A few little eunuchs brought tables and chairs, and prepared tea, Mu Jingzhong sat on the chair, nodded and stepped forward with the palm of the ice ling.

Lingren's steward is called Shen Musheng, who was born in the Binghu of Lantian County, and has been on an errand in the palace for six or seven years. He definitely didn't know why there was a dead person in Bingjian, it must have been the corpse inside when the local icelord sent Bing.

Mu Jingzhong slammed the shocked wood on the table, "Be bold and slave, don't shirk the responsibility of others and fool your own official." If when Gong Bing was transported from the place, there was a corpse hidden inside, then why didn't the person who took the ice find the corpse hidden in the ice when he received it? And the smell of this ice is very bad, and when the ice cubes were divided this morning, no one noticed anything different. Could it be that Ling Ren's nose was all frozen, and he couldn't smell it?"

Shen Musheng kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said that every year in the summer moon court, when the ice was given on the stage, in order not to delay the process, the Ling people would divide the ice on the first day and put it in the ice book for storage.

Then, this morning, when the Holy Lord distributed the reward, they would send the Tribute Ice outside the Imperial City according to the amount of tribute ice that the Holy Lord had given to the courtiers, and it would be taken away by the courtiers' families.

So it's possible that someone hid the corpse after Ling Ren put the ice into the ice book yesterday.

Mu Jingzhong knocked on the wood again, "Are you admitting that you are guilty of dereliction of duty, but you don't admit to killing?"

Ling Ren hurriedly kowtowed again, "The adults are clear, and the small ones really don't know." Little Yesterday Yesterday"

Shen Musheng was halfway through his words, his eyes wandered, and Mu Jingzhong slapped Tang Mu again, "If you don't explain honestly, are you waiting for the official to torture you?"

Shen Musheng was so frightened that he immediately prostrate on the ground, "The little ones should be damned, the little ones should be damned." When dividing Gong Bing last night, the villain had a stomach trouble because he ate something bad, and he stayed in the thatched house all night, I don't know."

Mu Jingcheng's face was gloomy, and he shouted, "Shen Musheng, you are so daring, now that this official has been ordered to strictly investigate this matter, you still dare to talk nonsense." ”

"The small, don't dare, the little ones don't talk nonsense. ”

"That thatched house is not a dormitory, how can you stay in it for a whole night, and you don't tell the truth, come here! ”

Shen Musheng was so frightened that he couldn't say anything, and hurriedly kowtowed, stumbling and saying that he had indeed lied, and that he had drunk with someone last night, and did not personally supervise the ice mining.

Shen Musheng said that he had been in the palace for six or seven years, and his subordinates had followed him for a long time, and there was a rule to follow every year for the Holy Lord's reward, as long as the ice was divided the night before, the quantity was checked on the second day, and it was good to pull it to the front of Hanyuan Palace.

Usually, they would pack the twenty bronze tribute ice the night before. If the saint temporarily adds more rewards, they will go to the site to cut the ice again, put it in the bronze jian, and transport it to the gate of the imperial city.

So he was lazy, and he didn't personally supervise the cutting of Gong Bing last night, and the result was that he never expected that there would be such a mess.

After speaking, he couldn't help but turn around and scold Ling Ren who was kneeling not far away, "You little rabbit cubs, you really killed Lao Tzu." ”

Mu Jingzhong asked Shen Musheng to be quiet, and then called all the remaining Ling people to step forward, "Among you, who was in charge of cutting the tribute ice last night and putting the tribute ice into the ice jian?"

Ten Ling people stepped forward, and said that last night they were together in the ice cellar of the warehouse of Sinong Temple to collect ice and divide it, and then put the ice cubes into the ice jian, load it this morning, and send it to Hanyuan Hall.

All ten of them said that when they loaded the ice last night, there was absolutely no dead person in the ice jian, and they didn't know this dead person at all.

Mu Jingzhong asked this morning, they didn't open the ice book to check, aren't they worried that the Gong Bing inside will melt away?

Ling Ren said that the ice cellars are all underground, dark and cold, and the ice cellar also has the effect of refrigeration and temperature insulation. Even if the Gong Ice is cut, it will not melt if it is put into the Ice Jian in advance, so when they brought it in, they did not check the state of the Gong Ice in the Ice Jian.

Mu Jingzhong had a calm face, and asked them again when they cut the ice last night, were they sure that Gong Bing was not abnormal at all?

Several Ling people lowered their heads and glanced at each other, Mu Jingzhong saw it in his eyes, and immediately slapped the shocked wood, "Reply truthfully, be careful to serve the punishment." ”

Ling people all hurriedly kowtowed, saying that last night, the candlesticks they brought into the ice cellar broke two sticks. Because to get the candles, you have to go out of the ice cellar first, and then go to the warehouse director to apply for them, so everyone is troublesome, so they cut the ice cubes under the remaining two obscure candles.

At first, nothing out of the ordinary, but when they cut the last two pieces of ice, they did smell a strange smell.

It's just that everyone was wearing thick anti-freeze and warm equipment at that time, which hindered breathing. And after staying in the ice cellar for too long, my sense of smell has become numb. Also, the smell at that time was not as choking as the smell wafting from the ice book next to it now. Everyone just thought that a dead mouse might have died somewhere, so they didn't care.

When Ling Ren finished saying this, Mu Yirong stepped forward to tell Mu Jingzhong that among the ten ice jians, there were indeed only two ice jians that smelled from them, one of them was the ice jian that was distributed to the Hubu Shangshu, and the other was the ice jian that froze the body of the Taoist priest.

Qian Youliang, who was still listening, couldn't help but secretly say why he was so unlucky, and as he spoke, he thought of the corpse again, and couldn't help retching. After listening to this, Mu Jingzhong exchanged ideas with Mu Yirong, and according to what these people said, the two felt that the ice that was mined first was not abnormal, so this Taoist priest was very likely to be frozen in the middle of the tribute ice, and after the Ling people finished mining the tribute ice outside, the tribute ice that froze the corpse inside was gradually revealed.

Because it was dark in the cellar at the time, these people mined the ice near the frozen corpses. But these people kept saying that none of them had ever seen a corpse frozen in the ice.

With such a large corpse, it is impossible not to see it when Ling Ren is mining.

It is very likely that someone mined this Taoist priest from the Gong Ice and put it in the Ice Treasure after they left the ice cellar.

But for what?

Hou Hu, Hou Monkey and the others who went to investigate the information of the corpse had not yet returned, and Ling Ren had already interrogated him, so Mu Yirong had no choice but to walk up to Bing Jian again to check the corpse.

The Nineteenth Prince, who had been pinching his nose and standing next to Bingjian staring at the corpse, seemed to be interested in Seocho, who was also staring at the corpse, and chatted with him.

"This heroic female pavilion chief is Yirong's cousin, right?"

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