Lu Che heard the sound and came out, he saw Lu Zheng squatting on the ground with his hands covering his forehead. He walked over helplessly, pulled his hands away and took a look. The rockery was rugged and the wound on Lu Zheng's forehead was not serious, only a small piece of oily skin was scraped off.

Lu Che shouted and asked the servant to call a doctor, and took Lu Zheng to the study.

Lu Qing was sitting in the main seat, and seeing his little son covering his head, he was angry and amused: "Why, now you don't go out to make trouble, but come home to steal?"

Lu Zheng simply didn't want to complain about this biological father. Did he say that to his own son?

Lu Che obviously felt that this was a bit too much, and he bowed to his father and said, "I will pay attention to what you said, father." He paused and said, "It's getting late, I'm afraid mother has prepared food and is waiting for father, son will send father off."

Lu Qing's face was embarrassed for a moment, and he immediately waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll go back first."

After Lu Qing left, Lu Zheng asked cautiously, "Brother, did I do something wrong?"

Lu Che shook his head, "Father's temper has always been like this, you don't have to worry." Lu

Zheng was stunned for a moment, what, is this to comfort him?

Before he could think about it, the doctor invited by the servant had arrived, and when Lu Zheng was given the medicine, it was completely dark. Lu Che said to him, "Have some food in my yard later, and have someone tell me at Zhu Tan Ju."

Pei knew that Lu Che wanted to keep Lu Zheng for dinner, so she asked someone to cook a few more dishes in the kitchen and sent a maid to Zhu Tan Ju.

When Lu Zheng sat at the table, he suddenly realized that when he was young, he often ate at his elder brother's place. His elder brother often took him out to play, and when he came back late, he would let him rest here. Pei treated him like her own son. When he came, the dishes on the table were all his favorites. Now that time and space have passed, he feels that the person in his memory is him.

Pei's father came from a military family and did not follow the rule of not talking while eating or sleeping. He smiled and changed the topic: "Bao'er came back today and kept shouting that she brought a gift for her uncle. Even when she fell asleep, she didn't forget it."

Lu Che asked, "How is Bao'er?"

"She still has a little cough, but fortunately she doesn't have a fever. She drank a bowl of white porridge earlier. I asked the wet nurse to take her to bed early, and I'll ask the doctor to see her tomorrow."

Lu Che nodded, and Lu Zheng was relieved. The infant mortality rate in ancient times was really too high. Even a small cold could take a life. He liked Lu Zhiyuan, this little loli, very much, and just hoped that she could grow up healthy.

Lu Che glanced at Lu Zheng and said to Pei: "By the way, ask the doctor to come and change the medicine for the third brother tomorrow."

Pei agreed. She had already seen the bandage on Lu Zheng's forehead and knew what happened in Lu Che's study. Knowing that Lu Che had something to say, seeing that they had finished eating, Pei left without a trace. The whole hall, including the maids, was cleaned out, leaving only the two brothers.

Lu Che lowered his eyes and used the lid to wipe the tea foam, then said: "Tell me, what did you hear?"

Lu Zheng curled his lips: "I was caught by you as soon as I came in, how could I hear anything?"

Lu Che raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

"Well, I only heard one sentence." Lu Zheng raised his finger, "Brother, who is Rong Nineteen?" He searched in his memory for a long time, but he really didn't have any impression.

Lu Che looked at him with a strange look.

"Brother?"

"Rong is the surname of the king, and the King of Chu is the nineteenth."

Lu Zheng was stunned. He couldn't remember it for a while, mainly because he didn't expect his father to be so bold, and he was also like this to the prince of the current dynasty... ahem, casual.

Lu Zheng asked quickly, "The King of Chu and father?"

Lu Che's face was still indifferent, "A few months ago, the King of Chu went to Yangzhou to investigate the salt policy. A few days ago, news came that the King of Chu was seriously injured. His Majesty was furious and wanted to send people to Yangzhou to investigate. My father appreciated Liang Jue, the eldest grandson of the Duke of Chengguo's Mansion, and wanted to sell him off, but he didn't know that the King of Chu's injury was not that serious. This was just his scheme to find out the mastermind behind the scenes. Several princes suffered heavy losses, and father was also... implicated."

This was exactly what Lu Qing was frustrated about. The King of Chu's injury was real, and the assassin was real, but the King of Chu was not injured accidentally, but it was premeditated. No one believed the news. Who would have thought that a prince would take the risk himself? What if he was assassinated?

Lu Qing had no idea. Liang Jue was the son of an old friend. He wanted to climb up the ladder, so he helped him. Who knew that not only did he lose face, but he also caused Princess Xiangyi to lose face in front of Emperor Yongning, and Yun Shi was angry when she saw him these days.

Liang Jue was innocent in this matter and apologized to him again and again. Lu Qing couldn't blame him anymore, so he could only vent his anger on the instigator, the King of Chu.

Lu Zheng originally did not have much impression of the King of Chu. This lord had spent ten years in the northern border in his early years, and he had not attended any banquets in the two years since he came back. But this did not prevent Lu Zheng from admiring him, especially after listening to Lu Che's analysis. No matter his means or courage, he was worthy of the word hero.

Lu Che mentioned it roughly, and seeing his brother's longing expression, he couldn't help but cover his forehead: "It's good that you know about this, but don't mention it in front of father, so as not to hurt his face."

Lu Zheng showed a knowing smile: "I know, brother."

"Okay, now tell me, why did you come to my yard before? Was it because you didn't hear enough of the teachings and are ready to listen to me again?"

Lu Zheng shook his hands hurriedly: "No, brother, I really have something to talk to you about."

"What is it?"

Lu Zheng organized his words: "I saw the Baiquanshan case file in your study last time."

Lu Che frowned slightly.

Lu Zheng said, "I have some opinions of my own that I would like to discuss with you, big brother."

"Oh?"

Lu Zheng said, "First, did the deceased go to Baiquan Mountain by himself, or was he taken there by the murderer? Second, why did the murderer desecrate the body by such cruel acts as peeling the skin after strangling the deceased? Third..." Lu Zheng hesitated, "This matter has been widely reported. Is there another force behind it?"

His three questions were on point, and Lu Che became interested: "Then tell me about it."

"First question." Lu Zheng raised a finger. "If the deceased went to Baiquan Mountain by herself, she was a weak woman, and she went to such a remote place so late at night. Most likely she had an appointment with someone. Then, could the person she made an appointment with be the murderer? If she was taken to Baiquan Mountain after her death, what was the murderer's purpose? Was it just to dispose of the body or because Baiquan Mountain had a special meaning to him?"

Lu Zheng was speaking seriously, so he didn't notice Lu Che's slightly wrinkled brows when he heard the special meaning of that sentence. He paused and said, "Discarding and destroying corpses are usually to cover up the identity of the deceased, but the murderer did not take away the deceased's clothes and small items, so this is not true."

Lu Zheng dragged a piece of paper and wrote on it:

A deceased person

has an appointment The special significance of Baiquan Mountain to the murderer

"The second question." Lu Zheng raised two fingers, "After the victim was strangled to death, the murderer went to the trouble of peeling off the skin, which shows that he hated the victim, and peeling off the skin is generally used for punishment, which shows that he thought the victim was guilty..."

Lu Zheng dragged over another piece of paper and wrote:

2. Hated the victim and claimed to be righteous

"The third question." Lu Zheng sighed, "Before that, can I ask first, is the murderer of Shui Miaoan and Baiquan Mountain the same murderer?"

Lu Che frowned: "The coroner examined the bodies and found that the victims were strangled to death before being skinned, and the skinning methods were very similar. It is indeed possible that it is the same person." "

Then the third question has an answer." Lu Zheng wrote a "three" on the paper.

"It is obvious that this was not the work of the murderer, but this behavior was approved by the murderer. The murderer killed the person and then cruelly peeled off the skin, and did not conceal the identity of the deceased in order to demonstrate his "justice". He hoped that this behavior could be discussed and recognized by others, so he quickly committed the second crime. This also shows that he hated not green willows, but all women, or all beautiful women."

Lu Zheng did not put pen to paper, and the ink from the tip of the pen fell on the fine rice paper, smudged out a black ink spot. He handed the three sheets of paper to Lu Che, shook his head and said, "Brother, there are too few clues. If I can go to the scene or meet the coroner who performed the autopsy, maybe I can analyze more."

Lu Che took the three sheets of paper and said nothing. He found that he didn't understand his brother at all. How did he, a spoiled young master, know all this? He could explain it so clearly and incisively. It was definitely not something that could be explained by a flash of inspiration.

"You want to go to the scene and meet the coroner?" Lu Che stacked up the three sheets of paper.

Lu Zheng nodded quickly.

"No."

"Why?!"

Lu Che raised his head: "Because we already have clues for the second case, and we can catch the suspect tonight."

"Really?" Lu Zheng asked happily, but he still felt a little disappointed in his heart. He originally thought that his analysis could help.

Lu Che saw his expression, thinking that he could catch the man tonight, and there was no need to hide it from him, so he said: "That man is the son of Decheng Hou - Jian Yu."

Lu Zheng couldn't believe his ears: "Who is it?"

"Jian Yu." Lu Che saw Lu Zheng's expression and asked calmly, "Do you know him?"

Lu Zheng shook his head hesitantly.

"Tell the truth."

Lu Zheng hesitated for a moment, thinking that he was always followed by two guards when he went out. Even if he didn't explain, Lu Che could ask the guards directly afterwards. So he nodded very calmly: "I met him at noon today."

Lu Che seemed a little surprised: "Where?"

Lu Zheng thought for a while: "In a restaurant not far from Xishi."

"Xishi!" Lu Che slammed his fist on the table, and Lu Zheng was startled.

Lu Che stood up, and finally sat down again in vain. He called his long-time attendant and said, "Go tell Captain Guo that the secret has been exposed. The person may have already escaped." He also sent someone to inform his deputy, "Since he got the news in advance, it is likely that someone leaked it. You should secretly investigate the person who leaked it. If you have a clue, you don't have to make a fuss. You must report this matter to Minister Liu as soon as possible."

He did all these things in front of Lu Zheng. Seeing that he did not stop him, his face relaxed slightly, and then he looked at him seriously and asked, "You have no intersection with him. When did you know him?"

"I didn't recognize him before." Lu Zheng hesitated, "but he seemed to recognize me..."

Lu Che's expression remained unchanged: "That's good, his identity is not good, and he committed such a serious crime. He is not the right person for you to associate with." Lu

Zheng wanted to say something, but Lu Che interrupted him: "No matter what, this person knows you, and I'm afraid you will encounter danger when you go out. You should stay in Zhutanju for the next few days.

" "But..."

"I will tell Changshan and Changshui to keep a close eye on you no matter how you act."

"Brother!"

"Aren't you going back? You don't even listen to your brother?"

Lu Zheng was very depressed, but seeing that Lu Che's face had darkened, he could only return to Zhutanju reluctantly.