Xie Fu always had a thought in his mind—

Is there something wrong with this person surnamed Zhang?

He knew that this was not good. He had returned to the land with the wind and separated from this mediocre world. All the right and wrong people in the world should not be thought about or asked about, like floating clouds and evening mist.

Just now, the Zhang, who was surnamed Zhang, had a dispute with Mr. Wang, to save him from the pain of being imprisoned before his death, which was also considered to be kind to him.

Since we met today last night, Xie Fu would press it down every time he encountered this idea, and now he shouldn't have it. He really couldn't hold it down.

The man named Zhang sat next to him, staring at a bun.

After chatting with the prefect and the minister Wang, the man named Zhang looked straight and his eyebrows were deeply locked. Xie Fu thought that this man was indeed a little capable in investigating the case. It seemed that he was thinking about the case and did not pay much attention to it.

After dinner was ready, Xie Fu asked the guards and yamen runners to carry out two large tables from Cishou Temple for meals to the prefect and the minister Wang. Zhang Ping and Xie Fu naturally had to sit with him. The prefect and the minister Wang both took their seats, but Zhang Ping did not see Zhang Ping coming. Xie Fu looked around and saw Zhang Ping standing under a tree, motionless. The two yamen runners carried a large basket of noodles by. Zhang Ping stepped forward and took a bun from the basket.

The yamen runner who was carrying the basket was startled to see someone suddenly jumping out, and then stunned. The basket of steamed buns was left over from the vegetarian rice provided by Cishou Temple to pilgrims. Heat them. The rice they all cooked separately. But the magistrate took the buns and didn't say much.

Xie Fu walked over and invited Zhang Ping to have dinner at the big table. The two yamen runners were able to take the opportunity to carry the basket and retreat. Zhang Ping stared at the bun in his hand, nodded, and followed Xie Fu to the big table with the bun.

Feng Tai looked at the bun in Zhang Ping's hand and browed. Wang Yan's eyes had already floated over. Seeing that no one came to serve, Xie Fu could only pick up a small empty plate on the table and deliver it to Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping finally put the bun on the plate. After Xie Fu put the plate on the table, Zhang Ping pulled the plate in front of him.

Feng Tai glanced at him coldly again, and Wang Yan said with interest: "Hey, is that magistrate Zhang a bun? There is no such thing on the table. Is there any? Take two to taste it."

Xie Fu had to get up and said, "It is difficult to make noodles at the moment. This is the leftover vegetarian meal for pilgrims during the day, so he dare not serve them with the adults."

Wang Yan smiled: "Our department is not a person who cares about it. I heard that the buns are hotter and it will be even more delicious. It's just right to try new things today."

Feng Tai said: "I'm afraid that this kind of pasta has not eaten much freshly steamed." He frowned and said, "It's enough to prepare the same meal for dinner, why do you still make a lot of tricks?"

Xie Fu bowed and said that he was guilty: "It's just that I dare not offer this one, but the rest are the same." He immediately asked someone to take it, but Zhang Ping still said nothing from beginning to end.

After a while, he took the bun, Wang Yan picked up one of the chopsticks, took a bite, and said, "Yes, it's great."

Feng Tai smiled faintly, took the towel from his servant and wiped his hands, picked up one, tasted it, and nodded slightly: "It's really quite fresh."

Wang Yan raised his hand and grabbed the buns held in the chopsticks, put them down, and took a big bite: "The more you taste, the more you taste." He started chatting with Feng Tai about the taste of the buns.

The two adults seemed to be no longer paying attention to anything else. Xie Fu was finally able to sit down. Just as he was about to start eating, he found that Zhang Ping beside him was holding the bun that had been placed on the plate before.

He didn't eat, but just held the bun. Xie Fu couldn't help looking at his face, and opened his mouth with a faint smile on his face. His eyes were filled with love when he stared at the bun.

After a while, he raised his other hand and gently stroked his body, his fingers lingering on the folds and pleats. Xie Fu's goosebumps came out and felt a little disgusting.

Suddenly, Zhang Ping's fingers stopped, his expression became cold, and his eyes burst out with coldness, and he bit the bun in one bite.

Xie Fu was creepy.

Zhang Ping's face was cold and chewed slowly, swallowing the bun. Then his expression turned gentle, he put the bun that he had taken a bite back into the plate, picked up a chopstick, and inserted it into the snow-white and complete body on the other half of the bun.

Then, Zhang Ping frowned, pulled out the chopsticks, raised his hand to press the flat buns. The filling of the buns flowed into the plate from the gap he had just bitten out. Zhang Ping raised the chopsticks and stabbed into the flat bag.

A chill came out from Xie Fu's bones. Zhang Ping pulled out his chopsticks and picked up the bun that had become a cake. He looked at the two small holes that were pierced. Then he pinched his fingers on the edge of the bun, and the bitten gap opened. Zhang Ping looked inward, his expression full of thought.

Xie Fu looked away and could no longer continue to watch.

Feng Tai, who was chatting with Mr. Wang, said: "Magistrate Zhang, what are you doing?"

Zhang Ping raised his eyes and said, "If you say sir, the official is having a meal."

Xie Fu shivered.

Feng Tai narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you have something to say, you don't have to deliberately pretend to behave in front of our mansion. Have you thought of anything else about this case?"

Zhang Ping said: "There are two things that the official has not figured out yet, and he is just thinking about them."

Feng Tai sneered in his heart. The tricks that he always deliberately showed in this life were not very good, but his eyes were still a little bit. He said briefly: "Speak straight."

Zhang Ping stood up and bowed: "The first thing that the official can't understand is..."

He reached out and grabbed another complete bun.

"If this is a tomb."

He raised his chopsticks again and inserted them into the bun.

"In this way, you can dig in."

Then use chopsticks to pick out some stuffing from the holes that are pierced.

"In this way, you can also take out things. But..."

He slapped the bun and slapped it with chopsticks.

"so……"

Zhang Ping and Wang Yan's inference are roughly the same at present. He also speculated that the dry well where the sarcophagus was first discovered was not a well, but a thief hole.

But if the ancient tomb collapses into a depression when it moves, then the tomb chamber has been destroyed. It is very dangerous to dig a hole in it. Stealing things is equivalent to digging treasures from the soil, which is difficult. Moreover, why are there no traces of sarcophagus being smashed or damaged?

Feng Tai nodded slightly: "Your idea is indeed good, but in ancient times, the tomb was magnificent, far beyond the world's palaces, and the depth was even more unimaginable, or only part of it collapsed."

Wang Yan continued: "The headquarters has already considered these things, so it is necessary to verify them quickly." After that, he grabbed another bun and took a bite.

Zhang Ping said: "The second thing that the official can't understand is... the criminal's way of treating the female corpse."

Feng Tai smiled: "Yes, you can see this. Yu Zhengxian proof is not hopeless."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? I've said everything I guessed. Lao Feng, you obviously have something hidden, it's not authentic."

Feng Tai said lightly: "It's just that our mansion has not yet fully proved the result, so I just want to tell Mr. Wang later."

Wang Yan sneered, turned to Zhang Ping and said, "Then you say it."

Zhang Ping put down the bun in his hand: "Xiaguan is unsolvable. The female corpse in the coffin died of a life of death, with scars on her body. After her death, the body was moved into the wooden coffin and sealed it with Feng Shui spells, but her hair bun is intact, and so is the hairpin."

Moreover, based on the posture of the body, one can only infer one conclusion.

Her body was carefully taken care of when it was placed in the wooden coffin.

Obviously, from the cause of death to the curse, he showed viciousness everywhere, but it is logical that the corpse should not be treated like this.

"As far as the officials know, the so-called Feng Shui curse should not be spared, and vicious methods such as whipping the corpse, covering their hair, and stuffing their mouths with bran are well known."

But the criminal did not do this. He combed the dead woman's hair neatly, decorated it with a hairpin ring, crossed her hands on her lower abdomen, and put it in the coffin like she was sleeping on her back. Judging from the fragments of the clothes, the woman's clothes might also be neat and intact.

Why?

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The sound of the clapper sounded.

Eunuch Wang couldn't help but want to wander around the house.

After entering the update, the magistrate, county magistrate, and the minister Feng and the minister Wang who were said to have arrived still did not show their heads. Only one chief clerk came back earlier, was it useless to be a big deal?

Eunuch Wang finally couldn't help but smile at the chief clerk who brought the wine and food and drinks and said, "Is Guixian planning to let our family cook the entire issue of the Queen Mother's incense?"

The chief clerk immediately bowed and smiled: "How can it be? How can it be? Don't worry, my grandfather-in-law, you must have prepared everything on the mountain, please be at ease."

Eunuch Wang couldn't even sneer, so he just raised his hand and said slowly: "Forget it, after returning to the palace, our family will definitely report to the Empress Dowager truthfully."

Looking at the dark night outside, his heart was as empty as the dark night sky, but he didn't want to be trembling for the rest of his life. He might end it here. When he encountered a product that was seeking death and wanted to bring someone else with him, he could only sigh.

In the inn at this time, Lan Jue also wanted to sigh deeply.

Liu Tongyi explained the matter very concisely and clearly.

When Zhang Ping was investigating a case, he happened to know some clues, so he took advantage of the official business to go around Fengle County Government to tell Zhang Ping. Back Cheng happened to meet his uncle and thought he should tell his uncle about the Queen Mother burning incense. Zhang Ping found out that the temple where the Queen Mother wanted to burn incense was fake, and the effective grandma was just a female corpse who died in a bad life. When he left, Zhang Ping had already gone up the mountain to dig a coffin, and Feng Tai and Wang Yan, who had fought for the case, also arrived.

Lan Jue's eyes were dark, and suddenly he felt that the sky would never be bright again.

Liu Tongyi said: "Don't worry, since the Minister Feng and Minister Wang are here, I want to come..."

Lan Jue stood up with the table and said, "You should rest first, I have to inform the father-in-law who serves His Highness about this matter first." After pausing, Lan Jue looked at Liu Tongyi and said sincerely, "I really want to thank you for this matter..."

Liu Tongyi immediately politely said, "How can I be my uncle? I respectfully send my uncle to my uncle, and I will rest early. Don't be too tired. I will stop disturbing my greetings tonight."

Lan Jue smiled and said, "You have been running around for a day and have to go to bed earlier. I have asked someone to prepare some late-night snacks and I will send them to you later."

Good boy, my uncle can't rest. A bad face is not because he is tired of rushing to travel, but because he is scared by your words.

After being sent to invite Eunuch Bian and Bai Cang to the quiet room, he informed the inside story of the temple where the Empress Dowager wanted to burn incense. Looking at the expressions of Eunuch Bian and Bai Cang, Lan Jue suddenly felt a little relieved. Perhaps this kind of unkind feeling was at work if he had a death.

Everyone knows how Wang Yan is acting. Lan Jue thinks that a big hole must have been dug open in Cishou Temple now. Wang Yan excitedly led his followers to surround the dug coffin.

What Mr. Bian thought of was the same as Lan Jue. He calmed down his mind and said: "Prince Feng has always been meticulous in his work, and I think this matter will be properly done."

Lan Jue smiled bitterly in his heart. Feng Tai was meticulous in his work, but he didn't recognize his relatives. Besides, with Wang Yan beside him, it was impossible to predict what Feng Tai would do. Maybe it was Wang Yan or Zhang Ping who dug a coffin and he had his eyes red when he was on the sacred mountain. What was the matter of the Queen Mother burning incense? I forgot.

Bai Cang stared at Lan Jue and Eunuch Bian and said, "This... has nothing to do with us."

Eunuch Bian and Lan Jue looked at each other silently, and they both said in their hearts that you don’t know that the Empress Dowager has always acted.

If this was something the emperor ordered, the Empress Dowager would never ask. They could sleep well without worrying too much, but the Empress Dowager had always thought a lot and believed in some fate. Lan Jue's official fortune in recent years was quite good, and he was often able to enter the palace. He also wanted to thank his mother for giving birth to him. The Eight Characters are the prime minister of the king and good ministers, and it is also a water fate. He can help the emperor, and his surname is Lan and Changwenyun. The Empress Dowager likes it very much.

If you step on a small stone on the road, if someone else is more harsh, at most you will punish your maids and maids who have not cleaned the road and follow the followers who have opened the road without doing their best. But if the Empress Dowager stepped on a stone, she would start to remember the direction of the birds singing this morning when she dreamed last night, and then monitored the celestial phenomena and fortunes to see if this matter is bad, and even the eight characters of all the palace maids and eunuchs who have served must be calculated to see if there is any conflict.

Therefore, if the Empress Dowager learned about this, the first thing must be to think, why did the Ai family pray for King Dai and get such a bad temper? Yes, King Dai had a sudden incident and had already begun to be ominous. Even if he asked for a god, such a thing happened. Is there anything that hindered the emperor and the country's destiny? Xuan Qintianjian, do it carefully for the Ai family.

Then, the color of the horses they used, the size of the shovels of the nails, the wheels of the car, the several nails on the body of the car, etc., probably could not escape the investigation.

The almanac will inevitably say that someone or something has a weak body... As for who or who it is, it depends on your fate.

Lan Jue was silent, and Eunuch Bian sighed tremblingly: "The Empress Dowager is praying for His Highness Dai, how can she have nothing to do with us..."

Bai Cang choked and said in a trembling voice: "Then...what should I do?"

Lan Jue thought for a moment and stood up: "So, the headquarters immediately prepares the horses and rushed to Fengle first. The matter of attending Your Highness will be more exhausting than the father-in-law and Lord Bai."
Chapter completed!