There was silence in the courtyard, and everyone stared at the Eighth Prince as if they had been pointed.

In a moment, Fuxiang's sharp and piercing howl sounded like crying: "Hey~ God opens his eyes~~ My little highness can be regarded as able to say a complete sentence!! ”

An Chengyan slapped the knife in the past, he was immediately silenced, and two lines of tears flowed down.

An Chengyan said softly: "Cheng Rui, what are you talking about?" ”

The eighth prince didn't answer him, handed me the booklet in his hand and said, "Seven hundred and fifty-three people died, these two copies, wrong, Xiao Rui, understand." ”

Is he answering my question?

But...... I don't understand this dossier!

At this moment, I regret that when I was young and ignorant, I asked my second brother to help me do the exercises of nine chapters of arithmetic, and I was not even as good as an eight-year-old child, it was simply ...... Uh, wait, this is not my field in the first place, and women can't discuss politics, I don't have to be weak!!

I hurriedly squatted down and said innocently to the innocent big eyes of the Eighth Prince: "Xiao Rui is awesome! But my sister can't read this dossier, oh, hehehe~"

All:......

The Eighth Prince seemed to have seen through my clumsy performance, and spread out the dossier, with the demeanor of a master: "One hundred people died in the seventh year of Yanqing, and one hundred and thirty people died every year from the eighth year of Yanqing to the twelfth year of Yanqing, which is inappropriate." ”

I glanced at the file, it was a county household registration file called Lingshui, since it was a county, isn't it normal for a hundred people to die a year?

"The county records record that 130 people from different places died of different causes, but their birth and household registration were all in the same village." The Eighth Prince said, "The number of people who die every year is about the same, it's too even." It's not appropriate, it's weird. ”

What's even stranger is how are you?! How can you suddenly say so many words in one breath?

Fuxiang's tears were already flooding like the Mekong River, and he couldn't take care of An Chengyan's knife eyes: "My Eighth Highness~ The old slave is blind even if he dies~~"

Hearing this, Mo Qingran rushed over and joined in the fun: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

I said, "Rui said that the people in this place died strangely. ”

Mo Qingran also glanced at the dossier, and actually laughed, for some reason, his smile gave me goosebumps all over my body, and it was very permeating.

An Chengyan also took the two files and compared: "It's really ......"

"Really, what?"

"The death registration of Lingshui County corresponds to the birth registration of Yu Village, it is possible for one person to have the same name, it is impossible for so many people to have the same name, and many of them are all dead within five years!"

The crowd was horrified, which showed ...... Someone faked on the family register of the dead?!

The third brother said: "What about the grain tax?" ”

Yes, so many people, no matter how they die that year, as long as they are alive, they have to pay taxes on grain that year!

An Chengyan opened another file, glanced at it a few times, and said: "In the seventh year of Yanqing, the Meijiang River flooded, and nearly two hundred people died and disappeared in Lingshui County. ”

Five years? That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?!

The sister-in-law said thoughtfully beside her: "Lingshui County? Yu Village? Ah, the slave remembered! ”

I hurriedly asked, "What do you remember?" ”

She said: "That year the slave family was twelve years old, my father only went to the Ministry of Rites to serve, and there was an uncle who was also transferred to the Ministry of Rites, unfortunately his mother died, he rushed back to his hometown to mourn, his father had a very good personal relationship with him, the two often exchanged letters, but when they went to Lingshui County, the message was cut off, and the father chattered for a long time, until the slave family came out of the cabinet, and the father still wanted to go to his hometown to find him one day. ”

"What's that man's name?" The third brother asked.

"The slave family can't remember clearly, it seems that the surname is Ren ......" The sister-in-law frowned, "What is the name of Ren Yuan......"

"Ren Zhuyuan." An Chengyan pointed to a place and said, "Forty-one years old, in April of the tenth year of Yanqing, he died of illness. ”

"Impossible!" The sister-in-law said, "Although the uncle was sad when he left, he was in good health. ”

I said, "Could it be that you got sick on the way?" ”

Mo Qingran seemed to move, but did not speak.

"If he was sick, how could he not tell his father? He wants to go home for the funeral, no matter what kind of illness he has, as long as he can go, he will go back to help his mother's spirit. "My sister-in-law is right, how could a person who is anxious to return to his hometown to mourn his mother be delayed on the road for so long? And if it is delayed, it will be three years, and the mother's filial piety period has passed......

Unless...... He has been dead since the seventh year of Yanqing!!

An Chengyan had the same idea as me, and said to the Eighth Prince: "Cheng Rui, are you right?" ”

The Eighth Prince nodded: "Seven hundred and fifty-three." Thirty-two children, 428 from 20 to 40, 207 from 40 to 50, and 86 from 50. ”

I'm almost going to worship the Eighth Prince! actually counted all the age groups, what is in his little head!?

"Why didn't anyone find out about such an obvious mistake?" The sister-in-law patted her chest, as if she was frightened, "There are so many children, this ...... It's also too ......."

"Birth and death are reported every three years, the two are separated, few people will specifically check these, and there is not even a birth household registration file in remote areas."

An Chengyan said that Fuxiang, who was sluggish, put away all the files, and his face was calm: "Don't leak the news about this matter." ”

I also realized that the matter was serious, but I felt that it was impossible not to leak the news, first of all, the eighth prince said so many words in one breath, this courtyard is full of palace eyeliner, how can it not attract attention? Secondly, it is an eye-catching thing for him to bring these files to this courtyard himself, and it is impossible to hide them.

An Chengyan let out a long sigh: "It was my negligence. ”

My third brother and I sent An Chengyan and my sister-in-law away, and we were all worried. I felt extremely panicked in my heart, more than 700 lives, what was the reason why they couldn't die in peace?

When I turned around, I saw Mo Qingzhi standing in the atrium in the front yard, his eyes were no longer bright, and he was like an emotionless puppet.

"Brother, what are you doing standing under the sun?" The third brother pulled him, "Isn't the sun uncomfortable?" ”

"My heart is damp." He smiled, more permeating than the previous one.

I said, "Wet ghost? Come inside. ”

"In May of the seventh year of Yanqing, I went to Lingshui County with Master to practice medicine, guess what we encountered?"

I suddenly wanted to cover my ears.