The Delicate Lady Coroner Chapter 161: Eight Treasures Makeup 15

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Chapter 161 Eight Treasures Makeup 15

Lin Zhao returned to the Lin Mansion in despair. When he reached the main courtyard, he hesitated to enter the house, but did not want to meet Mr. Chu walking out. Seeing that he looked wrong, he hurriedly greeted him, "Zhao'er, what's wrong with you? ?"

Lin Zhao was about to speak but hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but said: "Mother, what kind of woman do you think Marquis Wu Zhao would marry with his status?"

Ms. Chu didn’t understand why Lin Zhao suddenly cared about Huo Weilou. She pondered for a while and then said: "Your Majesty wanted to arrange a marriage for the Marquis before. It seems that he has taken a fancy to the young lady from General Zhenguo's family. Why do you ask? ”

Lin Zhao's heart sank when he heard this, and his eyes flashed, "You said before that you wanted to look after your husband's family for your second sister? Do you have anyone to look after?"

Hearing Lin Zhao ask about Bao Ruoyou, Mrs. Chu's eyes lit up, "Zhao'er, why are you asking this again?" She rolled her eyes in surprise, "You don't want Youyou to marry Wu Zhao The Marquis Mansion, right?"

Lin Zhao's mouth was bitter and unspeakable, but Mrs. Chu was completely wrong, "How is this possible? Not to mention that the Bo family has lost power now, Youyou is working for a widower in the government office, and the widower is a lowly servant. This is absolutely impossible."

Mrs. Chu sighed as she spoke, "You think like this because you feel guilty towards her, right? But you know Wu Zhaohou's identity, and your thoughts are too unrealistic, and she was in the Yamen one day If you work for a widow, it will be difficult to find a good family. Even for the sake of the Lin family, you can probably only find an ordinary official."

Lin Zhao's face became more and more serious when he heard this. Mrs. Chu looked at him for a moment and suddenly asked: "Zhao'er, do you like Youyou?"

Lin Zhao's eyes trembled slightly, and he hesitated for a moment without answering. Mrs. Chu's eyes tightened, "Zhao'er, if you are willing, my father and I will not object-"

Lin Zhao turned sideways and said: "But mother said that the second sister was a liar..."

Mrs. Chu raised her lips and said, "She can't be a married woman for the rest of her life. What I just said is just the trade-off that ordinary people have when talking about marriage. You also know how officials in aristocratic families in the capital discuss marriage. It's just that I and I Your father also feels a little guilty about Youyou, and if you like Zhaoer, it will be the most rare thing."

Like is the most rare thing. Lin Zhao thought of the scene when Bao Ruoyou ran to Huo Weilou's carriage just now. He closed his eyes and shook his head, "I didn't think so. What's more, I was engaged to Yi Xian in the past, and now she is the second sister. It is said that It’s really not nice to go out.”

Ms. Chu was a little embarrassed. She and Lin Huai were a young couple, and they were considered to be in love when they got married. Now that Lin Zhao is about to get married, she naturally hopes that Lin Zhao will choose someone she likes. Lin Zhao and Bo Yixian grew up together in the past, and they also agree with this very much. Regarding the marriage, she only thought that Lin Zhao loved Bo Yixian, but in the end he was just following his parents' orders.

The Chu family knew Lin Zhao very well. He was the best disciple of the Emperor taught by the Imperial Academy. He respected his teachers, respected himself, and was a model of a noble son. He never disobeyed his parents. The Chu family could no longer treat him. Satisfied, but the more pleased he was, the more he wanted to make Lin Zhao's marriage a harmonious one without leaving any regrets.

She saw that Lin Zhao was not completely unmoved, "Zhao'er, have you thought about it?"

Lin Zhao clenched his fists in his sleeves. He didn’t dare to look at Mrs. Chu for a moment. Many considerations were overturning in his heart. He didn’t know how to answer. From beginning to end, he only looked at Bo Ruoyou from a distance, and today he saw In that scene, Bo Ruoyou was clearly willing.

How can Bao Ruoyou be a concubine?

"I...I have thought about it..." Lin Zhao breathed out with difficulty, "If mother feels guilty, she might as well discuss it with Uncle Cheng and choose a good match for her second sister." He finished speaking. : "Hurry up. It's best for my mother to mention this to Uncle Cheng the next time he sees a doctor for my mother."

Ms. Chu was very puzzled. She didn’t know why Lin Zhao was so anxious to let her see Bao Ruoyou’s marriage. But Lin Zhao didn’t say anything more and soon said goodbye to Mrs. Chu. “Mother, you must do your best. It’s cold, please go inside and rest.”

After he finished speaking, he left, but he felt sour in his heart. Over the years, he had taken every step according to everyone's expectations, and he had achieved his current career without fighting for it. But now it was his turn to make a choice for himself, and he couldn't find the courage to do so. Any courage.

……

The next morning, Bo Ruoyou arrived at the Yamen early again. As soon as she walked to the door of the inner treasury, she saw someone coming earlier than her.

It was Hu Changqing who was standing in front of the cabinet with two clerks.

She walked in the door. Hu Changqing turned around and looked over. When he saw her coming, a trace of uneasiness flashed on his face, but he still stepped forward seriously and bowed, "Miss Bo——"

Bo Ruoyou took half a step back and asked, "What is Hu Zuo doing?"

Hu Changqing was stunned, "I was poisoned at home that day, and it was the girl and the headman who came to rescue me. Later in the camp, it was the girl's adoptive father's prescription that helped me and other patients detoxify. ... I used to be disrespectful to girls, and I should apologize today."

Hu Changqing has recovered from his illness now, and his mentality has changed greatly. He changed his previous acrimonious attitude and apologized to her seriously. Bo Ruoyou was not a grudge person, so he said: "It's nothing, I didn't take it to heart. ”

Hu Changqing seemed to be relieved, pointing to a few gaps in the cabinet and said: "According to the arrester's order, we have re-read the files from the 18th year of Jianhe, but still found nothing -"

Bo Ruoyou pondered for a moment, "I still have to go forward. After all, it happened more than ten years ago. It is very common to lose track of the time. The fire hurt people's lives. It is not a trivial matter and cannot be lost easily."

Hu Changqing responded, while taking down the files from the cabinet, he said: "Three people died in this murder case, and each time it was foreshadowed by the killing of birds. I also heard from the head catcher that the birds in the garden They are very intelligent, so I am wondering if the murderer knows how to tame birds?"

Bo Ruoyou nodded, "I have thought about it too, but there are only four masters of bird training in the park. After arrest and questioning, they found that they had no enmity with the three deceased people, and there were witnesses around them. It was not Murderer."

"The three deceased persons and the other two persons were members of the Zhao family class together in the early years, and all human life cases are nothing more than love, money, or hatred. This time the murderer's murder method was strange and meant to punish. In my opinion, it's more like revenge."

After saying that, Bao Ruoyou carried the file and went to the desk, "It was because of revenge, and the people who died were all members of the Zhao family's class. If we can find people who were still alive in the Zhao family's class, maybe we can Know the reason why the murderer killed."

She put the file on the table and said, "Maybe the murderer is the person who survived the Zhao family class."

Hu Changqing sat opposite her, and soon there was the sound of turning books in the room. Several people checked the files until they saw Wu Xiang came back from outside sweating profusely after noon. Finding nothing from the file, he went to the coffin shop in the city.

"The coffin nails are all brand new, but the patterns are ordinary. After asking around, there are many people who have bought coffin nails in the past two months. I am now checking carefully, but it will take a little time."

If ordinary people have an elderly person at home, they will probably prepare a coffin early. Unless someone dies suddenly, they will also buy a new coffin. In this case, there are not many people who buy coffin nails alone, and tracing them is still a needle in a haystack.

Bo Ruoyou's heart was heavy. Wu Xiang saw that they were still reading the files, so he bluntly said that he did not want to suffer this pain, and asked them to continue looking for records from that year, while he took people to the city to visit.

The sun was setting in the west, and even Hu Changqing and the others could not sit still. However, Bo Ruoyou seemed to be in trance and did not move. She has always had more extraordinary resilience than ordinary people in such boring things. Hu Changqing looked on. , secretly admired in my heart.

Just when his eyes were sore and his back was sore and he wanted to slip out of the door and relax for a while, he suddenly saw Bo Ruoyou frowning.

She leaned down slightly and looked at the current page of the book more carefully. After a few breaths, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, "On the fifth day of March in the seventeenth year of Jianhe, Liu'er Lane in the south of the city was full There was a fire in the theater troupe, and a total of five people died, two old and three young, including the leader surnamed Zhao, and three more people were seriously injured. The arsonist was never found in the case. It was inferred that the fire was caused by the overheating and spontaneous combustion of phosphorus stone used in the tricks, and it was later dropped. ."

Hu Changqing came forward in two steps. Several civil servants also looked excited and gathered around Bo Ruoyou. They checked more than a hundred files day and night, but they did not expect that the old master was really wrong. In time, the fire actually occurred in the seventeenth year of Jianhe.

Hu Changqing asked anxiously: "What next?"

"There were only eight members of the troupe left at that time. Five of them died due to the fire, and their faces were difficult to identify. After an autopsy, it was found that two of them were not married to the troupe leader. They were all over the age of 10, and the other three were all Apprentices in the troupe, the three injured, two are apprentices, and one is the juggler master in the troupe."

"All apprentices are orphans without fathers and mothers. There is no record of their place of origin. Only the juggler's surname is Qian, and he is from the capital——"

Bao Ruoyou turned the page and his pupils suddenly tightened, "He is from Qianjia Town, a suburb of Beijing."

After Bo Ruoyou finished speaking, he handed the volume to Hu Changqing. Hu Changqing hurriedly looked at it carefully, but there was only the record of what Bo Ruoyou said. He frowned and said: "But after so many years, he will return to his hometown. Want to go?"

The case file does not record the subsequent whereabouts of the survivor. However, Master Qian was already in his thirties and was seriously injured. If he did not go home, where else could he go?

Bo Ruoyou said with bright eyes: "I will definitely go back to my hometown. Even if I am no longer in Qianjia Town, there must still be people from my old clan there. Send someone to find the head catcher quickly -"

……

Wu Xiang came back quickly and saw a mountain of files piled up on the table in the house. Bo Ruoyou had actually found the records of the case files. She was immediately happy when she heard the words Qianjia Town. , even more excited.

"I know this place. I've been there before. It's half a day's journey from the capital. Many people in the town are working in the capital to make a living. I'll set off right away! I'll try to find out tonight! People from the village come to the city to make a living. There are many, but juggling is not common. As long as he is still alive, I will definitely be able to find him."

Wu Xiang has always been on errands and is not afraid of hard work. Bo Ruoyou also hopes that his trip will go well. When Wu Xiang and his troops leave the city at dusk, Bo Ruoyou returns home in a carriage.

As soon as the carriage entered the long street in front of Cheng's house, Zhou Liang called out softly, "Miss, we have a visitor——"

Bo Ruoyou raised his eyebrows slightly, lifted the curtain and looked out towards the door of his house. When he looked, he saw two teams of Chinese servants and two carriages standing at the door of Cheng's house. Changshoufang was originally a gathering place for dignitaries. Due to such momentum, many houses around them opened their doors and looked towards Cheng Zhai. Bo Ruoyou suddenly felt his heart beat hard.

Zhou Liang couldn't recognize it, but she saw at a glance that these attendants were all wearing crow-green robes with wide sleeves and right lapels. Each of them had their hair **** on top, looking at their eyes, nose and heart, respectfully. Standing outside the door, they did not look like ordinary official servants. When the carriage came closer, you could find that each of them had pale faces and beardless faces, and they had a familiar look, and he immediately guessed where they were coming from.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

The carriage finally stopped in front of Cheng's house. The door was ajar and there were low voices inside. Bao Ruoyou pushed the door open and walked in. He first saw Aunt Liang waiting at the door in fear. When she saw her return, he immediately greeted her. Come up.

"Miss, someone is coming from the palace."

Bao Ruoyou was not surprised. He calmed down and asked, "Who is he?"

Aunt Liang whispered: "Master calls him Mr. Fu."

Bao Ruoyou felt confident. When she turned around the screen wall, in the dim dusk, she saw a white-haired old man wearing a crimson round-neck robe. Cheng Yunzhi was talking behind the old man when he heard footsteps. He turned around with Cheng Yunzhi and soon, he said with a high-pitched smile: "Is this your beloved?"

"Exactly." Cheng Yunzhi faded his smile where the old man couldn't see him, and looked at Bo Ruoyou with a warning look, "Youyou, come here and see Mr. Fu."

Bo Ruoyou frowned and quickly stepped forward to the God of Fortune, "The daughter of the people pays homage to the Master of Fortune."

Fuquan looked at her with a smile, his eyes were kinder than Cheng Yunzhi's, "Young lady came back so late, but the Yamen is very busy?"

Bo Ruoyou said without raising his head: "There is an unsolved murder case, so I went to help with some chores."

Fuquan then said: "Get up, no need to be polite."

As soon as Bao Ruoyou stood up straight, he heard Fuquan say gently: "Girl, go change your clothes. His Majesty wants to see you. Our family will take you to the palace to see the saint. You came back late. It's not sunny right now." It’s almost dark, Your Majesty, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait too long.”

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't help but exclaimed: "Mr. Fu, how could this happen?"

Fuquan didn't even look at him, he still looked at Bo Ruoyou, the curve of his lips seemed to remain unchanged, "Your Majesty wants to see what the girl Ling Marquis wants to marry looks like."

Cheng Yunzhi was a little anxious, "But——"

"Father, it's okay." Bo Ruoyou comforted him, and then said to Fuquan: "Father, please go and change clothes later."

Fuquan seemed very satisfied and asked her to leave with a smile.

Bao Ruoyou quickly returned to her boudoir. She quickly found a dress that was more elegant. Although her fingertips were trembling slightly while changing, her movements did not slow down at all. Within a moment, she quickly returned. Courtyard.

" Please, girl——"

Cheng Yun sweated on his face anxiously, Bo Ruoyou said goodbye to him with comforting eyes, turned around and walked out the door, Fuquan followed him out, pointed to a carriage behind, "Don't worry, girl, I will send you off later." Coming back."

Bo Ruoyou responded, and when he got on the carriage and lowered the curtain, he felt his heart beat like a drum.

Entering the palace to meet a saint was something she had never experienced before, and the emperor was very suspicious of Huo Weilou. She didn't know what was waiting for her during this trip, but she knew that marrying Huo Weilou would be a big deal. Maybe it's just the first level.

The night came quietly, and a crescent moon climbed into the sky. The moonlight in late autumn and early winter was cold and biting. She sat upright in the carriage. For fear of being rude, she did not even dare to lift the curtains, and the wheels rolled. The sound was drowned in the crowd of people on the Royal Street at first, but as she approached the palace gate, the bustle and bustle faded away, and the sound of rumbling fell on her heart deep and heavy.

When the carriage stopped at the palace gate, Bo Ruoyou felt a chill down his spine and a thin layer of sweat on his palms. When he got off the carriage, he raised his eyes and saw the majestic palace. The cold majesty of the Tian family oppressed him. Come, her breathing became lighter.

"You are not allowed to ride in carriages or horses when entering the palace. The girl must enter the inner hall with our family."

Fuquan smiled kindly, but Bo Ruoyou didn't feel any warmth at all. She responded calmly and followed Fuquan into the palace gate.

Passing through the dark city gate, the white stone floor tiles of the imperial city were cold and hard. The palace road was long and narrow, but the palace wall stood tall and blocked most of her sight. Her eyes fell on the place two steps in front of her. Go and look around.

The attendant held on to the palace lantern, and her footsteps were thin and silent. She entered the two ceremonial gates, and she felt that she didn't know when the palace road would end. She met countless palace people along the way, but she never heard any sound. The palace was grand and noble, but it was so quiet that it made people feel panicked. The faces with downcast eyebrows were dull and lifeless, and inexplicable tension settled in her heart.

"Girl, it's coming soon——"

Fuquan's voice suddenly sounded. Even though Bo Ruoyou was calm, she felt her heart skip a beat. She raised her eyes and saw a dimly lit palace not far ahead, crawling like a monster in the night.

Her knuckles clasped in front of her suddenly tightened, and her heartstrings tightened more than ever before. She knew that the emperor of Zhou Dynasty was in this palace, and the emperor's mind was more powerful than any murderous case. It’s all hard to predict.

Her back began to stiffen, and she unconsciously held her breath until some cold, dull pain arose in her chest. She gritted her teeth and straightened her spine, trying to make herself look less panicked.

"Father, wait a minute——"

In the silent night, a shout suddenly sounded.

Fuquan suddenly stopped, and Bo Ruoyou was even stunned for a moment before realizing the familiarity of the voice. Her eyes trembled, and she suddenly turned around and saw a person and a horse approaching quickly.

On the long and dark palace road, Bo Ruoyou recognized Huo Weilou's handsome figure at a glance. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she saw Huo Weilou galloping towards them in full view of the crowd. She dismounted neatly and looked at Fuquan with some dissatisfaction. .

"Your Majesty, this is so unsatisfactory. I have been waiting for many days but there is no order, yet he secretly brings people into the palace for questioning."

Fuquan was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He smiled helplessly and said: "The Marquis rode his horse in the palace without an order. If Your Majesty is unhappy, you can punish the Marquis for his crime." After telling the half truth and half lie, he added Looking at Bo Ruoyou, he said, "His Majesty has decided to grant a marriage, and just wanted to meet Miss Bo. Is the Marquis chasing after her in such a hurry, is he afraid of scaring the girl?"

Huo Wei stepped forward, and the other attendants immediately stepped aside when they saw this. He looked at Bo Ruoyou deeply. Before he came, he had already calmed down Bo Ruoyou, "This is the first time she has entered. The palace is like this, what should I do if I am really frightened?"

His eyes fell on her and did not move away. He walked straight in front of her and stood still, holding Bao Ruoyou's hand without hesitation, "It is true that I should come to see uncle first, but it should be me. Bring her here, she has a gentle temper and can't stand being scared."

Fuquan couldn't help but widen his eyes, as if he didn't recognize Huo Weilou. Seeing that Huo Weilou was so unscrupulous, he held back what he wanted to say. Huo Weilou looked at him at this time and said, "Let's report it first. If you want to see your uncle, you still have to obey the rules."

Fuquan couldn't hold it back, rolled his eyes, and walked quickly towards the palace in front.

Huo Weilou squeezed her wet palm and led her to follow him. He walked a few steps away before turning sideways and said, "This palace is not as good as outside, but I am here, so don't be afraid."

Bao Ruoyou's heartstrings, which had been tense for a long time, relaxed the moment she saw him. At this moment, her cold hands warmed up inch by inch in his palm, and the cold and depressed heart also poured into her heart. Feeling the fresh and hot warmth, she looked at the palace road leading to the imperial palace in front of her. She felt that no matter how far the road was, she could walk with him without fear.

"How did the Marquis know that I entered the palace?" she asked in a low voice.

Huo Weilou spoke in a low voice, "I found out about Fuquan not long after he left the palace. I thought he might have come to the Hou Mansion, but before I sent someone to visit him again, they said he had gone to Changshoufang, so I I guessed what was going on. I rode after him, but I couldn't catch up, so I had to gallop into the palace."

Bo Ruoyou's nervousness all over his body dissipated at this moment. He noticed that there was anger in Huo Weilou's voice, so he tilted his head to look at him, "Will the Marquis be punished by your majesty?"

Huo Weilou looked sideways at her, "No matter what happened in the past, I would never punish him, but if he wants to punish him today, I will admit it."

It was not a trivial matter to grant him a marriage, but Huo Weilou did not expect that Emperor Jianhe would actually see Bo Ruoyou and bring her into the palace so blatantly. Naturally, he would not do anything to her. He just thought that Bao Ruoyou entered alone. In such a huge imperial city, he still had to meet the emperor, so he couldn't rest assured.

Bao Ruoyou held him with her backhand, his knuckles were slightly loose, and soon they were intertwined with hers.

Bo Ruoyou glanced at the attendant not far behind him, and asked softly: "What kind of person is Your Majesty?"

The Imperial Palace was in front of him, but Huo Weilou did not answer her immediately. He thought for a moment before saying: "Your Majesty, that is Your Majesty."

Bao Ruoyou soon realized, yes, the emperor is the emperor, he is the Nine-Five Supreme, the Lord of the World, there is no need to use any words to describe it, she should also understand the meaning of these two words.

Huo Weilou held her hand tighter, "I shouldn't have let you go through this-"

How can an ordinary official clan wedding go through such a scene? Not to mention Bao Ruoyou, even those high-ranking ladies who had entered the palace earlier were suddenly brought into the palace alone as if escorted by a group of palace attendants, and they felt uneasy and fearful at this moment.

The imperial palace was already very close, and the lights poured out from the window lattice, reflecting Bo Ruoyou's clear and determined black eyes. She shook her head slightly, "No, I know what I have to go through to marry the Marquis. I am willing and willing to do so. Not afraid at all."

Huo Weilou's eyes flashed with brilliance. He led her up the imperial steps to the imperial palace. Soon, Fuquan walked out of the palace. The palace door opened from the inside, and Emperor Jianhe's usual gentle voice came from inside. .