The Delicate Lady Coroner

Bo Ruoyou had a cold back almost instantly.

She couldn’t help but say, “Who is outside?”

The voice echoed in the narrow corridor, but the only response to her was the “creak” of the small door. Bo Ruoyou frowned, grabbed the teapot in his hand, and walked to the terrace.

Pushing the door open, the stinging cold wind on the terrace suddenly came oncoming, Bo Ruoyou breathed suffocated, but saw that there was indeed no one on the terrace, and the swaying flame was in the corner. Someone came here to burn something. .

This is the place where Li Yuchang fell to his death. Could anyone come here to worship?

Bo Ruoyou was a little puzzled. At this time, Jiang Feng Yisheng blew the flames out. Bo Ruoyou thought it was a paper money talisman that was burning, but her eyes swept over, but she saw half of it in the dim light. She frowned slightly on the unburned book, and went forward to pick up the book, and when she held it in her hand, she realized that it was not a book, but a handwritten book.

She looked on the ground and saw that there were a lot of ashes, and she knew that more than this one had been burned. It was just that the one under the river wind was so strong that it was only half burned and the fire went out.

What other people want to burn has nothing to do with her, but Li Yuchang has fallen into the river from here. It stands to reason that this place is not auspicious. Ordinary people want to burn something, so why would they come here? Although she couldn’t see what was written in the pamphlet, she felt that it must be related to Li Yuchang.

Bo Ruoyou shook the ashes on it, and walked out with the script, into the corridor, through the dim light, Bo Ruoyou saw that it turned out to be a script, and it was on the title page. , The handwriting of the big “return” was imprisoned, and the second word was burned in half, but Bo Ruoyou still recognized it. It was a “soul” character.

Seeing the word “Resurrection”, Bo Ruoyou immediately thought of “The Resurrection” mentioned by the steward Qian. “The Resurrection” was written by Li Yuchang to Liu Huiniang, and it was highly expected. Now although Li Yuchang is dead, “Resurrection” “Ji” has not yet been written, but even so, how can the script be burned? !

Nowadays, many dramas in the South and the North are based on the legendary scripts of the former dynasty. If there are new scripts in the market, they will become the magic weapon for the success of various troupes. Now, although “The Resurrection” is not finished, it does not matter whether it is the actors or the Li family. People shouldn’t burn it so easily. The script has not been burnt up yet, and the person who burned it must have just left. Who is the person who burned it?

Bo Ruoyou turned his eyes to look at the corridor in the distance. And tomorrow morning, when the ship arrived at Changfeng Ferry’s Yuchun class, they would disembark. It seemed that she didn’t have to ask why the playbook was burned.

Looking at only half of the script in his hand, Bo Ruoyou was a little at a loss. The person who was looking for the Yuchun class to return it didn’t seem to know who to look for. Besides, since someone chose to burn it, it was probably because of it. It didn’t seem good to throw it anywhere, she couldn’t help but smiled bitterly, first turned and went downstairs to fetch water for Cheng Yunzhi.

After the water came out, Bo Ruoyou returned to the house and threw the script into the wastebasket in the house, thinking that the boatman could take it away tomorrow, but somehow, she looked at the script that fell in the wastebasket. Suddenly, two points of curiosity came.

What kind of story should Li Yuchang write for Liu Huiniang?

A ghostly messenger, Bo Ruoyou picked up the playbook again. Half of the playbook was burned, and the remaining half was still clearly written. She flipped through two pages at random and was attracted by this incomplete story. Because Li Yuchang’s words are gorgeous and elegant, just looking at the words is pleasing to the eye. Although each page is only half of the page, Bo Ruoyou pieced the story together.

“The Resurrection” tells the story of a young man and woman who fall in love but cannot be married. The niche in the playbook is called Chen Lang. He is handsome, gentle and elegant, and has a brilliant literary talent. He met Miss Liu at the poetry meeting, but it was a hindrance. Because of the disparity in status, he was forced to die by Miss Liu’s relatives. After death, his obsession was hard to dissipate. He could not fall into reincarnation. He only turned into a ghost wandering in the world. But I saw the ghost of Chen Lang.

Ms. Liu recovered from a serious illness. Since then, she has met with Chen Lang ghosts every night. A few months after the meeting between people and ghosts, Liu’s relatives forced Ms. Liu to marry and invited Taoist priests to catch ghosts and eliminate filth… …

Bo Ruoyou seldom read the textbooks in the past. He thought it was a good story about talented men and beautiful ladies, but he never expected the twists and turns of this “Resurrection of Souls” to be so strange. However, Li Yuchang’s pen is sharp and beautiful, and his diction is exquisite. Time is heart-wrenching, and it is heart-broken to write about the time between two lives and deaths. Bo Ruoyou only read more than ten pages, so she wanted to find a complete playbook, and she couldn’t figure it out. Even a person who didn’t love Nanxi opera thought this play was a good work. Why would anyone consider it? Its burned.

Do you have a book or want to completely destroy the script?

Bo Ruoyou was suspicious of three points, and five points of love for the story continued to look down, because each page was only half of it. The story also lost its original interest. Gradually, Bo Ruoyou’s thoughts faded. She turned a little faster, and soon read the entire booklet. However, when she was about to put down the storybook, She raised her brows.

Because the handwriting on the last few pages of this book is somewhat different from the beginning, although it is equally elegant and straightforward, it does not have the previous sense of running clouds and flowing water, as if… it was like someone deliberately imitating it.

Bo Ruoyou shook her head first, thinking that maybe the last two pages were written by someone else, but when she started to read the contents of the playbook, her eyes suddenly changed.

This story is written with the script of the drama. In addition to the narration, how the actors and actresses in each act appear and leave, and how their expressions and intonations are described, and this last twist is the most intriguing part of the script.

Only half of the time, I know that Chen Lang was captured by the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest wanted to disperse his soul. In order to save Chen Lang, Miss Liu finally agreed to marry the clansmen. Therefore, there was the scene of Miss Liu sending Chen Lang’s soul back to Huangquan in the middle of the night. The lyrics of the scene are extremely sad, but what makes Bo Ruoyou look solemn is the description of Chen Lang’s departure.

Chen Lang entered the gate of the underworld and embarked on the road to the yellow spring. He could forget that Miss Liu had fallen into reincarnation as long as he walked through the water of the Forgotten River. He looked at the Miss Liu who was outside the gate and walked back Retreating, but Miss Liu’s harsh words forced him to fall into the Wangchuan water step by step. Poorly, he only thought that Miss Liu was empathetic, and did not know that she was about to be forced to marry.

The second half was burned, and the lyrics were abruptly cut off. Bo Ruoyou could no longer see the next play, and the steward Qian said that Li Yuchang had not finished writing this story, and Bo Ruoyou did not know whether Miss Liu would eventually marry. She only felt that there was something very weird.

In this playbook, Chen Lang fell into the water of Wangchuan, and Li Yuchang fell into the river, there was a strange sense of fit.

Huo Weilou said that debris piled up on the side of the ship, stepping on those canvas masts, and almost effortlessly fell into the river, and the Huangquan Road when Chen Lang left was also a strange rock. On the path surrounded by cramped ghosts.

Bo Ruoyou had a three-point mind to be sentimental because of this poignant story. When he saw this place, he felt a cool back inexplicably. After Li Yuchang fell into the river, the folding fan made to sing “The Resurrection” disappeared. Are you really the Jiang who sang this lyricist?

If the whole play was written in one kind of handwriting, and the handwriting was actually different when the last fold was born, then did Li Yuchang write this last fold by himself, or did someone add it without his knowledge?

A chill came up from the soles of his feet, and Bo Ruoyou looked at the booklet that was burned to the point of normal play, and then looked at the last scene. He always felt that Li Yuchang’s trip to the river might not be as simple as this.

Li Yuchang is a drama idiot. If someone deliberately wrote such a verse, and then used the terrain on the building to make him sing on the platform and then fell into the river…

Bo Ruoyou stood up suddenly, no, of course it couldn’t be as simple as that. No matter how Li Yuchang likes to sing, it doesn’t make sense to fall downstairs, but he drank wine that night and it was different.

People who are drunk may be confused.

But isn’t this a playbook written by Li Yuchang himself? Someone added a transcript, but he accepted it calmly? But why have to write similar handwriting? If Li Yuchang wants to pretend to write by himself, why not write it himself?

There was a mess in Bo Ruoyou’s mind, and she couldn’t help picking up the playbook again. She suddenly thought, is it possible that this playbook was not written by Li Yuchang at all? Or, the person who added this transcript is already good at imitating himself and is someone Li Yuchang trusts very much, so he asks this person to write it according to himself.

Bo Ruoyou suddenly thought of Liu Huiniang.

The person who ate with Li Yuchang was Liu Huiniang, and the person who talked to Li Yuchang that night was also Liu Huiniang…

Bo Ruoyou started pacing back and forth in the house. She spent a lot of time watching the play. At this moment, the whole building was quiet, and Huo Wei building must have stopped. With just this suspicion, who could she go to? And tomorrow Yuchun class will disembark.

After hesitating for a while, Bo Ruoyou felt that there seemed to be no other way except to find Huo Weilou. She picked up the playbook, straightened her dress and went out.

Walking to the door of Huo Wei Building, Bo Ruoyou raised his hand and knocked on the door. After a few times, footsteps sounded inside the door.

Soon, the door was opened, and Huo Weilou was dressed in a black cloak, and his clothes were half open. He seemed to have stopped. He was slightly surprised when he saw Bo Ruoyou, “What’s the matter?”

Bo Ruo was blessed with a blessing, “Master Hou, the people think it is strange that Li Yuchang is dead.”

Huo Weilou’s eyes condensed slightly, “Is there any evidence?”

Bo Ruoyou hesitated for a moment, and said with some confidence, “There is no evidence.”

Huo Weilou watched her, turned around and walked into the house after a while, “Come in and talk.”

Bo Ruoyou entered the door and showed Huo Weilou the playbook first. Huo Weilou was surprised that she had discovered this thing. Bo Ruoyou smiled bitterly: “The girl didn’t think about that much at first, so she brought it back because she didn’t know how to deal with it. I almost threw it away inside the house, but couldn’t help but doubled it. This look revealed the anomaly.”

She first told the story written in the playbook, and then turned to the last fold, “Please look at the handwriting here, the handwriting here is different from the previous one. Obviously, Minnv has seen someone imitating other people’s handwriting before, so please take a look at Hou Ye—”

Huo Weilou took the playbook and looked at it for a while, and it was true that the handwriting was not alone, “What if the handwriting is not alone?”

Bo Ruoyou asked him to watch the script written in the play, “In this play, Chen Lang’s fall into Wangchuan and Li Yuchang’s fall into the river are almost the same, and the writing is different from the previous writings. Isn’t it strange that Lord Hou?”

Huo Weilou looked at Bo Ruoyou. The case has been settled. There is no need to investigate too much. Even if there is any doubt, the matter will have nothing to do with them when the Yuchun class disembarks tomorrow, but Bo Ruoyou seems to have no doubts at all. Let it go.

“It’s really strange, but even if he fell into the river because of the drama, it is difficult to conclude that someone deliberately murdered him, because he sang the drama himself, he drank the wine himself, and he walked along the pile of debris. Went up instead of being pushed down by others.”

Bo Ruoyou wrinkled her brows tightly, and three points in her heart were in favor of Huo Weilou, but she felt a little unwilling. Although she was not familiar with Li Yuchang, it was a good idea that a big living person suddenly died by her side. ?

She clenched her cuffs, her eyebrows narrowed and she no longer looked at Huo Wei Tower, and she was also in conflict and hesitation. As the author, I do think that the deceased is responsible for justice, but she is not a savior of the world, and it is impossible to investigate the cause of every death, and now she has to trouble Huo Weilou, if she has the evidence, she can only rely on the script for the moment. And guessing, how confident did she make Huo Weilou come forward to investigate this matter?

“Why don’t you speak?” Huo Weilou asked her as if discouraged.

Bo Ruoyou raised his eyes and glanced at Huo Weilou, with a look a little frustrated. “The girl only feels suspicious here, so she wants to talk to Lord Hou, but the post-mortem is done by the girl, and the girl has speculated that this method is also Too weird and ingenious, just like what Hou Ye said, even if it is true, he did not force him to force him, or, the last part of the play was written by others, but they did not expect that he would be too deep in the play. Then he fell to his death…”

Bo Ruoyou sighed, “Xu Shimin’s daughter took it for granted. The people’s daughter has become a habit for several years, but if someone dies for no reason, he will always look into it. Now it is possible to think of one. A murderer who didn’t exist.”

Seeing her disappointed, Huo Weilou’s eyes softened, but he asked quietly, “Forget it then?”

With the corners of Bo Ruoyou’s lips pressed, she seemed to be making an extremely difficult choice, and Huo Weilou asked her again, “If you take it seriously, what will you do?”

Bo Ruoyou’s expression became even more bitter, but she just said, “It won’t matter, at most… at most, I can’t sleep well.”

The soft color under Huo Weilou’s eyes turned into an inexplicable deepness. He looked at her for a moment before he said, “Tomorrow the Yuchun squad will disembark. Once they leave, there will be no accountability for this matter.”

Bo Ruoyou’s fist was slightly clenched, and his face was even more distressed, but Huo Weilou suddenly said, “Although Li Yuchang is a play idiot, he has not often appeared on stage for so many years, and now he is even more of a businessman. Therefore, if he is so obsessed with acting that he can sing and act, he can enter the play to the point of falling into the river regardless of safety, Benhou really does not believe it.”

Suddenly Bo Ruoyou raised his eyes and looked at Huo Weilou. Huo Weilou’s phoenix eyes looked at her deeply, and he continued, “But if someone is with him and leads him into the play, it is very different, and if someone Watching him fall into the river without calling for help, and then trying to hide the matter, then she can be called a murderer.”

Huo Weilou’s words were low and sweet, and his eyes were reflected in the distant lights. At that moment, Bo Ruoyou almost felt that she was going to be caught in his eyes. She swallowed hard and heard her restrained and cautious. Asked, “Then Lord Hou… but do you want to check it?”

“check.”

Huo Wei Lou spoke clearly.

Bo Ruo gazed at Huo Wei Tower, only to feel that at this moment, the lanterns in the corner “cracked”, and there seemed to be something throbbing in her heart, joy passed over her eyelashes, because Huo Wei Lou believed her. And she satisfied her thoughts, and because Huo Weilou was in a high position, she didn’t regard the lives of ordinary people as if it were a waste of money.

“Hou Ye Yingming!” She flattered happily.

Her joy and movement were very obvious. Huo Weilou looked in the bottom of his eyes, and the strange satisfaction in his heart came again, as if seeing her happy, it can make him feel good. He stood up and looked at Bo Ruoyou. The joy is beyond words. The appearance of the watch, but some other thoughts came up in his heart. While taking care of his half-open skirt, he casually said: “Benhou changes his clothes.”

His words were incomparable, as if anyone around him would give this order, Bo Ruoyou was happy, and knew that Huo Wei Tower was working resolutely. This was about to go down and ask, so he immediately went to the side to copy his robe.

Huo Weilou turned sideways and raised his hand. Bo Ruoyou unfolded his robe for him to put on, and then went to take the jade belt on the side. Huo Weilou didn’t want to move, but looked at Bo Ruoyou’s clear eyes. Continuing to bully her, he took the belt and tied it on himself.

The big cloak inside him is very loose. At this moment, the belt is fastened, and his thin waist is immediately circled out, and because of his tall stature, the thin silk satin sticks to his waist, inexplicably outlines a well-structured stiff body. Bone, Bo Ruoyou was originally enthusiastically watching him change his clothes before going out, but when she saw this place, she felt her heart beat for some reason, and her back cheeks were strangely warm. Look.

After Huo Weilou changed his clothes, he called Lu Ke when he went out. Father Fu had already fallen asleep. At this moment, he heard the movement and immediately got up. Hearing that Li Yuchang’s case might be suspicious, he suddenly became energetic.

In the cabin on the second floor, everyone in the Yuchun class packed up the cages early and waited for tomorrow to disembark.

The first person to be taken away was Steward Qian. He was taken away and naturally also disturbed the other people. Everyone followed out and wanted to take a look, but the embroidery ambassador guarded the corridors on both sides of the second floor, and they were not allowed to walk around at will.

Liu Huiniang’s hair has been scattered, and she wore a cloak at the moment. She stood at the door with her ink hair draped over her shoulders. She said, “Don’t panic, nothing big will happen. If there is a call, everyone will answer in good health. If there is no summons, I will go back to my room and rest, and I will disembark tomorrow morning…”

“Sister Liu, it’s okay, why did Master Hou suddenly tell the money steward to leave? There will be no trouble? Or is it because of the master? Tomorrow, we won’t be able to get off the boat, right?”

A timid little girl couldn’t help but ask. When asked like this, other people also watched it. Now Liu Huiniang is the most prestigious in the troupe, and the housekeeper Qian is taken away, and everyone naturally listens to her.

Seeing everyone looking at her eagerly, Liu Huiniang was very calm, “What can happen? The death of the master is an accident. Let’s just take care of ourselves. Steward Qian is now in charge of our entire theatrical troupe, I’m afraid it’s something else.”

Her words soothed everyone a bit, and soon, most of the people in the corridor returned to their houses.

Everyone left, only Yueniang and Chunqin were still standing at the door, Liu Huiniang looked at them, “You guys go back and rest, what can you do?”

Yueniang looked at Liu Huiniang coldly, but went to Song Meiniang’s house next door. Liu Huiniang lived at the opposite door of Song Meiniang. She snorted and entered her house. Chunqin watched this scene, and she dared not say a word and closed the door. superior.

The empty tea shop on the first floor became a place for questioning in Huo Wei Building. Shen Ya was disturbed in the middle of the night. Seeing Huo Wei Building’s pressure, he knew that he was not good, so he just sat outside and waited for instructions. .

In the tea shop, Huo Weilou looked at the butler Qian who was kneeling on the ground and asked, “How long have you been to Yuchun class?”

Steward Qian was inexplicable at first, but was stared at by Huo Weilou, a thin layer of sweat soon spilled over his forehead, “The villain has been in the Yuchun class for 13 years. He is the big steward next to the master. Help manage the accounts.”

“You have been here so long, want to know anything about Li Yuchang?”

Steward Qian’s eyelids twitched, and he cautiously said: “The villain knows all the things in the general class…”

Huo Weilou’s voice was low and cold, “Then you know, can the play “Resurrection” really be made by him?”

Steward Qian’s expression changed in an instant, “Yes… it was done by the master… it was done by the master for the Liu family…”

When he spoke, his voice was trembling, and his eyes only dared to look at the place in front of him. Huo Weilou glanced at Lu Ke, and Lu Ke stepped forward and kicked on Qian’s back waist. He cried out in pain, right now. He collapsed on the ground and couldn’t get up.

Huo Weilou raised his hand to play with the black jade finger on the knuckles, but Lu Ke coldly shouted, “Master Hou asks you that you dare to tell lies? Do you know what will happen if you cheat in front of Master Hou?”

Steward Qian followed the Yuchun squad and traveled north and south. He had already developed a slippery heart. If he didn’t speak hard, he still had Tai Chi to fight, but now Luke is ruthless, and he is not a person with a strong mind, so he is horrified at the moment. Unable to withstand it, he got up with reluctance and kowtowed his head while saying: “The villain dare not cheat, you dare not cheat, it’s just that the master just died, the villain is really afraid…”

Huo Weilou didn’t even look at him, but asked in a cool voice, “Who did “Resurrection”?

Luke was so angry that he was still standing next to Steward Qian, as if he could kill him by another lie. Steward Qian immediately cried: “The “Resurrection of Soul” is indeed not made by the master, but the master loved it too much. Only then took it under his own name.”

Huo Weilou’s eyes swept over, “Who is the author?”

Steward Qian didn’t dare to hesitate and said, “It’s Chen Hanmo and Chen idiot… He was originally a talent, but he failed to pass the exam, and because of his poor family, he didn’t have to go to the exam again. The master saw him as a good literary talent, so he was admitted to the garden. In the Old Master’s Garden, there are not only opera actors, but also musicians and many literati. Some of these people are responsible for composing music and some are responsible for writing opera books. Chen Hanmo is one of them. He wrote it…”

Huo Weilou narrowed his eyes, “Where is Chen Hanmo now?”

Steward Qian’s expression changed a little when he heard the words, as if thinking of something taboo, “He…he died of illness half a year ago…”