Chapter 174
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The corner of Ning Shu's mouth twitched. She raised her head and looked at him silently: "…"
After he finished talking, Hui Mo realized that he was also scolding himself. He hurriedly added: "I'm not talking about us, I mean other than us. Let me see, from the light rust left by the second corrosion, it doesn't seem to be too old. It should be within a year or so. "
"This shows that our suspicions should be correct." Ning Shu also rolled up her sleeves, revealing a small section of her snow-white wrist. She jumped into the pit and looked around the coffin: "The other party is very cautious. I can't find any clues outside the coffin. Let's lift the coffin and take a look."
The seven suppressing nails were removed one by one. Under the hazy moonlight, the heavy coffin lid was lifted. That literary talent who had swallowed a bellyful of tears finally reappeared in this world.
The thick stench of corpses mixed with the smell of tulip juice. The smell was unparalleled. Even though there was a thick handkerchief between them, Hui Mo and Ning Shu almost fell over from the smell. They both turned their faces away at the same time.
"Tsk, tsk, this is troublesome." When the smell dissipated, Hui Mo put half of his head into the coffin. He swept his eyes up and down and showed an embarrassed expression.
It was common knowledge that the older a corpse was, the harder it was to examine it. Even if there were simple anti-corrosion measures, after six years, the corpse had already changed beyond recognition. Only the shape of the flesh and bones stuck to the palace dress could be vaguely seen. It was a slender woman about six feet tall. As for the rest, it was really a headache.
Ning Shu said: "We can check the poison."
Hui Mo nodded: "It seems that we can't do anything else." He quickly took out a bag of silver needles and began to work.
Next to him, Ning Shu didn't disturb him. She just held an oil lamp. In the flickering flame gently blown by the breeze, she quietly looked at the talented scholar who was born inconspicuous and died inconspicuously.
No matter how ordinary a family was, after their loved ones passed away, they would gather a few cups and pots to be buried with them. However, Wen Cairen's tomb was very clean. Other than the rotten flesh and rotten palace robes, there was nothing else inside. Ning Shu looked carefully for a long time before she dug out a dark grey and heavy object from the slight protrusion of the palace robes on her chest.
In Ning Bi's eyes, the strange thing in her hand clearly reflected. Ning Shu blinked and vaguely recognized it: "This is … a name lock?"
The colorful thread tied to it had long been rotten and would break at a touch. Only the rusty body of the lock still maintained the shape of a bat, which meant "Fu".
A name lock, also known as a longevity lock. Almost every baby's family would put one on him or her after they were born. Rich families would carefully make one with gold, jade, and jewelry. Ordinary families would choose the cheaper silver and the lowest grade would be copper. But no matter what kind of material it was made of, it would be engraved with the words "Long Life and Wealth", which represented thousands of parents' hope for their children to grow up safely.
The one in Ning Shu's hand was made of medium silver. There were three delicate bells at the bottom, which could make a crisp bell sound when it was shaken slightly.
Hui Mo heard the bell sound and looked over. He curiously said: "She died an unnatural death at a young age, but she was buried with a longevity lock that represented longevity and wealth. This is so creative." It was not only creative, but also inexplicably ironic. What did the person who chose the burial objects for her think? If it was intentional, it was really vicious.
He thought for a while and said: "Could it be that the talented scholar made this for the thirteenth princess when she was born? Before the talented scholar died, he was reluctant to part with his beloved daughter, so he asked the thirteenth princess to take the longevity lock that the thirteenth princess wore when she was young to be buried with him. It makes sense. "
"It shouldn't be." Ning Shu slowly shook her head, "Judging from the blackened appearance of the silver lock, it may be twenty or thirty years old. Judging from the time, maybe the talented scholar was just born at that time. "
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