"The gold-sprayed paper is ordinary rice paper. However, when making rice paper, fine gold and silver powder or gold and silver foil are applied to the surface of the paper, and then the colored wax paper produces gold and silver brilliance. Therefore, it is also called gold and silver five-color wax paper."

Bo Ruoyou used two bamboo tweezers to carefully tweezed in the porcelain plate. "So, sprinkling gold paper is thicker than ordinary rice paper, and it is not easy to disperse ink. Many people like to recite poems and paintings on the top, which makes it more ancient and farther away. In the Marquis' Mansion, it should be a common thing. However, this thing was swallowed by the dead and was in the stomach for a long time, and most of the ink traces have been dissolved. Fortunately, the paper is thick, so there is a way to save it."

At this point, Bo Ruoyou raised his head, "Men's girls need the same blue grass."

Bo Ruoyou bent her body, rolled up her sleeves, and a small piece of jade arms and white wrists were exposed. Her slender waist became more and more full, and she was clearly busy, but she also showed an inexplicable gentleness and elegance.

Huo Weilou glanced at her, "What kind of blue grass?"

"Blue and blue can be used."

Bluegrass can be colored. For ordinary cloth dyeing workshops, Huo Weilou nodded and walked out the door and gave an order.

Bo Ruoyou lowered his eyes and fiddled with the small ball of gold-sprayed paper.

The gold-sprayed paper is only the size of a palm. It was kneaded into a ball and swallowed it. It melted in the stomach for several days. At this moment, the outermost layer was only a thin layer left. Bo Ruoyou dared not be careless, for fear that he would not find the words after it was broken.

After changing two more streams of clear water, the wrinkled and sticky paper balls showed a little shape. Eunuch Fu also stood by and watched, and said in surprise: "It turned out to be really sprinkled gold paper."

After being diluted by clear water, the light gold and silver fine powder on the gold paper showed a glory, but the whole piece of paper became thin and soft, and the ink marks were only visible on the occasional strokes.

Eunuch Fu sighed, “How can I tell this?”

Bo Ruoyou said: "If you want to tell every word, the girl will do her best."

Eunuch Fu turned his eyes and looked at Huo Weilou, "Have you gained any questions about the Marquis' front yard?"

Huo Weilou's expression was calm, "It's not very different from what Zheng Wenyan said."

Eunuch Fu sighed, "In this way, it is impossible to be sure that Master Zheng San was lying. Although his mind was a bit misconduct, there was no evidence. It was impossible to determine that he was harming others."

Eunuch Fu's eyes fell brightly on Bo Ruoyou, "It depends on whether Miss Bo can find the handwriting from above."

Huo Weilou was also looking at Bo Ruoyou.

He went to the local prefectures to handle cases several times, but it was the first time he met Bo Ruoyou like this. The little coroner was more diligent than the chief officer. The most important thing was that he had skills. If he was a man, he could use it.

A trace of regret appeared in Huo Weilou's eyes. Bo Ruoyou wiped the sweat with the back of his hand at this time. He raised his eyes and met Huo Weilou's gaze. She was slightly stunned and a little confused.

The emotion in Huo Weilou's eyes flashed and he frowned and said, "How long will it take to make the handwriting appear?"

His tone became majestic again, as if the moment was just a flash of eyes. She thought for a while, "I'm afraid it's going to be tomorrow." After saying that, she looked out the window and saw that the rising sun was almost at the height of the sky, and said, "It's better today."

Huo Weilou frowned, as if he was not very satisfied with this time. Bo Ruoyou suddenly thought of the dissatisfaction when he first met yesterday. When Huo Weilou learned that she was He Cheng's invitation to coroner, the idea of ​​"Huo Weilou looked down on a woman" slipped through her heart, and she changed her words, "It's dark, it's dark at the earliest."

Huo Weilou's eyebrows slightly spread, and his eyes were clear and his fog cleared. Which subordinate in the world who Shangguan didn't like?

Huo Weilou felt a little regret in his heart again, but this time he never showed it to his face.

"Mr. Marquis——"

The voice suddenly came, and He Cheng came hurriedly. Huo Weilou turned around. He Cheng entered the door and said, "The officials from the ancestral hall sent someone to go there. He has already seen the Yu Mama. She lives alone in the ancestral hall. According to herself, she has never left the ancestral hall gate in the past few years. She only knows that the old lady died, and even Master Zheng Erzhe fell from the building."

After saying that, He Cheng looked a little strange, "This person is a little weird."

Huo Weilou looked at He Cheng, and He Cheng's chubby face wrinkled, "I don't know what to say, but I just think that I have lived in the ancestral hall alone for so many years without leaving the house. This seems unlikely. And... the Marquis has never seen her before, and when she looks at her, she makes people feel a little furious, yin energy, and yin energy..."

After thinking for a while, He Cheng used the word "yin Qi".

Huo Weilou frowned, "Where is the person now?"

He Cheng said: "It's still in the ancestral hall."

Huo Weilou glanced at Bo Ruoyou and said, "Take me to take a look."

He Zhike nodded, and Huo Weilou looked at Master Fu again. Master Fu immediately said, "Don't worry, marquis, I'll stay."

After saying this, Huo Weilou left the mourning hall.

As soon as he went out, he felt that although there was sun today, the wind coming towards him was particularly cold. At this time, two servants carrying heavy objects to the mourning hall came not far away. Huo Weilou saw that their hands holding things were red with cold at a glance. His phoenix eyes were light and he suddenly thought of Bo Ruoyou's ten fingers holding bamboo tweezers, and his slender jade fingers as thin as scallops, as if they had been covered in ice and snow.

Huo Weilou retracted his gaze.

He didn't mention what he thought in his heart, but only looked at the garden of the Hou Mansion. Since the ancestral hall had separated from the main body of the Hou Mansion, the more Huo Weilou walked north, the more he realized that the Marquis' Mansion was so big, "Is this garden built by Zheng?"

He Cheng couldn't understand the meaning of Huo Weilou's questioning, so he had to honestly say: "No, this garden is the residence of a prince in the previous dynasty. When it was built, it attracted the living water from Huanhua Creek in the south of the city. Three Neihu were built in the garden. Later, the dynasty changed, and the garden was abandoned and the Neihu was dried. About sixty or seventy years ago, it was bought by Mr. Zheng at that time, and then renovated and built an ancestral home."

Wherever Huo Wei Tower looks, the more you go north, the more you can see a hundred-year-old pine and cypress. If this garden was built by Zheng himself, it would cost a lot of money. He was responsible for supervising all officials and would care about these details.

After passing through a moon gate, he really left the main body of the Hou Mansion. In front of him was a dense bamboo forest, with the sun in the sky, and a mottled light and shadow cast in the bamboo forest. Huo Weilou led his people through the secret path and soon saw the Hou Mansion ancestral hall hidden under the pines and cypresses.

The pines and cypresses are towering in the sky, the snow is covered with green green, and the pine and cypresses are as lush as umbrellas, as if the sky is like a sky, so that when standing outside the ancestral hall, you will feel that the sky is not visible here and the yin energy is extremely heavy.

Although ordinary ancestral halls are often accompanied by pines and cypresses to show their solemn and respectful ancestors, the scene in front of me really echoes the word "yin energy" mentioned by He Cheng.

The group entered the courtyard. The snow was covered in the courtyard, and there were only a few monotonous footprints on it, which were left a moment ago. He Cheng walked quickly and called the door, "Madam Yu? The Marquis is here, open the door--"

The quiet needles in the house were heard. Just as He Cheng frowned, the door suddenly opened without warning. Before that, He Cheng had not heard any footsteps approaching the door.

A face that looked a little white because of the lack of light for many years appeared in the door. Yu Mama was over fifty years old, and her face was as haggard as chicken skin. She also had brown spots and a pair of lifeless and lifeless eyes. When it first appeared, it became a little scary.

Her face was exposed behind the crack in the door, and she glanced at the person outside, and her eyes were fixed behind Huo Weilou.

She didn't know what she thought of, but her expression suddenly changed a little. She pursed the corner of her lips and opened the door.

She was wearing a black dress and was not covered in white. The room was dim and she seemed to be hidden in the darkness. He Cheng hesitated and did not enter the door. Huo Weilou stepped into the ancestral hall.

Entering the door is the main hall of Kuoda. The Zheng family’s ancestor tablets are placed in the north. The eternal lights below are faintly lit. There are wing rooms on both sides. One side is an incense tribute, and the other side is the living room of Yu Mama. Huo Weilou glanced with big eyes and stared at Yu Mama. Yu Mama stood with her hands behind her back, her head hanging down and did not look at Huo Weilou.

Huo Weilou said: "How many years have you been here?"

"I have been here for fifteen years."

When Mama Yu spoke, she felt a sense of stiffness that she had not spoken to others for a long time, and her voice was hoarse, which sounded a little strange.

Huo Weilou asked again: "Why is this?"

Madam Yu pursed her lips, "I am guilty, come here to atone for my sins."

Madam Yu lowered her head. If she closed the door, it would be like a doll hidden in the darkness. She could not see any living aura on her body. Huo Weilou silently before asking, "What's the crime?"

Madam Yu lowered her head and stopped answering.

Huo Weilou frowned, and He Cheng said, "The person who asked about it was Wu Zhaohou and Madam Yu. Now there is doubt about the death of the old lady in the mansion. I advise you to speak out, so that you can seek justice for the old lady, and to complete your relationship with master and servant."

Madam Yu's head was still hanging, "The old lady is over fifty years old and she died. In a few days, I will go with her. After all, I will continue to be in the underground. I will continue to be in the master and servant with the old lady."

After saying this, He Cheng couldn't help but shivered.

I didn't have to say that I would die in a few days, but I still said that I would go underground...

In the darkness, Huo Weilou smiled coldly, "The nanny is not afraid of death, but have she ever thought about other descendants of the Hou Mansion? The nanny is the old man next to the old lady. Since she doesn't answer why the crime is so serious, why would she say that Zheng Wenyan was born in a bad situation?"

Mama Yu's shoulders shrank a little. She suddenly raised her eyes and looked behind Huo Weilou, as if someone was hiding behind Huo Weilou. This glance made He Cheng tremble in his heart and hurriedly looked behind Huo Weilou. But not far behind Huo Weilou, there was only a portrait of an unknown ancestor of Zheng hanging on the wall.

"Fifteen years ago, a concubine around the marquis gave birth to a son, and the servants were unable to take good care of her, which caused her mother to die and her son to die. She should have been killed by a stick, but the old lady remembered the love of the master and servant and asked her to come here to forgive her crimes. This is why she came here."

After Madam Yu said that, she turned around and walked to the ancestors of Zheng family and knelt down, and recited the scriptures.

Her back looked like a stone sculpture. He Cheng wanted to go up and ask again, but Huo Weilou raised his hand to stop him. Huo Weilou knew that this Yu Mama would never speak again today.

Huo Weilou had a sneer on his lips and turned around and walked out. He Cheng followed behind. After coming out, he couldn't help but rub his goosebumps. "Mr. Marquis, that's such a person. It's so weird. When he just came to the office, she opened half of the door and stood inside the door to answer. She was really creepy. Marquis, what should I do now?"

"Go to check the servants of the Hou Mansion and see who has been in the Hou Mansion for more than fifteen years, and see if what she said is true or false. There are also rumors about Zheng Wenyan, and all the old people in the Hou Mansion asked one by one."

Huo Weilou suddenly stopped when he walked to the gate of the courtyard. When he turned around and looked at the door of the house, a condensing look appeared in his eyes again, "The more he pretended to be a ghost, the more he was inauspicious the words were."

Huo Wei left the ancestral hall without even returning.

In the mourning hall of the West Courtyard, the embroidered clothes came to Miao Lancao. Bo Ruoyou was soaking the thin gold-sprayed paper into the colorless juice. Eunuch Fu looked excited again. Bo Ruoyou said, "This juice looks colorless. You can soak the cloth or paper and then expose it to the sun to make it color. The gold-sprayed paper is already thin, and the color will be extremely poor. If there is an ink color, it will appear."

Eunuch Fu said in surprise, "How do you know?"

Bo Ruoyou smiled, "I taught my adoptive father that in a case in the county government office two years ago, the murderer sank a letter to the bottom of the lake, and the handwriting was also light and difficult to distinguish. The adoptive father used this method to make some of the handwriting appear."

Eunuch Fu said, "Then your adoptive father is also an extremely powerful person."

Bo Ruoyou smiled and said nothing. After soaking the gold-spilled paper for half an hour, he picked it up and spread it on a towel and sten it, and then took it under the sun to dry it. Eunuch Fu looked at the gold-spilled paper without blinking. The longer it was dry, the color of the originally brown-yellow paper began to change, and the ink marks also appeared in shape.

The sun gradually tilted westward, and the handwriting was more and more, but only one or two words could be barely recognized. Bo Ruoyou's face showed a deep look, and he took a towel, paper and entered the mourning hall, and asked the yamen student to come to the brazier and roasted it.

At dusk, Huo Weilou took He Cheng to the mourning hall again. When talking about the trip to the ancestral hall, He Cheng sighed, and Eunuch Fu was amazed, "How come the good marquis family is strange everywhere?"

The night was about to fall, and Bo Ruoyou said that the words could be made when it was dark. Eunuch Fu might have forgotten this, but Bo Ruoyou did not forget. She held the paper, and when it was close, it would be crispy, and when it was far away, it would not be effective. She held it in such a way that it was not close or far away. A small face was roasted red, and the bright eyes reflected the fire. The fire jumped, and the beautiful colors flowed between her eyebrows and eyes, giving birth to a hint of charm.

Huo Weilou stood at the door, and he only glanced at him with a shocking glance.

At this moment, Bo Ruoyou raised her beautiful eyebrows, her beautiful eyes brightened, and the corners of her lips also raised high, "I saw the words..."

This was the first time Huo Weilou saw Bo Ruoyou's smile like this. The flowing charm and charm became even more vivid in an instant. In an instant, it intimidated his mind like the dark and fog-like light passing through the dawn. His usual thought of focusing on the case tolerance was paused, and he was one step behind Eunuch Fu before walking over.

In the faint firelight, Eunuch Fu couldn't help but read the handwriting on it.

"My first seven is the time of your death."

"Yin year and yin time, I am...what is this?"

Moji was a little lost, and Eunuch Fu couldn't recognize him for a moment, but Huo Weilou recognized him.

"In the Yin year, I will pay my life for you."

Huo Weilou read these horoscopes coldly. Eunuch Fu and He Cheng shivered at that time, and Bo Ruoyou suddenly frowned, "Today...is the day of the old lady's 27th..."
Chapter completed!