Madam Song was also anxious, and she didn't care about so much when she heard this, so she quickly ran towards the courtyard behind. The scream seemed to be coming from the man's room. If something happened to the man, what would she give to her? Although the adult hadn't come here for many days recently, the money had never been missing at a penny of Bishuiting...

Zhang Liang frowned and ordered the yamen runners to say, "You are here to stay here, I will go and take a look."

"Yes!" The yamen runners were busy agreeing.

Shao Ting and Shao Qing looked at each other, followed Zhang Liang at the same time, and walked towards the courtyard behind them.

"Madam Song, could it be that the guests have played too much?" Shao Ting asked frowned. He was a regular visitor of Bishuiting and often played with some fresh tricks. It was a mess in front just now, but there were no personal soldiers of the yamen runners who broke into the yard where the girls lived behind. Maybe the guests hadn't left, so they played too much?

"No...No..." Madam Song shook her head repeatedly and said, "Listen to the sound, it should have come from Miss Dong's room. She doesn't accept guests..."

"Why?" Zhang Liang was puzzled. Where was the brothel girl who didn't receive guests? Could it be a geisha?

"She is a guest who has been kept for a long time." Madam Song explained.

Shao Ting, who was surnamed Dong for a long time, felt aroused in his heart and suddenly asked: "Madam, is she... called Dong Qing'er?"

Madam Song was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she said, "How did the young master know? I don't know what her real name is. Her stage name is Qian'er. Qing'er is the name given by her guest. No one knows it. Where did the young master know it?"

Shao Ting's face turned pale in an instant, Dong Qing'er...

While speaking, the four of them had already walked to a small courtyard. Madam Song raised her voice and shouted: "Qing'er...Miss Qing'er. Are you okay?"

The room is silent as if dead!

Zhang Liang knew it was not good. He pushed Madam Song open and went straight forward to push the door. Unexpectedly, the door was covered in vain. Zhang Liang pushed it, and the door opened with a creaking sound. Seeing this, Shao Ting quickly snatched in.

In the inner room, there was a carved wooden bed filled with paint. A woman from about twenty years old, tilted her neck and opened her eyes wide. She had already died in the bed straight.

A knife wound on the neck was not long, like a red plum blossom blooming on the snow. It was particularly eye-catching.

"Qing'er..." Madam Song's face was pale. She ran to Dong Qing'er in three steps and hugged her and burst into tears.

"Madam Song, please get out of the way and let me see!" Zhang Liang said anxiously.

"Yes!" Madam Song hurriedly wiped her tears, stood up, stepped aside, and Zhang Liang stepped forward. She looked at the wound carefully, and couldn't help but frown...

The wound is more than two inches long, one and a half inches deep, cutting the throat just right. Even if you can't bear to let go of your strength, it's enough to kill someone--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Brother, hurry up and take people to Tanxiangju, go!" Shao Ting said anxiously.

"Why is this?" Shao Qing asked in confusion. Tan Xiangju? The name should be a brothel...

"You must find a way to protect Tan Xiangju's head of the country." Shao Ting said anxiously with a pale face.

"Why?" Shao Qing asked with a little bit of a turning point.

"What do you know?" Shao Ting explained anxiously, "Who would be unable to get along with a brothel woman? The murderer was naturally coming to our family. Aunt Dong is from his father..."

As soon as Shao Ting said this, Zhang Liang and Madam Song were both stunned. Although Shao Qing heard him say it, he didn't care about it at all. He was stunned when he heard it, but Shao Ting didn't care about so much and said, "Then talking about Xiangju is our business. Now, do you understand?"

No matter how stupid Shao Qing is, he now understands that since Tan Xiangju is the business of the Shao family, then Tan Xiangju is in charge of the family, it is probably his uncle Shao Shedi. Now that Dong Qing'er has been killed, it is possible that the evil murderer will be killed.

"I'll go now!" Shao Qing said, hurried out and took his people straight to Tanxiangju.

Here, Shao Ting took a deep breath, looked at Dong Qing'er, reached out to apply his hand on her face, and asked her to close her eyes. He looked at her again. Dong Qing'er was not too beautiful, but her pointed chin was really like someone...

"Father is too bitter." Shao Ting sighed bitterly in his heart.

"Madam Song!" Shao Ting gritted his teeth, "If you leak a word about what's going on here today, from now on, you will not be able to open your Bishui Pavilion!"

"Little woman knows, I know!" Madam Song also knew the seriousness of the truth. Now that a murder occurred in her Bishui Pavilion, it spread out, and business naturally plummeted. Just a document from the Ministry of Justice was enough to seal her house.

"It's good to know!" Shao Ting lowered his face and ordered, "Let me find two appropriate old men and choose Miss Dong's clothes and jewelry for her to wear. I'll order someone to come and buy a coffin for burial."

"Yes, yes..." Madam Song hurriedly agreed.

Zhang Liang shook his head and said, "Young Master Shao, this is inappropriate. In such a murder case, the body of the deceased must be sent to the Ministry of Justice first, and the coroner will be tested..."

Shao Ting looked at him and shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhang, if you want the body of the deceased, you go to Shao Mansion tomorrow and ask your father for it. He agrees, so I have nothing to say. Although my father did not give her a title, she is the woman in her father's hometown after all, so I want to take it back and be buried with a happy life."

Zhang Liang didn't say anything, and Shao Ting's implication was clearly stated. Go to Shao Mansion to ask for someone? He was full and was full?

"Ah?" Suddenly, Madam Song suddenly screamed.

"What's wrong?" Shao Ting and Zhang Liang asked at the same time.

"Sir...Young Master... Look..." Madam Song pointed to the wall inside tremblingly.

Zhang Liang and Shao Ting snatched in at the same time, and saw a strange pattern on a wall inside the bed with bright red bloodstains - something similar to a snake, plated on a waning moon.

Golden Dragon Plate Moon?

Zhang Liang was shocked. This damn Golden Dragon Pan Yue actually killed people again under their noses. Moreover, this time he killed Shao She's outer room, so who will be next time? First, the princess of Prince An's house disappeared, and now the murder case of Bishuiting again?

"What is this?" Shao Ting asked in surprise. He looked at Zhang Liang's face and knew that he must know the details.

"The golden dragon and the moon are the royal badges of the former Yin Kingdom!" Zhang Liang explained, "This is not the first time such a murder case."

Shao Ting was also surprised. He originally thought that someone in the court was dissatisfied with Shao She, so he took personal revenge and killed his outer woman, but he never expected that such a seemingly ordinary murder case would actually involve the former Southern Yin royal family?

Zhang Liang's eyes fell on the wound on Dong Qing'er's neck again, and after a while, he said: "Mr. Shao, I think you know about the assassination case in Qingyao's villa?"

"Of course." Shao Ting nodded.

"Qingyao's villa is making trouble for the assassin. I went to the scene to see that the twelve personal guards of His Highness Fenghe Yuanhuan were all killed by a knife, and the wounds were exactly the same as Miss Dong now." Zhang Liang explained in a deep voice.

Shao Ting held the wall hard and barely stood there, but he couldn't hide his shock. After a while, he said, "Mr. Zhang, what do you mean by Fengheyuan killing the twelve personal guards is the same person as the one who killed Miss Dong now?" Shao Ting understood more than anyone else about the assassin in Qingyao Villa, but he naturally knew that the assassin went to two groups of people that day.

Among them, the most powerful master who used the sword was not his.

Zhang Liang looked at Dong Qing'er's wound again and nodded, "Yes, killers usually have their own characteristics - the twelve personal guards have their wounds on their necks, which are more than two inches long and one and a half inches deep, just right to cut the throat and kill people."

However, Qingyao Villa did not leave the Golden Dragon Panyue logo. Maybe... the killer's mission was not completed, so he did not leave the logo on the scene?

"Madam Song, hurry up and handle the funeral for Miss Dong, I'll come over immediately!" Shao Ting said, taking out a ingot of silver from his sleeve and handing it over.

Madam Song answered, nodded in a hurry to agree, Shao Ting said with a gloomy face: "Madam Song, I will tell you again, Miss Dong's affairs, if I hear a little wind tomorrow, I will seal your building."

"Yes, yes, yes... the little woman knows!" Madam Song nodded hurriedly.

"Mr. Zhang, let's talk about Xiangju?" Shao Ting asked Zhang Liang for his meaning.

Zhang Liang nodded and said, "Of course I have to go!" If this murder occurs, can he still want to hide?

Shao Ting had already walked outside with great strides. Zhang Liang was curious in his heart. It was rumored that the second son of the Shao family had only known to sleep in Hua Suliu and was very damn bad. His Majesty, the former appointed him as the commander of the third-rank inner guard. Everyone thought it was just relying on Shao She's merits, or that His Majesty was pampering His Highness Huan, who loved the house and the Wu, so he gave him an additional official position.

But now he is calm and sophisticated when he sees his business. Today, the Bishui Pavilion is a riot, so it is naturally a fault for the second prince. It is just a farce. Moreover, judging from his appearance, it may have been planned by him.

However, Dong Qing'er's death later was a complete accident. He was able to handle it in an orderly manner, which was rare, especially when he was calm and self-sustaining.

Outside, Shao Ting had already turned his back and ordered his servant to stay and handle Dong Qing'er's funeral, but he went straight to Tanxiangju. Zhang Liang also followed him with many yamen runners.

Tanxiangju is not far from Bishui Pavilion. Shao Ting went over and Shao Qing brought the people to greet him.
Chapter completed!