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Qingping's body was transported to the backyard of Tianqing Pavilion, because Qing Changqing insisted that Ding Ruoshui check Qingping from head to toe, and Ding doctor insisted on guarding Tianqing Pavilion, so everyone took a step back.

Ding Ruoshui's backyard autopsy in that room, and the people in this room who have been tossing around for half the night gathered in the main hall of Tianqing Pavilion, still have lingering fears.Everything that needs to be analyzed has been analyzed, and everything that needs to be reasoned has been inferred, but the murderer is still flying in the sky.

"Young Hero Chun, please drink some tea."

Ling'er and Xiaotao were ordered to serve tea, which shocked everyone in the room.

Chun Jinran took the hot tea from Ling'er, and the scent of the tea immediately soothed her tense nerves, so she smiled at Ling'er naturally: "Thank you."

Ling'er blushed, and lowered her head silently, but the slightly curved corners of her mouth revealed her mood, even if she didn't look at it, one could still imagine her cute appearance with a dimpled smile.

Chun Jinran also smiled unconsciously, this is the only moment that makes him feel beautiful tonight, it has nothing to do with lust, worldliness, love and hatred, hatred and bitterness, simple and clear, light and bright, just like summer A cool breeze, or a string of small bells on a girl's wrist.

... a bell?

Chun Jinran came back to her senses, and she heard the crisp bell sound. It turned out that it was not her imagination, but that Xiao Tao was indeed wearing a silver bracelet with a small bell on her wrist. As she brought tea to Fang Shulu next to her, , the bell bracelet made a light and crisp sound of jingling.

"This bracelet is very cute," Chun Jinran said in a natural tone, as if chatting casually, "It also matches your name very well."

The girl who was praised was still shy, but she didn't bow her head any more, and responded happily in a low voice: "I just asked the silversmith to beat me according to my name."

Chun Jinran raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise on his face: "You did it on purpose yourself? Ling'er wearing a bell bracelet is really clever."

"Actually," the girl was a little embarrassed, "Sister Xiaotao went to strike first. Madam is very kind to us every day, and rewards us with some silver from time to time. Later, Sister Xiaotao used the scraps of silver she had saved to find a silversmith to make bracelets. I watched If you look good, you can follow suit."

Chun Jinran looked at Xiaotao who was serving tea to Yuanshi in the far corner without any trace, the cuff of the arm holding the tea tray slipped slightly, revealing her white wrist, but she did not see the silver bracelet that Linger mentioned.

"Is Xiaotao also a bell bracelet?" Chun Jinran asked softly.

"No, no, if it's a bell, then it's not a bell." The little girl stuck out her tongue, unknowingly lost restraint, holding the tea tray in one hand, and gesticulating with the other, "Sister Xiaotao hit a peach, It's so beautiful to hang on a bracelet."

Chun Jinran raised the corner of her mouth slightly, with a touch of tenderness: "I think yours looks better."

Ling'er pursed her lips and smiled, but she didn't say anything else, just happened to be called by the Jiang family, and she ran away in a hurry.

Fang Shulu, who had endured for a long time, took a sip of tea and sighed quietly: "You're still a child, how can you do anything?"

Chun Jinran was puzzled: "What did I do?"

Pei Xiaoyi on the other side answered him: "Your words are frivolous, your eyes are full of spring, and you can do everything you can to seduce."

Chun Jinran: "...Is what you said and what I did the same thing!"

It doesn't matter if it's true or not, anyway, Young Master Fang can't take it anymore: "No, it's too sweet, I'm going to take it easy..."

Chun Jinran looked at the Young Master Fang who was running towards the ventilation of the window, and asked Pei Xiaoyi speechlessly: "Do you think he can't stand what I did, or what you said?"

Pei Xiaoyi shrugged: "No matter which one, it's very difficult to understand."

Chun Jinran rarely agrees: "Yeah, this is too new."

The two "old Jianghu who have seen the world" gain a brief illusion of sympathy while laughing at the "silly son of a decent family".

At this moment, Ding Ruoshui came back.

Qing Changqing quickly withdrew the hand that was about to pick up the teacup, got up anxiously and asked, "How?"

Ding Ruoshui shook his head: "There is no sign of poisoning, the fatal injury is the knife in the chest."

Qing Changqing slumped back on the chair in extreme disappointment: "In other words, there are no new discoveries..."

"No," Ding Ruoshui denied decisively, "I found something."

Qing Changqing's eyes lit up.

Everyone in the main hall was also startled or woke up, and turned their attention to this side in unison.

Ding Ruoshui didn't show off, and said directly: "Second Young Master's fatal wound is on his chest, but other than that, Second Young Master has no wounds all over his body. That is to say, the murderer was fatal with a single blow."

"So what?" Qing Changqing frowned, as if he didn't want to recall Qingping's tragic situation.

"Originally there was no problem," Ding Ruoshui said, "but just now I heard from everyone that the second young master once had a fight with the murderer."

"Yes," Chun Jinran said, "We rushed over when we heard the sound of fighting."

Ding Ruoshui: "That's strange. If the second young master had a fierce fight with the murderer, there should be other minor injuries on his body. Even if he didn't, his clothes shouldn't be in a mess. Moreover, the dagger hit the heart with one blow. It's hard to imagine a man in the middle of a fight with such precision."

"Unless..." Chun Jinran squinted her eyes, feeling that the fog in Qingmen was gradually dissipating, "There was no fighting at all."

"How is it possible?" Qingfeng immediately retorted, "The sound of fighting is very clear, didn't we hear it together?"

Qing Changqing also didn't believe it: "Ping'er has practiced martial arts since childhood, even in sleep, he is still a little bit alert, how could he allow others to attack with daggers, without the power to fight back?"

Chun Jinran didn't argue with them, the most urgent thing to do was to prove his guess, thinking about this, he turned out of the window and went straight to Qingping Courtyard.

In the blink of an eye, Chun Jinran has returned to Qingping's bedroom.The room was still the same as it was when the accident happened, but the tables and chairs were turned upside down, and the room was in a mess.Chun Jinran looked around, focusing on the copper and iron utensils, such as carved bronze mirrors, cast iron incense burners, copper washbasins... copper basins?

As if some kind of induction had occurred in the dark, Chun Jinran quickly walked to the copper basin that was overturned on the ground, squatted down and took a closer look, and sure enough, there were several traces of hard objects chopping on the bottom of the basin. There are two places that may be dented directly because of too much force.

Everything makes sense.

Why is there only fighting but no calling for help?Why throw away the night clothes?Why do all those who know martial arts have an alibi?Why... Qingping must die.

However, Qingping's death was resolved, but Qingyu's poisoning was still difficult.Although I already have some guesses and judgments, but without evidence, none of these can be established.And if only the truth about Qingping's murder is revealed, under Qing Changqing's furious anger, things will only become more chaotic, and the matter of Qingyu will be even more difficult to clarify.

Forget it, take one step at a time!

Chun Jinran, who had made up her mind, picked up the copper basin, hugged it tightly in her arms, and rushed back to the Tianqing Pavilion!

"Ah! There's someone outside the window—"

As soon as Chun Jinran stepped into the Tianqing Pavilion, she heard Xiaotao's scream from the main hall.He hurriedly ran into the main hall, only to see Xiaotao nervously pointing out the window, with a terrified expression on his face: "I, I just saw a black shadow, it seems... went up..."

above?

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, Jiang Yulong was the first to react, and shouted: "No!" After saying that, he rushed out of the hall and frantically ran upstairs to Qingyu's room!

The rest of the people also reacted and quickly followed.

Chun Jinran was standing at the entrance of the hall, and Jiang Yulong ran out rubbing his shoulders, so he became the second among all the people, and turned around and went upstairs almost following Jiang Yulong!

I saw Jiang Yulong coming to Qingyu's door, he was so anxious that he didn't even bother to use his hands, but kicked open the door with his feet, then quickly rushed to the bed, helped Qingyu up, and called out vigorously: "Fourth son! Son!"

Chun Jinran took two steps too late, and when he came to the bed, he found that the boy in Jiang Yulong's arms had the same complexion, but his lips were faintly blue, and more importantly, Jiang Yulong was sniffing at him!Be aware that such actions often mean...

"Dead?" Chun Jinran found that his voice began to tremble uncontrollably, not because he was afraid of death, but because this death could have been avoided!

Jiang Yulong was full of sadness and couldn't bear it, but still nodded gently.

The copper basin in Chun Jinran's arms fell to the ground, making a loud clanging sound, and the sound lasted for a long time, each sound was like a saw, ruthlessly scratching towards the softest part of the heart, until the copper basin was gone. Turning around again, the world and the human heart will return to death together.

"Do not--"

Ding Ruoshui roared away the stagnation and dullness in the room, like a shooting star in the gloomy night, piercing the entire sky!

He pushed aside the crowd and squeezed to the bed, pushed Jiang Yulong away, let Qingyu lie down again, then carefully checked the boy's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and cut his pulse extremely quickly.Although Chun Jinran didn't think that a dead boy would have a pulse, the persistence in Ding Ruoshui's eyes made him seem to have a glimmer of hope.

Withdrawing his hand to check the pulse, Ding Ruoshui didn't say a word, turned around and took out a cloth bag from the consultation box he was carrying during the autopsy just now, put it beside the bed and opened it, inside the bag was a row of silver needles.

In an instant, Qingyu's big acupuncture points were sealed with silver needles, Ding Ruoshui helped the boy to sit up, and then said to Qingchang: "Master Qingmen, it's up to you whether you can use your internal force to force the poison out. "

The old man who was already stupid came back to his senses and said, "Poisoned?"

"I don't have time to explain more now," Ding Ruoshui said eagerly, "I have sealed Master Qingyu's meridians with silver needles to prevent the poison from spreading, but this is only temporary. If the poison cannot be forced out with internal force, people will die." I really can't come back."

Qing Changqing finally understood, without further ado, he immediately sat behind Qingyu, adjusted his breath with luck, and soon put his palms against his son's back.

Ding Ruoshui stepped aside, pursed his lips, and his eyes were full of tension.

When discussing the cultivation of internal strength among the people present, Qing Changqing is naturally the oldest and the most powerful, but on the other hand, if even Qing Changqing can't force the poison, then even if Ding Ruoshui and Hua Tuo are alive, they won't be able to recover.

Physicians are nervous, and parents, brothers and friends are also nervous.

Everyone held their breath, hoping, waiting, and for a while there was an eerie silence in the room.

I don't know how long it took, as long as eternity, Qingyu finally spit out a big mouthful of black blood, although it was frightening, he really recovered his breathing.