Chapter 341

In terms of food and clothing, Oiran Mingyue has countless maids around her, who are no different than officials, and she hasn't had any quarrels with anyone recently.

So, what exactly caused a woman who is proud of her life to commit suicide?

Lovesick?

An evil plot?

The first conjecture is a bit bloody, but it does have a certain possibility.

As far as Lu Li is concerned, he is more inclined to be haunted by evil spirits. You know, this world is not simple. Even a royal cat can speak out people's words, and as the fourth-rank Dali Temple Shaoqing, there are more things beyond comprehension. Isn't it unreasonable?

However, compared to the oiran Fuxiang who died last night, Mingyue wore obscene clothes with a layer of white silk on top, so her death was not so glamorous.

Is it a coincidence, or did the murderer do it on purpose to confuse the authorities?

Lu Li felt that he couldn't give up on both directions, and it was best to deploy people to investigate at the same time.

At this time, the maidservants who served Lady Mingyue had already come out of the attic, all of them were terrified and waiting to be punished, especially when they saw the heartbroken look of the fake mother Huang Liuniang, they trembled like chaff.

In fact, until now, people around them can't figure out why the lady committed suicide.

"Which of you will be the last to meet the oiran lady?" Lu Li looked around at the crowd.

"..."

No one answered, only the four girls looked at each other with unnatural expressions.

On the side, Huang Liuniang wiped away her tears, her eyes became fierce, and she threatened: "This Ah Lang is from Dali Temple, if you dare to hide the truth, you will be caught and taken to the government office to have your skin peeled off!"

The leading female servant shuddered. If the matter was not investigated and found out, the evil forces in Chang'an would have skinned them without the government taking action.

Lu Li felt speechless. Before the murder happened, Huang Liuniang called him "Xiao Langjun" affectionately. As a result, as soon as the murder happened, he called himself A Lang strangely. The speed of turning around was astonishing.

"It's the maid."

Four pale maidservants came out.

Seeing this, Lu Li didn't talk nonsense: "When? What happened to Miss Mingyue at that time? Tell me in detail."

"About half an hour ago, the servants all knew that the lady was taking a bath..."

In the private boudoir, water vapor curled up.

Lady Mingyue was sitting on the bath bed, holding a glass of fermented rice wine uncharacteristically, while four personal maids stood around, watering her body and wiping her body, while the sensual spring scenery was covered by the screen.

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

While holding water, a maidservant looked at Lady Mingyue's snow-white skin with envious eyes.

If in the past, when no distinguished guests came to the door, everyone would drink a glass of dry wine while taking a bath, and then fall asleep early with the help of alcohol, but tonight, uncharacteristically, they drank a glass of rice wine with stronger stamina.

It's a pity that Mingyue, who has a gentle personality, didn't answer. He raised his head and drank the amber yellow fermented rice wine in one gulp, and then sang an impromptu Jiaofang song:

"How much can you attack books and learn swords? Fight like a chasai! You hold a six-hunting gun like iron. The bright moon, Longquan three feet cut a new mill. I envy the army of the past, and praise the Confucian scholars for their virtues! Suddenly hearing the smoke of the wolf, I asked the Confucian scholars, who would dare to fix the storm?"

"Ask the Confucian scholars, who dares to fix the storm?"

The melody was already quite chilling, and he asked two consecutive questions. Anyone could tell that the lady was in a bad mood. Therefore, after serving her to change clothes, the maidservants hurriedly retreated.

Set up a storm?

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

Business women don't know the hatred of subjugation, no matter what turmoil happens in the border, they don't take it to heart, so it is very likely that Mingyue sang this song during her lifetime to satirize literati.

With this in mind, Lu Li looked at the corpse lying on the ground. His facial features were bright and unpainted, and his expression was very calm, as if for her, death was a kind of relief.

Could it be an accident...

Looking away from the corpse, Lu Li said bluntly, "Does your wife have a favorite husband?"

"..."

The maidservants in front of them fell silent again.

However, Lu Li noticed that some of them looked up at Huang Liuniang, and hesitated to speak.

"The deceased has passed away. The most urgent thing is to find out the truth and bring justice to the deceased. If the case is not closed, the brothel will not be able to open for customers." Lu Li's tone was threatening and official.

Hearing this, Huang Liuniang was taken aback for a moment, and then scolded: "Have you heard what Lu Pingshi said? Answer truthfully, and don't hide anything!"

"There should be." A maid faltered.

"What is supposed?"

"Wherever we dare to ask, we all know about the lady. We only know that a Confucian scholar often comes here, and we all know that every time the lady treats him, she doesn't take money. She often gives him some accessories, such as gold tin head and agate cloud grate, which are worth a lot. Where's the money..."

Having said that, a line of sight cast over.

Lu Li didn't mean to interrupt, but signaled the servant girl who knew the inside story to continue.

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

After listening for so long, Li Bai had an idea, and said to Lu Li: "I must have met a heartless man, first use sweet words to coax the oiran lady, cheat money and sex, and when he really wants to redeem himself, push back and hurt the beauty." Heart."

Not far away, Wang Wei seemed to have a deep understanding and nodded, "I hear this kind of thing every year. The down-and-out scholar lives in a brothel. After a while, the list will be released, or he will meet a nobleman on the way, and do it. Whoever's son-in-law will immediately draw a clear line with Mrs. Pingkang, and never communicate with each other."

In fact, as soon as he heard about scholars, the quick-witted Wang Wei guessed this possibility, because when he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, he encountered similar things, but he didn't bother to follow the crowd and go to deceive those prostitutes, directly He went to Qi Wangfu with his poems.

At this time, a maidservant said in surprise, "That's right!"

Several lines of sight cast over.

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

"Later today, I delivered a letter to Mistress Mingyue on behalf of others."

"who?"

"I don't know which family's boy servant it is, but I only said that I came to deliver the letter under the order of the master."

"Where is the letter? Take me there."

After saying that, Lu Li walked up to the attic.

Along the way, there are animal head censers, potted rocks, musical instruments, calligraphy and paintings, all of which are available as far as the eye can see.

When Lu Li opened the bead curtain and walked into Miss Mingyue's private boudoir, he found that the room was covered with leather bags, silk bags, and satin bags, small and exquisite, and the style should be made in the Western Regions.

It's not an exaggeration to say a luxurious house, but Lu Li quickly pressed his mind and told the maidservant who followed behind him: "I believe it, find it."

"Here."

Twenty maidservants scattered away and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets: carved mother-of-pearl, exquisite eyebrow stones of various colors, eyebrow pencils, eyebrow inkstones, lip balm, bottles and jars...

Not long after, a letter raft was handed to Lu Li, which contained two folded letter papers.