The little wife of the general's family is cruel and flirtatious

Chapter 5 Night Quest Zuofu
White lanterns were hung at the gate of the left house, and the servants were busy in and out, and there were faint weeping sounds in the mansion, which could be heard from time to time.

"Hurry up, hurry up, these are all things for the eldest son to be buried with, so be careful."

One after another, black lacquered cypress boxes entered the left mansion like flowing water.

Although Nan Zheng had a steady temper, the guard ignored them for a long time, and couldn't help saying coldly: "Check out the bad guys..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked by Chu Qingyun: "The villain's family found out about Young Master Zuo, so they came to express their condolences."

The soldiers of the Zuo family's mansion saw that the two were wearing coarse white robes, and thought they were poor scholars who came to curry favor with Zuo Shangshu.

What kind of place is that villain's mansion? It's a cannibalistic hell that you can't get out of once you enter it. The guards are bent over, and dare not come out: "My lord, the little ones have eyes but no eyes. Please come inside, my lord."

The garden in Zuofu is not big, there are several snow-covered rockeries, a frozen pool, and a gazebo.

This gazebo should be the gazebo at the time of the accident as the sparrow said?

"My lord, the mourning hall is located in the side hall, just go straight there."

"You go, Zuofu is busy now, we can find a way." Chu Qingyun sent away the soldiers.

At the end of the corridor, smog was lingering, and the incense gave off a pungent smell. The coffin with golden silk auspicious cloud patterns on a black background was placed upright in the side hall.

The second son from the left led the juniors of the Zuo family to kneel in front of the coffin, and Mrs. Zuo fell to the ground crying.

Chu Qingyun looked sideways, Madam Zuo is acting pretty well.

This Zuo Siming is not her own. Speaking of it, the two should be incompatible.

Think back then, Zuo Shangshu had just taken in a concubine, now the Lan family.

Zuo Siming's mother, Qi's family, died suddenly, leaving only the eldest son Zuo.

Lan successfully took the position of main wife, and had a son and a daughter, the second son from the left and Zuo Hanyu.

Chu Qingyun took the incense handed by the butler, took two steps forward, and was recognized by Mrs. Zuo before she lit it.

"Why are you? Our Zuo family doesn't welcome you?"

The housekeeper behind him didn't know Chu Qingyun's identity, and when he heard Madam Zuo's words, he immediately called two soldiers from the surrounding government to surround Chu Qingyun.

"Nanzheng."

Before the government soldiers got close, they were blocked by the dagger in Nan Zheng's hand, unable to get close for half a step.

"Madam Zuo, I'm not here for the General's Mansion today." Chu Qingyun shook the incense stick in her hand, a thin wisp of smoke rose from the air, and her eyes were playful: "Did you see, today I tied my hair and wore men's clothes , represents the House of Bad People, Madam won’t accept condolences from the House of Bad People?”

Madam Zuo was so choked that she couldn't speak, she pointed at Chu Qingyun's hand trembling.

"My lord, don't blame me. The mother lost her beloved son, and she was so sad that she said such things. The Zuo family is very grateful that my lord can come today."

Zuo Sishen, the second son from the left kneeling beside him, got up and bowed his head to Chu Qingyun in salute.

Chu Qingyun looked up, her head was raised too high, the wound was torn, and there was a dull pain.

She frowned. This person was tall and tall, with a height of more than seven feet.

Although this person spoke beautifully, his eyes were frivolous, without a trace of sincerity.

"The second son from the left is polite. The eldest son and I both work for His Majesty, so I naturally have to come to express my condolences."

Chu Qingyun picked up the incense, bowed three times quickly, inserted it into the incense burner, bent down to salute without saying a word, turned and left.

"My lord, aren't we going to investigate the case?"

The accident happened in the morning, and within half a day, the person entered the coffin, and the coffin was set up, with three floors inside and three floors outside, what a ghost.

Chu Qingyun took off her white robe and threw it to Nanzheng: "There are too many people in the past during the day, come back at night."

"My lord, aren't we going to investigate the case?"

The accident happened in the morning, and within half a day, the person entered the coffin, and the coffin was set up, with three floors inside and three floors outside, what a ghost.

Chu Qingyun took off her white robe and threw it to Nanzheng: "There are too many people in the past during the day, come back at night."

At night, Chu Qingyun changed into black clothes and sneaked into Zuofu with An Jiu and Nan Zheng.

"My lord, why is this Zuo Mansion so quiet?"

"Before the mourning hall, there was no one who guarded the spirit."

According to the rules, the wives, children, and brothers should keep vigil for the deceased until the burial.

"No one is more convenient for us to investigate and work." With a push by Chu Qingyun, the coffin lid instantly shifted, and it stopped at the back end of the coffin so that the entire body could be exposed without falling and making a sound. .

Nanzheng looked at the corpse, covering his mouth and nose with a cloth towel: "My lord, the corpse is already smelly, let the subordinates come down."

In fact, Nan Zheng didn't think that the new female adult had the ability to get clues from the corpse.

Chu Qingyun knew the little Jiujiu in his heart, so she didn't pierce it, but nodded in agreement.

Whether these five battalions are a group of wine bags and rice bags, or whether they really have potential, you have to try to know.

Nanzheng took out a brown cloth bag from his chest. After unfolding, all the tools for autopsy were available.

Nan Zheng opened Zuo Siming's eyelids, checked his mouth and nose, and then unbuttoned his clothes to check the bones and skin all over his body.

After a while, Nan Zheng nodded to Chu Qingyun, indicating that the inspection was completed.

"How's it going?"

"The deceased, male, was more than six feet tall. He died for about eight hours. His body was in a state of rigor, his whole body was blue, there was no foreign object in his mouth and nose, his pupils were slack, and there was no damage to the skin or blood on his body. Homicide can basically be ruled out."

Chu Qingyun nodded, after all, she has been trained, let's barely pass.

"The inspection is correct, but..." She approached the coffin and looked at the corpse.
"However, although this corpse looks like a natural death, Nanzheng, you have overlooked one point. The sparrow said that Zuo Siming died suddenly. If he died suddenly, under the blue color of the corpse, there will be faint bruises all over his body. spot."

Nam-jeong moves closer to the body and checks it out again.

"No bruising."

He looked at Chu Qingyun with a hint of surprise. He never thought that a woman would know the dead so well.

"Open your eyelids and take a look."

"Yes." Nanzheng opened the eyelids of the left young master, on the gray eyeballs, the pupil of the left eye was obviously bigger than the pupil of the right eye.

"Adults predict things like gods. It is true that they did not die naturally. After a normal person dies, the pupils should be the same size."

"Give me gloves and a face towel."

This time, Nanzheng didn't dare to push him any further, and handed over the clean tools respectfully.

Chu Qingyun lifted the upper body of the corpse and leaned on her shoulder. She looked at his neck seriously, and there was nothing unusual about the blue-gray neck.

She simply took off her gloves, closed her eyes, and touched the dead with her hands.

"My lord, don't..." Although Nan Zheng believed in Chu Qingyun's expertise, he still instinctively panicked: "If he died of poisoning, it's very dangerous, my lord."

Chu Qingyun raised the corner of her mouth, this Nanzheng was a little more pleasing than in the daytime.

"Don't make a fuss, he didn't die from poisoning, so come and help me."

After finishing speaking, Chu Qingyun closed her eyes again, tilted her head, and felt the touch on her fingers.

Her slender fingers slid across the stiff but smooth skin, and the fingertips were cold.

Here... no, Chu Qingyun shook her head.

The fingers continue to move.

Still the same.

Where exactly?
……

here?

right here.

Chu Qingyun was overjoyed: "Nanzheng, here."

(End of this chapter)