Ji Qingyi has only seen ancient weddings on TV, and he only thinks that the red is very festive. When Liu Hanmei came to her house with a group of mothers-in-law and maids, she learned that there were six ceremonies for marriage, and they had to go through Nacai, ask for names, Najib, recruit, invite dates, and welcome them one by one.

Ji Qingyi is a light person, and she doesn't like cumbersome things the most, listening to Liu Hanmei talking about marriage matters like a Tang monk chanting a mantra, she was inexplicably irritable: "Auntie, Qing'er is not feeling well today, I don't know if I can talk to Qing'er about this matter another day?"

Liu Hanmei's face froze, where did Ji Qingyi's calm and relaxed look like she was unwell? She is an elder and busy with her, but she doesn't care at all.

can think like this, Ji Qingyi is now favored by King Jin, and she will not treat her coldly. Liu Hanmei frowned, stepped forward and pretended to put her hand on Ji Qingyi's forehead: "How can it be uncomfortable?" But last night I got a chill? ”

Ji Qingyi turned sideways, avoided without a trace, and said without saltiness: "Maybe."

Liu Hanmei retracted her hand in embarrassment, glanced at her secretly, and said, "That's to grab the medicine."

Yu Yu Chong said sharply to the maid behind him: "What are you doing in a daze?" Don't hurry up and get a doctor! ”

"No need." Ji Qingyi stopped it loudly: "Thank you aunt for your kindness, Qing'er only needs to rest for a while, and there is no need to ask a doctor."

Such a clear eviction made everyone understand, and Liu Hanmei left the house with a black face. The people were gone, but the things were not taken, and a few fine silks and many unnamed jewelry filled the room where Qingyi was sent.

Although the Jin Palace's mansion has been overjoyed recently, it still seems that it can't break through the gloomy atmosphere of the imperial capital. For half a month, there have been a large number of strange deaths of people.

Jing Zhaoyi He Huaishen's hair turned white because of this matter, and after thinking about it for a few days, he asked his son He Qingzhen to go to Shangshu Mansion to ask for Qingyi.

He Qingyi hadn't seen Ji Qingyi for a few days, firstly because he was too busy with the case, and secondly because Ji Qingyi was about to marry King Jin, and his emotions were mixed and depressed, and he still couldn't bear his admiration for Ji Qingyi.

He Qingchen ordered someone to report outside the door, and after a short time, he greeted him when he sent it. When he rushed to send it, he said, "Send the book."

When he sent it, he helped him and said, "Virtuous nephew, move to the main hall."

After He Qingxuan entered the main hall of Fuzhong at the same time, he didn't even have time to take a sip of the tea poured by the maid, so he said: "Send Shangshu, I came here this time to ask for something."

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." I fold the sleeve and make a petition at the time of mailing.

"You also know that there have been many bizarre deaths in the imperial capital in recent days." He Qingyun frowned and said: "Originally, there was a happy event in Shangshu Mansion, and such filthy things must be taboo, but my father and I have no choice, so I want to ask Qingyi to come forward to help."

When he sent it, his face was embarrassed, and he just wanted to refuse when he saw Qingyi enter the main hall. She was slightly shocked when she heard what He Qingyun said just now, she was ordered not to go out because of her marriage, and she didn't expect such a big thing to happen in the imperial capital.

"It's okay, you take me." Ji Qingyi stood behind He Qingyi and spoke.

He Qingyi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ji Qingyi to suddenly appear, he hurriedly turned around, and when he saw Ji Qingyi, his thoughts were chaotic, he suppressed his emotions, but his eyes were still hot.

Ji Qingyi was shocked when he saw his thin appearance now, and suddenly laughed: "What a big case that made you feel like this."

The smile was bright and moving, which made He Qing stunned for a while.

When he sent it, he said to Qingyi with a cold face: "Nonsense! How can you show your face! ”

Ji Qingyi said lightly: "Why not?"

Ji Shiqi's face turned pale, and he slammed the table: "You are the future princess of Jin, what kind of system do you become like you show up with the officials all day long!"

"Uncle can't bear to watch the people die one after another? You are the secretary of the Criminal Department, and you will not be happy if this case is not handled well, and you have the right to share the worries and solve problems for your uncle. After sending Qingyi, he turned around and walked out of the main hall.

He Qingyun chased him out when he sent it, and swept away a table of things when he sent it angrily.

He Qingyi caught up with Ji Qingyi, walked up to her and asked, "Now there are only three corpses left in Yizhuang, and the rest have been cremated because of the smell, but go to the autopsy first?"

Ji Qingyi nodded: "You understand me, what do you say?"

He Qingyun was stunned by her first half of the sentence, and then lowered her eyes and said: "Died for no reason, the death was miserable, as if I had endured great pain."

"Death for no reason?" Ji Qingyi was a little surprised, after all, the bizarre way of dying for no reason is very rare even in modern times, she remembers that there is a method of ultrasonic shock killing, but this kind of killing method can only be done in ancient times unless people with particularly strong martial arts can do it.

He Qingyun nodded: "Several people died in a similar state, all of them seemed to have died of poisoning, bleeding from seven holes, but they couldn't find the cause of death, and there was no poisoning reaction in the internal organs of the whole body."

Ji Qingyi pondered for a moment: "Is it possible that the Southern Xinjiang Gu Poison?"

He Qing was stunned: "Southern Xinjiang Gu poison? But all poisons must always have toxins left in the body. ”

"There is a kind of Gu poison is to put poisonous insects into people's stomachs, raise them, at the beginning there is no big problem, poisonous insects will also absorb toxins in the human body, so that their spirits are strong, people in southern Xinjiang often use this method to treat various diseases."

Ji Qingyi paused and then said in a deep voice: "This kind of Gu worm is soaked in nine kinds of poisons, and it is taken from the way of poison to attack poison, but if it is not taken out in time, there is no toxin in the body to provide poisonous insects to suck, and the poisonous insects will turn back into broken bodies."

He Qingyan's face was full of consternation, and after thinking about it, he said: "But there must always be signs when the body is broken, and the autopsy did not find any signs of poisonous insects breaking the body."

Ji Qingyi smiled: "Have you seen a Gu worm that looks like silk? It can enter and exit the body through pores. ”

He Qingyi was stunned, and immediately sent Qingyi to a secluded place and handed her the case file.

Ji Qingyi took the case file and looked through it quickly, and after a while, he said in a condensed voice: "There are three suspicious points, first, several deceased people died around midnight. Second, although the death of the deceased is the same, I don't know if you have found one. ”

"Which one?" He Qing stepped forward.

Ji Qingyi turned to the last page, pointed to one of the lines and said: "The rest of the dead were found dead the next day, and this butcher named Zhao Meng returned home in the early morning because he went to Xicheng to buy pig food, and he suddenly fell to the ground and died as soon as he entered the door.

He Qingyun stared at the place where Ji Qingyi pointed for a while: "I also noticed this, but I didn't find out what the black water was at that time."

Ji Qingyi nodded, and said, "And the third point is the biggest doubt."

Ji Qingyi looked at him and said word by word: "They have all been to the Immortal Cultivation Society."

He Qingchen took the case file, pointed to one of the pages and said: "This deceased named Zhang Po has never been there, she is an old lady who has been paralyzed for many years. Moreover, the Immortal Cultivation Society is a folk sect that emerged half a year ago, and most of the people in the city have been there. ”

Ji Qingyi hooked her lips and chuckled: "Most of the people in the city have been there, so if this Zhang Po can't go, can't her family go?" This church that has risen up among the people is an evil sect. ”

He Qingyun turned red suddenly, he had never seen her smile like this, and she had a bearing that contained everything in front of her, unlike ordinary girls. No, even the nobles of the palace do not necessarily have her confidence and demeanor.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that He Qingyi didn't speak for a long time, Ji Qingyi thought that he had said something wrong.

He Qingyun came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "It's nothing, I mean you still go to Yizhuang?"

Ji Qingyi walked out of the alley and looked left and right at the creeper on the wall: "Go, Yizhuang should be ......"

She pointed to the southeast, "Is it over here?"

He Qingyan was dumbfounded, and said dumbly: "How do you know this?"

Ji Qingyi looked at him stunned and felt funny for no reason: "A place like Yizhuang, where the qi of corpse tide is accumulated all year round, it must be more desolate than the place next to it, you see that this creeper doesn't want to grow in the southeast direction, and besides, this is the prosperous imperial capital, and that side is indeed the suburbs, you just took me to the east, so you must have taken a shortcut to come here."

After some deduction, He Qingyan was impressed, and his eyes were even more infatuated. He didn't want Ji Qingyi to see the clues, so he lowered his head and walked quickly to the front, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go quickly, it will be difficult to enter Yizhuang at dusk."

Ji Qingyi tilted his head to look at He Qingyi, who had walked out of a distance quickly, and shrunk his shoulders.

The more desolate it is to the southeast, the fewer flowers and plants on the road, and when he walked to the gate of Yizhuang, Ji Qingyi saw a piece of torn cloth by the door, dark blue. It didn't seem that the material was very good, she didn't touch it at a glance, and followed He Qingyan into Yizhuang.

As soon as I entered, I felt that the temperature inside and outside was completely different, and the inside of Yizhuang was at least five or six degrees lower than the outside, and only a few dim oil lamps were hanging on the beams. There were several coffins underneath, and several bodies were covered with white cloths that had not been placed in the coffins.

The two of them were just about to go to see the corpse when they heard the sound of a murmur coming from inside. The two of them were immediately alert, and He Qingyi shouted behind Ji Qingyi to the source of the voice: "Who?!"

No one answered, but a person slowly came out of the shadows, the man walked very slowly, his back was bent, and his face slowly became clear, it was an old man.

Ji Qingyi felt He Qingyi breathe a sigh of relief, and He Qingyi opened his mouth and said, "Uncle Fan, it's you."

Uncle Fan is a servant of Yizhuang, and the Fan family has guarded Yizhuang for several generations, and he is also very respected within a radius of dozens of miles.

Uncle Fan smiled, coughed and said, "I came inside at noon today to take a look, and found that a pillar was cracked without knowing what's going on, so I brought a few wooden planks to tie it firmly."

"But it's settled?" Ji Qingyi asked.

Uncle Fan nodded: "I have a wooden plank, I'll go home and get it."

After that, he asked, "What are you doing in Yizhuang?"

He Qingzhen said: "This is a famous work, come to the autopsy."