At this point, Jun Zilin got up and glanced not far away, and then looked at the corpse in front of him, speculating that the person who threw the corpse may not have entered the mass grave, but threw the corpse directly from a distance, so that the corpse would be broken bones, and even the carrion on the surface would be crushed into a ball.

If so, then the fierce is harboring martial arts.

After all, this parabola is not short, and the corpse thrower must have enough strength to complete it, and the general one with great strength cannot do this.

So could the corpse thrower be the murderer?

"Turn the body over."

Jun Zilin thought about it, gave an order, and stood up. But at the same time, he has a skeptical attitude in his heart, if the person who throws the body is the murderer, then why should a person with martial arts use poison to kill?

The deceased's family is a good old man and has never made a feud, so why use poison to deal with such a good person?

And to throw the corpse in this way?

Liu Xing saw that the princess was thinking, so he asked his subordinates to quickly turn over the corpse.

The officials hesitated, covering their mouths and noses, no one was willing to turn over the corpses, especially in this mass grave, the cold wind was blowing, as if a demon was floating over, and the cold wind blade was like the sharp nails of the evil ghost, as if it was going to get into your neck to eat people and drink blood.

was yelled at, and his subordinates immediately responded to the order, and slowly turned over the corpse slowly.

The corpse has been broken to the bones, and the corpse is turned over, which is different from the normal corpse.

It took some effort on the part of the officials, but they eventually turned it over.

Liu Xing endured the rancid smell in the mass grave and asked the princess to continue the autopsy.

Jun Zilin came back to her senses, slowly squatted down, and was about to touch the bones behind the dead body, but coldly, she saw a human face under the deceased.

In this mass grave, corpses are lying on corpses, bones after bones, lying horizontally in a mess.

At the foot of Jun Zilin, there are still corpses. She was careful not to step on it, and now, when the body of the deceased was turned over, there was still a corpse pressed under the corpse of the deceased, and now only one face was exposed.

This face is white and bloodless, her lips are slightly open, her lips are dry and cracked, she has a thin melon seed face, the bridge of her nose is very beautiful, her eyes are open with anger, and she has never looked at death.

Looking at such a face, Jun Zilin only felt that her breath didn't come up, her eyes turned black and she lost consciousness.

"Princess!"

"Princess!"

There was a roar all around, but Jun Zilin couldn't hear it anymore.

There was a rush of soldiers, the rancid smell on the tip of his nose turned into a warm aroma, and he heard the familiar male voice, as well as the familiar fingertips, gently caressing his forehead.

Jun Zilin turned over comfortably, stretched out her arms and hugged his big palm, her eyes didn't open, and she said, "Don't make trouble, I still want to sleep again." ”

The imperial doctors who arrived were worried, but when they heard that the princess had already spoken, all the imperial doctors breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly the atmosphere in the room relaxed.

The cold voice of the prince of Jin came, "All go out." ”

It's great that the princess is awake, it's finally good, it's a good thing!

Everyone rushed out of the door and left the space for the prince and princess.

Outside the door, Liu Xing drooped his head, like a mourner.

The princess fainted in a mass grave, and the news spread throughout the imperial capital.

He originally ordered everyone to keep it a secret, but he didn't know that the one who didn't want to die actually leaked the news.

Liu Xing's life was not good, and the prince of Jin knew about it, so he didn't get angry, and he didn't even say a word.

This is more terrible than a temper, Liu Xing didn't dare to make a mistake, and he didn't change his clothes, so he came to the palace to ask for guilt. Now the doctors came out and said that the princess had woken up, all right. He breathed a sigh of relief, but the door remained closed.

Liu Xing, who didn't dare to leave, stayed here and waited for the prince to come out.

In Prime Minister Fu's house, I heard that the princess fainted in a mass grave.

The teacup in Fu Ayacui's hand "banged" and fell to the ground, rotting into pieces. The hot tea that spilled splashed on her feet, but she didn't feel it, and asked the maid who came to report the news: "Now, how is it now?!" ”

"The imperial doctors have all gone to the Jin Palace, saying that the princess has been unconscious." The maid returned.

Fu Aya Cui couldn't sit still, she walked around the house with a blue face, and after killing Qianbai's slut, she threw her directly into the mass grave.

Fu Ayancui knows this matter better than anyone else.

She made you do it. Now Jun Zilin happened to pass out in a mass grave, will there be any federal scripture between the two.

Won't the visit be to find Qianbai's body?

It's not quite right, more than ten days have passed since this happened, and the corpse has already turned into white bones, how can it be possible to distinguish the true face?

Why did Jun Zilin go to the mass grave, how could she go to that kind of place?

Fu Ayaki couldn't figure it out, so she asked the maid to inquire about the news again.

In the room, Fu Ayaki couldn't sit still at all.

At this moment, in the Jin Wangfu house, Jun Zilin, who had completely woken up, couldn't sit still.

She pushed away Zhou Yan's outstretched hand, put on her shoes, her face turned pale, and hung her head in the room, leaning on the table, quietly contemplating.

Chihaku is dead.

That face is a thousand white.

Qianbai was the woman with martial arts that Zhou Shen was looking for, and she stayed by the side of Fu Xiangfu's cousin and used it to protect her cousin.

When Jun Zilin went to Baoqin Courtyard before, after seeing Fu Yarou after being stupid, she thought of Qianbai. But after looking around, Qianbai is gone, and even Fu Yarou's personal maid is not there.

There was only Fu Yarou alone in the huge courtyard, and she didn't even have anyone close to her.

Jun Zilin also thought about finding Qianbai, but Fu Yarou's condition was more urgent, she kept the matter in her heart and didn't even say anything about Zhou Yan.

But no matter what, I never thought that there would be such an experience.

Qianbai, who protected Fu Yarou, was actually in a mass grave, and she actually turned out from under the corpse when she was investigating the case.

Jun Zilin stretched out her hand to cover her chest, and her eyes turned black with anger, she was too deceitful! It's too much of a deception!

Never let her go! Never let her go!

Behind him, a broad chest came over and embraced Jun Zilin's slender and soft body into his arms, and the man's magnetic voice was sent with comfort: "Ai Concubine, if you are like this, this king will be distressed." ”

Jun Zilin didn't say a word, she hung her head silently, but there were already monstrous waves of anger in her heart.

Such pain and anger cannot be expressed.

It can only be kept in the heart. Such uncourage is unspeakable, and can only hate his own incompetence.

Zhou Shen hugged her, and found that her body was soft and shaky, and her little face was extremely calm after being angry, just like the terrible calm before the storm.

Turning around, Jun Zilin faced Zhou Shen and gently threw herself into his arms, her little face pressed against his chest, her lips pursed, and she didn't say anything.

Zhou Yan didn't know what was going on, but he knew that Concubine Ai went to investigate the case and fainted.

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