Boyi was startled, his face became paler, and he looked at Yu Qiansi in disbelief.
"According to the previous pulse records, the late emperor should have suffered from lung poisoning caused by deficiency of the lungs and spleen, qi stagnation and blood stasis. The state after death should be similar to that of suffocation. But the state of the corpse is completely inappropriate."
This is the finest soft corpse incense, and all traces on the corpse are fresh.
There were several fresh wounds on his chest. Although they were made during his lifetime, the blood had not completely coagulated. I am afraid that it was these wounds that cost him his life.
People who have been ill for a long time and have weak spleen and lungs can indeed lose their lives easily if they lose too much blood.
Hearing this, Boyi didn't know what he thought of, and called Shi Mo'er to finish.
After all, this is a royal family matter, and since it has nothing to do with the case, she won't comment on it.
I had no choice but to step aside and take advantage of the time they were cleaning up to pick out some precious medicinal materials that could be sold at a high price and could also replenish qi and wrap them up.
On the way back, she climbed the rope ladder, but before her eyes were countless intertwined threads and figures.
The dark and quiet passage and the right climbing movement allowed her to wander back to the white wall of Fajin Hall.
Even though Empress Lin of the Ming Dynasty was born in a general family and had superb martial arts skills, how could a concubine in the palace have such a decisive attitude?
Yu Qian suffocated and confirmed his guess.
——To kill people.
That's right, the scars on her body are not self-protection or counterattack, but a decisive way to die together.
Although there were no outsiders in the prayer hall, if an assailant really broke in, she couldn't resist it. She could just shout for help, and even if there were no servants, other people would come and frighten the assailant away.
However, there were no abnormalities in her mouth, nose and throat, and she did not appear to have been covered by someone or paralyzed by poison.
Then it can only be her own choice.
She will die with the perpetrator.
But he was eventually counterattacked and lost his life.
Shi Mo'er, who had climbed to a gentle place, threw aside the baggage he carried with him and hesitantly reached out his hand to help Yu Qiansi. After thinking about it, he pulled down his high-rolled sleeves and patted the non-existent dust.
Passed it to Yu Qiansi.
Yu Qiansi nodded and thanked him, grabbed his hand and strode forward.
While Shi Mo'er was turning around to go to Labo Yi, she observed her surroundings.
This place was not far from the entrance where they came from, and bright orange-red spots could be seen in the distance, like charcoal stars falling on the black clothes.
She stretched out her hand to block the light, turned her hand over, closed her eyes and imagined the scars she had just seen.
The Queen of Ming Dynasty and the assailant had mutual murderous intentions. And the people who could enter the prayer hall at that time were naturally not ordinary people.
After the perpetrator killed Queen Mingdao, he blamed Queen Mingde.
She really couldn't figure out who would be the vested interest after the two most powerful women in the harem, both of whom had young sons, passed away?
The Cheng family and the Lin family were both large families with heavy military forces. No matter who ascended the throne at that time, his relatives and auxiliary ministers would be the new emperor's support.
The perpetrator would never be selfless, just to weaken the power of his relatives, right?
Hearing the movement behind her, she shook her head, opened her eyes, and smiled to herself.
It's a bit ridiculous to try to use government connections to find the murderer.
Yu Qiansi clenched her fists and shook her head at Boyi who cast a caring glance, indicating that she could still persist.
After a short rest, the three of them continued to maintain their original formation and headed towards the entrance of the cave.
Yu Qiansi's clenched fists seemed to still be able to feel the tragic injuries on the body of Queen Ming Ao.
The clues on the body provided more evidence for his previous conjecture. After returning to Beijing, as long as he continued to investigate along this line, it would not be difficult to find the murderer.
This is the most down-to-earth way.
The halo in front of his eyes grew bigger and bigger, and Shi Moer, who was walking at the front, bent down and took the lead to step out.
Yu Qiansi followed closely behind, but as soon as he stepped out, his eyes hurt from the glare of the sky.
Fortunately, it was almost dusk at this time, and the light was not too harsh, so I got used to it immediately.
Yu Qiansi took out a wooden sign and handed it to Shi Mo'er: "When you return to Beijing, take your daughter to the Yuli Pavilion. As long as you are smarter, I will ensure that you and your daughter live in peace and prosperity for the rest of their lives."
When Shi Moer heard this, his heart jumped into his ears, and his ears were filled with a loud noise like a drum.
So, she wants to spare her life?
He took it with trembling hands, lowered his head and rubbed it for a long time, then hesitantly asked: "But can my daughter's illness really make her a prosperous life..."
"You agreed to take this trip because you took a fancy to my status as a member of the Yu clan, right?"
Shi Mo'er didn't expect that she would say it so straightforwardly, and was panicked for a moment.
She patted Shi Mo'er's shoulder and said with some comfort: "Don't worry, although my medical skills are not good, they are better than most quack doctors. When I return to Beijing, I will find the best doctor in the world to treat your daughter.
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Shi Moer knelt down on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you Lord Yu, thank you Lord Yu! From now on, my life will be yours. As long as I can save my daughter, I will work as a horse for you in the future.
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"I neither farm nor travel far, so what can I do with cattle and horses?" Yu Qian Sican smiled and waved her hand, giving him a weak hand to help him stand up.
"After the entrance of this cave has been restored to its original state, you can leave as soon as possible. You don't need me to teach you how to reduce the traces, right?"
Shi Moer nodded heavily.
Boyi looked at the sky and reminded: "It's getting late. If you don't go back, I'm afraid you will be discovered."
With that said, he led Yu Qiansi back the same way.
If she came normally, Boyi would lead the way, and the two of them would walk slowly along the path they came from. Boyi would occasionally turn around and stretch out his arms to block the branches around her.
But Yu Qiansi could tell that after leaving the underground palace, Boyi was a little absent-minded, frowning deeply, and there was something dark moving in his black eyes.
It's all her fault, she was too reckless in the underground palace...
She cleared her throat and had nothing to say: "Thank you for taking the trouble to choose Shi Moer. Today, it seems that he is a credible candidate. But just now in the underground palace, our attention was not on him. Will he?"
Will take advantage of it..."
Yu Qiansi didn't like to fool around when he did something wrong. He rolled his apology between his teeth several times, but still couldn't say it out.
What if it touches his sadness again?
We can only take this roundabout way to break the current embarrassing situation first.
Boyi said "Huh", as if he was thinking about the possibility, and then said slowly after a long time.
"You made it very clear just now. All the gold, silver, food and clothing needed can be exchanged for that brand. Even if he takes something he shouldn't take, he probably won't do it casually and look for trouble."
After all, they have repeatedly emphasized that those gold and jade articles have special marks and are specially made for the mourning of the former empire. There are too many marks both overt and covert to be destroyed artificially. Once circulated in the ghost market, one will be able to recognize the goods at a glance.
People see through.
By then, he and his daughter will no longer have peace.
The darkening sky was like a deep well, sucking in all the surrounding sounds. Boyi ended a topic with one sentence, and the surroundings fell silent again.
All that is left is the rustling sound of leaves and shoulders grinding against each other.