All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Chapter 7 Hot Potatoes
"Mu Shaoqing, Mr. Fu Zun, what do you two mean? What happened?" Shen Lingxi asked in a panic.

Zhao Zhifu bowed to Mu Huai'an, snorted coldly at Shen Lingxi with a black face, and walked to the main hall with a flick of his sleeve.

Mu Huai'an walked in front of her and lowered his voice: "Little girl, I have underestimated you before. You are young, but you have a lot of tricks. This time, you are playing quite big. The Tanhualang of the holy family, Zhenglong, overnight Let you ruin your official career, you are very capable."

"Why can't I understand what Mu Shaoqing said?"

He was alone, but Shen Lingxi didn't continue to pretend to be ignorant, "Isn't it all because of Li Tanhua's own fault? What does it have to do with me? Mu Shaoqing has always been jealous, so maybe he still wants to reverse the case for Li Tanhua ?”

"Whether it's related or not, I'll know right away." Mu Huai'an sneered, intending to scare her, "I look up the classics, and there is a secret technique in Yunjiang called silk puppet technique. You and your three accomplices don't even try to escape."

Since he mentioned the "three" accomplices, he must have had an insight into their movements last night.

Shen Lingxi lowered her eyes, her pink lips turned white.

The white bead flower on the head trembled slightly, and the lonely shoulders looked fragile and helpless.

She begged in a low voice: "I also ask Mu Shaoqing to be merciful."

"Stop pretending." Mu Huai'an stood up straight, his eyes full of ruthlessness, "If you agree to do things for me in the future and be there whenever you are called, I will still consider saving you this time. Otherwise, just wait Let your newly-acquainted father find you in the prison of Dali Temple. You beat the servants he sent just now, and you made such a big mess for him. With his temper, I don’t know if he will let you go. Fend for themselves in prison."

Shen Lingxi sighed slightly in her heart, but he still heard it.

"Once Lingxi returns to the Hou's Mansion, she will be a boudoir girl who can't leave the door. How can she work for Shaoqing again... Lingxi doesn't want to agree, but she can't help herself."

She presented the booklet in her hand to Mu Huai'an, and said earnestly: "This is the list of corpses stored in Fu'an Hall by Dali Temple earlier, please accept it by Mu Shaoqing. When I return to the Hou's Mansion, there will be someone in Xuanping Hou's Mansion." No matter if I can survive this catastrophe today or not, please Mu Shaoqing take care of Fu'an Hall in the name of Dali Temple, so that this place will not be poisoned by the Marquis."

The dignified Hou Mansion is a real daughter who opened a Yi Zhuang. If word spreads, where will the Xuanping Hou Mansion lose face.

Razing it to the ground was just a matter of a word from her half-way father.

Only under the protection of Dali Temple can he survive the disaster.

As long as Fu'an Hall can be preserved, Shen's coffin shop will be safe and sound.

Mu Huai'an frowned, naturally understood what she meant.

The Fu'an Hall was of some use to him, but he didn't take Joe anymore, and reached out to take the roster.

However, he is not someone who can be prevaricated with just a few words, and his tone was a little impatient, "Shen Lingxi, you and I have had so many exchanges, with your ability, if you are willing, you will live in the deep palace. There are ways to do things for me. Don't try to fool me, I will leave my words here today, if you refuse to agree to me, just wait and suffer."

After saying this, he walked towards the main hall.

Shen Lingxi looked at his back, her eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up invisibly.

In the main hall of Fu'an Hall, because Dali Temple has not yet taken over the case, Zhifu Zhao sat at the head, while Mu Huai'an sat at the bottom and listened.

The yamen servants carried Yaoniang's body out of the ice cellar and put it on the table in the middle, and let her do the autopsy.

At this time, Yaoniang was wearing plain clothes. Except for the delicate and lifelike makeup on her face, there was no trace of Li Anlin's appearance at the wedding.

The three assistants carefully inspected Yaoniang's limbs and joints. After the inspection, they looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

"How?" Zhifu Zhao straightened his face and asked directly: "Is there someone who placed organs in the joints of the corpse?"

Among the three, Wu Zuo, the oldest, came forward and reported: "Huifu Zun, the skin and joints of the body are intact, only embalmed, and there is no other abnormality."

Zhao Zhifu frowned.

Could it be that the Li family's wedding banquet was really haunted by ghosts?
Today's saints hate "witchcraft" and "theory of ghosts and gods" the most.

This case is now aroused in the capital, even if it is really a ghost, it cannot be closed with this, otherwise, the black yarn on his head will be hard to protect.

Zhao Zhifu pretended to be embarrassed and asked: "Mu Shaoqing thinks, how should we handle this case?"

Mu Huai'an stood up, walked to the corpse, took a clean long needle from the wooden box made by Wu Zuo, and personally inspected the knee joint of Yaoniang's corpse.

Confirming that what Wu Zuo said was the truth, his eyes couldn't hide his surprise.

The silk puppet technique in Yunjiang involves transforming the joints of the human body into mechanisms, and then manipulating them with tough filaments, so that the corpse can walk like a living person.

But the joints of this corpse are intact, and the skin has no trace of being cut.

This means that at the wedding banquet last night, the freely walking corpse was not manipulated by string puppetry.

As the young minister of Dali Temple, Mu Huai'an has handled countless cases, so naturally he would not believe that there are really ghosts in this world.

This Shen Lingxi must have a way he doesn't know to control the corpse.

Thinking of this, Mu Huai'an became more determined to take Shen Lingxi for his own use.

He casually threw the long needle back into the wooden box, walked up to Shen Lingxi, and said two words in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Please."

Shen Lingxi lowered her head and silently took half a step back.

The meaning of refusal is very clear.

She wished that the dog officer would arrest her and put her in jail, so why would she beg someone for this matter.

Seeing that she was unwilling to bow her head, Mu Huai'an's eyes were slightly cold, he turned and walked back, and said in a businesslike manner: "Although this corpse has not been tampered with, it does not rule out that someone pretends to be a ghost and deceives the public under the guise of the corpse. Dali Temple only takes over The case of Li Tanhua's murder of his wife and Yaoniang's fraudulent corpse will be dealt with in a separate case, which will be handled by the government office, and Zhao Zhifu can try it as he wants, so there is no need to ask the official again."

Zhao Zhifu cursed secretly in his heart, "What a treacherous fox bastard", he dared to take away the case that was easy to trial, leaving a hot potato, and let their government office take the blame.

Since he can't really use "ghosts" to close the case, what can he do?
For the sake of the official voice and the black yarn above his head, he had to find a living person to take the blame.

The orphan girl in front of her, who has neither identity background nor living relatives, is the most suitable.

He originally thought that this little girl had some friendship with this fox cub, so he came here in person.

Now it seems that you can act with your hands and feet free.

"Mu Shaoqing's words are very true." Zhao Zhifu turned his head and ordered to the Yamen: "Arrest this witch who dares to pretend to be a ghost in front of the public, and bring her back to the government for careful interrogation!"

(End of this chapter)