered that painting of a short-lived husband and the empire he won for her.

Scenery glanced at her and finished eating without saying a word.

The most important thing is to quickly close the case.

The next day, feeling extremely hungry in the evening, I couldn't bear it, and when I walked out of the door, I was taken directly to the kitchen by the maid.

Jing Yi watched from the side, couldn't help but sigh, and whispered to A Yuan, "It seems that the Zhu family still relies on their second son. If Zhu Hui Fei, that incompetent fool, can achieve something, then pigs can really fly!"

As long as there are no objections from the superiors and subordinates regarding this case, the naturalization of a major case will be considered a great achievement, which will be greatly beneficial for both oneself and others. It's possible that one may gain recognition from superiors and subsequently advance in rank and become wealthy, leading to a bright future...

A small courtyard in the east of the city, where the fallen leaves of the parasol trees from the previous year roll in the corners of the walls. Even in spring, there is a slight chill in the air.

Where is Zhu Huifei?

Compared to Jing Zhiwan, A Yuan is undoubtedly considered foolish.

The royal family members were murdered, which is a major case; solving the case within one or two days would be a great achievement.

Li Fei dare not accept, and is in a dilemma: "Jing Dian Shi repeatedly said that Ling You was invited to the mansion by Zhu Hui Fei. Yesterday, it was discovered that someone from the Zhu family had bought several medicinal herbs from a pharmacy, which are essential ingredients for refining Xianhe marrow. Ling You died violently, who else could be the scapegoat? After careful consideration, Zhu Hui Fei has the highest suspicion. Unfortunately, the assistant who sold the medicine took leave and returned to his hometown these past two days. Otherwise, if he could go to the Zhu family and identify that servant, the case would likely be solved quickly."

Fu Manqing shivered and nodded hastily without considering the deeper meaning of his words.

Ayuan recovered from his initial shock and began to suspect the sudden massacre outside the capital.

What's even worse is that since then, Jing seems to have fallen in love with cooking, and he is as picky as ever: when he cooks, she must tend the fire, and she will be ridiculed for not controlling the heat well enough.

Okay, being her boss should be more than enough, whether it's solving cases or cooking skills.

Zhu Jifei, upon hearing this, looked back and forth towards the direction where his older brother was being detained, and finally turned back with three hesitant steps.

Seeing Zhu Jifei standing next to him, he said, "You should go back and help your mother handle your father's funeral affairs."

Miss, look at how my shoes are too big! Why does he, a low-ranking official, get to sit on the sedan chair and command this and that, and even order you to inspect medicinal herbs? What kind of man is he? Disgusting!

He casually buttoned up his loose robe, patted Fu Manqing's hand, "Don't ask me first. I'm only asking you, how did you provoke the two of them?"

Li Fei rubbed his hands. "He was afraid of being discovered, so he didn't turn on the lights. He rarely came back, and the medicine cabinet was filled with bottles of similar sizes. It was natural to make mistakes in such a busy and chaotic situation."

She wanted to show her senior brother that she was not useless, but she ended up being compared and found even more useless.

When I came to my senses, Jing Zhi had already gone far away.

But Little Deer is unlikely to answer this question. Shortly after leaving the capital with Little Deer, she realized that although Little Deer was one of the personal maidservants of the original family's young lady, she was clumsy and careless in her actions. It is really doubtful how much she truly understands about her own young lady.

Chu Niang whispered, "Yesterday, the young lady locked herself in the room. The young master came over and asked me about cooking techniques. He also read books all night long. The dishes he made were surprisingly delicious."

On the second day, under Jing Zhiwan's insistence, the eldest son of the Zhu family, Zhu Huifei, was officially put under house arrest, and he was unable to bring in the secret play map that he had been longing for.

Um... Ah Yuan couldn't help but walk up to the bronze mirror and carefully examine his own face. Finally, he said, "Actually, I don't understand either. But I am indeed your young miss, right?"

Moreover, he never gave her such a gentle and affectionate smile.

Li Fei shivered twice, unable to imagine how this gentle and weak young man could have such a poisonous gaze. He quietly folded up the case file and tucked it into his sleeve, cleared his throat, and said in an official tone, "In that case, this case must be thoroughly investigated! We will never wrong a good person, nor let a murderer go free! Jing Dianshi is talented and wise, and this case will be handed over to him for full authority to handle! However, as it involves the royal family, the news has already been sent to the court. We must not delay, and the real culprit must be found within one or two days!" Jing Dianshi is talented and wise, and this case will be handed over to him for full authority to handle! However, as it involves the royal family, the news has already been sent to the court. We must not delay, and the real culprit must be found within one or two days!

Meanwhile, Jingzhi still sat on the sedan chair in the evening, and continued to go to the medical clinic with A Yuan and others to investigate the clues.

Archer Yuan said, "It's a pity... If only she had taken her medication, she would have been very interested in Master Dianshi!"

Perhaps she should consider other options.

Ayuan is more troubled by the beautiful young men who serve her, as well as the seriously ill husband who is about to marry her, and she has not paid much attention to this completely unfamiliar mother. It wasn't until she fled the capital that she felt that the former lady was somewhat unusual.

Scene knowledge late inquiry: "Looking for what?"

Given Miss's character, if it's said that she understands the kind of medicine that refines and purifies, she would believe it.

A slight teasing, a slight disdain, rarely does that voice sound so clear and pleasant, making her hear a hint of indulgence.

I originally wanted to settle down by the Qin River. Although I don't have immense wealth and glory, I don't have to face the chaotic life of being surrounded by handsome men and indulging in a promiscuous lifestyle. I am well-fed and worry-free, free and at ease, quite content. But now, with the arrival of this troublesome boss, it seems like my good days are over.

Li Fei, a seventh-rank county magistrate, embodies both the tolerance and gentleness of a civil official, as well as the indecisiveness and timidity. Faced with the sudden appearance of a case involving the murder of a member of the imperial family within his jurisdiction, he naturally hopes to quickly find the culprit and close the case. Even if there are lingering doubts, there may be intentional or unintentional oversights.

The scenery around me, the most beautiful will not be the sleeping evening, and the one who gets the moon first on the waterside pavilion will not be the sleeping evening.

Later, one evening, it was said that guests had arrived. Jing Ci personally went to the kitchen to cook. When she hurriedly went to be a kitchen maid, she heard the crisp sound of silver bells from inside the kitchen, accompanied by the coquettish laughter of a young girl.

Later ... ....

As for the idea of "borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul," A Yuan wanted to believe it, but couldn't.

Scenic knowledge of the late road: "Didn't you just ask about the possible landing place of Lingyou? Look it up in the past!"

However, why did she think of his culinary skills again? What does his culinary skills have to do with her?

Jing Ci called out twice to her, but seeing that she ignored him, he stopped paying attention to her.

Jing Zhiwan has never made any judgments about who the murderer is from the beginning. Instead, he invited the famous doctor Zuo Yanxi to identify the ingredients of the true and false Linghe marrow, and confirmed that the two ingredients are similar, with only slight modifications during the refining process, turning the nourishing medicine into a deadly weapon.

Ayuan leaned against the wall, holding the broken Dust Sword. He furrowed his brows slightly, pondering, but did not answer for a moment.

As Fu Manqing watched him leave, she thought about how difficult it was to meet such a noble person with such a good temperament, appearance, and family background. She had worked hard for the past two days but had failed to catch him. She couldn't help but feel sad and embarrassed, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

The face stained with dusk turned red, murmuring, "Can't you feel my heartfelt intentions?"

Young and handsome, intelligent and elegant, deeply favored by the Empress Dowager and appreciated by the Emperor, he is the perfect candidate to inherit the title of Marquis He. Therefore, he is known as the Young Marquis He. This young man has a bright future ahead of him, but he happens to be fond of associating with the notorious Miss Yuan Qingli from the Yuan family. Although Yuan Qingli has a somewhat promiscuous reputation, she comes from a noble family. If she is willing to settle down and become his wife, it could be a good match.

Only then did Jing realize that it was actually a pretext for him to secretly track and monitor Zhu Jifei and others under the guise of surveying, and he dared not delay any longer, so he hurriedly set off.

The changes before and after getting sick are indeed quite significant, so much so that she herself inexplicably feels a little guilty. After coughing twice, she said, "It's not a big deal... Besides me, it seems that no one in our yamen understands the medicinal herbs he wants to check."

Ah Yuan looked at his thin and weak figure, showing signs of illness, and said with a smile, "If Jing Dianshi doesn't mind the fatigue, then I will naturally accompany you!"

Ayuan was knocked a little dizzy. In a daze, the sunlight scattered into his eyes as if it were crushed, bringing an inexplicable warmth and sting.

Ayuan glanced at him, but had nothing to say in response.

It is possible for a living person to be injured or experience a strong stimulus, and it is possible to lose memory. But what "soul" occupies the body, surely it cannot have no memory, right? However, when she woke up, she was like a blank sheet of paper, clean as if everything had been emptied out, and she couldn't remember anything.

Fu Manqing lowered her eyelashes, using only the corner of her eye to bring about a hint of coyness and embarrassment. She peered at his expression with a sense of grievance, "Didn't Young Master He just hear? It seems that Lord Zhu died under mysterious circumstances. They suspect the hidden motives of the Zhu family, and perhaps even suspect the eldest son of the Zhu family. Unfortunately, both of them keep coming to me, burdening me with their interrogations early in the morning..."

景知晚道: "Unfortunately... even if she takes more medicine, she won't be interested in you!"

The little deer nodded and said, "Of course! I've been with the young lady for so long, could I still mistake someone else for her? Even if I did make a mistake, could Madam mistake her own daughter? It's clearly her face, even her voice hasn't changed... Hmm, although the voice hasn't changed, it seems like the speaking speed wasn't this fast before, and the voice used to be soft and gentle..."

The landlord said, "Perhaps he has come back before, but I, being careless, did not notice. For example, this time... this time... I have no idea when he came back."

The death of Ling You is full of doubts. Not to mention that the motive for murder is somewhat far-fetched, even with the help of replacing the pills and framing Zhu Er Gongzi, it is not necessarily achievable by his own efforts alone. Just looking at the current scene, there is simply no evidence of any gold or stone medicine that could have caused Ling You's death, and even the container for the medicine has not been found. Moreover, when Ling You was on the verge of death, he made a motion to take a bowl and drink water, and he drank the water that was poured out completely, which does not seem like someone who wanted to die.

If it were in the past, A Yuan would have gone up to remind them, but now with the superior Jing Dianshi present, she naturally should not overstep her bounds and can also test the true abilities of this Dianshi. Although Dianshi is an insignificant official, he should not rely on his good looks or culinary skills to sit idly and enjoy the fruits of others' labor without contributing.

He patted her face, and the phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. There was a casual teasing in his deep voice, "You have me, that's enough!"

Ms. Fu Manqing saw him preparing to pull out the bottle stopper, and her floral expression faded. Just as she was about to stop him, the young man stopped and sighed, "But Zhu Huifei's original intention is not bad. True satisfaction lies in being sincerely treated by the one you care about... Whether it works or not, I'll give it a try first! Anyway..."

The little deer nodded and said, "Okay!"

Translation:Jing Zhiwan Road: "No need to search. I have searched and there is none."

A Yuan looked at his own feet, but he couldn't feel any soreness.

... ...

She really doesn't look like a noble lady. Despite all the physical exertion throughout the day, she can still ride horses, wield swords, and catch thieves. She is ten times stronger than the maids of the noble family.

Upon hearing this, Li Fei did not dare to be negligent and had already brought the constables, Jing Yi and others to rush over. After careful examination of the body, the constable reported: "The deceased was about thirty years old, six feet and three inches tall, with hair one foot and six inches long. He was slightly bald and had no obvious injuries on his body. His nails were black, and the time of death was estimated to be between midnight and the early hours of the morning."

Although it was a task assigned by Jing Zhiwanling, as his subordinate, A Yuan was also in trouble and could not escape. On the second day, he and Jing Yi and others were taken to various medical clinics and pharmacies for investigation, and he could no longer go to the teahouse to listen to books and drink tea.

The lock of the atrium was smashed open. There was a middle-aged man with a short and stout body lying on the ground, with a dark green complexion and half-opened eyes. He had already died. There was an empty bowl for holding water beside his hand, but there was no water stain on the ground.

The relationship between Mrs. Yuan and Yuan Qingli and her daughter does not seem to be very harmonious. Perhaps this is because the young and beautiful daughter attracts more attention, making her somewhat discordant in certain aspects. However, when Ayuan woke up, Mrs. Yuan's swollen eyes from grief and worry were genuine. She discovered that her daughter also had many worries after losing her memory. She tried every means to seek medical treatment, almost staying by her side day and night, speaking gently and trying to evoke her daughter's lost memories. When Ayuan woke up, Mrs. Yuan's swollen eyes from grief and worry were genuine. She discovered that her daughter also had many worries after losing her memory. She tried every means to seek medical treatment, almost staying by her side day and night, speaking gently and trying to evoke her daughter's lost memories.

Now, Fu Manqing is also a pity.

Zhu Huifei watched as the Mysterious Play Picture drifted further and further away from him. He naturally pounded his chest and stomped his feet, wailing incessantly. He almost publicly blamed Li Fei for his heartlessness, even though he had returned the Mysterious Play Picture to him with such harsh treatment.

On the topic of talent and knowledge, I am not as good as my senior brother. Originally, there was nothing to be ashamed of. But as I lay in bed at night, I thought that at the very least, a girl should learn the things she ought to do. It seems that I lack talent in sewing and embroidery, so I will continue to learn cooking and preparing meals! At least, something made with my own hands will be appreciated.

She is not even worthy of mentioning his name.

Ah Yuan held the Broken Dust Sword, looking at his solitary and thin figure. "If you are the county magistrate, you have the final say. If you are not the county magistrate... well, you still have the final say!"

Fu Manqing couldn't sit still anymore, and with a coquettish tone, she called out and stood up to tug at the sleeve of the distinguished guest.

The little deer finally became a bit confused. She ran over and rubbed Ah Yuan's face, whispering, "Could it be... my former mistress has been murdered? Are you... possessing her body?"

At the moment when she silently pondered, the young man had already left the building.

Fu Manqing adjusted her dress and combed her black hair repeatedly, sitting gracefully at the table, waiting quietly for her distinguished guest's attention. However, she was sweating profusely in her palms, while the gaze of the guest remained fixed on the street corner, even though the two had already walked far away and could no longer be seen. He still kept his eyes on the direction they left.

Second time, Jing Ci still took a bite, glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, "What should I do if I don't like the food you cook?"