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After hearing Chao Heng's scream, everyone gathered around. Girl Qianrui looked astonished and murmured, "That place..."

"It's the place where the Oiran Mingyue Lady Immortal lives."

Everyone had poor eyesight, and only knew that there was a slender figure standing on the attic, but Lu Li could see the situation clearly—

It was a woman with bright facial features. She was wearing a white silk dress and half of her foot had already stepped out.

Floating fragrance?

Following in the footsteps?

Subconsciously, Lu Li thought of this name.

When he was distracted, Li Bai was the first to react and said hurriedly: "Go and save people!"

The words fell, the shadow fell, without hesitation, and there was no time for others to react.

In the middle of the night.

Huang Liu's family, who had been laughing constantly, became extremely quiet, and many benefactors lay by the window and peered into the courtyard downstairs.

In the meantime, there are those who are afraid, some are unhappy, and some are excited...

"Who is the deceased?"

"Have you ever found out clearly?"

The guest in No. 2 A is asking his servants. If he hadn't taken care of his dignity, he would have been gossiped about in the past, and he would have personally found out.

"Return to A Lang, never." The boy servant looked embarrassed, and said: "Huang Liu's family's guardian ranger is so strong that he would not let anyone approach him at all."

Brothels are not easy to open. First, the money comes quickly, which is easy to make people jealous, and the second is that customers are prone to provocations when they drink too much. Therefore, this business looks elegant, but it is closely connected with the evil forces of Chang'an.

Nursing Ranger.

Calling him a ranger is a bit too flattering. In fact, he is a thug, specializing in maintaining the order of the prostitute.

"Nonsense!" The guest in room two was full of anger, pointed to the courtyard in the distance, and cursed: "Why can the six people go over?"

"Thank Alang, they are officials."

"Isn't it outside of me?"

"The leader is He Lao, the secretary and supervisor of the dynasty, and one of them is the judge of Dali Temple."

This Yuanwailang was speechless for an instant. He was a fifth-rank official and belonged to the more elegant and noble Ministry of Rites. It would be better not to wander in this muddy water.

at the same time.

Lu Li frowned and looked at the corpse in front of him. Although he had guessed the identity of the deceased in advance, Li Bai and others always thought it was a maidservant who couldn’t think about it, so they chose to jump from the attic until they saw it with their own eyes...

At this moment, Huang Liuniang has hurried over, holding a maid crying.

Although she is best at finding ways to conceal her own emotions, this time she is definitely showing her true feelings.

After all, the cash cow is gone.

Furthermore, the oikui should be cultivated since childhood. It would cost dozens of taels of gold just to hire a master for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, music, and poetry. How long did Huang Liuniang not even return her book, blood loss!

"Daughter, why can't you think about it? See you if you are short..."

"My mother has never beaten or scolded you, Tantou, Yunzhu, even if it is Persian Conch Dai, I am willing to buy it for you."

The wailing sound lingered in my ears.

Lu Li took a deep look at Huang Liuniang and asked, "Have you ever reported to Xunjie Wuhou?"

"..."

No one answered.

According to the process, if there is a murder case in the shop, it must be reported to Wuhoupu, and Wuhou and the bad person will report it to Wannian County. The county priest cannot make a decision, and then it will be handed over to Jingzhaofu for processing, and finally it is the Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple.

"Lu Qing, it's time for you to show your skills."

"This case is handed over to Wuhou and the bad guys, and nothing can be found out."

Li Bai and Wang Wei persuaded them.

As soon as the homicide case came out, the two of them were completely deprived of alcohol. Seeing this posture, it seemed that they had thought about being addicted to investigating the crime.

"Call in Xunjie Wuhou first and inform Wuzuo to come for an autopsy." Lu Li insisted that Wuhou be present.

First of all, he specializes in surgery, and he is not good at examining corpses. Secondly, he is now a polished commander, and he has to do everything himself, which is too tiring. In the end, he just temporarily took over the scene and waited for the cat, no, when Shaoqing of the temple arrived, he immediately handed over the case.

the other side.

The heavy gate was pushed open by Wuhou, and the two riders urged the horse to enter.

"The token given by Anjiedu is just good, and even the gate can be opened." Yuan Zai complimented in a low voice.

Bao Shenjun shook his head: "That person is not so good at talking. Don't look at the obedience now. If we don't find out the truth, we will not only benefit from it, but we will be held accountable afterwards."

"Don't worry, no matter whether the murderer is a man or a ghost, you can find out about this case."

"So, there is Lao Yuan's comment on this case, and the general will have to thank you again after it's done."

Seeing Yuan Zai's calm tone, Bao Chengjun felt relieved and began to draw pie.

At the same time, the handymen in the Wuhou shop on the corner have received the news and are gathering a whole team not far away.

Yuan Zai didn't care about the empty promises. He pointed there and asked, "What happened?"

Although he couldn't figure out the origin of the two riders, Wuhou who opened the door answered truthfully: "There is another murder case. The deceased is Huang Liu's family's oiran Mingyue."

"Let's go and take a look." Yuan Zai's spirit came in an instant.

As the saying goes, coming early is not as good as coming by coincidence. The two came to Pingkangfang at the expense of the night ban, just to find clues, but now another oiran died. Someone gave pillows if they wanted to fall asleep.

As long as the famous lady Pingkang has some rooms of her own, it is absolutely impossible to live in the same room with others. She especially knows that she has an entire attic and serves by twenty servants who are proficient in various musical instruments.

Even the Qianrui girl, when you see it, you know that the lady has to be submissive and bow her head to listen to discipline.

At this moment, Lu Li, who was in the state, really couldn't figure out why Mingyue wanted to commit suicide.

For this cash cow, Huang Liuniang wanted to be spoiled, and decided that it was impossible to criticize it.

In addition, at this level, ordinary eunuchs and nobles dare not offend at all, and princes and nobles have the best face and can't embarrass a little lady.

That is, no motive for suicide can be found.

"Miss Qianrui." Lu Li called out softly.

After being stimulated by this scene, Qian Rui, who was originally cheerful, became dull, and replied in a deep voice: "What's wrong with Lang Jun."

"When was the last time you saw Miss Mingyue?"

"The day before yesterday, in the lobby."

Not long ago, Qian Rui learned about Lu Li’s identity from the fake mother Huang Liuniang, the Eight-Ping Critic of Dali Temple, thinking that he was investigating the case, and couldn’t help adding: “Li Xiang brought guests to this banquet that night. The lady and us are on stage together ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The lobby, the most exquisite place in the brothel, can accommodate hundreds of guests.

As for Lin Xiang.

Except for Li Linfu, who was a swordsman, Lu Li couldn't think of anyone else who could be honored as Li Xiang.

"What conflict happened at the banquet?"

"For example, someone who is forcibly invited to know the lady to accompany the wine."

After hearing this, Qian Rui made a recollection. After a while, she shook her head decisively: "After the dance, Li Xiang told us to retreat, and there was no woman to accompany us."

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