In terms of food and clothing, Oiran Mingyue has countless maids around her, which is no worse than officials, and she has not had any conflicts with anyone recently.
So, what is it that causes a lady who is so proud of her life to commit suicide?
Lovesick?
Evil and evil?
The first conjecture is a bit ridiculous, but it does have a certain possibility.
As for Lu Li, he is more inclined to evil spirits. You must know that this world is not simple. Even the imperial cat can speak human words. As a fourth-grade young minister of Dali Temple, isn't it unreasonable to have something beyond comprehension?
However, compared to Fu Xiang, the courtesan who died last night, Mingyue wore obscene clothes and was covered with a layer of white silk clothes, so her death was not so glamorous.
Is it a coincidence, or did the murderer do it deliberately to confuse the authorities?
Lu Li felt that neither direction should be given up. It would be best to allocate manpower to investigate at the same time.
At this time, the maids serving Mingyue Lady had come out of the attic, and they were all waiting with horror on their faces. Especially when they saw the heartbroken look of the fake mother Huang Liuniang, they were even more shaken like chaff.
In fact, until now, those around them still can't figure out why Madam Duzhi committed suicide.
"Which one of you will be the last to meet the court lady?" Lu Li looked around at everyone.
"..."
No one answered, only the four girls looked at each other with unnatural expressions.
On the side, Huang Liuniang wiped away her tears, her eyes became fierce, and she threatened: "This Alang is from Dali Temple. If you dare to hide it and don't report it, you may be arrested and skinned by the government office!"
The leading maid shuddered. If the matter was not found out, the evil forces in Chang'an would skin them without the government taking action.
Lu Li was speechless. Before the murder, Huang Liuniang affectionately called him Xiaolangjun. However, as soon as the murder happened, she started calling him Alang. She turned against him so quickly that it was shocking.
"It's your servant."
Four pale-faced maids came out.
Seeing this, Lu Li didn't waste any time: "When? What was wrong with Lady Mingyue at that time? Tell me in detail."
"About half an hour ago, all the maidservants knew that the lady was taking a bath..."
In the private boudoir, water vapor curls up.
Lady Mingyue sat on the bathing bed, uncharacteristically holding a glass of fermented wine. Four maids stood around, watering her and wiping her body. The screen blocked the sultry spring scenery.
"Why don't you drink wine today, madam?"
A maidservant was holding water while looking at Lady Mingyue's snow-white skin with envious eyes.
In the past, when there were no distinguished guests coming to the house, everyone would drink a glass of dry wine while taking a bath, and then fall asleep early due to the wine. But tonight, uncharacteristically, he drank a glass of yellow fermented wine with greater stamina.
Unfortunately, Mingyue, who has a gentle personality, did not answer. She raised her head and drank the amber yellow rice wine in one gulp. Then, she impromptu sang a Jiaofang song:
"How much can you learn from books and swordsmanship? Fighting like a barbarian in the sand! Holding a six-hundred gun in your hand like iron. Under the bright moon, Longquan cuts three feet with fresh grinding. I envy the army of the past, and I praise the Confucian scholars for their virtues! Four fortresses Suddenly I heard smoke rising, and I asked the Confucian scholars, who dares to calm the situation?"
"Ask the Confucian scholars, who dares to calm the storm?"
The tune was somewhat chilling, and the questions were asked twice in a row. Anyone could tell that the lady was in a bad mood, so the maids hurriedly left after changing her clothes.
Set the storm?
After listening to the narration, Lu Li fell into deep thought.
Shang girls do not know the hatred of subjugating their country, and they will not take it to heart no matter what turmoil occurs on the border. Therefore, Mingyue sang this song during her lifetime most likely to satirize the literati.
After thinking about this, Lu Li looked at the corpse lying on the ground. The features were bright and unpainted, and the expression was very calm, as if death was a kind of relief for her.
Could it be an accident...
Looking away from the corpse, Lu Li said bluntly: "Does your wife have a husband you like?"
"..."
The maids in front of them fell silent again.
However, Lu Li noticed that a few of them raised their eyes and glanced at Huang Liuniang, but stopped talking.
"The deceased has passed away. The top priority is to find out the truth and vindicate the deceased. If the case is not settled for a day, the brothel will not be able to open its doors to accept customers." Lu Li's tone was threatening and official.
Hearing this, Huang Liuniang was stunned at first, and then scolded: "Did you hear what Lu Pingshi said? Answer truthfully, and don't hide anything!"
"There should be." A maid hesitated.
"What is should?"
"We all know the lady's affairs wherever we dare to ask. We just know that there is a Confucian scholar who comes here often. And we all know that the lady does not accept money every time she entertains him. She also often gives some personal accessories, such as gold diamond heads and agate cloud grates, which are worth a lot. Where’s the money…”
At this point, a line of sight came over.
Lu Li had no intention of interrupting him, but instead motioned to the maidservant who knew the inside story to continue.
"Not long ago, Lady Mingyue specially wrote a poem for him. Although I don't know the specific content, she has been very happy since then and often laughs for no reason until today."
After listening for so long, Li Bai had an idea and said to Lu Li: "I must have encountered a heartless man. He first used sweet words to coax the oiran's wife, defrauding her of money and sex, and then when he really asked him to redeem his life, he pushed back and blocked her, hurting the beauty. Heart."
Not far away, Wang Wei seemed to have a deep understanding and nodded, "I hear this kind of thing every year. The down-and-out scholars live in brothels and wait for a while to be released, or they meet noble people and help them, and they become Whoever’s son-in-law will immediately draw a clear line between him and Mrs. Pingkang, and they will never have any contact with each other till the end of their lives.”
In fact, Wang Wei, who was quick-thinking, guessed this possibility as soon as he heard about scholars, because when he went to Beijing to take the exam, he encountered similar things, but he didn't bother to follow the crowd and coax those prostitutes, and directly He went to Prince Qi's Mansion with his poems.
At this time, a maidservant was startled and said: "That's right!"
Several lines of sight were cast towards him.
"But it doesn't matter." Lu Li frowned.
"Later today I delivered a letter to Lady Mingyue."
"who?"
"I don't know which family's boy servant he is. I just said he came to deliver a message on the master's order."
"Where is the letter? Take me there."
After saying this, Lu Li walked directly towards the attic.
Along the way, you can see animal head incense burners, potted plants and strange stones, musical instruments, calligraphy and paintings, and everything is available.
When Lu Li opened the bead curtain and walked into Lady Mingyue's private boudoir, he found that the room was filled with leather bags, silk bags, and satin bags. They were small and exquisite. Judging from the style, they should have been produced in the Western Regions.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the palace is luxurious and the house is luxurious. Lu Li quickly put his mind to it and ordered the maid who was following behind him: "Where is the letter? Find it."
"Here."
The twenty maidservants scattered and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets: carved mother-of-pearl, various exquisite eyebrow stones, eyebrow pencils, eyebrow inkstones, lipstick, bottles and jars...
Not long after, a letter was handed to Lu Li's hand, containing two pieces of folded letter paper.
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