"The Queen, Your Majesty, want to make the decision for my mother!" Lei Xiaoni suddenly rushed over. Sima Ying stopped her, then she knelt upright in front of Yang Xianrong, crying and shouting, "Who killed me?" Killed her? Who is so cruel? "
Faced with such heartbreak, Yang Xianrong withdrew his thoughts and looked at the poor little girl.
Zhu Mo quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Yang Xianrong, scolding: "How can you yell in front of the Queen?"
Some soldiers also ran over, intending to drag Lei Xiaoni away.
Yang Xianrong did not speak, but turned around and quickly went to the work office.
Sima Ying followed immediately.
Grandma Ruan was looking through the body, while Chen Wuzuo was taking notes with a pen and paper.
"This man was also beaten to death?" Yang Xianrong asked.
"Queen." Grandma Ruan wanted to salute, but she was holding bamboo pliers and her movements were very slow because she had been beaten.
"No need to salute, just say it." Yang Xianrong covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, but did not come close.
"We can't be sure at the moment." Grandma Ruan pointed to the female corpse, "Although her face was beaten like this, she might have been strangled to death."
There was a crimson trouser belt on the neck of the female corpse. Even on the corpse that had been soaked and swollen, bruises on the neck could be seen.
"The throat area was strangled like this. It was most likely that the person was strangled first and then hit on the face with a heavy object. Otherwise, if the person had been hit on the face first, with such force, he would have already died. There is no need to strangle him again. "
"Lin?" Sima Ying didn't get closer, but she didn't move away either.
He stood outside the office and listened carefully to their conversation.
"Lei Xiaoni said this dress belonged to her mother, and there was a vague birthmark on the back of the body's neck." Grandma Ruan touched the clothes of the female corpse, which were still a little wet. "The clothes were neat and had not been violated."
"Is this belt hers?" Sima Ying asked again.
"She has her own trouser belt, but the texture of this trouser belt is similar to that of her clothes. We still need to confirm it with the Lei family." Ruan Granny glanced outside, "The Lei family father and daughter went out after taking a look. Talk too much."
"Well, being able to recognize the Lin family is already a breakthrough." Yang Xianrong glanced at the crimson trousers again, "Can you take it off now? The deceased is already dead, don't let the body suffer anymore. "
"Okay." Grandma Ruan asked Chen Wuzuo for help and slowly took off the belt from the body.
"This fabric is indeed good." Yang Xianrong watched their movements with good eyes, "It seems to be very strong."
"It should be something from Hu Ji." Chen Wuzuo rubbed it gently, "Not many people in Luoyang City can dye this color. The color is uniform, the threads are fine, and it's not cheap."
"It must be Su Shun who strangled my wife to death! The queen, the prince, your lord, make the decision for my wife!" Lei Dayong ran over howling, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. Lei Xiaoni beside him was even more excited. Cry loudly.
Zhu Mo looked at Yang Xianrong and Sima Ying, and then said loudly: "The murderer must pay with his life. The Jin Dynasty has strict laws and the murderer will be found!"
"Thank you, sir!" Lei Dayong's voice was hoarse from shouting, and he hugged his daughter and cried non-stop.
Yang Xianrong couldn't bear to see such a scene, turned around and walked to the second hall.
Sima Ying followed closely again and asked, "Back to the palace?"
"Why?" Yang Xianrong looked at him blankly.
"We've confirmed that the body is Lin's. Even if the case is solved, why don't we go back to the palace?" Sima Ying also looked at her.
"Then why do you want me to come?" Yang Xianrong asked very directly, without being polite at all, "The prince came to Tianyuan Hall early in the morning to find me and asked me to see the body. Now... Why do you want me to go back?"
"The Empress is concerned about this case and wants to leave the palace." Sima Ying was still polite and courteous. "Uncle Huang and Zhenren Xu also said that the Empress could come and take a look, and Mr. Sun also said that the Empress could be asked to solve the case. Now, the case has been solved. , the queen’s reputation for knowing everything can be spread in Luoyang City, and perhaps it can also be written into the history books."
"...What do you mean by this?" Yang Xianrong heard the evil in these words.
It was obvious that Sima Ying had looked down upon her from the beginning, and had not even respected her, or the status of the empress, at all.
"That's just what I mean." Sima Ying actually bowed slightly and saluted, "Thank you for your hard work, Queen. I will ask Master Zhu to write a memorial."
"Who is the murderer?" Yang Xianrong had already clenched his fists, this man actually treated her like this.
"Sushun."
"Are you sure?"
"confirm."
"I don't confirm." Yang Xianrong kept a straight face and tried to stay calm, "I want to see him confess in person."
"What should we do?" Sima Ying had already stood up straight.
He was a head taller than Yang Xianrong, and when he looked down at her, the coldness in his eyes was clearly evident.
"Bring Su Shun to trial and ask him to confirm whether this belt is his." Yang Xianrong's bright eyes were clear and showed no fear at all.
This was beyond Sima Ying's expectation. He looked at her steadily, and then suddenly said loudly: "Master Zhu, take Su Shun with you, let's go to Hu Ji to authenticate the artifact!"
Zhu Mo agreed very quickly. He had long seen the embarrassment and inappropriateness in this, and leaving quickly was the best policy.
Yang Xianrong didn't say anything, and just walked out of the Beijun Mansion with a straight face.
Sima Ying was still following behind, following every step.
It took time for Zhu Mo to go to the prison to pick up prisoners. Yang Xianrong didn't walk very fast either, and he slowly took in the scenery of Zhuque Street.
This is completely different from last night. There is less feasting and red-sleeved beauty, and more of the daily atmosphere of fireworks.
She walked slowly and stopped to take a closer look when she saw a small stall that was different from those in Taishan County.
It was almost noon, and many restaurants and food stalls began to solicit business along the street. There were sounds one after another, and it was very lively.
The people of Jin Dynasty are open and open, and there are many single women like her walking on the streets.
Gradually, there were more and more people.
Some people passed by her, some children were running, and some vendors were selling small items to her... Yang Xianrong walked among the crowd and walked into the crowd.
Although his mind was still buzzing because of what Sima Ying had just said.
But he always has a young mind, and when he sees exciting, interesting and novel things, his attention is diverted.
There are also buskers in the busiest open area of Zhuque Street.
He didn't look like a Han Chinese. He was tall and powerful. His rugged black and red face was covered by a beard, and his eyes were almost invisible.
Just like this, the two people were fighting together, going back and forth, it was so intense.
The crowd of onlookers also grew, and some even started to cheer and shout.
The two men wrestled even harder, and even tried their best to knock each other to the ground and beat them hard.
I couldn't help but exclaimed when I saw the sheep's appearance.
After a struggle, both of them saw blood, but they gave up.
One of them suddenly took off his upper body clothes, used it as a dustpan, and began to ask for rewards from the onlookers.
Seeing such a wonderful game performance, the spectators also took out their coins one after another, more or less as a token of their gratitude.
Yang Xianrong reached out and touched his dress, and suddenly remembered that he didn't go out with his purse.
When he saw the two big men approaching him, he suddenly became nervous and reached out to touch the small golden hairpin above his head.
"Ours, brothers worked hard today! Good job!" Suddenly a rich voice sounded from behind, and then he took out a small silver ingot and threw it over.
