To prove the real cause of Shuiyan's death.
Ji Yunshu ordered someone to fetch a small amount of white wine, clean white paper, and some camphor juice.
Then, he carried out the same experiment on the skull of the deceased.
To verify whether the wound on the occipital bone was fatal. Or was it an old wound?
She smeared the camphor juice on the occipital bone, then covered it with the white wine.
After a while.
The white wine stained the paper with a faint red hue.
In other words, the wound was caused before the death.
It was a fatal wound!
She got the answer she wanted, but her heart was heavy.
Although she had already expected this result.
Her heart still felt like it was weighed down by a huge stone.
At this moment, she was sure that Shuiyan's death was the beginning of the murder case!
It could be said to be the fuse.
She took off her gloves and covered the skeleton with a white cloth. After tidying it up, she went out and ordered the guards, "You stay here and don't let anyone get close to the skeleton. After the case is over, bury it properly."
"Yes."
"Also, ask the guards to burn some incense for the deceased."
"Yes!"
The guards solemnly replied.
They spoke in unison.
Jing Rong heard the noise and came over. He looked inside and asked her, "Is the examination done?"
"Yes." She nodded and looked at Song Zhi. "Young Master Song, I need your help."
Was this the reason why Ji Yunshu said, 'Even if you don't come to me, I will go to you'?
Song Zhi straightened his chest and said solemnly, "As long as I can do it, don't hesitate to ask."
"I need you … to write a new script for me."
A new script?
Confused.
…
That day, Song Zhi followed Ji Yunshu's request and wrote a new script.
He wrote until night fell.
The new script was finally completed.
He handed it to Ji Yunshu for her to read.
Ji Yunshu was very satisfied after reading it.
Then, she asked Bai Yin to leave with the new script and gave her some instructions.
The next day.
Ji Yunshu stayed in the inn for the whole day.
She didn't investigate the case.
She didn't even mention it.
She looked leisurely.
Jing Rong asked Song Zhi for a few scripts and read them in the room.
Song Zhi sat in front of him like a child being scolded.
She was waiting for Jing Rong to give his thoughts on the book.
The plots of those plays were actually very ordinary, and there was nothing interesting about them. It was no wonder that Song Zhi had been eating 'dirt' for so many years. Of course, it wasn't his fault for not writing well, it was his fault for being too artistic.
What he wrote was too poetic!
Only words, not plot.
Naturally, there was nothing to see.
In addition, Song Zhi did not want to rush like a flock of ducks and refused to write those secular books even if he was beaten to death.
However, he was a scholar after all!
Song Zhi blushed when he saw how serious Jing Rong was. "I'm really ashamed. I'm afraid what I wrote won't enter your eyes."
Jing Rong raised his gaze and said, "Good writing!"
"That's what everyone says, but the situation is hard to explain."
"It will get better and better."
"Maybe." Song Zhi wanted to say something, but he stopped and said, "Actually, I've been thinking about what you told me last night."
Jing Rong put down the book in his hand and asked him seriously, "What do you think?" "Although the officialdom is dark, if I participate in the imperial examinations and become famous, I'm afraid I'll be in deep trouble in the future. But as you said, when the wick of a lamp burns out at night, a thousand mu of fertile land is my home, an umbrella can shelter me, and a carriage can be urgent. If I have this ability, I should show it. If I can become an official, I must work for the people.
The welfare of the people. "
It was obvious that Song Zhi planned to participate in the imperial examinations!
Jing Rong understood his meaning, "There are still two or three months until the imperial examinations in March. There's still time."
"Once the case is over, I plan to go to Gaoding." Song Zhi made up his mind.
"Then I'll congratulate you in advance for your bright future."
"Many thanks, warrior.
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"You don't have to call me warrior. My surname is Jing."
"Young Master Jing." Song Zhi raised his hand in greeting.
He was always polite.
Jing Rong did not tell him that he was also going to Gaoding. He thought that after this matter was over, they would go their separate ways!
It was not appropriate to involve too many people.
At this time …
A voice came in.
"Why aren't you guys getting down to business?"
It was Li Cheng.
He walked in quickly.
He looked anxious.
When Song Zhi saw him, he immediately stood up and bowed, "Crown Prince Cheng."
Li Cheng did not like empty greetings. He placed the fan in his hand on Song Zhi's elbow and raised it slightly. "I'm not a big shot, why are you bowing?"
"Many thanks to Crown Prince Cheng's help last time. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have been convicted."
"It's nothing." Li Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him from head to toe. "It seems that Lord Zhuo is quite efficient. He released you so quickly. I thought that old man would lock you up for a few days."
This …
Song Zhi did not know how to respond.
Li Cheng did not continue chatting with him. He turned to Jing Rong and asked, "I went to knock on the little master's door, but he refused to open it. What are you guys doing? The sun is going to set soon. Two days are almost up. "
What an impatient person!
As a reminder.
Jing Rong looked at the sky and was silent for a moment. "It's not time yet."
"Soon!"
"How soon is soon?"
"This …" Li Cheng was speechless. He licked his lips and sat on a stool. He poured himself a cup of water and gulped it down.
He noticed the few scripts in front of Jing Rong and picked them up to read.
After reading a few pages, his eyes lit up. "Who wrote this? It's so good! "
'Good?'
As the saying goes, to each their own.
No matter how bad Song Zhi's scripts were, there were still some people who liked them.
For example, Li Cheng!
Song Zhi was embarrassed. "I wrote it."
"You wrote it? Good boy, you're really talented. "
"You're flattering me."
"No need to be humble!" Li Cheng continued to read.
He was completely absorbed.
He had become Song Zhi's little fan.
Until the sun set.
Ji Yunshu left the room.
Bai Yin had already returned from outside. She told her, "Everything has been arranged."
"Are there any mistakes?"
"Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on it."
"That's good."
Ji Yunshu went to Jing Rong's room.
When she opened the door, she saw three men huddled in the same room.
They sat around the table in silence.
The scene was somewhat comical.
It burned the eyes.
As usual, Song Zhi was the first to stand up. He was very polite.
Li Cheng, on the other hand, was still reading the script.
He frowned as he thought about the next plot.
He felt that the story was soul-stirring.
Jing Rong looked at Ji Yunshu, then at Bai Yin. He already understood.
Ji Yunshu smiled faintly and said to the three men, "Let's go and watch the play."
Watch the play?
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