The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murongci and Qin Ruo followed Shen Zhiyan into the study, catching their heads and stretching out their arms to stop them, "Two, this is the scene of the crime, and other people can't enter without permission."

Shen Zhiyan quickly turned around and said: "These two..." Seeing his highness winking at him, he smiled calmly, "These two are my subordinates."

The head catcher heard that they were also from Dali Temple, so they let them in.

Murongci told Qin Ruo not to enter, and then inspected in front of the book, his cold eyes swept back and forth sharply.

The bookcase, bookcase, blue and white porcelain are all in good order, everything is in order, except that there is a book on the ground on the left side of the bookcase, the bookcase facing the chair has a few sheets of paper, and the top one is splashed with a large drop of ink. On the side, the ink in the inkstone was half dry. There are a few books on the other side of the bookcase. The books are all old and have a lot of annotations. It can be seen that the owner of this study often flips through these books.

The deceased Zhuang Qin fell on the ground in front of the book case, his clothes still neat.

Shen Zhiyan put on thin gloves and squatted down to check.

Jingzhao’s Fu Zuo squatted aside and said, “Master Shen, the villain thought that Master Zhuang was dead for a few hours, and it should have been poisoned. But the villain couldn’t see how poisonous Master Zhuang was.”

Shen Zhiyan nodded, his eyes never leaving the corpse, "Remember, the deceased Zhuang Qin died at about the time of Yelizi. He was skinny, his complexion was dark, his pupils diminished, his lips were cyanotic, and his fingers were purple..."

Murongci felt incredible. How could Zhuang Qin become so thin?

Although she had never seen Zhuang Qin before, he was not so thin as a member of his staff.

"Master Zhuang should have been poisoned and died." Shen Zhiyan came to a conclusion, stood up and took off his thin gloves.

"Can you see what kind of poison is?" she asked solemnly.

"I don't know yet." He said to the head catcher. "This case was originally in charge of Jingzhao Mansion, but Master Zhuang died strangely. I must take the deceased back to Dali Temple for a more detailed autopsy, and perhaps open the body to see. Look."

"Separate the body?" He was startled, and the dissection was unheard of.

"It's okay, I will send someone to Dali Temple later. As for whether the case will be transferred to Dali Temple, it will depend on the meaning of Dali Temple at that time." Catch head said cheerfully.

The two arrested quickly carried the deceased out, and Murongci and Shen Zhiyan continued to inspect the study, hoping to find useful clues.

The head catcher said again: "By the way, Lord Shen, Lord Zhuang died in the study room in the middle of the night, and the housekeeper came to the study early in the morning and knocked on the door, only to find that Lord Zhuang was dead."

She frowned slightly, "Master Zhuang didn't return to the room to go to bed. Didn't Mrs. Zhuang send someone to the study?"

He replied: "The next official asked Mrs. Zhuang, and Mrs. Zhuang said that Master Zhuang often reads very late in the study. If he is approaching the son, Master Zhuang will rest in the warm pavilion of the study instead of going to bed."

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, then looked to the northeast, and there really was a small door.

The little door was blocked by a bookshelf, so she didn't notice it for a while.

They entered the Nuan Pavilion, which was very small, only half of the study room outside. There was a bamboo couch and a small table beside the couch.

Her gaze condensed, and she picked up a carved pipe from her little boy, with a delicate jade pendant hanging from the pipe, "Is this the legendary pipe?"

Shen Zhiyan took it over and looked at it carefully, "It should be."

In Beiyan, there are very few people who smoke heavy cigarettes, because the imperial court banned its subjects from smoking heavy cigarettes fifty years ago. Once a person is found smoking a big cigarette, three people will sit in a row. The law is harsh, law enforcement is like a mountain, and everyone is in danger. No one has smoked a lot of cigarettes in the past few decades.

Unexpectedly, Wai Lang, a staff member of the Tangtang Engineering Department, would hide in the warm pavilion of the study and smoke a lot of smoke.

Murongci's heart was faintly angry. He picked up a carved wooden box beside the bamboo pillow. The wooden box was not big, but a little heavy, "What is this?"

Opening the lid, a strange light incense curled out.

The wooden box was filled with brown paste, only a thin layer remained. She leaned closer and smelled, "What is this?"

His complexion changed drastically, "This should be the cream for smoking big cigarettes."

"Does this have something to do with Master Zhuang's death due to poisoning?"

"I can't answer your Highness right now, but I think Master Zhuang died strangely."

"I've just seen the tea cup on the book case in this palace. There is still half a cup of tea in the tea cup, and I brought it back to Dali Temple for inspection."

"Well, I will tell them to be careful."

The two said they came out of the warm pavilion, handed the smoke gun and the wooden box to the catcher, and asked him to send it to Dali Temple.

Murongci came outside and quickly led a middle-aged woman to her. Murongci asked, "Are you Mrs. Zhuang?"

Mrs. Zhuang was wearing a plain summer shirt, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her tears were still there, she was in grief, and she almost could not stand firmly. The older mother supported her. She wiped her tears and replied: "I am."

Murong Ci asked: "Did you know that your master was going to spend the night in the study last night?"

Mrs. Zhuang nodded, "Last night, I sent a bowl of mung bean soup to the master in the study, and the master ate it right away. I advised the master to rest earlier and take care of his body. He said that there are a lot of things today and he will return to the room late. Let me go to bed first. I heard what he meant by not going back to my room to sleep, so I went back to my room and rested first."

"Does Master Zhuang have a side room and a concubine?"

"No. I have been married to the master for more than 20 years, and he has always treated me very well.

"Is there a lot of affairs in the Labor Department of Zhuang University recently? I often don't go back to the room to sleep?"

"Yes, in the past six months, the master often came back to the room very late, and spent half of the day resting in the study room."

"Ms. Zhuang doesn't think that Master Zhuang is depleted?" Murongci stared at her, not letting the slightest expression on her look, but she was very calm, her eyes firm, and did not dodge.

"Master has lost a lot in the past six months. I asked the stove to make a lot of nourishing soup to replenish his body, but the Ministry of Engineering had a lot of work. He stayed in the study late every day and stayed up like this every night. Isn’t it thin? I watched him getting thinner, and I felt anxious and worried, but every time I persuaded him, he would be violent at me, calling me what a woman knows, don’t care about men." Mrs. Zhuang was sad and wronged, her voice dumb .

"In the past six months, Master Zhuang has not only become thinner, but also pale, weak in limbs, often lethargic, and sometimes mentally weak and unresponsive, right?" Shen Zhiyan suddenly asked.

"What the adults said is true. At first I suspected that the master was suffering from a hidden illness, so I asked the doctor to treat him, but he blasted the doctor out and scolded me." Mrs. Zhuang replied, tears streaming down again. "My lord, did my master die by poisoning? How could he be poisoned to death? My lord, you must find out the truth..."

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, indicating that they would thoroughly investigate them.

Leaving the dealer, she followed to Dali Temple, wanting to see the results of further autopsy.

However, Shen Zhiyan did not autopsy, but went to the palace to the hospital. She followed to the Taiyuan Hospital, looking for books in the vast collection of books.

He said that he had seen a record of poisonous flowers in a medical book, but he couldn't remember which medical book it was.

Qin Ruo also helped to find, and the three of them quickly searched through the huge bookshelf, and were so busy that they could not sleep or eat.

"The minion only learned today that the hospital has so many books." Qin Ruo was crying, "When will I find this?"

"Let's find it, there will always be a time when it's over." Murong resigned without looking back.

"It is my sin to let Your Highness do such a thing." Although he said so, Shen Zhiyan didn't apologize a little bit in his voice.

"Master Shen, when Master Zhuang's murder case is over, you have to treat your Royal Highness well." Qin Ruo smiled.

"Well, well, I will treat your Highness and you as a sumptuous meal." Shen Zhiyan smiled.

At this time, the Shen Yuan Envoy of the Imperial Hospital came in and asked with a smile: "His Royal Highness, Lord Shen, what book are you looking for?"

Shen Zhiyan raised his head and said: "Shen Yuanshi, I am looking for a medical book. The medical book records a kind of flower. The whole plant of the flower is poisonous. After the result, the juice is extracted from the fruit to produce a kind of addictive. Chronic poison."

The Envoy of Shen Yuan walked to a row of bookshelves and scanned the bookshelves, "I remember seeing the kind of flower you mentioned in a book a year ago."

Murongci was pleasantly surprised: "Does Shen Yuanshi remember which book it is?"

He didn't answer, searched for a while, pulled out a book from the shelf, opened it, and said with joy, "This is it."

The three of them immediately passed by and gathered around him. He pointed to a page of the book, "Aphrodite, is this this kind of flower?"

"Yes, yes! That's it!"

Shen Zhiyan smiled happily, "Envoy Shen, thank you so much."

Murong Ci took the book and frowned, "Are A Furong and Hibiscus flowers in the same family?"

He smiled and said, "It's not the same family and the same flower."

Envoy Shen Yuan said: "A Hibiscus is also a kind of medicinal material, often used to relieve diarrhea and antitussive. We have not found A Hibiscus in the North Yan State."

Qin Ruo asked, "Where is A Furong?"

"It is recorded in this book that the Kingdom of Eastern Chu once found A Furong in the wild." Shen Yuan Envoy smiled, "His Royal Highness, Lord Shen, what do you want A Furong for?"

"Envoy Shen Yuan, I would like to ask you, if the fruit juice of Afurong is extracted to make Afurong ointment, what will happen to people who take Afurong ointment?" Shen Zhiyan asked solemnly.

"This can't be done, and you can't smoke." Shen Yuan was surprised, "Afurong ointment is forbidden by the court. Once you smoke it, you will be convicted and even sit down."

"My palace understands that this palace just wants to know what happens after people take Afurong ointment." Murong resigned.

The Shen Yuan Envoy sighed and said gravely: "Decades ago, there were a few years in the southern border of the Northern Yan Kingdom, and the use of Afurong ointment was popular. The Afurong ointment is extremely addictive. Once infected, it is difficult to quit the addiction. After a long period of time, people will have yellow and thin face, no blood color, nausea and vomiting, weakness of limbs, unresponsiveness, sleeplessness all day, drowsy, lack of energy, fast pulse, rickety and weak, become sickly. If you take too much, you will lose your breath and die from the poison."

She and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other. Isn't that what Zhuang Qin is talking about?

Shen Zhiyan bowed his hands and thanked: "I understand. Thank you Shen Yuan Envoy."

Murongci's heart was very heavy, and he asked, "I don't know where there are wild Aphrodites in the world?"