Chapter 342 It's Not Easy to Investigate the Case

Seeing this, Li Bai and others gathered around to join in the fun, but Lu Li did not stop him.

"I'm sad every day without a plan, and I'm lazy to talk about my thoughts to ordinary people. It's not the same as being overwhelmed. I just ask if Xianlang has any intentions?"

Open one of the folded letter papers, the font is beautiful, and there is a faint smell of powder, which should be from the hands of a woman.

It seems that, just as Wang Wei guessed, Lady Mingyue should have met a fickle lover.

However, just to be on the safe side, Lu Li opened another letter: "How can Shao Miao have a long-term plan, but she can't believe in her husband. Although the lotus seeds in the mud are not stained, they will not be empty when they move into the home."

So far, no doubts.

Lady Mingyue's sincerity was let down by others, and after drinking, she couldn't think about it and committed suicide.

In addition, the tear stains on this reply letter can be used as evidence.

"This person……"

Chao Heng hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh, feeling very helpless.

Because he didn't know the inside story, he only talked about this poem. In fact, it can be said that he is sincere. He didn't dislike Lady Mingyue's family background, and even praised her for coming out of the mud, but he had no money and no ability. Redeem for him.

Chang'an has a population of more than one million, but everyone knows that all the ladies are famous. Even the Hu merchants in Xishi have heard about her and want to kiss Fangze. One hundred taels of gold.

What is the concept of five hundred taels of gold?

Now it is a prosperous age, the people are rich and the prices are extremely low: a catty of salt is 40 Wen, a liter of vinegar is 5 Wen, an old hen is 30 Wen, and 500 Wen can buy a big pig.

The standard rations set by the imperial court for the strong men in service were "two liters of rice per day" and six buckets per month, and these only cost two hundred and seventy renminbi. If they ate wheat, it would indeed be a bit more expensive, but at most it would be twice as much.

Under such circumstances, the treatment of imperial officials has also risen accordingly. Take Chao Heng, a seventh-rank subordinate Zuo Buque, as an example: on the day he takes office, he will be divided into 350 mu of land, and he can receive 80 shilumi every year. In addition to this, the guards appointed by the imperial court can also receive four guanqian subsidies every month.

The nature of the job field is special and cannot be sold, so let it be rented out, so that the guards who serve in the service can spend their own money to avoid toil.

And one tael of gold can be exchanged for six guan coins, which is about fifty catties, and five hundred taels of gold is worth more than ten tons of copper coins, and dozens of ox carts and donkey carts are needed to pull them. If you don't drink for fifty years, you are eligible to redeem Lady Mingyue. There is another prerequisite:

Fake mothers don't sit on the ground and raise prices.

Therefore, among the people present, only Lu Li was the one who was truly capable of redeeming the oiran's body, and he relied on his family, not the imperial salary.

At this time, Huang Liuniang squeezed over to read the poem and prose, and immediately burst into tears: "Daughter, why are you being fascinated by a poor scholar?"

I thought there was something wrong with this case, and the murderer could be caught and compensated for the loss, but now there are various signs that Mingyue Lady is really trapped by love, and she couldn't think about it and committed suicide.

At the same time, Miss Qianrui wiped away her tears, obviously empathizing with her, choked up and said: "I know that you are entrusted to no one."

"Appreciate further details."

Lu Li sniffed the letter raft, his brows slightly frowned, and after hearing something in Qian Rui's words, he looked up again.

"There is a rule in Pingkangfang. If you really find a lover, and the other party has no money to spend, although the lady can't leave, she can choose not to receive guests. Just give some money every day. I know that the lady doesn't have enough money to pay for it. the gold that ransoms itself."

Miss Qianrui glanced at Huang Liuniang, seeing that she didn't stop her, she continued, "However, giving the false mother a penny every day can last for three to five years. Lady Mingyue redeems herself."

Before Lu Li could speak, Huang Liuniang's voice suppressed everything, her expression was mournful, and she cried more and more sadly: "Daughter, mother treats you so well, why didn't you tell mother, where is five hundred taels..."

Amidst the mourning, a fire came from the attic.

"Where is Huang Liuniang?"

"Officials from Dali Temple are here to investigate the case, come and welcome them quickly!"

Li Bai and the others looked at Lu Li, seeming to say: You don't care who is so powerful.

Unscrupulous people, street patrolling Wuhou, and Wu Zuo are all by his side, and with Anlu Mountain as his backing, Yuan Zai is full of ambition. He feels that as long as he seizes the opportunity, he can make a fortune and change the color of his official uniform .

The nursing ranger didn't want to make a big deal and affect his boss's business, so he bowed his hands to Yuan Zai: "This official, someone has already taken over this case."

"fart!"

Bao Canjun was angry and scolded: "It was only two minutes before the murder happened, and Marquis Wu led his people to come here. Are you a bully who doesn't know the rules?"

As he spoke, he kicked the ranger holding a sharp blade to the ground.

"Who is it?" Yuan Zai was more concerned.

After helping his companion up, another ranger guarded the courtyard with a disapproving expression on his face, and said: "Dali Temple judges, he just happened to be here to participate in the banquet."

Hearing this, Yuan Zai's hanging heart finally let go, and he ordered Wu Zuo: "Hurry up for the autopsy, but don't act rashly without the order of the official."

"Here."

The three foremen knew the seriousness and did not dare to disembowel the corpse here. They only intended to check the surface and make a rough judgment of the cause of death.

"Let's go, go up and see which colleague it is, maybe he has discovered something."

There was a lightness in Yuan Zai's words, obviously he had already figured out how to send him away.

A group of people moved to the attic, walked through the hall and climbed the stairs, and came to the private boudoir of Lady Mingyue. More than a dozen maidservants blocked their view. Bao Canjun was upset and pushed them away.

Eyes wide open.

Yuan Zai met Li Bai and the others, their eyes fixed on He Jian's official uniform, a purple robe decorated with gold and jade in a large group of flowers, and he was about to cross his hands to salute, when his eyes stopped on the person next to him.

Bao Canjun is a warrior who will be transferred to Chang'an. He thinks that he has Anlu Mountain as his backer. He is about to ask questions, but he sees Yuan Zai, who is full of confidence, kneeling directly on the ground, simply and neatly.

what's the situation?

Not only Bao Canjun, but also those Marquis Wu who followed him looked at each other in blank dismay.

At this moment, Yuan Zai was sweating on his forehead, with thorns on his back. After a lot of psychological struggle, he finally put aside all kinds of distracting thoughts and said loudly: "I have met Siqing, I wish Siqing Shangyuan good health."

"I've seen Supervisor He."

After the words fell, Bao Canjun, who was stunned, also reacted, and hurriedly crossed his hands to salute.

"Who are you?"

Dali Temple has one Qing, two Shaoqing, two principals, two masters, two recorders, twenty-eight people in the mansion, fifty-six history officials, four imperial officials, six prison officials, and eighteen palm guards. People, one hundred people to ask questions, six people to direct affairs, and twelve people to judge affairs...

Not counting the handymen, there were more than two hundred officials in Dali Temple. Lu Li felt that there seemed to be such a person in his impression, and he couldn't remember more.

"Let's go... to comment on the Yuanzai."

The tone was humble, as if something had happened.

However, before Lu Li could ask, a clear voice came from the windowsill, and the shadow stood still:

"Where is the file? You will be on duty tonight. Why did Ben Shaoqing only see Wang Pingshi when he went?"

"Why, did you come to Pingkangfang for entertainment?"

A cat's paw pressed Yuan Zai's head, and he looked at Lu Li with cold eyes. He really didn't expect to meet his chief officer at the murder scene:

It is not easy to investigate the case, Mao Mao sighed.