After hearing Song Yuner's words, Yang Qiuchi felt a little comforted. Now he could only hope that Song Yuner's words were true. After a while, Liu Ruobing would come back. However, Yang Qiuchi knew that this time was completely different from before, and the hope of Liu Ruobing's own return was so slim.

What to do? An impulse arose in Yang Qiuchi's heart, wanting to search through the Jinyiwei nationwide. However, this idea was denied by him as soon as it arose. When Liu Ruobing captured himself, the commander and envoy of the Jinyiwei commander on the Huanghe Tower, the case was not yet settled. Liu Ruobing was still a criminal who was being investigated by the Jinyiwei. He sent her portrait to the Jinyiwei nationwide. Although it might not necessarily leak, it was always inappropriate.

Besides, this kind of Jinyiwei search may annoy Liu Ruobing if she turns against the enemy and hurt Jinyiwei, and then the matter will be even worse.

Moreover, based on the experience last time, the possibility of Liu Ruobing appearing in the town is very small. She is most likely to be hidden in the deep mountains. In those places, the Jinyiwei is beyond the reach. Even if she wants to go shopping in the city, she will definitely think of dressing up because she already knows that she is the commander and envoy of the Jinyiwei commander, and she is likely to use her power to search for her across the country.

Tracking with a little black dog? It is impossible. Yang Qiuchi did not bring the little black dog here in this investigation. If he went back to get it, it would take almost a day to go there. The wind on the top of the mountain was strong and the smell had long dissipated.

Yang Qiuchi had no choice but to hope that God would be pitiful, so that Liu Ruobing could change his mind and return to his side after giving birth to a child.

Yang Qiuchi and Song Yuner didn't know how long they had sat on the top of the mountain before they returned to the nunnery sadly.

Song Yuner helped Yang Qiuchi clean and treat the wound. Yang Qiuchi looked at the wound on her hand. She felt sad. Liu Ruobing must have seen her fall and knew that she had fallen heavily, but she had not even come out to see her, so she must have made up her mind to leave her. She couldn't help but feel sad again.

Song Yuner treated Yang Qiuchi's wounds, served him to take off his official robe outside, forced him to go to bed, and then sat on the head of his bed to guard him.

It was not the first time that Yang Qiuchi and Song Yuner were in the same room, and it was the first time they were in Beishao Village. Song Yuner had never seen Yang Qiuchi so sad. She thought it was true that the master refused to accept him as his apprentice and was sad. She loved him and was a little worried, so she kept accompanying him.

Yang Qiuchi felt sorry for Song Yuner. At this time, he also hoped that she could stay by her side. There were only the two of them in this little Zen temple. Whether Song Yuner could go back to her room or not, outsiders didn't know, so he hugged Song Yuner's slim waist sitting at the head of the bed, and didn't want to speak, feeling sad and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

When they woke up, it was already bright. Song Yuner and Yi were lying beside Yang Qiuchi, sleeping soundly, with one arm still holding him. The two of them slept with Yi and slept all night.

Yang Qiuchi gently took Song Yuner's white arm off her body. With this gentle movement, Song Yuner woke up, opened her eyes, and saw Yang Laichi. She blushed and asked with concern: "Brother, are you awake? Are you sleeping well?"

"Hmm! Where are you?"

"I... I was going to watch you sleep with you, but later I was so sleepy that I lay down and fell asleep for some reason..." Song Yun'er said softly, turning over and getting out of bed, tidying her dress.

At this moment, Nangong Xiong's voice came from outside the courtyard gate: "Master Yang! Yuantong and three masters have brought it back."

Yuantong Yang Qiuchi's head had not turned around from the sadness of last night. He frowned and thought for a while, then he remembered that Yuantong and three nuns were waiting for the mountain to beg for alms. Because Yuantong was suspected of committing the crime at that time, he sent a team of Jinyiwei to arrest them overnight last night. Unexpectedly, Jinyiwei was very efficient in his work and caught them in one night.

However, Yuanmiao has admitted to the murder, and this case can be closed, but Yuantong doesn't need to be arrested.

Song Yuner knew that Yang Qiuchi was about to investigate the case. Of course, this official must wear an official robe when investigating the case. However, Yang Qiuchi's official robe sleeves were hung last night, with blood marks everywhere, and there were no extra official robe. So, after Song Yuner took off Yang Qiuchi's clothes last night, she immediately washed the official robe, wrung it out and hung it in the house.

It's June day now, and the weather is stuffy and the official robe is dry all night. Song Yun'er walked to the corner of the house to get the official robe and suddenly screamed: "Brother~! My master has been here! I have also left a note!"

Ah!? Yang Qiuchi was surprised and rolled out of bed, ran over to give birth naked: "Where is it?"

Song Yuner pointed to Yang Qiuchi's official robe hanging on the rope in the corner of the room: "Look!"

Yang Qiuchi looked at her finger and saw a small note on his official robe, and he pinned it on his official robe with a hairpin. Yang Qiuchi was so happy that he almost jumped up, ran to the window and shouted loudly: "Liu i...Senior Liu!"

"Stop calling. If Master wants to see you, she will come by herself. Since she doesn't show up, she may be dozens of miles away at this moment," Song Yuner said with a smile, her head tilted, and her big eyes flashed: "I'll tell you, my master will come back!" After a pause, she smiled and said, "Hey, why don't you call me Master Sister Liu? Hehe."

Yang Qiuchi thought that Song Yuner made sense, so she didn't bother to joke. She carefully pulled out the silver hairpin and took down the note and saw that it said:

You asked if there is no return date,

The night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pond.

Why should we cut the candle in the west window together?

But I talk about the night rain in Bashan.

After reading this poem, Yang Qiuchi was both happy and sad, and suddenly realized that Liu Ruobing must have been on the top of the hill last night. He saw that he was sad and couldn't bear it, so he used Li Shangyin's poem to suggest that he would meet.

But what day will it be when we cut the candle in the west window together? Bashan night talk, how empty and ethereal it is, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe for the rest of our lives.

Song Yuner took the silver hairpin and looked at it, saying, "That's right, it's Master's."

Of course, Yang Qiuchi knew him, and how many times he and Liu Ruobing had clouds and rains, how could he not know the small silver hairpin on her bun? Liu Ruobing's beautiful handwriting Yang Qiuchi had never seen many times before. When he saw things and thought of others, Liu Ruobing's cold and beautiful face appeared before his eyes, and his heart felt sad and melancholy.

Seeing Yang Qiuchi's expression was gloomy, Song Yuner shook his arm: "Oh! Master has left you a note and said that there will be a day to meet. He will definitely come back." After a pause, he said, "My master must be moved by your sincerity in becoming a disciple. Let's do this, when I see Master, I beg you for mercy, okay?"

"Yeah! OK." Yang Qiuchi saw the note of Liu Ruobing, and hope ignited in his heart. He carefully folded the note, put it in his arms, and looked at it with the silver hairpin. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yun'er had already said, "You can keep this silver hairpin, and you will return it to her when my master comes back."

"Okay!" Yang Qiuchi looked at Song Yuner gratefully, so he carefully put the silver hairpin into his arms.

Song Yuner took off Yang Qiuchi's official robe and put it on the bed, found needles and threads, and clumsily sewed Yang Qiuchi's robe.

Song Yun'er was born in a family of officials, and she had never done any needlework. Yang Qiuchi returned to the bed and sat down. Seeing her busy sewing clothes for herself, she chuckled gently.

Song Yuner was already panicked. When she heard Yang Qiuchi laughing, she thought she was laughing at her and couldn't do needlework. She was even more panicked. She was not careful and the tip of the needle was pierced on her finger. She shrank her hand so much that she shook her hand and let out a soft cry.

Yang Qiuchi grabbed Song Yuner's plain hand, picked up the white green onion finger and looked at it. A small round blood bead emerged and hurriedly put her finger in her mouth.

Song Yuner was very embarrassed and felt Yang Qiuchi sucking her fingers, slipping and itchy. Her body was restless, her eyes were circulating, and she called out in a trembling voice: "Brother~!"

Yang Qiuchi had already let go of her hand, looked at it, there was no blood on his fingers, and said, "Okay, no bleeding."

He held Song Yuner's crystal clear palm as white jade and said, "Yun'er, your hands are so beautiful, you really don't look like a martial arts practitioner."

Song Yuner smiled and said, "What? Should the martial artists have big and thick ground hands be the same as the old tree bark?" He pulled back his palm, lowered his head and continued to sew Yang Qiuchi's official robe.

"No, no, I mean your hands look so thin and transparent, and you never thought you could burst out with such a great amount of strength."

"Hehe, if you practice martial arts and still don't have much strength, then why are you practicing martial arts?"

"That's right." Yang Qiuchi nodded, looking at Song Yuner's simple hands, which were slowly becoming more skillful in sewing, her heart moved, and she remembered the little nun Yuanmiao, and she felt something was wrong.

Liu Ruobing has already tried that Yuanmiao does not know martial arts at all. Since Yuanmiao is so weak, how can he strangle Yuanhui to death?

Last night, Yang Qiuchi was thinking about how to resolve Liu Ruobing's Jianbing, and Yuanmiao quickly admitted his guilt. Therefore, Yang Qiuchi didn't have time to think about this case. Now that he calmed down, he found all kinds of suspicious things.

You should know that strangling means dying by relying solely on human hands without using tools. Forensic theory believes that it is difficult for an adult to simply strangle another adult. Generally, there is either the physical strength and strength difference between the two, and the deceased will generally have a relatively obvious resistance to injury, or the victim is unconscious, drunk, etc., unable to resist.

The deceased Yuanhui did not have obvious resistance to the injury. Could it be that she was already in a coma at that time? Or drunk? No, monks do not drink alcohol. The latter is unlikely. The most likely is that the deceased fell into a coma before being strangled to death.

How to check for coma? Extract gastric contents and internal organ tests? It is not feasible. This was in the Ming Dynasty. It is possible to extract blood for toxic substances. For example, stillation drugs will remain in the blood and can be tested. However, the reagents for the equipment used for toxic substances were installed in another large aluminum alloy cabinet. Together with the DNA testing equipment, they were smashed down by the big stones on the two floors washed down by the mudslide.

In addition to being poisoned and unconscious, there is another possibility that it is to be strangled to death by someone who is obviously stronger than the deceased. If it is in a softer place on the bed, it may not form obvious resistance.

If this is the case, it would not be the weak Yuanmi who did it. She would have to strangle Yuanhui with her strength, which would be almost impossible to accomplish.
Chapter completed!