This is a threat, a naked threat! !
Bao Cheng suddenly raised his head and stared at Han Changmu's face, his eyes gradually darkening.
His face was unparalleledly handsome, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his brows were broad. He looked like a man of great grace and gentleness, but his words were stingy and hateful.
It's really gold and jade, but its appearance is ruined.
He, a powerless supervisor, could not defeat the internal guards who were full of evil.
He swallowed a breath of bad breath, lowered his head and made a small smile: "Since the young envoy has said so, I will give it a try."
"It's not forced, it's necessary." Han Changmu corrected Bao Cheng's statement ruthlessly.
Bao Cheng pursed his lips, and after a long while he finally agreed: "Yes, I will do my best."
Yao Yao turned his head away and shrugged his shoulders. It was obvious that he was laughing silently.
Han Changmu knocked on the dining table with his fingers and said calmly: "After eating the morning meal, I will go to see Song Ying. Yao Yao will go to the Internal Guard Department to see He Zhenfu, and lead a team of internal guards directly to the Song family's ancestral grave in the suburbs of Beijing."
Yao Yao pursed his lips, unable to suppress the raised corners of his lips. A smile fell on his face, and he nodded in response.
Thirty miles south of Chang'an City, there is a large maple forest on the undulating hillside. In late autumn, the red leaves on the mountain are as fierce as fire. But at this time, the maple trees have not even grown their leaves yet. The morning light shines through the bare treetops. In the forest, everything is desolate and desolate.
After leaving the maple forest, the sky suddenly became overcast, and the originally sunny morning light suddenly dimmed. Looking up at the sky, the layer of clouds in the high blue sky was extremely thick, and there were dark waves surging in the clouds.
A group of people emerged from the maple forest. The leader was He Zhenfu, the commander-in-chief of the Department of Internal Health. When he learned that Song Huaide's coffin would be opened today, he rubbed his hands excitedly. Although the autopsy was to be done using strange methods, he still Sun Ying was also grabbed.
Bao Cheng and Yao Yao followed side by side, feeling the cold wind. He tightened his collar and trembled, "Do you really want me to do an autopsy? I'm scared."
Yao Yao glanced at Bao Cheng. His face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, suddenly turned pale. It seemed that he was really frightened. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued to disgust Bao Cheng. : "The corpses rot very slowly at this time of year. If you don't keep it all, there is still some carrion hanging on the bones. It should be more practical."
Bao Cheng rolled his eyes and vomited. He felt that he would not be able to hear the word meat for a month.
To the west of the maple forest, among the low mountains as far as the eye can see, patches of graves are densely covered. The dim morning light falls on the gray and white stone tablets, and the cold light flashes in the mountains.
Bao Cheng's scalp was numb, and he grabbed Yao Yao's hand with a cry. He looked at her pitifully, trembling and exclaiming, "Why, why, so many graves!!"
His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand, and he was about to cry.
Yao Yao pushed Bao Cheng away in disgust: "You have never seen a grave."
Bao Cheng clutched Yao Yao's sleeves tightly and slid to the ground. His face was pale and he was about to cry and said without tears: "I, I, I have never seen so many." He gestured, He was so trembling that he couldn't even speak the complete words: "You know, we are all cremated."
Yao Yao took a deep breath and barely resisted the idea of kicking Baocheng open. Cremation, there is no need to examine the corpse.
She glanced at Bao Cheng, her eyes dark and pitiful, and if she pushed the shovel down later, this damn thing wouldn't faint on the spot.
"Yao Junjun, there are many tombs here, let's look for them separately." He Zhenfu stood in the distance and shouted loudly.
Yao Yao responded quickly, ran over and looked around the mountains.
This place has excellent Feng Shui. It was divided up by the aristocratic families in Beijing a hundred years ago and used as their own ancestral graves. There are many bones buried there and the yin energy is particularly heavy.
The Song family is a long-established family in the capital. It has a rich heritage of more than two hundred years. It has served the emperor since the late emperor, and now it is a minister of the imperial family. It also sent its daughter to the palace, which is quite favored by the emperor.
The ancestors of the Song family had already circled this geomantic treasure land as their ancestral tombs. Because they started early, the area was large and good, and the cemetery was also built in a very orderly manner. The tombs of their ancestors occupy the best position in geomantic omen.
The vegetation in the mountains is all dry, but the pines and cypresses in front of the tomb are still green.
The morning breeze passed through the tomb, it was cold and gloomy. Yao Yao folded his arms. No wonder Bao Cheng was afraid. Walking through the tomb was indeed breathtaking.
The inner guards dispersed and soon found the burial place of Song Huaide in the Song family's ancestral grave.
The shape of the tomb is the same as that of other people in the Song family, only slightly smaller. It is built with green bricks, and the green bricks are covered with a thin layer of frost. Two cypress trees are planted in front of the tomb, because they were just planted. It was still very weak, only just higher than the tombstone. A few curled leaves were trembling alone on the treetops.
The traces of wind and rain on the tombstone are still very light, and the handwriting on it is clear and simple.
It can be said that Song Huaide did not make any outstanding achievements when he was alive, and he was a bit miserable when he died. There was no epitaph to write, and only the names of his wife and children were engraved on the tombstone.
The guards were all standing around with shovels, waiting for Han Changmu to arrive and give the order to dig the grave and open the coffin.
Before Han Changmu came, Yao Yao walked around Song Huaide's grave, frowning slightly, then ran to the graves of other members of the Song family and looked around carefully.
Bao Cheng looked at Yao Yao's appearance and couldn't bear to look at him. How could such a beautiful little girl like to look at graveyards?
Yao Yao walked to He Zhenfu and said doubtfully: "Mr. He Qi, something is wrong."
He Zhenfu said in surprise: "What's wrong?"
Yao Yao squatted down, pointed at the green bricks, and frowned slightly: "The soil beside the tomb is mixed with egg white and glutinous rice juice. It has been exposed to the wind and sun for so many years, and it may become as hard as It's like iron. I don't know what the tomb inside is like yet, but I just went to see the tombs of other members of the Song family. Except for the tombs of a few ancestors, the tombs of the younger generations are only made of blue bricks, and The grave soil is not made so strong."
He Zhenfu also became suspicious and followed Yao Yao to look at other tombs.
As he walked around, his face gradually darkened. There was indeed something fishy, but it was not easy to find without looking carefully.
He said in a low voice: "Let's wait until the adults come."
Yao Yao nodded. Without Han Changmu's support, none of them would dare to dig the Song family's grave.
The sun gradually rose, the sunlight penetrated through the clouds and fell down, and the gloom in the cemetery was slowly dispersed.
As everyone stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks, looking forward in anticipation, the sound of horse hooves finally came from the maple forest, and then a crimson official robe fluttered in the desolate maple forest.
Yao Yao and He Zhenfu looked at each other, showing thin smiles of joy.
Bao Cheng then sighed, the world was getting worse, digging graves and digging graves actually brought up the sense of déjà vu during the New Year.
Han Changmu urged his horse to come closer, with several people following him.
There is no need to say more about the other people. They are all big and thick, with sinister faces, and their murderous intent is revealed without concealment. The less timid ones will definitely be frightened to the point where they cannot speak properly.
At first glance, these people are not ordinary servants, but well-trained guards.
These people gathered around a man in his forties who got off his horse. He had a serious face without any wrinkles and a very beautiful dark long beard. When the sun shined, the black color shone brightly.
Yao Yao has never seen Song Ying, but he has heard of his extremely well-groomed long beard. Looking at it now, it is really excellent. It is comparable to the long black beard that was cared for by one person in his previous life. The beard is so well maintained, and only the concubine's brother has such a leisurely mood.
Han Changmu nodded.
Yao Yao, He Zhenfu and others hurried over to see the ceremony.
Song Ying snorted with her nostrils raised to the sky, which was regarded as a return salute, and then turned to Han Changmu and said: "Young Envoy Han, since you have the Holy Purpose at hand, I will not embarrass you. I just don't care whether it can be detected today." Why, the envoy can only open the coffin this time, let alone take the dog’s body away.”
Han Changmu obviously reached an agreement with Song Ying. He nodded and said calmly: "Yes, I understand."
Both of them use official titles. In terms of title, Han Changmu is the prince with a different surname, and Song Ying is a relative. He is slightly taller than Song Ying. He only needs to perform the courtesy of a junior and does not need to claim to be a subordinate. However, Han Changmu does this in order to pay tribute to Song Ying. Song Ying made it clear that he was only doing this according to the holy order and had nothing to do with the Han Palace.
Han Changmu did not use his title to pressure others, and Song Ying was happy to do so.
Song Ying waved her hand, and the guards she brought dispersed to guard various places. They put their hands on the sword, their eyes were like torches, and their aura was terrifying.
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this formation. The Song family seemed a little unusual.
Without delving into the origin of this unusual situation, he ordered people to start digging Song Huaide's grave.
The internal guards were all very skilled, and they all had people who could take advantage of them. Even though the tomb was a little different, it was not impregnable after all. A brick was quickly dug out, revealing the grave soil inside.
Taking advantage of this time, Yao Yao and He Zhenfu walked to Han Changmu and whispered what they had just discovered.
Han Changmu's expression remained unchanged, but he frowned slightly and glanced calmly into the distance.
There was a small table and a small spoon placed in the distance, and Song Ying sat there leisurely, drinking tea slowly. She seemed not to be paying attention to this place, but her eyes always fell here from time to time. Once he met Han Changmu's eyes, he quickly looked away.
Han Changmu pursed his lower lip and whispered a few words to Yao Yao and He Zhenfu.
He Zhenfu waved his hand and called Sun Ying over.
Han Changmu explained Sun Ying carefully, and Sun Ying nodded repeatedly with a solemn expression.
Bao Cheng couldn't help it anymore and leaned over to listen to the conspiracy the four people were discussing.
Han Changmu glanced at Bao Cheng and said deliberately: "Mr. Bao, are all the things for the autopsy ready?"
Upon hearing this, Bao Cheng took a step back in horror.
Sun Ying glanced at Bao Cheng in surprise.
This is the time to grab the line! !
