Lin Zhao returned to Lin's mansion in a daze. When he arrived at the main courtyard, he hesitated and never entered the house. However, he did not want to meet Chu's family walking out of the room. Seeing that he looked wrong, he hurriedly came up, "Zhao'er, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Zhao wanted to speak but stopped, and hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say, "Mother, what kind of woman do you think will you marry with a status like Wu Zhaohou?"

Chu did not understand why Lin Zhao suddenly cared about Huo Weilou, and then said for a moment: "Your Majesty wanted to marry the Marquis before, but it seemed that he had a crush on the lady of General Zhenguo's family. What did you ask about this?"

Lin Zhao's heart sank as he heard this, his eyes flashed, "You said you wanted to see your husband's family for your second sister? Is there anyone who can see you?"

When Lin Zhao asked Bo Ruoyou, Chu's eyes lit up, "Zhaoer, what are you asking about this again?" Her eyes turned and she was a little surprised, "You are not thinking about letting Youyou marry into Wu Zhaohou's Mansion, right?"

Lin Zhao was bitter and hard to say, but Chu was completely wrong, "How is this possible? The Bo family has lost power now, and Youyou is a coroner in the government office. Coroner is a lowly servant, and this is absolutely impossible."

Chu sighed, "You think so, do you feel ashamed of her? But you know Wu Zhaohou's identity, what you think is too unrealistic. Moreover, if she works as a coroner in the yamen one day, she will find it difficult to find a good family in one day. Even for the sake of the Lin family, she can only find an ordinary official."

When Lin Zhao heard this, the heavier his expression became. Chu looked at him for a moment and suddenly asked, "Zhaoer, do you think you are so sweet?"

Lin Zhao's pupils trembled slightly, and hesitated for a moment but did not answer. Chu's eyes tightened, "Zhaoer, if you want, my father and I will not object-"

Lin Zhao leaned toward her side and said, "But my mother said that the second sister is a coroner..."

Chu raised her lips, "She can't be a coroner for the rest of her life. I just said that, but the trade-offs of ordinary people when talking about marriage, you also know where the officials in the capital talk about marriage. But your father and I also feel a little guilty towards Youyou, and if you like Zhaoer, it is the most rare."

It is rare to like it. Lin Zhao thought of the scene when Bo Ruoyou ran to Huo Weilou's carriage just now, and shook his head, "I don't have this idea, let alone the fact that I got engaged to Yixian in the past, but now I'm a second sister, it's really not nice to spread."

Chu was a little sighing. She and Lin Huai were young couples. They were married back then. Now Lin Zhao is about to get married, so she naturally hopes that Lin Zhao will choose someone she likes. In the past, Lin Zhao and Bo Yixian grew up together and also recognized the marriage very much. She only thought that Lin Zhao loved Bo Yixian, but in the end she just followed her parents' orders.

Chu knew Lin Zhao very well. He was the best student of the emperor taught by the Imperial College. He respected his teachers and respected his own etiquette and was a model for the princes of aristocratic families. He never disobeyed his parents. Chu was no longer satisfied with him, but the more he was happy, the more he wanted to make Lin Zhao's marriage beautification without regrets.

She saw that Lin Zhao was not completely unintentional, "Zhaoer, have you thought about it?"

Lin Zhao clenched his fists in his sleeves, and he didn't dare to look at Chu for a moment. Many considerations turned over in his heart, and he didn't know how to answer. He looked at Bo Ruoyou from beginning to end. And the scene he saw today was clearly willing.

But how could Bo Ruoyou be a concubine?

"I...I've thought about it..." Lin Zhao breathed hard, "If my mother feels ashamed, she might as well discuss with Uncle Cheng and choose a family for her second sister." After speaking, she said: "It's time to hurry. It's best if Uncle Cheng talks to Uncle Cheng next time when Uncle Cheng treats her mother, she will mention this matter with Uncle Cheng."

Chu was very puzzled and didn't understand why Lin Zhao was so anxious to ask her to see Bo Ruoyou's marriage, but Lin Zhao didn't say much and quickly said goodbye to Chu, "Mother must do her best, be cold outside, and let's go into the house to rest."

He left after he said that, but his heart felt sour. He took every step as everyone expected for many years. He had achieved his current career without fighting or robbing, but now it was his turn to make a decision for himself, and he couldn't muster up any courage.

...

The next morning, Bo Ruoyou arrived at the yamen early again. As soon as he walked to the entrance of the inner treasury, he saw someone coming earlier than her.

It was Hu Changqing who stood in front of the cabinet with two civil servants.

She stepped into the door, and Hu Changqing turned around and looked over. Seeing that it was her coming, a trace of unnatural flashed across her face, but she still came forward seriously and bowed, "Miss Bo--"

Bo Ruoyou took a half step back, "What is Hu Zi doing?"

Hu Changqing looked embarrassed, "I was poisoned at home that day, and it was the girl and the captain who came to save me. Later, in the camp, it was also the prescription of the girl's adopted father that made me and other patients detoxify me and other patients. I... I used to be disrespectful to the girl, and I should apologize today."

Hu Changqing has recovered from illness and his mentality has changed greatly. He has changed his previous harsh appearance and apologized to her seriously. Bo Ruoyou is not a vengeful person and said, "It's nothing, I haven't taken it to heart."

Hu Changqing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and pointed to several gaps in the cabinet and said, "According to the command of the captain, we have read the file of Jianhe 18 years again, but we still have nothing to do-"

Bo Ruoyou pondered for a moment, "I still have to turn forward. After all, it was more than ten years ago. It is very common to not remember the time. Fire hurts people's lives, not a trivial matter, and it is impossible to lose it easily."

Hu Changqing should have taken down the file in the cabinet and said, "Three people died in this murder case, and they used to kill birds every time. I also heard from the captain that the birds in the garden are very spiritual, so I wonder if the murderer can tame birds?"

Bo Ruoyou nodded, "I have thought so, but there are only four masters who train birds in the garden. The captain has investigated them. They have no grudges and grudges with the three dead, and they have witnessed them by their side, so they are not the murderers."

"The three deceased and the other two went out to the Zhao family team in the early years. However, ordinary people's murder cases are nothing more than love, wealth, or hatred. This time, the murderer's killing methods are bizarre and there is a sense of punishment, which seems more like hatred in my opinion."

After Bo Ruoyou finished speaking, he carried the file to the table, "It's for revenge, and the dead are all from the Zhao family. If he could find the person who was still alive in the Zhao family back then, he might know the reason for the murderer's murder."

She put the file on the table, "Perhaps the murderer was the one who survived the Zhao family."

Hu Changqing sat opposite her, and soon there was a rustling sound of flipping books inside the room. Several people checked the file and saw that Wu Xiang came back from outside with sweat after noon. It turned out that he had nothing to gain when he checked the file, so he went to the coffin shop in the city.

"The coffin nails are all new, but they are all kinds of things. I asked a lot of questions. There are many people who have bought coffin nails in the past two months. Now they are checking them carefully, but it is just a little delay."

If there are elderly people at home, they will probably prepare coffins early. Unless someone dies suddenly, they will buy new coffins. In this way, there are not many people who buy coffins alone, and the investigation is still a needle in a haystack.

Bo Ruoyou had a heavy heart. Seeing that they were still reading the file, Wu Xiang said bluntly that he did not want to suffer, and asked them to continue to find records of the year, and he took people to investigate and visit the city.

The sun was setting west, and even Hu Changqing could not sit still. But Bo Ruoyou still felt as if he was in a state of meditation. She had always had a more extraordinary resilience than ordinary people in such boring things. Hu Changqing watched from the side, secretly admiring it in her heart.

Just when he was sore in his eyes and back pain, he wanted to slip out, relax and relax, and suddenly saw Bo Ruoyou frowning.

She leaned down and looked at the current page more carefully. After a few breaths, her deep eyes suddenly lit up. "On the fifth day of the 17th year of Jianhe, a fire broke out in Liuer Lane, a total of five people died, two old and three young people, including the headmaster of Zhao, and three others were seriously injured. In the end, no one was found for the arson in the case. It was inferred that it was a fire caused by the overheating and spontaneous combustion of the phosphite used in the trick, and it was later left unresolved."

When Hu Changqing came on two steps, several civil servants also looked up and surrounded Bo Ruoyou. They checked more than a hundred books of documents day and night, but they didn't expect that the master really said the time was wrong. The fire actually happened in Jianhe 17th year.

Hu Changqing asked anxiously: "What about?"

"At that time, there were only eight people left in the troupe, five of whom died due to a fire, and their faces were difficult to tell. After the coroner's autopsy, it was found that two of them were not a master and a wife, both of whom were over the age of age. The other three were apprentices in the troupe, and the three injured were apprentices, two were apprentices, and one was a juggling master in the troupe."

"All apprentices are orphans without fathers and mothers. There is no record of their origins. Only this juggling master's surname is Qian, who is a person in the capital-"

Bo Ruoyou turned a page and his pupils suddenly shrank, "He is from Qianjia Town, a suburb of Beijing."

After Bo Ruoyou finished speaking, he handed the book to Hu Changqing. Hu Changqing hurriedly went to take a closer look, but there were only records that Bo Ruoyou said. He frowned and said, "But after so many years, will he go back to his hometown?"

The case file does not record the whereabouts of the survivors later. However, Master Qian was already in his thirties and was seriously injured. If he didn't go home, where else could he go?

Bo Ruoyou said with bright eyes: "I will definitely go back to my hometown. Even if I am not in Qianjia Town now, there will definitely be old tribe members there. Send someone to find the captain back-"

...

Wu Xiang came back quickly and saw a hill-like file piled on the table in the house. The case records of that year were really found by Bo Ruoyou. He was immediately overjoyed. When he heard the words Qianjiazhen, his expression was even more exciting.

"I know here that I have been there, half a day away from the capital. Many people in the town work in the capital to make a living. I will set out now! I will try to ask tonight! Many people in the village come to the city to make a living, but juggling is not common. As long as he is still alive, I will definitely find it."

Wu Xiang's office worker has always been in a hurry and fearless and hard work. Bo Ruoyou also hopes that his trip will go smoothly. When Wu Xiang and his men and horses leave the city while the dusk is gone, Bo Ruoyou returns home in a carriage.

As soon as the carriage walked into the long street in front of Cheng's house, Zhou Liang called out, "Miss, a visitor from the house is here-"

Bo Ruoyou's eyebrows slightly raised, lifted the curtain and looked out towards the door of the house. When he saw two teams of Chinese servants standing in front of Cheng's door, the Changshoufang was originally a place where high-ranking officials and nobles gathered. Because of this momentum, many doors around him opened and looked at Cheng's door. Bo Ruoyou felt his heart beating fiercely.

Zhou Liang could not recognize it, but she saw that the attendants were wearing wide-sleeved robes with collars and right-sided lapels. They were all wearing their hair, looking at their noses and their hearts, and standing respectfully outside the door, unlike ordinary officials. When the carriage approached, they could find that they were all pale and slim. Bo Ruoyou was familiar with the appearance of people, and immediately guessed where they came from.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

The carriage finally stopped in front of Cheng's door. The door was half-closed, and there was a low voice inside. Bo Ruoyou pushed the door open and entered. When he saw Aunt Liang waiting in fear, he immediately came to meet her when he saw her coming back.

"Miss, someone is coming from the palace."

Bo Ruoyou was not surprised and insisted on his mind and asked, "Who is it?"

Aunt Liang whispered: "The master calls him General Manager Fu."

Bo Ruoyou had a clear heart. When she turned around the screen wall, in the dim twilight, she saw a white-haired old man in a scorched round necktie. Cheng Yunzhi was talking behind the old man. Hearing footsteps, the old man and Cheng Yunzhi turned around and looked. Soon, he smiled sharply and said, "Is this Ling Ai?"

"That's right." Cheng Yunzhi smiled in the place where the old man could not see, and looked at Bo Ruoyou with warning eyes, "Youyou, come here and see General Fu."

Bo Ruoyou closed his eyebrows and quickly stepped forward to the God of Fortune, "The girl from the people greets the General Manager of Fortune."

Fuquan looked at her with a smile, his eyes more friendly than Cheng Yunzhi, "Miss came back so late, but the yamen was very busy?"

Bo Ruoyou said without raising his head: "There is a murder case that has not been solved, so I went to help with some chores."

Fuquan then said, "Get up, don't be too polite."

As soon as Bo Ruoyou stood up, he heard Fuquan say gently: "Girl, go and change clothes. Your Majesty wants to see you. Our family is going to take you into the palace to meet the saint. It's too late for you to come back, and it's going to be dark now. Your Majesty is afraid that you will have to wait for a long time."

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't help but exclaim: "Master Fu, how can this be done?"

Fuquan didn't even look at him, but still looked at Bo Ruoyou, the curve of his lips was fixed as if it had not changed. "Your Majesty wants to see what the girl the marquis asked to marry looked like."

Cheng Yunzhi was a little anxious, "But-"

"Entertainment father, it's okay." Bo Ruoyou said to comfort him and said to Fuquan: "Dadfather-in-law, the girl will go to change her clothes later."

Fuquan seemed very satisfied and smiled and asked her to leave.

Bo Ruoyou quickly walked back to her boudoir, and she neatly found a more decent skirt. Although her fingertips were trembling slightly when changing clothes, her movements did not slow down at all. Without a moment, she quickly returned to the atrium.

Fuquan looked her up and down. Although she changed into new clothes, she was clean and had no gorgeous ornaments. She had no makeup on her face. Even so, her eyes were like the crescent moon and her color was as beautiful as the spring dawn. Fuquan nodded with a smile, "Please, girl--"

Cheng Yun's face was sweating weakly. Bo Ruo said goodbye to him with a gentle eyes and comforted eyes. He turned around and went out. Fuquan followed him out and pointed to a carriage behind him, "Don't worry, girl, I will send the girl back later."

Bo Ruoyou responded, and when he got on the carriage and put down the curtains, he felt a heartbeat like a drum.

Entering the palace to meet the saint is something she has never experienced. The emperor is quite suspicious of Huo Weilou. She didn't know what was waiting for her during this trip, but she knew very well that marrying Huo Weilou might just be the first level.

The night came quietly, and a crescent moon climbed into the middle of the sky. The moonlight in late autumn and early winter was cold and cold. She sat in the carriage with a rude fear of being rude, so she did not even dare to raise the curtains. The sound of the wheels rolling drowned in the crowd on the street. However, as she approached the palace gate, the bustling and bustling sound fell heavily on her heart.

When the carriage stopped at the palace gate, Bo Ruoyou felt a chill on his back and a thin layer of sweat emerged from the palm. When he walked down from the carriage, he looked up and saw the towering palace. The cold and majestic force of the Tian family came, which made her breathing three points lighter.

"You are not allowed to ride in a carriage and horse when entering the palace gate. The girl must enter the inner hall with our family."

Fuquan smiled kindly, but Bo Ruoyou didn't feel any warmth. She responded calmly and followed Fuquan into the palace gate.

Through the black city gate, the white stone tiles in the imperial city were cold and hard, the palace road was narrow and cramped, but the palace walls stood tall and blocked most of her vision. Her eyes fell two steps in front of her and did not look around randomly.

The attendant was clinging to the palace lanterns, with his footsteps silence, and quietly. When she entered the two ritual gates, she felt that the palace road would not be able to reach its end. She met countless palace people along the way, but she never heard any sound. The palace palace was magnificent and noble, but it was quiet to make people feel panicked. Those faces with their eyebrows were so blank that they had no rest, and inexplicably nervousness was deposited in her heart.

"Girl, we're here soon--"

Fuquan's voice suddenly rang out. Even when Bo Ruoyou was calm, she felt a sudden jump in her heart. She raised her eyes and saw a vaguely lit temple in the night like a monster crawling in the night not far away.

Her knuckles that were gathered in front of her suddenly tightened, and her heartstrings became tense even more unprecedented. She knew that the emperor of the Great Zhou was in this palace, and the emperor's mind was hard to guess than any murder.

Her back began to stiffen, and she unconsciously held her breath until she felt a little cold and suffocating pain in her chest. She gritted her teeth and straightened her spine, trying to make herself look less panicked and confused.
To be continued...