The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

The outside of Xianleju was crowded with crowds of onlookers.

The big Chinese New Year can attract so many people, it can be seen that something big happened inside.

There were several government carriages parked nearby. Looking at the emblems of the carriages, there were some from Jing Zhaoyin and some from the Ministry of Punishment.

Being able to alarm the two major government offices, Gu Jiao's rating of the incident was an order of magnitude higher.

"Hey! Old man, what happened to Xianleju?"

A young man who came to join in the fun around the same time as Gu Jiao politely asked the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man stretched his neck and looked inside Xianleju, but he didn't see anything. He sighed in disappointment, then turned his head and said to the young man, "I heard he's dead!"

"Dead, dead?" The young man was startled!

New Year's Eve, this word is too unlucky, and it took the young man a while to make that complete sound.

"Who...is dead?" the young man asked.

After talking about the first time, it seems that it is not so difficult to do it the second time.

Gu Jiao didn't pay much attention to the conversation between the two until she heard the middle-aged man say, "Xianleju Oiran!"

If she remembered correctly, the oiran of Xianleju seemed to be Mo Qianxue.

Gu Jiao and Mo Qianxue did not meet a few times. The first time, Mo Qianxue told her where the murderer who assassinated the emperor was. The second time, Mo Qianxue told her that the owner of Xianleju was a woman.

Afterwards, when she went to Xianleju, she was told that Mo Qianxue was ordered to leave.

After that, she was no longer in the capital.

Did something really happen to Mo Qianxue?

I have only been away for three months, and there is a feeling in the capital that things are right and people are wrong.

Gu Jiao went around to the side door of Xianleju, and easily jumped in.

The courtyard wall of Xianleju is higher than ordinary courtyard walls. Three months ago, she would have had to work hard, but now it is almost effortless.

It seems that the three months at the border were not so many battles in vain, especially the one with Sirius, which inspired her a lot of potential.

She was sure that she had recovered more than 30% of her strength.

Gu Jiao walked through a corridor hung with red lanterns, and followed the sound to the back door of the lobby.

The lobby was crowded with people from Xianleju and officials who came to handle the case. Gu Jiao looked at the sycamore tree beside her, climbed up it calmly, and sat down at a place with an excellent view.

She saw a corpse covered with a white cloth on the ground, and there were several weeping maidservants kneeling next to the corpse, and among them, Gu Jiao, the one who cried the most, had seen Mo Qianxue before.

Gu Jiao couldn't remember what it was called, but what was certain was that she was Mo Qianxue's confidant.

"Miss... Miss..."

She lay on the corpse and howled.

Jing Zhaoyin on the side frowned, and said: "Okay, okay, don't cry, you should cooperate with us in the investigation and find out the murderer who killed your lady as soon as possible, so that your lady can be killed in Jiuquan." rest in peace."

Hearing this, the servant girl raised her body lying on the corpse, waved her hand and pointed at the girls in Xianleju: "It's her! She killed my lady!"

From Gu Jiao's perspective, she couldn't see who the woman pointed at by the maid was, but when she opened her mouth, Gu Jiao could tell.

"Things can be eaten indiscriminately! Don't talk nonsense! How would you know that you saw me killing Sister Qianxue!"

It's Hua Xiyao.

A girl who has some status in Xianleju, but is still not as good as Mo Qianxue.

Gu Jiao remembered that once Hua Xiyao took her to her room and gave her a love potion that actually had no effect on her. As a result, Mo Qianxue arrived and slapped Hua Xiyao in public.

The servant girl complained tearfully: "It's you! I heard it with my own ears!"

Hua Xiyao didn't even raise her eyelids: "What did you hear?"

The servant girl glared at her angrily: "I heard you said that you were going to kill my young lady! Not only I heard it! Hongyu and the others heard it too! If you don't believe me, ask the official servant to ask them!"

Jing Zhaoyin and Li Shilang from the Ministry of Justice looked at the other girls pointed at by the maid.

It seems to have heard.

The two adults couldn't help but exchanged a look. "

Hua Xiyao snorted: I'm just talking, isn't that all right? "

The servant girl turned her head to look at Jing Zhaoyin and Li Shilang of the Criminal Ministry: "My lord! It's really her!"

Jing Zhaoyin asked: "Did you see her kill your young lady with your own eyes?"

"This...not." The servant girl lowered her head.

Hua Xiyao laughed wantonly.

Jing Zhaoyin frowned, officials should not handle cases with emotions, but this Hua Xiyao's attitude is really a bit arrogant.

He looked at Hua Xiyao: "When did you say that, and why did you say that?"

Hua Xiyao looked at the handkerchief in her hand, and said calmly: "About two days ago, Mo Qianxue always liked to bully others, and she used to be the top card of Xianleju to run amok in front of the sisters."

The servant girl said loudly: "You are talking nonsense! My lady doesn't have one!"

Hua Xiyao looked at her with a sneer: "My lord is asking me, not you."

The servant girl was so angry that she blushed and her neck was thick.

Hua Xiyao continued: "Mo Qianxue fell in love with my rouge and asked me to give it to her. If I didn't give it, she would grab it. I warned her that the owner is gone, so should someone back her up? In the end, she Just hurt me, if you don’t believe me, take a look at the two adults.”

As Hua Xiyao said, she lifted her left sleeve, revealing her white wrist and arm, with several bruises on it.

Officials should not regard injustice, and such things as injury examination should be done by specialized foremen and doctors.

But at this moment, Zuo Zuo hasn't arrived yet.

Li Shilang and Jing Zhaoyin pretended to be calm and took a look, then quickly looked away.

Jing Zhaoyin cleared his throat, waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay."

Hua Xiyao slowly put down her sleeves: "She beat me like this, so I uttered a few harsh words, saying that sooner or later, I would kill her. But my lord, before I have time to do it, she died gone."

The servant girl couldn't stand it anymore: "You are still quibbling! You have always been at odds with my young lady! You killed my young lady, and even if you don't mention it, you still want to smear my young lady's reputation! My young lady doesn't like your rouge!"

Hua Xiyao said confidently: "If you don't believe me, go find it. Is there a box of Yulanzhai's rouge in your lady's dowry box? I went to Yulanzhai to buy it myself, and the owner of Yulanzhai knows exactly which color I bought. Take the rouge and ask to see if it is the box I bought! Don’t say that your lady bought it herself, you know better than me whether she has bought Yulanzhai’s rouge, and so does the boss of Yulanzhai! "

The servant girl couldn't refute for a while, she murmured: "But, but except you, who would hate my young lady so much that she would destroy her body?"

Hua Xiyao shook the handkerchief in her hand, and said sarcastically: "Then how do I know who your young lady offended outside?"

The servant girl was so angry that she almost rushed up and tore her up!

Jing Zhaoyin looked at Hua Xiyao again: "What did you say just now that the owner of Xianyueju is gone?"

Hua Xiyao's expression paused: "...that is, our host died."

...

When Gu Jiao came out of Xianleju, the sky was already dark, and there were a few sporadic snowflakes in the sky.

The hustle and bustle of Xianleju did not spread all over the streets of Beijing.

Gu Jiao walked in the alley that seemed to have an echo, thinking about Mo Qianxue.

She always felt that something was wrong.

"Well……"

A suppressed cry of pain came from the dark corner.

Gu Jiao's steps stopped, as a killer's intuition, the other party did not pose any threat to her.

She's not a busybody.

If there is no threat, she will leave.

However, after walking two steps, she came back with a frown.

She walked into that dark corner, and saw a thin figure curled up in the snow, and under the figure was a pool of blood that had already solidified.

Gu Jiao knelt down on one knee, brushed aside the other's hair that blocked her cheek, and said, "Mo Qianxue?"

medical hall.

The last patient also left, and the second owner's house was about to close, but at this moment, a small figure in green clothes strode in with a bloody woman in his arms.

The second owner's house was almost hit, so he hurriedly dodged and looked at the passers-by, and then he made a surprised voice: "Xiao Gu? Huh? Who is she?"

"Prepare hot water!"

Gu Jiao only left this sentence, and carried the dying Mo Qianxue back to her small courtyard.

"Wait..." Er Dong's family looked at the direction she was leaving in a daze, "What kind of patient are you taking to your own yard?"

When the second boss had someone boil hot water and bring it over, Gu Jiao had already placed Mo Qianxue on the operating bed in the wing room.

"Want to help?" Er Dongjia asked.

Gu Jiao opened the small medicine box, took out the gloves and put them on: "Is Doctor Song here?"

She needs an assistant.

Er Dong's family said: "Not here, he has gone back, do you want to call him over?"

Gu Jiao looked at the rapidly dropping blood pressure on the sphygmomanometer: "It's too late."

Severe blood loss, accompanied by tension pneumothorax, may die at any time, and surgery must be performed immediately.

"I, I, I am!"

Doctor Tong rushed over at a trot, and he stood still outside the door, "I, can I come in and help?"

Gu Jiao nodded, took out the thick needle, touched Mo Qianxue's chest with her fingertips, pinpointed the midline of the clavicle in the second intercostal space, and stuck it down with one needle!