Pei Tan glanced at Jing Wanyu lightly and said, "We mustn't forget that paying too much attention to Shen Xingwen will prevent us from focusing on solving the case."

  As soon as Shen Gongzi appeared, he automatically drew everyone's attention, truly an extraordinary man.

  Jing Wan'er paused for a moment and found herself speechless.

  I think that if Wei's family really sent out a suspicious person like Shen Xingwen, then the people in the Wei family are also somewhat...not quite right.

  "If Shen Xingwen really came to help us." Sometimes thinking in reverse is not a bad strategy.

  Jing Wan'er said: "Then what he said about seeing a scene before Hui Gen's death must be related to a woman."

  Pei Tan glanced at her.

  Jing Wan'er's voice was slightly low after a moment: "This woman, we also personally sent her here."

  Just like Shen Xingwen looked at Jing Wanyu incredulously after the autopsy, it was surprising that a woman appeared in the temple.

  But it wasn't Jing Wanyu, it was someone else.

  If we still can't lock down that woman as a suspect by now, it's simply embarrassing for the temple to hang this sign.

  This case is related to a woman, and Shen Xingwen suspects that Jing Yuanyu is unreasonable. Apart from Jing Yuanyu, the only other woman in Qinglong Temple is her.

  "Don't you think that every time, Shen Yu's words are too pointed?" Jing Wanyu saw Pei Tan's gaze, "Wanyu feels he is intentionally provoking."

  He had previously offended the Shangshu Fu, and now it was even more serious. The woman came directly from the Great Ming Palace.

  But Dali Temple is even more impressive, and Pei Tan's family background is still not enough to compete with the royal family.

  Pei Tan looked at Wan Er and thought that it wasn't that all women were prone to overthinking, he just didn't get along with Shen Xingwen, purely because there was a kind of "not my type" feeling.

  "Unless he knew about her existence."

  But this should be inexplicable, Shen Xingwen did not know the identity of that woman, nor did he know that the Dali Temple escorted her here.

  "That day, the adults' trip was deliberately hidden and didn't attract attention," Jing Wanyu couldn't help but say. "But that day, there shouldn't be a lack of people who discovered something strange either. What if Shen Xingwen found out?"

  Pei Tan got up very early that day and brought his most trusted ten yamen runners, thinking he would be back the same day, but ended up being away for three days.

  If Shen Xingwen was cunning, he would definitely discover that Dalie Temple had accepted some special task.

  Pei Tan thought for a moment and slowly shook his head.

  It's one thing to know that their movements are abnormal, but it's quite another to guess why Pei Tan and the people from Dali Temple came to Qinglong Temple.

  "Don't think about anything else, focus on the case at hand." Pei Tan looked at the girl.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes moved slightly: "Yes."

  Jing's cleverness and agility are no match for this gentleman in front of us when it comes to focus. However, solving a case requires utmost concentration.

  It has been three days now, but they have been led by the nose all along.

  "There's something I want to tell the grown-ups."

  The girl lowered her eyes and revealed a rarely seen expression. Even Pei Tan couldn't help but move his lips, looking at her.

  Jing Wan'er slowly raised her head, with a faint mist in her eyes: "That night, I went to the carriage, but when I got there, the people were already gone."

  She met Huigen, so it's unclear whether Huigen is the one who will take that woman away.

  Pei Tan looked at her, Jing Wanyu's eyes lit up slightly, "Sir, it's time for us to turn the tables."

  The tables have turned.

  It sounds like a dynamic word, but it's not as easy to do as it sounds.

  Pei Tan looked at her and thought that when she grew up, Jing Wanyu would definitely be a beautiful woman with bright eyes, but for now, she still didn't quite reach that standard.

  "Maybe if she's a beautiful woman, she might be able to move his heart."

  A very beautiful woman, Jing Wanyu was stunned for a moment. She looked at Pei Tan. In fact, she only caught a glimpse of the carriage and did not see the true appearance of the woman.

  She only remembered that one pair of exquisite red embroidered silk shoes.

  The embroidery is of the red cloud pattern from before the Tang Dynasty. If I'm not mistaken, this pattern hasn't appeared in twenty years.

  "Now only we know what the murder weapon is, apart from us, it's the murderer."

  Using wooden fish to write an article can gain an advantage.

  Pei Tan thought for a moment and didn't object: "What do you want to do?"

  "The adults knew that every time they saw Prince Chang Le, there was always a hint of dragon's saliva fragrance on his body."

  "What we know about Emperor Yang of Sui is just a rumor and legend in the alleys of Chang'an, there's always a gap between rumors and reality." Sometimes it's even two different people.

  "Dragon's saliva is used to cover up his body odor." A woman's fragrance.

  Pei Tan looked at her and sometimes felt that if Jing Wanyan was not of such a background, or if she were a man like him, the position of Dalisi Temple would be hers.

  Jing Wan'er smiled slightly, very calmly, "What does sir think?"

  Pei Tan felt there was nothing wrong with it, he wasn't that kind of narrow-minded man who thought girls must belong to men.

  In other words, he is no longer the current Pei Tan either.

  "If you have a plan, I can cooperate."

  It's not in the Temple of Great Wisdom now, those ten yamen runners can't really take charge of the case, after all, it still depends on Pei Tan himself.

  "I heard in the palace that once upon a time, King Chang Le had a period of indulgence in the harem, surrounded by beauties."

  This harem was not where the consorts of Zhongzong lived, but in the deepest part of the palace, equivalent to the location of the Cold Palace. That place had no one going there for years, not even a single servant, so Zhongzong didn't care at all.

  So, who among those beauties could be there?

  "In that attic room, Hui Gen personally witnessed the romantic scene between Prince Chang Le and a woman, so he must die."

  A young monk, no matter how noble his status, can only become a tragic sacrifice to imperial power. This, Jing Yu'er knew all too well.

  Although he himself had a crush on the woman again, he wouldn't do anything about it. His reaction was purely instinctual.

  Pei Tan brought Jing Wanyu to the attic of that courtyard and told the little monk to take away the things inside.

  "What's going on?" The monk obviously didn't buy it, "Everything inside is from Qinglong Temple."

  "Just take away the evidence."

  The martial monk looked at them in surprise.

  "The attic is the scene of the crime, and everything at the scene of the crime should be presented as evidence. Although it can't be opened now, but the objects are also very important." Pei explained to the little monk with a gentle tone, rolling up his sleeves.

  "There's nothing left inside." The monk stared at him and said.

  Obviously Huigen's accident, what is in the house now has also been seen clearly.

  Pei Tan stared at the monk and said: "Take only one thing."

  The wooden fish was wrapped in a handkerchief and brought back into Pei Tan's house. Apparently, the bloodstains on the wooden fish had been wiped clean, nothing was left, and with current means, it would probably be impossible to find out anything.

  Jing Wan'er glanced at the wooden fish with a hook in her eye: "Wan'er really knows a way to make bloodstains visible."

  That is the secret art of the palace.

  Jing Wantong knew all this, but really didn't know what she had been through.

  "Nature isn't really visible," she said, looking at Pei Tan. "But when they commit a crime, they can't thoroughly wash away the bloodstains in time, at most just wiping them off, so Yuanyu's method can work."

  At noon, Master Shang came to deliver lunch for them. Jing Yu'er asked where the kitchen was, and the little monk looked at her strangely.

  Jing Wantong was in the kitchen, the little monk who was guarding her didn't dare to look at her, "Miss can't stay here."

  "I'll be fine soon," Jing Wanyi said.

  That little monk refused to go out and wait, but instead stared at Jing Yuanner. After all, this name of a demon girl still had to be borne by her.

  Jing Wan'er also seemed to ignore Little Monk and continued doing her own thing with her head down.

  Because Jing Wan'er's job was to deal with corpses, those palace maids who died miserably had to be handled secretly and cleanly, without implicating the nobles behind them.

  There is nothing that can't be done.

  Jing Wan'er took over the vinegar bottle on the seasoning rack and looked around, "Is there any wine?"

  The little monk looked as if he had received a shock: "This is a temple, how can anyone drink wine?" In Buddhism, both wine and meat are forbidden, not even to be mentioned.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes moved slightly, and at this time Pei Tan said: "Don't you use wine when pickling vegetables?"

  The little monk was exposed and said awkwardly: "That wine is all locked underground."

  Jing Wan'er glanced at Pei Tan, her mouth corners slightly raised.

  When the wine was brought, Jing Yu'er poured in the vinegar and even wanted to set it on fire. The wine and vinegar had to be boiled, and the kitchen almost caught fire, causing Xiao Heshang's face to turn ashen.

  Especially when everything was ready, Jing Yuanniang unfolded her handkerchief and took out a wooden fish.

  "Wait a minute, what are you going to do?!" Little monk said, "This is just the back kitchen, I'm going to call Master."

  Seeing this, Jing Yuane slowly held the wooden fish and said to him: "Your fellow monk Hui Gen is lonely underground, shouldn't you send a wooden fish to accompany him?"

  In ancient times, people were buried with burial objects. As a Buddhist monk, Huiyuan's burial objects should have been a wooden fish and prayer beads.

  Pei Tan saw Jing Wanyu lift the lid of the boiling pot and smelled the full house vinegar flavor, he looked at her thinking she was going to throw the wooden fish in.

  "Please close all doors and windows."

  There was only one door and one window in the kitchen. At this moment, the sun had already set. When the doors and windows were closed, the kitchen suddenly darkened.

  "Shall we not light some lamps?" Pei Tan asked her.

  Jing Wan'er said: "No need."

  She lifted her hand and placed the wooden fish above the pot. The scalding steam rose in white mist, enveloping the wooden fish within it.

  Soon the surface of the wooden fish was covered with water droplets.

  Even the little monk couldn't help but look over.

  "The material of the wooden fish is wood and cannot be boiled with water, so it can only be steamed."

  And see her being very patient, carefully steaming every side.

  Because it is unclear what part of the wooden fish was used by the perpetrator to strike Hui Gen, resulting in his death.

  Pei Tan slowly walked over to her side.

  He vaguely saw Jing Wanyu's hand tremble, and then looked at the top of the wooden fish, which slowly lit up.

  The entire surface of the wooden fish seemed to be radiating a faint, eerie glow.

  This faint light was pale blue in color, like a water stain that slowly spread across the wooden fish.