The punishment of the female imperial court

As dusk fell, Bo Yi returned to the capital. When the soldiers guarding the city saw that he did not show any strange expression, they knew that the matter should have been settled.

He went to the small courtyard where Yu Qiansi rented a house, and the room was pitch black. He paused, then turned around and went to the evening market where Yu Qiansi often went to buy things.

Yu Qiansi sat alone on the stone steps, the wine jug tilted at his feet, watching people coming and going.

He borrowed paper and pen from the table next to him. There were still some ink stains on the edge of the inkstone.

"Waiting for someone?" he asked.

Yu Qiansi stroked the rough lines on the wine jug with his fingertips: "Waiting for you."

Bo Yi spread the rice paper on the bluestone slab: "She is awake and safe. I am the only one who knows her whereabouts, don't worry." He paused, "She wants to ask for a name."

The tip of the pen was suspended on the paper, and a drop of ink quietly spread out. Yu Qiansi suddenly put down the pen, and the moonlight cast a tiny shadow on her eyelashes: "The name means hope, my hope." She looked at the swaying lanterns in the distance, "This is her new life, and it should be her own responsibility."

Bo Yi put away the paper, and the ink blurred into irregular shapes as he moved.

"What were you thinking about when you were sitting here alone just now?"

Yu Qiansi shook his head, then nodded, and after a long pause, he said, "The bloody words on Shi Moer's house are gone."

Today she asked Yaoguang to get the files from the Dali Temple.

When the Dali Temple discovered the body, they did not find the bloody words.

But after I read it, the line of words disappeared.

Is this information left only for her?
Otherwise, he would not have specially written it after leaving the Dali Temple, and then risked going back to erase it after she saw it.

Bo Yi thought of something and was about to speak when he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

On the bluestone road in the distance, Yaoguang's figure looked particularly thin in the twilight. His hurried footsteps were drowned out by the bustling crowd, but could not conceal his anxiety.

"Yaoguang is here."

Yu Qiansi was holding up the wine pot, the amber wine swirling in the bowl. When she heard Boyi's words, her wrist paused almost imperceptibly, and tiny ripples spread across the surface of the wine. She slowly stood up, the edge of the bowl reflected the last rays of the setting sun, like a dying fire.

"Sir." Yaoguang's voice was breathless, and the soles of his boots were stained with the damp dirt of the prison cell. He didn't dare to look directly into Yu Qiansi's eyes, but only stared at the bowl of wine in her hand that was shaking slightly. "There's news from the Dali Temple that Xiao Zhang, the coroner, has..."

The crisp sound of a porcelain bowl falling to the ground cut through the twilight. The wine splashed on the stone slabs, winding like blood, soaking the shining toes of the boots. A few pieces of broken porcelain bounced up, brushed against the red hem of Yu Qiansi's skirt, and drew a few dazzling white lights in the dusk.

Bo Yi saw her fingers hanging at her side curled up slightly, her nails digging into her palms, but there was not even a trace of trembling. The evening breeze blew away the aroma of wine, enveloping the surrounding smoke, and condensed into a heavy silence between the three people.

Yu Qiansi lowered her head, and her expression could not be seen clearly. After a long time, she snorted and chuckled, pushed the two people away and left quickly.

*
The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night. The messenger stumbled and stumbled at the threshold.

The Dali Temple prison was on high alert, but when they heard the news that the person in red was approaching, they were still in a panic.

Shang Fu was pushed out by the crowd. His official uniform was wrinkled like pickled vegetables, and there were still traces of tears on his face.

"Master Yu, Master Yu, please spare his life. I really sent someone to look after him, but Xiao Zhang, the coroner, took poison himself. I have tried my best to save him." Yu Qiansi was too lazy to say another word to him, "Where is he?"

"I spent a lot of money to hire a bodyguard, and everything has been packed. If you want..." Shang Fu lowered his head, staring at the red robe, his heart beating so fast with fear that even his words trembled.

"cause of death."

"He died by hitting his head against a pillar in prison." His voice trembled and his waist was bent almost in half.

When the coroner from the Dali Temple heard that the young coroner who became famous at a young age was imprisoned, he sighed and wanted to have a discussion with him.

"Perhaps he was just upset when he heard that Xiao Zhang would never be able to be a coroner again."

Yu Qiansi said coldly: "Master Shaoqing, you are quite good at guessing the thoughts of the dead."

Shang Fu quickly covered his mouth and dared not say another word.

That group of people begged him to stop Lord Yu, how could he stop them! If Lord Yu insisted on rushing in to kill people to vent his anger, he would be the first to get out of the way. I told them to be more careful, but none of them paid attention! After being stabbed twice by Lord Yu, they will learn their lesson!

Yu Qiansi's gaze was like a knife blade, and Shang Fu's knees began to tremble. Just as he was about to kneel down, he suddenly heard a light laugh: "It seems that." Her red skirt swept across the stone steps, "It's still a little short of fate for me to be a close relative of Shaoqing."

When Bo Yi hurried over, Shang Fu's official hat had already tilted to the back of his ears, and his hair was soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his pale cheeks. He rushed forward as if grabbing a life-saving straw, his fingers tightly grasping Bo Yi's sleeves, the cloth wrinkled in his palm: "Brother Bo Yi, please" his voice was filled with tears, as if he would collapse at any time.

He had never seen Shang Fu so scared.

I think Shang Fu had never experienced such a big scene before. He was pushed out as a scapegoat just because he was close to the Ministry of Justice.

Bo Yi gently patted Shang Fu's trembling hand, and then leaned close to Yu Qiansi's ear. His breath brushed against her hair, and his voice was very low: "I just wanted to say that the poison hemlock was not planted by my younger sister. She was locked up a long time ago. She thought that Zhang Yilun used it to commit suicide, so she wanted to take the blame for him before him."

The corners of Yu Qiansi's lips curved into an arc, but it was uglier than crying.

Of course it couldn’t be Zhang Yilun, he didn’t even know Poison Hemlock.

It was the one who instructed him to frame Bo Yi.

The man who manipulated everything in the dark not only knew Zhang Yilun's hatred, but also knew how to use it. And now, with Zhang Yilun's departure, this clue was forever cut off in the dark cell far away.

She turned around, her robe corners also showing determination: "Bo Yi, follow me."

When the red color disappeared at the entrance of the alley, Shang Fu collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been pulled out. The yamen runners came to help him, but he pushed them away. "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly, or all of you will be killed." He kicked over the bucket at his feet and suddenly burst into tears, "Mom, you scared me to death. I don't want to be an official anymore."

Under the eaves in the distance, Yu Qiansi looked at the farce in front of the Dali Temple prison and then looked away.

Bo Yi followed her gaze and asked, "Is there anyone suspicious?"

"It's something suspicious." As she turned around, the tip of her hair brushed against Bo Yi's sword handle. "It's time to go to Yunzhong City."

Bo Yi took two steps forward and asked, "Why are you going to Yunzhong City again?"

"Before he left, Yi Lun told me the real cause of Shi Moer's death. He was hacked to death while still alive. But every wound on his body was very neat, without any lacerations. When you think of the bloody words that inexplicably appeared and disappeared in Shi Moer's house, do you have any thoughts?" (End of this chapter)