"Little Fluffy, there's something strange about this!" If you assert that Shen Mei is by no means a suicide!

Lu Rong asked puzzledly: "Miss, Aunt Shen hanged herself in the room!" ”

"But there are rumors, where are Shen Mei's bones now?"

"Miss, why are you asking this?" Lu Rong looked at Youruo's serious expression and felt that his young lady was going to do something bad. Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update

Youruo said impatiently: "You just answer me!" ”

"Aunt Shen just died last night, and now she may be in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and she will be buried after the first seven years."

Youruo pursed her red lips and walked back to the Orchid Garden with Lu Rong.

Such a big thing happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhai Xiying got the news and would definitely come back to inform her, and...

As expected, back in the main room of the Orchid Garden, Zhai Xiying was leisurely sipping tea.

"Little Fluffy, you go down and prepare dinner first." Yu Ruo made a sound and sent Lu Rong away.

"Yes!" The little fluffy closed the door obediently.

Zhai Xiying put down the teacup and squinted at Youruo: "Do you know about your mother's family?" ”

"Got it, I was looking for you." Lu Youruo found a sandalwood chair and sat down.

Zhai Xiying stared at Youruo, and the corners of his mouth opened up with an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, "Doctor Lu has the same idea as this king?" ”

Youruo's red lips followed Zhai Xiying, and she raised slightly, "I don't know Lord Ying, but you want to visit the Prime Minister's Mansion at night and conduct an autopsy?" ”

"Exactly!" Zhai Xiying stood up and walked in front of Youruo.

Raising Yuruo's chin, "Tonight, would you like to accompany this king?" ”

"I'm worried that no one will take me to fly into the Prime Minister's Mansion, this girl, naturally willing!" With Zhai Xiying, a free flyer, how can you miss it.

Pinching the two fingers of Youruo's chin, Zhai Xiying said coldly: "It turns out that Doctor Lu is using this king as a mount?" ”

"Each other, doesn't Prince Ying also use this girl as a coroner?"

……

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the snow is fluttering. The faint moonlight sprinkled on the snow created a beautiful refraction.

As if in Zhai Xiying's arms, he looked at the ground below him.

There are many secret guards in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but they were held by Zhai Xiying with a big burden and avoided it perfectly.

Knowing in advance the storage place of Shen Mei's bones, Zhai Xiying stopped on the roof of a remote courtyard.

"There's someone down there!" Zhai Xiying used internal breath to observe the movement around him.

"Look at me!" Lu Youruo took out a few packets of medicinal powder from his sleeve.

Spread out, the powder was sucked into the lungs by the people below along with the falling snow.

Zhai Xiying glanced at Youruo, hugged her, and entered the cold courtyard.

The door was opened lightly, and at the door, there were two fainted and sleeping housemaids.

"In a coffin?" Lu Youruo looked at Zhai Xiying uncertainly.

Zhai Xiying nodded, and the two approached the coffin together.

Shen Mei did not pass the first seven, and the top of the coffin was not sealed.

A stiff, cold corpse appeared in front of the two.

If you look at Shen Mei's neck, there is indeed a shocking strangulation.

"Let's see if I have been passive before hanging Bai Aya!" Zhai Xiying commanded.

Youruo nodded, and stabbed a silver needle into Shen Mei's throat.

After a few deep turns, the silver needle did not turn black.

Youruo shook her head, "It's not poisoning!" ”

At this time, it was Zhai Xiying's turn to make a move, calmly picked off Shen Mei's clothes, and observed Shen Mei's body.

Youruo watched Zhai Xiying coldly on the side, and said in his heart, this person is really perverted.

Even the corpse of a dead old woman is seen with relish, and it is by no means an ordinary person. God, great god.

"No scars!" After a while, Zhai Xiying said the result.

Both frowned at the same time.

Non-poisoning, non-sword killing, isn't it Shen Mei, is it really suicide?

……

(Markor Literature-)