The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 105 The autopsy was fruitless, and he took the risk

The sun is sinking into the red shadow, and thousands of households have died, but the Star Tower still stands in the setting sun, which is extremely eye-catching.

At the end of the second day, Yu Qiansi and Bo Yi brought Zhang Yilun in disguise, and the three of them entered the palace again.

The bluestone slabs behind the Zhaixing Building are exceptionally clean today.

The bloodstains from yesterday are now only left with strands of light brown, hidden in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, making the outline of the wind and frost on the slate more obvious.

But it won't be long before they will be buried by new dust and return to a few ordinary stone slabs.

Or it can be said that every stone slab in this palace is like this, it is a shiny atmosphere nourished by blood.

Boyi's eyes were always full of emotion, and he never left her body.

Since yesterday, Yu Qiansi has noticed that his eyes are always locked on her, but she understands that she and him are just using each other, too close is not good, so she can only pretend not to know.

However, the tacit understanding between the two cannot lie.

Zhang Yilun on the side was both happy and nervous, his pale face turned pink.The black Wuya guard uniform wrapped around his body a few times, but it was still flimsy.

Boyi still finds it difficult to understand, is there really someone in this world who is like a fish in water at night, but sluggish during the day?The autopsy also had to pick such a time, and he even doubted whether Zhang Yilun would do the autopsy in the daytime.

Outside Jinxiu's door, there is a maid standing, she is the guide maid who came to lead them to Furong Palace by envoy Yu Aning.

"Fu Rong."

Walking in front of the palace gate, Yu Qiansi looked up, feeling extremely ironic.

Lin'an's life is miserable, why come Furong?

The place is remote, and the ethereal sound of the Buddha's horn can be faintly heard from the door, which further highlights the desolation and loneliness of this place.

Yu Anning entered the palace ahead of them today, with a half-hearted desire for revenge, she pointed out that a group of palace people in Furong Palace were going around and sent them away.

However, Fuquan was not easy to deal with.

Seeing that Yuqiansi had arrived and time was running out, he had to use his trump card: crying and making trouble.

I heard that there are still a group of courtiers arguing endlessly about Lin'an in Yuchen Palace today, and they are half really angry, clamoring to go to Yuchen Palace to teach these old bastards a good lesson.

Fuquan's heart was pounding, and he hurried to stop him.Seeing this, Yu Anning drew him away.

Yuqiansi ordered the maid to lead the way to take a few monks to rest.

Seeing this, Boyi immediately retreated to the gate of the palace to watch out.

Zhang Yilun, who was dressed in Wuya's guard uniform, found two big bags from nowhere, handed one to Yu Qiansi, and held the other by himself. The two stood on both sides of the jade coffin.

Just as he was about to start, he caught a glimpse of the incense in the hall.

"Soft Corpse Fragrance?"

Both of them were taken aback.

Careless.
Yuqiansi suddenly remembered that the funeral of the gentry's noble family inevitably had a hideous face when looking at the remains, so they were used to lighting soft corpse incense.

She looked at the corpse in the coffin. It was covered with an exquisite plain mask. Although it looked like a human face, there were no facial features on it, but various exquisite flowers embroidered on it.

People have fallen like this, what kind of corpses are there to pay respects to, and what kind of soft corpse fragrance is there to smell!
"Is there any other way?" she asked.

Zhang Yilun nodded, and lifted the mask to check, but the tentacles were soft and rotten.

Full of disgust, he said "Yi——" and said, "Is your head on the ground first?"

When he was mentally prepared, he put the mask aside, carefully picked up the corpse's head and shook it from side to side, and found that the joints moved flexibly.

Sighed: "This is really the best soft corpse fragrance." The corpse spots have dispersed a lot.

Only in this way, it is even more difficult to distinguish the cause of death and the time of death.

She simply lifted the upper body of the corpse lightly, half of her body leaned into the coffin, stretched her neck to look at the back of the corpse, but it was completely white.

Yu Qiansi's hands that helped her hold the corpse's shoulders froze slightly, but said nothing.

Zhang Yilun motioned for her to put down the corpse, and touched his face, unable to do anything.

"The head has turned into a rotten persimmon. I'm afraid there are only a few teeth left. I don't know if they picked it up. I can't judge the bleeding of the gums."

Bleeding gums can tell whether the deceased died of suffocation.

Because Yuqiansi mentioned yesterday that there was a scratch on the outside of the forearm of the corpse, she also suspected this possibility, so she checked it out.

After thinking about it, he took out an extra long silver needle, and went all the way down from the throat to the stomach.

"Silver needles are no different."

Yu Qiansi nodded silently.

"The whole body is broken."

Indeed, it should have fallen from a very high place, but after a person dies and is thrown from a high place, these marks can also be left behind.

"There is a slight scratch on the outside of the forearm?"

Zhang Yilun untied his complicated clothes, made gestures, and said: "There is a semi-circular and slight corpse spot on the sacrum, which is about one span wide."

But this mark disappeared when it extended to the waist, and there was no such mark on the abdomen.

Zhang Yilun stopped what he was doing, puzzled: "Strange."

He wrinkled his face, and said helplessly, "Is it really impossible to do an autopsy?"

"It's not impossible." Yu Qiansi looked outside the door and made up his mind: "But are you sure you won't leave any traces?"

Zhang Yilun's eyes were bright, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have a way, and no one will find out!"

Yuqiansi made up his mind: "I believe in you, and the battle will be settled quickly."

There was a sudden quarrel outside the door, bluffing, somewhat familiar.

"How is it?"

Yuqiansi was rarely nervous, and stared intently at the closed door, as if exerting her thoughts, trying to block the unkind footsteps of outsiders.

"All right!"

Zhang Yilun was sweating profusely.

The two hurriedly restored everything, and carefully put the mask back on the corpse. Yu Qiansi hurriedly knelt back, and Zhang Yilun stood in the shadow on the side of the mourning hall with his head down.

As soon as he stood still, the door was pushed open by an external force.

Those who came were Dali Temple Qing Su Fengcha and Shang Fu.

Seeing this situation inside the door, the two looked different.

Shang Fu was obviously relieved, but Su Fengcha raised his beard and rushed to the coffin in big strides. It seemed that everything was going on as usual, but his clothes were slightly messed up.He was a little impatient, and hurriedly touched and counted, and the knots were missed twice!
He was overjoyed, and proudly looked at Yu Qiansi who was standing there in plain clothes.

"Haha, Yu Qiansi, I knew it, you are so bold! How dare you touch the princess' jade body!"

Yu Qiansi shook his head, and said helplessly: "Lord Su, which eye of yours saw me touch the princess? But you, the lord, didn't worship after entering the mourning hall, and rushed straight to the coffin of Her Royal Highness the princess, and in front of us all Personally, you are the disrespectful person who took the initiative to fight against the princess!"

Su Fengcha was at a loss for words for a moment, but immediately turned around and looked at Zhang Yilun who was standing in the shadow.

"Don't think I don't know, this is the Yizhuang boy who lived with the dead! You brought him into the palace, not to examine the corpse, did you come here for an outing?"

"Oh, Mr. Su is so clever, he guessed it right away! I just saw that little Yilun stayed in the Yizhuang every day, doing nothing. So I took him out for an outing."

The accent was on the words "extremely clever", and those bright fox eyes did not forget to glance at his official hat.

Su Fengcha only felt that the spirit of the sky was cold, and he was angry while holding his official hat.

Shang Fu at the door gave a "puchi" smile.

There are too many messages in one sentence, and he can't tell which one is more funny.

Everyone in the court knew that Su Fengcha had thin hair, but no one dared to say anything about the good tea in his hand.

And Master Yu's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense is truly amazing!Bring a patriarch into the palace for an outing?She dared to answer this sentence.

He knew in his heart that this was definitely not the time to laugh out loud, but he still couldn't help it, his face was flushed from holding back, tears were in his eyes, and his whole body was trembling.

Yu Anning also rushed back at this time, and entered the house with Deming.

Seeing that Su Fengcha was still standing beside the coffin, pressing his official cap, looking furious, he was startled.I thought the autopsy was discovered.

"What is Master Su doing standing in the mourning hall?"

Seeing Deming appearing, Su Fengcha quickly cupped her hands and saluted: "Elder-in-law, when I came here, I saw the princess's clothes were messed up, someone must have touched the princess secretly!"

He stared at Yu Qiansi, his meaning was self-evident.

Yu Qiansi's vortex was full of vitriol and provocation, and she pretended to be surprised: "What! Besides Mr. Su, who else dares to touch the princess? You are so daring!"

Seeing Yu Qiansi's fearless appearance, Yu Anning was also slightly relieved.

"Yuqiansi! You are talking nonsense, I found out that Lianyi had been touched by someone, so that's why..."

Seeing that he couldn't explain clearly, he went down to the mourning hall, dragged Deming to the side of the coffin, pointed to the princess's belt in the coffin, and said, "Look, Mr. Deming, there are two knots missing in this belt!"

Deming was so frightened that he covered his eyes again and again, yelling "Ouch, Ouch".

He had already seen the tragic situation of the princess yesterday, but he had a nightmare all night.What's more, the princess's remains, but he, a servant, can look up at will?
But amidst Su Fengcha's reluctance, he looked through his fingers, and it was indeed wrong.

"The young man brought by Yuqiansi is a gangster! They must have secretly conducted an autopsy, which is disrespectful!"

Deming was worried, why did he encounter such a situation?If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have worked so hard to make the princess happy.

"Master Yu here."

"Elder-in-law, I don't know what to wear or wear, and I have never been near the coffin just now. I checked it yesterday, why do I need to sneak here today? On the contrary, it is Mr. Siqing who just entered the mourning hall and did not offer incense. To pay respects, I rushed over and touched the corpse in the coffin, who knows if he loosened his belt in the midst of the chaos?"

"You are talking nonsense and spitting blood! The old man has read the books of sages, how could he do such an insulting thing!"

"Master Su's words are wrong. Regardless of the distance, Liu Fang in the Northern Dynasty and Ruan Dianfu in the Southern Dynasty, which one is not a son of a noble family who has read poetry and books?"

"You——you actually put this old man together with those treacherous ministers who made troubles in the court, you—!"

These two are both thieves and sycophants who lead the monarch to prosper in the daytime.

Bo Yi pushed Shang Fu, he staggered, and lifted his official cap, knowing that he could no longer watch the theater.

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