Early the next morning, Yang Xianrong quietly went to the Northern Military Mansion.

She sat in the back hall, looked at Mao Hongbin who was rubbing his eyes, and asked, "You drank last night?" ”

"Chun Yu sat down, I drank two glasses, and the wine was quite strong, but I didn't fall asleep." Mao Hongbin's eyes were red, and he did look like he had stayed up all night.

"Where's your eldest brother?" Yang Xianrong's expression was very serious, and asked Cui Xi to close the doors and windows.

He accompanied Princess Pingyang for a few drinks, and then went to Hongsheng Theater. Then I came back to read the book and didn't ask. Mao Hongbin pressed his forehead, "Princess Pingyang and my eldest brother are old acquaintances. ”

"Your eldest brother has never been an official? How to meet Princess Binh Duong? The sheep looked at him until he was finished.

"It's about Princess Pingyang when she was young, she often sneaked out to eat, and at that time my eldest brother opened Mingyue Building, so I knew you......" Answering Yang Xianrong's words, Mao Hongbin was suddenly stunned, this is indeed not normal, combined with Mao Hongmao's fact that he has not married a wife and had children, he has been doing things in Mingyue Building every day, and he rarely even buys goods, and he has asked the shopkeeper and chef to do it for him, what does this mean?

"Uncle Mao, now we have our own people behind closed doors." Yang Xianrong sighed lightly, "In this situation, you ...... Let your eldest brother pay a little attention, I can see that if someone finds clues, it is not only bad for Princess Pingyang, but also bad for the emperor. ”

"Yang Xiaorong, you can't say that. Princess Pingyang is widowed, my eldest brother is not married, at least not so ......"

"She's a princess after all." Yang Xianrong emphasized, "She used to be in charge of the embroidered messenger, she was Sima Zhen's protector, and she was the child raised by the former emperor Sima Yan himself, if she wasn't a princess, this throne might be hers, so do you think she is a simple person?" ”

“…… Now it's all about eating, drinking, and having fun, right? It's about ...... old," Mao Hongbin forcibly defended.

"Do you think it will?" Yang Xianrong asked him rhetorically.

“…… Let's take a look at it, at least Princess Pingyang has nothing to ...... now" Mao Hongbin also began to be unsure, could he not see the matter between Princess Pingyang and his eldest brother? He's not stupid.

"Don't talk about this, do you know all your eight masters?" Yang Xianrong changed the topic again.

"Where?" Mao Hongbin suddenly began to sweat, "I've been in office for more than three months, so I should be able to understand it." ”

"Really?" Yang Xianrong asked again.

"So? What happened? ”

"Some people have gotten rumors to confuse the public and cause trouble." Yang Xianrong sneered, "Uncle Mao, this place in the Northern Military Mansion is mixed with clouds and dragons, I don't know how many people have planted their eyeliner here, if you don't understand it after three months, this official will resign as soon as possible." Now Sima Lun is no longer my backstage, and Sun Xiu is no longer in power, so you have to think about your own way out. ”

"Huh? Xiaorong, what happened? Mao Hongbin was completely blindfolded, and even felt that he was wandering, and he couldn't stand on his feet at all.

"This time, I'll probably only be able to help you get here. In the future, I will also take one step at a time. Hehe, the world is changing, it's really too fast, maybe people have already figured it out, we are just chess pieces. Yang Xianrong actually laughed, looking very weird, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Mao Hongbin knelt down and wanted to say something, but looking at this delicate but haggard face, his heart also hurt.

"Let's go to Chen Tongzuo first, and see the inquest of Li Mingzhe's body." Yang Xianrong stood up, asked Cui Xi and Hui Zhu to open the door for her, and looked left and right to make sure that there were no idle people around.

Seeing that Yang Xianrong was so cautious, Mao Hongbin's official uniform was also clean, and the moment he straightened his back, his momentum also came up a lot. He was originally an idle reader, and now he was forced to be placed in this position, which is indeed uncomfortable.

It is located in a corner of the Northern Military Mansion, and no one dares to come here at all. Yang Xianrong has been here many times, and he is very familiar, so he walked straight over.

In one corner of the room was an old camphor table, on which were all kinds of tools, knives, bamboo tongs, scissors, cotton cloth, and even an awl and a hammer. These tools may seem rudimentary, but they play a vital role in critical moments.

On the wall hangs a picture of a human skeleton, with the names of each part marked on the map, which is particularly eye-catching, and it is also the most eye-catching part of the work. Every time Yang Xianrong sees this, he thinks: When all parts of the human body are marked, what is the difference from other animals?

In the other corner of the room, rows of clay pots are neatly stacked, and the pots contain various herbs. These herbs are the key to preserving corpses and eliminating odors. Next to the clay pot, there is also a wooden shelf, on which are placed many bottles and jars, which contain spices and medicinal herbs that have been refined and refined.

In the center of the room, a skeleton sits along.

Chen Tongzuo is still inspecting Li Mingyuan's bones.

Li Mingyuan died a year ago, and after opening the coffin and taking out the bones, he wrapped them and sent them to the Beijun Mansion.

Chen Yanzuo wore gloves, held up a piece to face the sun's rays, and then crushed it with a force.

The broken bones were placed on a white cloth, black and white, broken and broken.

Seeing Yang Xianrong walking in, Chen Yanzuo was still stunned for a moment, before bowing and saluting, and said in a low voice: "Queen Mother, there is a lot of yin here, don't come here." ”

"It doesn't matter." Yang Xianrong was not afraid at all, and took a closer look at these broken bones. "I've heard before that human bones are white powder, and this is black, is it a sign of poisoning?"

"Yes, but it's not." Chen Chengzuo was a little stuck, but after thinking about it, he said: "Generally speaking, when we ordinary people die, the bones will change a little after a few years. For example, those who take medicine all year round may have dark brown bones, and they may even be red. But most of them are white scum. ”

"So, he's black and white, there's something wrong with him?" Yang Xianrong was very bold, and he actually used bamboo tongs to pull those broken bones, very carefully.

"This one...... Let's do another experiment to find out if this person was poisoned or not. Chen Qizuo beckoned his assistant to pull out the fragments of his torn clothes from the broken bones, put them into the water, and gradually melted away.