As soon as king Ning heard this, he was immediately happy: "so you know doctor Jiang, too!"
Fu Qiyi Leng: "do you know Jiang Weiwei?"
"Well, she saved me before. She's my Savior."
Fu Qi was delighted: "could you please let me see Wei Chen in Jiang Weiwei's face?"
King Ning said, "the emperor has orders. No one can see Wei Chen without his permission. But don't worry, I just asked the emperor's permission to see Wei Chen in prison in person. He is all right now. "
Fu Qi put his heart down and said, "that's good."
"Do you have anything else?"
"No more."
Ning Wang smiled kindly: "since you are all right, come and help me investigate the case. I happen to lack a helper here."
Fu Qi didn't know, so: "what case?"
"Naturally, it's the case of the prince's assassination. The emperor ordered me to find out the truth and find out the real murderer. Are you willing to help?"
Fu Qili was excited and nodded vigorously, "I'm very willing!"
"Get in the car over there."
Without help, Fu Qi quickly got into the carriage.
When the carriage started again, Fu Qi tried to ask, "where are we going?"
Ning Wang, with a heater in his arms, said leisurely, "Guangzhao temple."
The road was slippery in snow, and the carriage was very slow.
When they arrived at Guangzhao temple, it was two hours later.
Fu Qi helped Ning Wang out of the car.
Because of the assassination of the prince, all the monks in Guangzhao temple were banned and locked up in the monk's house in the temple. There are heavy soldiers inside and outside the temple. Outsiders are not allowed to enter and people inside are not allowed to come out.
Guangzhao temple, which has an endless stream of pilgrims on weekdays, now has a closed gate and thick snow in front of it. There is no lively scene in the past.
When the guard at the gate saw that he came to know King Ning, he immediately bowed his hands.
"See you, Lord."
King Ning said, "open the door and we'll go in and have a look."
The bodyguards had long been ordered by the emperor. Knowing that King Ning was investigating the assassination of the prince, they immediately opened the door and sent King Ning in.
Because the monks were under house arrest and could not go out, the snow in the temple was not cleaned, and the road was full of snow. A slight creak could be heard when stepping on it.
Fu Qi always held Ning Wang's arm for fear that he would fall.
Ning Wang walked carefully. He was too fat and old. If he fell, he could lose half his life, so he and the people around him were very careful.
It was not easy to walk to the jushilin. King Ning entered the house and sat down in a chair with a long sigh of relief.
"Finally!"
Going out to investigate a case in this weather is really a torture for a fat man like him!
Fu Qi looked around and said, "this is where the prince was assassinated?"
The bodyguard immediately replied, "yes."
"How much do you know? Come on. "
The bodyguard said everything he knew.
Fu Qi went to the bed. The blood on the bed had dried up and showed a reddish brown.
Just looking at these blood stains, you can imagine how much the prince was hurt at that time.
It was only a knife that stabbed so deep that the assassin obviously hit hard and wanted to kill the crown prince at one time.
Fu Qi then went to the place where the bodies of the two palace maids were lying.
The body of the palace maid has been removed, leaving only two pools of dried blood on the ground.
Fu Qi thought and said, "the assassin should kill the palace maid first, and then assassinate the prince. From here to the bedside, adults have to walk at least ten steps. Can't the ten steps make the prince hear?"
Don't underestimate ten steps. Such a distance is enough for the prince to jump out of bed and run to the window.
Ning Wang said, "I heard that the little prince slept very heavily at that time and didn't notice anything at all."
"Can normal people sleep so heavily?"
King Ning asked, "what did you think of?"
"I suspect the prince has been dazed." When Fu Qi said this, he had come to the table with two withered plum blossoms and a small incense burner.
King Ning asked, "do you have any evidence?"
Fu Qi opened the lid of the censer and looked at the spices in his eyes.
The spices have been burned out, leaving only some ashes.
Instead of answering King Ning's words, he looked at the bodyguard and asked, "is there a censer in every room here?"
The bodyguard nodded, "yes."
"Are all the spices the same?"
The bodyguard hesitated and said, "it should be the same. I'm not sure about this. I have to ask the monks in the temple."
King Ning asked, "do you suspect there is a problem with spices?"
Fu Qixian said: "if you want to use overpowering drugs, incense is the most appropriate tool. I think you can check this aspect."
King Ning glanced at his entourage.
The entourage came forward to take the censer, poured out the incense ash inside, wrapped it in cloth, and planned to take it back to find a knowledgeable person for identification to see if it contained ingredients causing coma.
Fu Qi made another turn, determined that there were no other clues here, and then said, "let's go to the monk's house?"
King Ning remembered the hardships he had just come all the way and quickly waved his hand: "I'm not leaving. Go to the monk's house if you want. If you have any questions, you can directly ask those monks and come back to me after asking. I'll wait for you here."
"Well, I'll be right back."
Fu Qi strode out of the room and came to the monk's house under the guidance of the bodyguard.
There are more than 200 monks in the monastery, including the old abbot in the temple.
Fu Qi met the old abbot first.
The other side is an eminent monk who is well-known in Bianjing. Even though he is now imprisoned, Fu Qi still respects him when he sees him.
"Master, I'm the prince of marquis Wu'an. I want to ask you about the assassination of the prince. How much do you know?"
The old abbot put his hands together and said everything he knew.
After listening, Fu Qi'an asked, "did you ever smell any strange smell when you entered the prince's room that day?"
The old abbot thought carefully: "no, there is no smell in the room except sandalwood and blood."
"Is sandalwood the spice in the prince's house?"
"Yes."
"Is sandalwood also used in other people's houses?"
"Not necessarily. Some people don't like sandalwood, so they use other spices, which depends on the situation."
"Can you show me the sandalwood spices in your temple?"
"All the spices are put in the storehouse, and the key to the storehouse is on the nine lamps." When the old abbot said this, he turned around and asked the little monk nearby to call Jiudeng.
Soon a handsome monk was brought over.
He is the nine lights in the mouth of the old abbot.
Jiudeng folded his hands and bowed to Fu Qi.
Fu Qi noticed that his right hand was missing an index finger.
The old abbot said, "give me the warehouse key."
Jiudeng made several gestures.
The old abbot asked, "isn't the key on you?"
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