Murder by Burying a Corpse
Everyone took their seats in the living room.
Fu Bo quickly started a fire and fetched a big pot of hot tea.
"It's been like this recently, especially these two days. The northern region is almost flooded. If this continues, there will be a flood like a few years ago. I think the imperial court will be busy again."
As he spoke, he poured hot tea for everyone.
Ji Yunshu held the hot tea in her hands and glanced outside.
Then, she asked, "Fu Bo, how have you been recently?"
He smiled, "It's nothing much. It's just an old ailment. Every time it rains or winds, my bones hurt." He sighed as he spoke, "Oh right, Teacher Ji, did you come back to work on a case?"
She nodded, "A case in Yufu County."
"Yufu County?" He was surprised, "It's still a long way from here. What kind of case is it? Didn't you go to the capital? Why were you assigned to investigate a case in Yufu County? Don't tell me there's no county magistrate or coroner in Yufu County? Why did you have to go? "
Good question.
She smiled and stretched her hand towards the fire again. She only said, "Every case has its own difficulties."
"That's true." He asked again, "Teacher Ji, will you come to Jinjiang again in the future?"
"I'll leave it to fate."
Fu Bo nodded.
Then, he poured a cup of hot tea and passed it to Wei Yi.
His gaze on Wei Yi was filled with kindness and even a trace of joy.
"You must be Young Master Wei. I remember the last time I saw you on the streets. You were only this tall then … "He gestured with his hand," Now that I see you, you've grown so much. "
Wei Yi smiled and lowered his head, "Hello, Fu Bo."
His voice was loud and clear.
"Ah, good, good, good …"
Fu Bo couldn't hide the smile on his face.
He also patted the back of Wei Yi's hand a few times.
When Wei Yi finished his cup of hot tea, he poured him another one.
"Thank you, Fu Bo."
"As long as you're doing well, Fu Bo."
Wei Yi handed the cup of hot tea to Ji Yunshu. "Shu 'er, drink this."
"There's no need. You've just recovered. Drink more hot tea."
"Yes."
Pursing his lips into a gentle smile, he nodded.
Fu Bo, on the other hand, was staring at Wei Yi. His face was filled with fatherly love.
This unusual behavior was very surprising.
Even Jing Rong, who was sitting across from her, noticed this.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu suddenly remembered her painting. She quickly took it out and slowly unfolded it before the fire.
It revealed a portrait drawn on the paper. Because it was colored, the portrait was vivid and lifelike, like a photograph.
Tang Si sat opposite her and turned her head to look at it. She couldn't see it clearly, so she walked around to sit next to her and stared at the painting that had been blurred by the water.
"Ah Ji, who is this? Why are you carrying a portrait of a man? "
"This is a portrait of a dead person."
"A portrait of a dead person?" Tang Si shifted to the side.
Hearing this, Uncle Fu also walked over. He glanced at the portrait, and the teapot in his hand made a 'dong dong' sound.
The sound was very soft and did not attract attention.
He said, "Teacher Ji, your portrait is wet. Give it to me. I'll bring it to the room over there and dry it. There's a dryer there."
"That's fine."
She rolled up the painting and passed it to him.
Uncle Fu took the painting and left the hall. He went to the room that was often used to boil white vinegar.
After a while, Jing Rong turned to Lang Po and asked, "Is there any cold repellent medicine in the carriage?"
"I think …" Lang Po thought for a moment. "Yes, there are cold repellent tea leaves."
"Go get it and make a pot."
"Yes."
Lang Po immediately went to get the tea.
Very quickly, a pot was brewed.
But just as the pot of tea was served and was about to be poured —
Mo Ruo, who had been in a daze, suddenly felt his nose twitch. He immediately sobered up and covered the mouth of the teapot with his palm.
He looked serious. "What is this?"
"Cold repellent tea."
"Who gave it to you?"
"This …" Lang Po looked at his prince warily. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Miss … Mu Jin gave it to me."
Hearing this, Jing Rong's eyes narrowed.
Ji Yunshu also heard it, but she pretended as if nothing had happened.
Then, there was a "bang"!
The pot of cold repellent tea was pushed to the ground by Mo Ruo.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
"There's poison in this cold repellent tea," Mo Ruo said.
"What do you mean?" Jing Rong asked.
"There's a poison called Buddhist Pear Fragrance in the tea. Once it's drunk, it becomes a slow-acting poison that won't be detected in a short period of time. The poison will take effect in a month."
Interesting!
A month later?
"A slow-acting poison?" Jing Rong immediately questioned Lang Po. "This tea? Was it really given by Miss Mu Jin? "
"It was indeed given by Miss Mu Jin. She said it was cold repellent tea, so this subordinate …"
"Send someone back to Anfu and investigate." His expression was cold and stern. His eyes stared at the blazing fire, growing darker and darker.
Lang Po could only reply, "Yes!"
Ji Yunshu was also very surprised. Miss Mu Jin poisoned it?
While everyone was still in shock …
Suddenly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone banged on the door of the memorial hall from the outside.
Fu Bo came out from a small room at the side and staggered to open the door.
The door had only opened a small gap when it was pushed open from the outside.
Fu Bo staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground. The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, and the rain fell on his bony body.
Five or six yamen runners wearing official robes barged in with swords in their hands.
Each of them looked fierce and ferocious!
The leader of the yamen runners ordered as soon as he entered, "Arrest him."
The yamen runners immediately picked Fu Bo up from the ground.
Ji Yunshu only needed one look to know that they were from the Jinjiang county yamen.
But …
She had been working in the yamen for five years. Although these people were wearing the official robes of the Jinjiang county yamen, they were all unfamiliar faces.
She had never seen them before.
Could it be that after she left Jinjiang, that idiot Liu Qingping reshuffled the ranks?
Seeing that Fu Bo was about to be taken away, she immediately chased after him.
He shouted, "Hold on."
Only then did the yamen runners notice that there was a group of people sitting in the hall of the memorial hall.
The leader of the yamen runners stood in the rain and looked Ji Yunshu up and down. He extended the hand holding the sword forward and questioned, "Who are you?"
"This one is just a passer-by. I'd like to ask, what crime did this old man commit?"
"What does that have to do with you?" The man rebuked and ordered the yamen runner beside him, "Take him away."
Just as he was about to leave …
"Is this how Lord Liu makes you handle cases?" Ji Yunshu's tone turned cold.
Huh?
The leader of the yamen runners looked her up and down with a sinister expression.
"Who are you? How dare you question Lord Liu's handling of cases? "
Ji Yunshu was no longer as polite as before. Her brows furrowed.
She frowned and asked sternly, "I'll ask you one last time. What crime did Fu Bo commit?"
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