In order to appease the victim's family, the saint personally issued an order to transfer these cases to Dali Temple, which was handled by Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Seeing him in the yamen, Meng Yuyun was mentally prepared. She looked at the county commander and the master with a courteous face, and gave up the high position to Qin Jing'an to sit, her hands were not idle, and she was busy serving tea and water.

Qin Jing'an was dressed in a red regular clothes, with a big coat on the outside, he crossed Erlang's legs, and on weekdays, he was like a waterfall draped in the green silk behind his head, and today he specially tied it up with a jade crown.

He held the teacup, skimmed the floating tea leaves with the lid, and his eyes fell on Meng Yuyun, who looked like a little boy in the corner.

Tang Nan wanted to be regarded as a person from the Yamen, and he heard early that Qin Jing'an was coming today, and he didn't want to be oppressed by that person's status as a prince, so he asked Meng Yuyun to take care of himself early in the morning, but he didn't know where to go to be chic and happy.

Qin Jingan asked to go and see the new corpse, where could the county commander and the master who could only play tricks on their mouths see the corpse, and hurriedly pulled out such an old man as the master to block it.

Zhang Chengzuo didn't panic, he respectfully followed behind the man he called a little rabbit cub on weekdays, without the slightest flaw on his face. On the contrary, Meng Yuyun, who was at the end, was absent-minded all the way.

So much so that she didn't notice that her master was halfway through, holding his stomach and turning around and going to the thatched house.

Meng Yuyun lowered her head, looking at the big red clothes that were getting closer and closer in front of her eyes and swaying, as if she was confused, she stretched out her hand and grabbed it in vain. She clenched her fists, a smile running across her lips.

The morgue is often cold and swishing, Meng Yuyun should have been used to it, but now that it is winter, the corpse is not easy to decompose, and the morgue is getting colder and colder.

As soon as she stepped into the threshold, the smell of blood and the cold wind made her a little suffocated for a while, and she was quietly placed in the parking position, covered with a white cloth of Xiaolian's corpse, faintly stained with blood.

It was so cold that Meng Yuyun shrank her neck, her face was white from the cold, setting off the destroyed half of her face, and the hideous wounds were black and pressing, making it more and more terrifying.

Qin Jing'an stopped, he looked at Meng Yuyun, who was a little dizzy, and couldn't help but untie the rope and cover Meng Yuyun's body.

This action relieved Meng Yuyun in shock, and looked at the hand of the man who covered himself with his clothes with a puzzled look.

She moved her lips, and many things she wanted to say but couldn't. Thinking of the man in front of her, who had only married a beautiful girl two days ago, her heart felt a dull pain in her heart, and the pain made her fingertips numb.

If it was really ten fingers connected to her heart, she smiled mockingly, her eyes glued to Qin Jing'an's body, and she was reluctant to move away.

Qin Jing'an's gaze met with Meng Yuyun, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air, his eyelids drooped a little evasively, and he retracted his hand stupidly.

For the royal family and nobles, Meng Yuyun has always felt that they are all pretentious. She believes that it is said that it is to solve the case, but to let the people below collect evidence to determine who killed the murderer, and then go out on her own to arrest the murderer.

It's just that she doesn't want to look at Qin Jingan with this kind of gaze.

Xiaolian's corpse was gnawed so that only the skeleton remained, and there were even some bones, and I don't know where it was bitten.

The head and the whole face were blurred with flesh and blood, the eyeballs were gone, and the two bloody holes were quietly entrenched on the flesh that could no longer be called a face.

Qin Jing'an skillfully turned over the white cloth, and the horror of the corpse did not make him look afraid, but was interested.

Squinting his eyes, he stared at the corpse with a tragic death, "There has always been a suspicion in this case, the people who died were all women, according to you, someone was using these women's bodies to raise Gu." But why, if the murderer doesn't destroy the corpse, isn't he afraid that the court will send someone to investigate? This is a capital offense. ”

Meng Yuyun thought about it and felt that the murderer was so grandiose in killing people, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the imperial court. She hesitated again and again, and opened her mouth to guess herself, "Xu is a murderer, and he is not afraid of the imperial court?" ”

This is actually a bit ridiculous to say, but Meng Yuyun feels that it is not impossible, and for some reason in her mind, she thinks of the Gu master that Zou Ran once said.

Zou Ran once said that these murder cases, judging from the use of Gu, is a person who is very powerful with Gu. There are mostly ethnic minorities in Miaojiang, and they are good at Gu, which is extremely mysterious.

In the past, Miao Jiang launched a riot, and the imperial court could not be too tough on the people in this place, so it could only pacify the troublemakers and send a lot of silver down, so that they could be considered peaceful.

Qin Jingan was not stupid, he caught the meaning of Meng Yuyun's words. If the murderer is from Miaojiang, then the problem will be a little troublesome.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help frowning. It seems that it is necessary to make a trip to the palace.

In the palace, on a road leading to the imperial study, a person combed a high jade crown and wore a crimson official uniform embroidered with delicate lines, and the hem of the clothes swayed with the pace.

Qin Jing'an stepped on a path paved with cobblestones, which was a great honor for others, but with him, all that could be revealed was his expressionless face.

The pebbles squeezed the soles of his feet, and they didn't hurt or itch, and they were nothing to him.

On the cornices carved by the best sandalwood, the pattern is the phoenix that wants to fly, which is worth describing with the magic of the axe, and the feathers of the phoenix are vividly engraved.

The high red wall locks up many pretty red faces, and there are rows of willow trees planted on both sides of the path, the soft branches are now withered, and there are no goose yellow and green willow leaves, and the road looks very depressed.

"Jing'an!" The gentle and soft voice is particularly pleasant on the silent path.

Qin Jing settled down, staring at the woman standing under the willow tree with withered leaves, seeing that she was so cold that she didn't even bring out her cloak, she couldn't help but unconsciously cross a touch of irritability between her eyebrows.

The woman's appearance is very cute, with a small mole on the tip of her nose, and crooked eyes, full of smiles.

He lowered his head, trying to get past the woman.

"Are you ignoring me?" The woman's smile fell, her bright eyes suddenly became dim, she muttered, and her voice penetrated into Qin Jing'an's ears, making him a little uncomfortable for a while, and he couldn't help but stop again.

"Look, the phoenix that spreads its wings and wants to fly," the woman stretched out her frighteningly white hand, pointing to the phoenix carved on the cornice, and smiled lightly, "Like me in the past?" ”