These words touched Yao Yao's heart, exactly what she wanted to say but couldn't say out loud. She looked up and saw that the person speaking was a man with a dark face, because his face was too dark to tell his age.
Huang Huai's face looked a little ugly, but he explained patiently: "Isn't this a road citation document from a certain person?"
The dark-faced man glanced at Huang Huai and continued lazily: "The road quotation documents can only prove your identity, not his."
These words were like enlightenment, and everyone nodded frequently. After listening to what the understanding people said, there were suddenly more understanding people.
Yes, he said he was a domestic slave, so why was he a domestic slave?
Because he is tall?
Because of his age?
Or is it because he is the long history of the Han Dynasty?
Yao Yao looked at the dark-faced man and smiled meaningfully. This man looked so dark and his words were so hit-and-miss. He must have been named Bao.
Huang Huai's eyes were a bit colder, he barely suppressed his anger, and said every word as if he wanted to eat people: "I don't know what your surname is."
Yao Yao was stunned and smiled even deeper.
This must be the threat he hates. After asking him what his name is and where he lives, he can come and invite him for tea.
Unexpectedly, the dark-faced man was so calm. I don’t know if he didn’t hear what Huang Huai meant or if he did. Because his face was too dark, he couldn’t see the change in his expression. He still smiled lazily: “I am a student of the Imperial College, my surname is Bao, one name is Cheng, and the word is smart."
The "poof" stuck in his throat, making Yao Yao shed tears.
His surname is Bao, his surname is Bao, and he is so dark. Is there really such a coincidence in the world?
Yao Yao subconsciously looked at Bao Cheng. Could this person really have anything to do with Bao Zheng?
Bao Cheng noticed Yao Yao's gaze and looked over without knowing what was going on. He grinned, revealing a row of dazzling white teeth.
Yao Yao's heart trembled, and he quickly looked away and lowered his head.
The supervisors of the Imperial College are either rich or noble, and must not be offended.
Huang Huai held his breath and forced a good face: "It turns out to be Mr. Bao. Mr. Bao didn't know something. The slaves in the Han Palace have plum blossom marks on their wrists. If Mr. Bao has any doubts, you can Go check it out.”
Yao Yao was stunned.
Plum Blossom Mark, such an elegant name, why does it sound so familiar? Is there such a time when such an idiot Hanwang can be so elegant?
Isn’t that the one used exclusively by plum blossoms in the TV series? Why do the servants of the Han Dynasty also use this? Could it be that the unscrupulous King of Han also used it, so he was so coquettish and risked his life after the jar was broken? The one who controls heaven and earth?
Before she could recover, a faint voice came from behind: "Yes, this person has a plum blossom mark on his right wrist."
When everyone looked back, they saw Han Changmu squatting on the ground, turning up Master Fei Yi's sleeve, holding the dead-colored hand, and showing the plum blossom mark to everyone.
The plum blossom mark is dark red, and you can tell it is old at a glance. It cannot be faked instantly.
Everyone gasped.
Hiss, who is this person? He dares to touch even dead people, so they just dare to look at him.
Han Changmu clapped his hands and stood behind everyone as if nothing happened, listening to Huang Huai continue.
Huang Huai nodded towards Han Changmu and showed a grateful smile: "Everyone, there is nothing suspicious about this matter. Please go back to your room with peace of mind. I will take this person's body to the first floor first. I will wait until tomorrow." Get off the boat when it’s light.”
The owner of the ship also hurriedly followed up: "That's great. There is a vacant warehouse at the stern of the ship, which is usually used to store sundries. It is convenient for placement."
After confirming their identities, there was no objection. As long as the ship could move forward as scheduled, this bad luck was nothing. Everyone whispered to each other and dispersed.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao had no excuse to stay and watch the fun. They pretended that they were just ordinary people watching the fun. Listening to Huang Huai's voice behind him calling for people to move Master Feiyi, they slowly walked back to the room.
As soon as the door was closed, Yao Yao leaned against the door, frowned slightly, and lowered his voice: "Sir, is it true that there is a long history named Huang Huai in the Prince of Han's palace, and is it true that the servants are branded with the plum blossom mark?"
This was a strange coincidence, why didn't she believe it so much?
Han Changmu's hands were soaked in the water, with bright rose petals swaying between his fingers. He carefully washed the hands of the corpse, touched them, and slowly wiped them: "Yes, but the plum blossom mark is extremely secretive. I also I have only heard of him a few times, but as for Huang Huai, there is such a person, but I have never seen him."
The co-authorship is all hearsay, and seeing it may not be true, let alone just hearing it.
This is not true.
Yao Yao walked around in the room, feeling a little lost. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
I heard the heavy footsteps outside fading away, and it seemed that everything had been cleaned up.
Han Changmu walked to the door, opened the crack in the door and listened for a long time. He looked back at Yao Yao, who had a lawsuit on his face, and said calmly: "If you can't figure it out, let's go and take a look."
Yao Yao was stunned and figured it out in a flash. He shook his head and said, "What are you looking at? It's too dangerous. I won't go."
Han Changmu did not open the door and go out. Instead, he opened the long window. Before jumping out of the window, he turned around and said, "I'm not leaving yet."
Shangguan's words were as loud as the sky, and Yao Yao didn't dare not listen.
She pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, shook her legs, cursed secretly, and followed Han Changmu as she jumped down from the window, swirling in the wind like two fallen leaves, falling to the deck one after the other. It was light and made no big noise.
The two of them hid under the bright lights, hunched over and tiptoed towards the stern of the boat.
In order to prevent moisture, the warehouse at the stern where debris is stored has no windows, and wax is sealed in the gaps between the wood. Although Han Changmu is not familiar with this building ship, he is familiar with the basic structure of the building ship. Soon we found the location of a row of warehouses.
After pushing open several rooms in a row, there were piles of clutter, and after opening the last room, a cold air hit my face.
Young Master Feiyi lay on the bamboo mat, covered from head to toe with a brand new white cloth, and an ice basin was placed beside him to cool down.
He died in a hurry, and he was a domestic slave. No one changed his clothes, let alone built a mourning hall. No one worshiped him, and there was not even a plate of sacrifices.
Yao Yao closed the door with his backhand, and the white cold mist curled up on the ice basin, adding to the coldness.
As soon as Han Changmu lifted the white cloth, he heard very low footsteps coming from far away. The two looked at each other, looked around, flew up to the beam, and hid between the beam and the roof, one on the left and the other on the right. In the shadow.
As soon as the two hid, the door was pushed open, and a man came in and said to the door: "You stay here and don't let anyone get close."
Judging from the voice, it was the man who just claimed to be Shi Huanghuai, the chief minister of the Han Dynasty.
In Huang Huai's eyes, the warehouse was empty, so he didn't need to worry about anything. He lit the candlestick and put it aside, then reached out and lifted the white cloth.
The face under the white cloth was faintly yellow, and the skin and flesh were somewhat stiff and tight.
Huang Huai searched all over Mr. Fei Yi's body, even taking off his underwear, but found nothing.
"Why not? Where did this dead man hide his things?" He murmured. Although his voice was not loud, there was no other sound in the room. This whisper fell into Han Changmu's ears without missing a beat.
Looking for something, Han Changmu raised his lips and smiled, and continued to look down while holding his breath.
Huang Huai thought for a while, took off the Feiyi Master's crown, faced the candlelight, and even looked through the gaps, but found nothing. He threw the crown and hairpin to the ground with a sullen expression.
"Boom", the sound was not loud, but it sounded strange to Yao Yao's ears. She had covered her eyes when Huang Huai took off the Feiyi Master's underwear, but when she heard the sound, she opened her eyes He fixed his eyes on the hair crown and hairpin rolled into the corner, his eyes flowing.
There are many people in this place, so it’s not easy to rummage around. Huang Huai concentrated for a moment and decided to talk about it after he takes Master Fei Yi off the boat tomorrow. He glared at Master Fei Yi with a gloomy face: "Get off the boat tomorrow and find a place where no one is around." , Even if I cut you into pieces, I still have to find that thing."
He blew out the candle with a puff and didn't bother to tidy up Master Feiyi's clothes and hair. He just covered him with a scrawled white cloth and turned around to leave.
After a moment of silence, Huang Huai and Han Changmu were heard walking away, and Han Changmu and Han Changmu flew down and looked at each other quickly.
"Master, what are Huang Huai looking for?" Yao Yao asked in a low voice.
Han Changmu shook his head and said nothing, lifted the white cloth, and stared at the Feiyi Master without blinking.
Yao Yao clicked his tongue.
With this view, he is not afraid of deceiving the dead by looking at them.
She took a few steps back, walked to the wall, and picked up the hair crown and hairpin. In her haste, she couldn't see any clues. She thought about it, stuffed it into her sleeve, and planned to go back and study it slowly.
What, this is a dead person’s thing, it’s a bad luck thing.
No, no, this is something valuable, bah, this is physical evidence, take it back to solve the case.
Finding things is an essential skill for the Department of Internal Health, and Han Changmu is an expert at it. He lowered his head and stroked the hem of Master Feiyi's clothes inch by inch.
He had just finished touching the hem of Master Feiyi's clothes and was about to touch the cuffs when he heard footsteps coming from outside again. Although he suppressed them deliberately, they were obviously different from Huang Huai and not from the Lian family.
The two looked at each other, covered themselves with white cloth, and flew onto the beam again.
I saw two people, one fat and one thin, walking in. The fat man leaned against the door, folded his arms, and trembled: "Brother, brother, this, this is too cold."
The thin man turned around and cursed angrily: "I told you to wear more clothes. If you don't wear more clothes, you deserve to freeze to death."
The fat man was about to cry. He didn't know whether it was because he was cold or because he was scared: "Big, big brother, I'm scared."
The thin man slapped the fat man on the head with his backhand: "Why are you afraid? Why didn't I see you being afraid when we were digging the grave?"
The fat man glanced at the body lying on the ground and said, "Brother, there are people in that grave who have been dead for hundreds of years. The bones are rotten. This one, this one is just dead."
The thin man cursed: "They are all dead, they are all the same."
The fat man continued to tremble: "Brother, you don't know, my grandpa said that it's easiest to fake a corpse just after death."
