A Weird Theater That Started In London

In terms of the cost of food and clothing, Oiran Mingyue has countless maids around him, no difference compared to officials, and she hasn't been at odds with others recently.

So, what is it that causes a woman who is proud of her life to find short-sightedness?

Lovesick?

Evil stalker?

The first guess is that there is some blood, but there is a certain possibility.

For Lu Li, he is more inclined to be haunted by evil spirits. You know, this world is not simple. Even Yu Mao can spit out people's words. As Shaoqing of the Fourth Grade Dali Temple, there are more things beyond understanding. Isn't it unreasonable?

However, compared to the Oiran Fuxiang who died last night, Mingyue wore an obscene garment and was covered with a white silk garment, making her death less beautiful.

Was it a coincidence, or was the murderer deliberately trying to confuse the government?

Lu Li felt that he couldn't give up in either direction, and it was best to deploy manpower to investigate at the same time.

At this time, the maidservants who served the Mingyue Lady had come out of the attic, waiting with horror on their faces, especially when they saw the heartbroken appearance of the fake mother Huang Liuniang.

In fact, until now, people around them still don't understand why the lady committed suicide.

"Which of you is the last to meet the Oiran lady?" Lu Li looked around at the crowd.

"..."

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

On the side, Huang Liuniang wiped away her tears, her eyes became fierce, and threatened: "This Alang comes from Dali Temple. If you dare to conceal it, beware of being caught and taken to the government office!"

The maidservant shuddered at the head, and if things didn't come to the bottom of the investigation, and the government didn't need to do anything, the evil forces of Chang'an would strip them of their skins.

Lu Li felt speechless. Before the murder happened, Huang Liuniang kindly called him Xiao Langjun. As a result, as soon as the murder happened, he called himself A Lang strangely. The speed of turning his face was shocking.

"It's a maidservant."

Four pale-faced maids walked out.

Upon seeing this, Lu Li didn't talk nonsense: "When? What was wrong with Lady Mingyue at that time? Tell me in detail."

"About half an hour ago, the maidservants know that the lady bathes..."

In the private boudoir, water vapor curls up.

The Lady Mingyue sat on the bath bed, uncharacteristically serving a glass of yellow rice wine, four close-to-body maids stood around, watering her and wiping her body, while the screens obscured the sultry spring scenery.

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

While holding water, a maidservant looked at the snow-white skin of Lady Mingyue with envy in her eyes.

If in the old days, when no distinguished guests came to the door, they would have known that they would drink a glass of dry and wine in the bath, and then fall asleep early with the drunkenness, but tonight was uncharacteristically and drank a glass of rice wine with greater stamina.

It is a pity that Mingyue, who has a gentle personality, did not answer. He raised his head and drank the amber yellow rice wine. Then, he sang an impromptu Jiaofang song:

"How much can the sword and the sword be used? Contending is like Shasai Chengluo! Holding a six-hunting spear is like iron. Mingyue, Longquan cuts a new mill with three feet. Enviable from the old army, praises the scholars and morals! Sisai! Suddenly he heard the smoke and asked Confucian scholars, who would dare to decide the trouble?"

"Ask Confucian scholars, who would dare to determine the storm?"

The tune was a bit deadly at first, and I asked twice in a row. Everyone could tell that the lady was in a bad mood. Therefore, after the maidservants served her to change her clothes, they hurriedly retreated.

Set the storm?

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

Business women don't know the hatred of subjugation, and no matter what turmoil occurs on the border, they will not take it to heart. Therefore, Mingyue sang this song during his lifetime to satirize the literati.

At this point, Lu Li looked at the corpse lying on the ground, his facial features were bright, and his expression was very calm, as if to her, death was a kind of relief.

Could it be an accident...

Looking away from the corpse, Lu Li bluntly said: "Does your lady have a favorite man?"

"..."

These maidservants were silent again.

However, Lu Li noticed that several of them raised their eyes and glanced at Huang Liuniang, then stopped talking.

"The deceased has passed away. The most urgent task is to find out the truth. For the deceased, if the case does not end, the prostitute will not be able to open the door to pick up guests." Lu Li's tone was threatening, in an official tone.

Hearing this, Huang Liuniang was taken aback for a moment, and then he scolded: "Have you heard what Lu Pingshi said? Answer truthfully, no concealment is allowed!"

"There should be." A maidservant hesitated.

"What is supposed to be?"

"Where we dare to ask about the lady, I only know that there is a scholar who often comes over, but I know that every time the lady entertains him, she does not collect money, and she often gives away some personal accessories, such as gold tinsel and agate cloud grate, which are worth a lot. What about the money..."

Speaking of this, a line of sight cast over.

Lu Li didn't mean to interrupt it, but instead motioned to the maid who knew the inside story to continue talking.

"Not long ago, Lady Mingyue specially wrote a poem to him. Although the maid didn't know what the specific content was, she was very happy since then and often laughed for no reason until today."

After hearing this for so long, Li Bai had an idea, and said to Lu Li: "Presumably, I have encountered a bad-hearted man. First, I use sweet words to coax the oiran lady, cheating for money and sex, and when he is really ransomed, he will push three things and hinder her, hurting the beautiful woman. Heart."

Not far away, Wang Wei seemed to have a deep understanding, and nodded, "I hear this every year. Disadvantaged people live in a brothel. I waited for a while to release the list, or met with the help of a nobleman on the way. Whoever’s son-in-law immediately draws a line with Lady Pingkang, and stays out of contact with each other."

In fact, as soon as he heard of scholars, the quick-minded Wang Wei guessed this possibility, because when he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, he encountered similar things, but he did not bother to go with the crowd, to coax those dusty women, directly Took the poems I wrote to Qi Wangfu.

At this time, a maidservant was startled and said: "That's right!"

Several eyes cast over.

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

"Later today, the slave handed over a letter to Lady Mingyue."

"who?"

"I don't know which child servant it is. I just said that I came to spread the letter on the order of the master."

"Where is the letter? Take me over~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After that, Lu Li walked towards the attic.

Along the way, beast head incense burners, potted rocks, musical instruments, calligraphy and calligraphy are all available.

When Lu Li opened the bead curtain and walked into the private boudoir of the Mingyue Lady, he found that the room was full of leather sacs, silk sacs, and satin sacs. It was small and exquisite. It seemed that the style should be made in the Western Regions.

It's not an exaggeration to say the luxury of Huatang, and Lu Li quickly pressed his mind and ordered the maidservant who followed him: "I believe it, find out."

"Here."

Twenty maidservants scattered around, and began to turn around: carved snails, beautiful eyebrow stones of various colors, eyebrow pencils, eyebrow inkstones, mouth fat, bottles and jars...

Not long after, a letter raft was handed to Lu Li's hands, with two folded letter papers inside.

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