Crazy criticizes the regent for reading my mind and his character collapses

Chapter 14 Miss Nan, you are so awesome
"Does it hurt?" Li Qingmo still asked.

Nan Xi pursed his lips, "Yeah."

[Why are you so long and hard? 】

【It would not be beautiful if the nose was flat. 】

Li Qingmo sighed: "I am not a superficial person who only values ​​appearance."

I won’t dislike you because you are not beautiful.

Nan Xi: "?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty."

[Hmph, you are good-looking, so of course you have the confidence to say that. 】

She let go of her nose and it no longer hurt, and asked, "Your Majesty, where are we going?"

Li Qingmo glanced at her nose: "Autopsy."

Because Wu Zuo concluded that Qi Zihao did not die in an accident, his body had been sent to Yizhuang on the outskirts of the city.

There are many coffins in Yi Zhuang, most of them are empty, and only a few of them contain unclaimed bodies. When the time comes, the people here will pull them to the mountains and hide them casually.

"I've met the regent." The man who guards Yizhuang is an old man. His beard and hair are gray, but his hands and feet are quick. Xia Rui calls him Uncle Chang.

"Get up." Li Qingmo walked in, "Where is Qi Zihao's body?"

Uncle Chang stood up and said, "Over here."

Nan Xi followed him in, and there was a rotten smell under his nose.

But her face was expressionless, as if she didn't smell it at all, and she seemed to be used to it.

Such a reaction made Uncle Chang look at her more.

Li Qingmo turned sideways, seemingly unintentionally standing between Chang Bo and Nan Xi.

There was a corpse lying on a wooden bed not far away, covered with white cloth. There were also incense burners, fruit offerings and some ghost money on the ground.

Uncle Chang lifted the white cloth, revealing Qi Zihao's bloodless face.

"Do you want to avoid this girl?" Uncle Chang looked at Nan Xi: "This dead body is usually very scary, and his family has not yet come to put a shroud on him."

The implication is that it is still naked.

Nan Xi asked: "What about his original clothes?"

"Burn it." Uncle Chang bent down, lit three more incense sticks for Qi Zihao, and sighed: "He suddenly fell ill. Xue Wuzuo was afraid of an epidemic, so he burned everything he used."

[Wouldn’t it be that some of the evidence was destroyed? 】

Nan Xi subconsciously wanted to step forward to see the body, but was stopped by Li Qingmo.

"Why are you so anxious? Didn't you hear Uncle Chang say that he is not wearing a shroud?"

Xia Rui went to buy a shroud and put it on Qi Zihao. In the process, he took a look at Qi Zihao's body.

"Sir, Miss Nan, Qi Zihao does have many bruises on his body, as if he was beaten."

Li Qingmo blocked Nan Xi's view so that she couldn't see it at all. She could only ask, "Is there any injury on his head?"

[If there are no fatal injuries on the head, we can only disembowel and perform an autopsy. 】

Xia Rui: "Miss Nan, Qi Zihao's head is also intact."

He had already put Qi Zihao's shroud on, and completely removed the layer of white cloth.

Li Qingmo lowered his eyes. From this angle, he could just see Nan Xi's fluttering eyelashes. They were very raised, and when they fluttered, they seemed to scratch his heart.

"Want to see the body?"

Nan Xi nodded repeatedly, and when he looked up, his dark eyes were filled with Li Qingmo's expression: "Think!"

Li Qingmo suddenly felt that these eyes were beautiful.

He looked at it for a while, then turned sideways and made way.

Nan Xi inspected Qi Zihao's body from top to bottom again, and then asked Xia Rui: "Do you have a knife? A dagger will do too." Xia Rui first glanced at Li Qingmo, and seeing that he had no objection, he lowered his head and drew out his short knife. , looked up again, and saw that Nan Xi had already taken the dagger from Li Qingmo's hand.

The hilt of the dagger was inlaid with an obsidian. When it was pulled out, the blade was sharp and flashed with cold light.

Xia Rui was shocked.

This is my treasure. I have carried it with me for many years and no one else will touch it.

Now I brought it to Miss Nan...

Xia Rui had no time to think too much because she saw Nan Xi unbuttoning Qi Zihao's shirt and slashing his upper abdomen with a dagger.

Uncle Chang hurriedly stopped: "Girl, what are you doing? You can't do this. Death is a big deal. If he comes back seven days ago and finds out that he is dead without a whole body, he will definitely turn into a ghost to take revenge."

Nan Xi used to be a complete atheist, but after staying in the underworld for so many years and living this life again, he had no choice but to believe it.

"Don't worry, he won't die without a complete body. I just checked and will stitch him up later."

Her movements were quick and her eyes were solemn, as if she was performing a very special mission.

"He was suffocated to death." Nan Xi said.

Li Qingmo walked over, handed over a brocade handkerchief, asked Nan Xi to clean his hands, and then asked, "Why do you say that?"

Nan Xi waved his hand: "No need, Your Majesty, my hands are dirty and your handkerchief is too valuable."

Li Qingmo just looked at her without saying a word, with a cold expression, as if he was very dissatisfied with Nan Xi's rejection of his kindness.

[The villain’s eyes are so scary. 】

"Thank you, Your Majesty." She took the handkerchief decisively, and while wiping her hands, she changed the subject and explained to him: "Your Majesty, you see, although there are bruises of varying degrees on Qi Zihao's body, they are not fatal injuries. His facial injuries are Swelling, bleeding spots under the eyes and heart, and obvious emphysema in the lungs are all signs of suffocation."

After a pause, she pointed to Qi Zihao's nostrils: "The most important thing is here. What do you think this is?"

Li Qingmo leaned over and looked over, and saw Nan Xi taking out a handful of cotton wool from Qi Zihao's nostrils.

It's very small, very thin, and difficult to spot unless you observe closely.

Xia Rui also saw it, "Is this cotton wool?"

Li Qingmo glanced sideways at him, his eyes cold.

Xia Rui: "..."

Did he say something wrong?
"That's right!" Nan Xi chuckled and nodded, "I guess someone suddenly covered his head with a quilt while he was sleeping and suffocated him to death."

Xia Rui: "Miss Nan, you are so awesome."

He was impressed.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his father's cold eyes swept over him again.

"Grandpa?"

Did he say the wrong thing again?

Li Qingmo's tone was low: "Take Qi Gui to Zhuangyuan Alley."

"Yes, Master." Xia Rui turned and left, still thinking about what he said wrongly on the way.

Nan Xi and Uncle Chang asked for needles and thread to resew Qi Zihao's body. They washed their hands three times under Li Qingmo's gaze, and then followed him to Zhuangyuan Alley.

Zhuangyuan Hutong is the name given to this alley by the common people, because it is populated by students from all over the country who come to the capital to participate in the autumn examination. Everyone wants to be the number one scholar, embark on an official career, and shine on the lintel. Over time, the original name has been forgotten. , they call this place Zhuangyuan Hutong.

The alley is very long, with small courtyards on the left and right, each with three rooms.

Qi Zihao lived in No. 13 Hospital at that time.

Now this place has been sealed by the people from the Regent's Palace, and no one else is allowed to enter.

"See the Prince Regent." People in several nearby yards knelt down.

Li Qingmo pushed open the door of No. 13 courtyard with a condensed face. At the same time, Xia Rui rushed over with Qi Gui.

(End of this chapter)