An Wanqing followed Yan Qingyu to the chanting hall in the front yard, thinking about it, she also knew that Mo Qiu was afraid that it would not go well, the dead were the greatest, since he had already entered the coffin, he had to choose an auspicious time to seal the coffin, unless there was a special reason, otherwise, it was absolutely not allowed to alarm the undead.

In front of the chanting hall stood many family members of the Xiangguo Mansion, all with sad faces.

In the hall, in addition to the chanting master, it is Zhao Yilong's direct family.

Even Xiangguo Gong, who has always been busy with affairs, hurried to Baohua Temple, and the whole person seemed to have suddenly aged by more than ten years, and his heart was about to cry.

Although Zhao Yilong is not a son-in-law, he has always been valued by him, and the son he admires the most suddenly died in vain, letting him send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, and his heart seemed to have been gouged out by a knife.

Zhao Shaochang and Zhao Germanium stood in the hall, silent, with sad emotions on their faces, for the half-brother lying in the coffin, although they were not very close before, they still have some feelings now.

Yan Qingyu strode into the chanting hall, and saw that the coffin had been closed, and Zhao Zibi lay on the coffin and cried old tears, frowning slightly: "People can't be resurrected after death, and Uncle Guo's festival mourns and changes." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zibi's eyes were red, he turned around and glared at Yan Qingyu suddenly, stretched out his hand to him, gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Yan, you came just in time, Lao Tzu still wants to settle accounts with you, you take care of your dog minion, he actually stopped Lao Tzu from sealing the coffin just now, Lao Tzu is impatient to see him live!" ”

Yan Qingyu smiled lightly and was silent.

Zhao Shaochang looked at An Wanqing dumbfounded, obviously a little shocked by what kind of identity An Wanqing was and how she was with Lord Yan.

An Wanqing deliberately avoided her gaze, pretending not to know Zhao Shaochang.

Mo Qiu walked quickly in front of Yan Qingyu and bowed his head in embarrassment: "Governor, the subordinates are not doing well, please punish the supervisor, the subordinates failed to stop the Xiangguo Gong ......"

Without waiting for Mo Qiu to finish speaking, Yan Qingyu interrupted him, looked at Zhao Zibi, and said slightly: "It is the governor's idea to block the sealing of the coffin." ”

"If it is really your kid's idea, your kid dares to make trouble in front of my son's coffin and disturb my son's undead, Lao Tzu will definitely not give up, you get out of Lao Tzu immediately, Lao Tzu will definitely play Your Majesty in the future, let Your Majesty be the master of my son." Zhao Zibi gritted his teeth and said.

"The Governor knew that he was at fault for disturbing the deceased, but the Governor found that there was a suspicion in the case, and a new autopsy was necessary to comfort the soul of the deceased." Yan Qingyu said sonorously and powerfully.

"What's the doubt?" Zhao Zibi was furious, he jumped like thunder, he had lost his mind in grief, and gritted his teeth and said: "Lao Tzu has heard that the murderer is a person from the Prime Minister's Mansion, Lao Tzu and Ye Cheng are incompatible, you immediately bring the murderer to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will cut her with a thousand knives and will not understand the hatred in his heart!" ”

An Wanqing frowned slightly.

"The state has national laws, the family has family rules, even if it is a murderer, there is also the court to solve it, how can it be dealt with by the uncle of the country! Moreover, the death of Zhao Ergongzi is full of loopholes, and we have basically determined that Miss Ye San may not be the murderer, and the murderer is someone else. Yan Qingyu said sharply.

Zhao Zibi and everyone were shocked.

"Someone else?" Zhao Zibi asked with wide eyes.

Yan Qingyu nodded solemnly, "Yes, this governor has carefully checked the scene of the crime, and the words on the table leg are not the word 'leaf', but the word 'inch' that has not had time to be written, and the chicken soup is mixed with the broken intestine grass that Su Moning brought back from the back mountain, so the chicken soup can no longer be used as physical evidence, and we need to re-examine the body of Zhao Ergongzi to convince the real murderer." ”

"Broken intestine grass? What is the Broken Intestine Grass? Zhao Zibi asked.

An Wanqing took a deep breath, fortunately, Su Moning was not in the hall, otherwise she would be surprised.

"When I went to the back mountain, I overheard a herb picker mention that the broken intestine grass happened to be picked by Su Moning." Yan Qingyu briefly introduced the analysis of the case in a light way, omitting the content that she was with An Wanqing.

"Who is the murderer?" Zhao Zibi gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and roared.

He now wants to cut the murderer with a thousand knives.

"If nothing else, it should be a scholar named Chen Cun, who happens to know Ling Gongzi." Yan Qingyu said.

"Chen Cun, this name is a little familiar?" Zhao Shaochang said.

"Chen Cun?" Zhao germanium frowned and recalled, and suddenly exclaimed: "Dad, I remember, it was the poor scholar who was rescued by the second brother last year, isn't he just Chen Cun?" ”

"Oh, I also remembered, he seems to be a fellow villager of Cousin Su. It's just that why did this Chen Cun kill the second brother? Zhao Shaochang questioned.

"Is that him?" Zhao Zibi was obviously a little shocked, and then gritted his teeth and roared: "This ungrateful brute, where is the other person, Lao Tzu wants to kill him with a knife." ”

"Uncle Guo, don't be impatient, if Chen Cun is the murderer, he will be dealt with by his own national law. He also asked Uncle Guo to be gracious and allowed the governor to open the lid of the coffin and conduct a new autopsy. Yan Qingyu said seriously.

"How can this be true? The auspicious time has come, the coffin has been sealed, and Wu'er has closed his eyes for peace, how can you reopen the coffin, Yan Qingyu, you obviously mean to disturb my undead! Zhao Zibi gritted his teeth and stomped his feet angrily.

"Naturally, the governor didn't dare to disturb the undead, but in fact, he had no choice but to hope that Uncle Guo could fulfill it, after all, the murder case is important, and evidence is needed to solve the case, doesn't Uncle Guo want to know the real cause of Ling Lang's death?" Yan Qingyu asked sharply.

"Lao Tzu already knows that Wu'er was poisoned, what else needs to be tested! Isn't the murderer already determined to be the bastard named Chen Cun? You cut him with a thousand knives! Wu'er has been put into the coffin, how can the coffin be restarted, Lao Tzu will never allow anyone to disturb Wu'er! Zhao Zibi gritted his teeth and said.

"Overseer, the Governor and Lord Zhong Gang are already waiting outside the hall." Mo Ting walked into the chanting hall, glanced at everyone, and said seriously.

Yan Qingyu nodded, looked at Zhao Zibi with his hands behind his back, and said seriously: "Human life is at stake, there is absolutely no room for the slightest difference, since the case has been bumped into by the governor, the governor naturally can't give up halfway, I hope that Uncle Guo will not forcibly block it, and make trouble with each other." ”

"It's you Yan Qingyu who is not happy, not Lao Tzu! As a father, Lao Tzu has the right to protect my son's corpse. Yan Qingyu, Lao Tzu warns you, you'd better bring your people and get out of here immediately. Zhao Zibi gritted his teeth and said.

"It seems that Uncle Guo is going to tear his face and refuse to open the coffin for an autopsy?" Yan Qingyu's pupils were deep, and he looked at Zhao Zibi without fear.

"Yan Qingyu, what are you! What kind of thing are you Imperial Army! You dare to be so presumptuous to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is impatient to see you live, Lao Tzu is a dignified uncle, do you still need to be at your mercy? It's really a thing that doesn't know the height of the sky! You want Lao Tzu to open the coffin, you have the ability to have a higher official rank than Lao Tzu, what kind of dog are you as the overseer of the Imperial Jin Army! Zhao Zibi gritted his teeth and sneered.

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