Chapter 518: The handsome son-in-law is the Hou Ye

When Xiao Yunyi came, the woman was only a handsome son, and when she heard that it was a marquis, her kneeling legs were trembling, and when she asked next, the woman's eyes were evasive.

Xiao Yunyi stared at the woman's expression, and a sneer overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

"My lord, Jishitang used witchcraft to make my son lose his life, and I ask my lord to give justice to the people's women." The woman insisted that her son's death was due to the use of witchcraft by Jishitang.

Hua Muyue opened her mouth and briefly explained the operation to Zhang Xianling, "My lord, there is something strange about the death of that woman's son, not because of the operation. ”

Xiao Yunyi had seen Hua Muyue operate on Si Heng, and understood the operation in Hua Muyue's mouth, Si Heng's recovery was the best proof that the operation was feasible.

"My lord, the woman suspects that the patient died of homicide!"

Hua Muyue's sonorous and powerful words made the woman's face change greatly, and there was panic in her eyes when she lowered her head.

At first, Hua Muyue only had a trace of suspicion, the woman's weakness was obviously known, if she was even involved in the death of her son, and the tiger poison did not eat her children, thinking about Hua Muyue felt a chill in her heart.

"My lord, I will never spare anyone who commits murder." Hua Muyue's eyes glanced at the woman a few times.

Hua Muyue suspected that this person's death was poisoned, and it was recorded in the "Poison Collection" that a poison called Traceless can make people die quietly, and there is no abnormality in appearance, but in fact, this poison is in the heart.

If there is a forensic solution. Dissecting the corpse, you can soon know the answer, in ancient times, it should be called a pestle, and you can do it yourself, but if you propose to dissect it, will you really think of yourself as a witch doctor? Hua Muyue was a little difficult to speak for a while.

"My lord, it is a fact that the son of the folk woman is dead, and because he is seeking medical treatment in Jishitang, please also ask your Excellency to seal up Jishitang and put these quacks in prison." The woman remembered something, and said with a determined expression.

As soon as she said that, the woman felt a pair of eyes like knives staring at her, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Xiao Yunyi's face was as warm as if a dead man was in front of him, staring at the woman with disdain, and said in his heart, I want to put Tuan Tuan in prison, what are you.

"Let the pestle do the autopsy." Xiao Yunyi opened his mouth and ordered Zhang Xianling.

"My lord, no, my son is dead, let him be buried in the ground, don't let him die without a body." The woman's voice was sad, as if it were sincere.

Hua Muyue sneered, "I took your son's corpse to the street before, why didn't I expect to make it difficult for you to fall into the ground." ”

Zhang Xianling quickly ordered it to go down, and the pestle began the autopsy.

At this time, in a big house in Qishan, a middle-aged man with a big belly was drinking and having fun.

"Master, it's not good." A man dressed as a butler came with a big head.

Interrupted, the man scolded with impatience on his face: "Something that doesn't have long eyes, didn't you see Lao Tzu listening to music?" Tell me what's the matter. ”

"Master, things have changed, then Marquis Xiao went to the county office, I'm afraid that if it changes, it will cause trouble." The housekeeper was worried.

The man felt funny when he heard this, and reprimanded: "Hou Ye Xiao, that's the future uncle, what are we afraid of, how can the elbow turn out." ”

"Master, but that's Master Hou, if something happens, we have a way to deal with it." The housekeeper is not optimistic in his heart, what uncle is not an uncle, then the uncle must know that the Wuji medicinal herb shop is backed by Huashangshu.

The master in the housekeeper's mouth is Wu San, and at this moment he is still dreaming of stepping Jishitang into the mud.

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