V8.Chapter 19

In terms of food and clothing, Huakui Mingyue has countless maids around her, which is no worse than officials, and she hasn't had a quarrel with others recently.

So, what in the end causes a woman who is proud of her life to seek short-sightedness?

Trapped in love?

Evil?

The first guess is that there is some dog blood, but there is a certain possibility.

For Lu Li, he is more inclined to evil spirits. You know, the world is not simple. Even the Royal cat can spit out people's words and serve as the Shaoqing of the fourth grade Dali temple. Isn't it unreasonable to have more things beyond understanding?

However, compared with the floating fragrance of Huakui who died last night, the bright moon wore obscene clothes and was covered with a layer of white silk clothes. She died less fragrant.

Is it a coincidence, or is the murderer deliberately trying to confuse the sight of the government?

Lu Li feels that he can't give up in both directions. It's best to deploy people to investigate at the same time.

At this time, the maidservants who served the moon lady had come out of the attic. They all looked frightened and waited. In particular, they trembled like chaff when they saw the sad appearance of the fake mother Huang liuniang.

In fact, until now, people around them don't understand why the lady killed herself.

"Which of you was the last to meet lady Huakui?" Lu Li looked around at the crowd.

“……”

No one answered, but the four little women looked at each other with an unnatural expression.

One side, Huang liuniang wiped away her tears, her eyes became fierce, and threatened: "this ah Lang comes from Dali temple. If you dare to hide it, be careful to be caught and take a layer of skin from the Yamen!"

The maidservant shivered. If the matter was not found out, the government didn't have to do it. The evil forces in Chang'an would peel their skin off.

Lu Li felt speechless. Before the murder, Huang liuniang affectionately called him Xiao lang. as a result, as soon as the murder happened, he called himself a lang. the speed of turning his face was amazing.

"It's a maid."

Four pale maidservants came out.

Seeing this, Lu Li didn't talk nonsense: "when? What was wrong with the bright moon lady at that time? Tell me in detail."

"About half an hour ago, the maidservants knew that the lady was bathing..."

In the private boudoir, the water vapor curls up.

The bright moon lady sat on the bath bed and abnormally brought a cup of yellow fermented grains wine. Four close maids stood around, watering and wiping her body, and the screen covered the tantalizing spring.

"Why doesn't the lady drink wine today?"

While holding water, a maid looked at the snow-white skin of the moon lady with envy in her eyes.

If in the past, when no distinguished guests came to the door, they would have known to drink a glass of dry rice and wine during the shower, and then go to bed early through the wine, but tonight they were not normal and drank a cup of yellow fermented grains wine with greater aftereffect.

Unfortunately, the gentle moon didn't answer. She drank up the amber yellow fermented grains, and then improvised a teaching music:

"How can you attack books and learn swords? Fighting is like galloping soldiers! Holding six looking guns is like iron. The bright moon cuts the dragon spring three feet. You can admire the army in the past and praise the virtue and ability of Confucianism! The four fortresses suddenly smell the smoke of wolves and ask the Confucianism, who dares to settle the storm?"

"Ask the Confucians, who dares to settle the storm?"

The tune was a little solemn, and asked questions twice in a row. Anyone could see that she was in a bad mood. Therefore, the maidservants hurried back after serving her to change clothes.

Fixed storm?

After listening to the narration, Lu Li fell into deep thought.

Shang women don't know the hatred of subjugation. No matter what turmoil happens at the border, they won't take it to heart. Therefore, it is likely that Mingyue sang this song before her death to satirize the literati.

At this point, Lu Li looked at the body lying on the ground, with bright facial features and no powder. His expression was very calm, as if death was a relief for her.

Is it really an accident

His sight moved away from the body. Lu Li said bluntly, "does your wife have a favorite husband?"

“……”

The maidservants were silent again.

However, Lu Li noticed that several of them raised their eyes and looked at Huang liuniang.

"The deceased is dead. The urgent task is to find out the truth and make clear the snow for the dead. If the case is not closed, the brothel will not be able to open the door to receive guests." Lu Li's tone implied a threat and an official tone.

Hearing the speech, Huang liuniang was stunned first, and then scolded: "have you heard what Lu Ping said? Answer truthfully, and don't hide anything!"

"There should be." a maid hesitated.

"What do you mean should?"

"We don't dare to ask about the empress. We just know that a Confucian scholar often comes here, and we all know that the empress doesn't accept money every time she entertains him, and often gives some portable ornaments, Gold Tin head and agate cloud grate, which are worth a lot of money..."

At this point, a line of sight came over.

Lu Li didn't mean to interrupt him, but motioned the maid who knew the inside story to continue.

"Not long ago, lady Mingyue specially wrote a poem to him. Although the maid didn't know what the specific content was, since then, she has been very happy and often laughs for no reason until today."

After listening to this for so long, Li Bai had an idea and said to Lu Li, "I think I must have met a heartless man. First, I coaxed lady Huakui with sweet words to cheat money and sex. When I really let him redeem himself, I pushed three obstacles and hurt the beauty's heart."

Not far away, Wang Wei seemed to have a deep understanding and nodded. "This kind of thing can be heard every year. The poor scholar lives in a brothel. After a period of time, he puts the list on the list, or he meets a noble man in the middle of the way and becomes his son-in-law, so he immediately draws a clear line with pingkang's mother and doesn't communicate with her in old age."

In fact, as soon as he heard about the scholar, Wang Wei, who was quick in mind, guessed this possibility, because when he went to Beijing for the exam, he encountered similar things, but he disdained to follow the crowd, went to cajole those dusty women, and directly took his poems to Prince Qi's house.

At this time, a maid was surprised and said, "yes!"

Several sightings passed.

"But it doesn't matter." Lu Li frowned.

"Later today, the slave handed over a letter to lady Mingyue."

"Who?"

"I don't know which house's servant is. He just said that he came to preach the letter at the command of his master."

"Where is the letter? Take me."

Then Lu Li walked straight up to the attic.

Along the way, there are animal head censers, potted stones, musical instruments, calligraphy and painting.

When Lu Li opened the bead curtain and walked into the private boudoir of the bright moon lady, he found that the room was full of leather bags, silk bags and satin bags. They were small and exquisite. According to the style, they should be produced in the western regions.

It's really not too much to say Huatang luxury house, and Lu Li soon pressed his mind and ordered the maid behind him: "find out the letter."

"Here."

Twenty maidservants scattered and began to rummage: Carved Mother of pearl, colorful eyebrow stones, eyebrow pens, eyebrow inkstones, mouth grease, bottles and cans

Not long after, a letter raft was handed to Lu Li, containing two folded stationery.

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