It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Early the next morning, Yang Xianrong quietly went to Beijun Mansion.

She sat in the back hall, looked at Mao Hongbin who was rubbing his eyes and asked, "Did you drink last night?"

"Sit down, Chunxi. I drank two glasses. The wine was quite strong, but I didn't fall asleep." Mao Hongbin's eyes were red, as if he had stayed up late.

"Where's your eldest brother?" Yang Xianrong looked very serious and asked Cui Xi to close the doors and windows.

"He had a few drinks with Princess Pingyang, and then went to Hongsheng Theater. Later I came back to read a book without asking." Mao Hongbin pressed his forehead, "Princess Pingyang and my eldest brother are old acquaintances."

"Your eldest brother has never been an official? How did you meet Princess Pingyang?" Yang Xianrong looked at him until he was confused.

"It's probably because Princess Pingyang often sneaked out to eat when she was young. My eldest brother opened Mingyue Tower at that time, so we got to know each other..." In reply to Yang Xianrong's words, Mao Hongbin was suddenly stunned. This was indeed not unusual. Normally, combined with the fact that Mao Hongmao has not yet married or had children, he works conscientiously in Mingyue Building every day, and rarely even goes to purchase goods. He just lets the shopkeeper, chef, and others do it for him. What does this mean?

"Uncle Mao, we are on our own behind closed doors now." Yang Xianrong sighed softly, "In this situation, you... let your elder brother pay more attention to it, I can see it, in case someone finds it If there are any clues, it will not only be bad for Princess Pingyang, but also bad for the Emperor."

"Yang Xiaorong, you can't say that. Princess Pingyang is a widow, and my eldest brother is not married, at least not that..."

"She is the eldest princess after all." Yang Xianrong emphasized, "She used to be in charge of the embroidered messenger. She was Sima Zhong's protector. She was a child raised by the late emperor Sima Yan personally. If she were not a princess, this throne would be Maybe it’s hers, but do you think she is a simple person?”

"...Now we just eat, drink and have fun, right? I'm probably getting older..." Mao Hongbin forcefully defended himself.

"Do you think so?" Yang Xianrong asked him.

"...Let's see again, at least Princess Pingyang doesn't have anything now..." Mao Hongbin was also beginning to feel unsure. Could he not see what was going on between Princess Pingyang and his eldest brother? He is no fool.

"Don't talk about this matter, do you understand all your eight masters?" Yang Xianrong changed the topic again.

"What aspect?" Mao Hongbin suddenly started to sweat, "I have been in office for more than three months, so I should be fairly familiar with it."

"Really?" Yang Xianrong asked again.

"So? What happened?"

"There are demons who confuse the public and cause trouble." Yang Xianrong sneered, "Uncle Mao, this place in Beijun Mansion is full of clouds and dragons. I don't know how many people have planted their spies here. If you have been doing this for three months, you still can't do it." Understood, I should resign as soon as possible. Now that Sima Lun is no longer my backer, and Sun Xiu has lost his power, you must also think of your own way out."

"Ah? Xiao Rong, what happened?" Mao Hongbin was completely confused. He even felt that he was swaying and couldn't stand firm at all.

"This time, I can only help you get here. In the future, I will also take one step at a time. Haha, the world is changing so fast. Maybe people have already thought about it, and we are just chess pieces. ." Yang Xianrong actually laughed, looking very strange, with a sad look in his eyes. Mao Hongbin knelt down and wanted to say something, but looking at this charming but haggard face, his heart ached.

"Let's go to Chen Wuzuo's place first to see the inquest status of Li Mingzhe's body." Yang Xianrong stood up and asked Cuixi and Huizhu to open the door for her. She also looked around to make sure there were no other people waiting around. .

Seeing Yang Xianrong being so careful and Mao Hongbin neatly dressing up his official uniform, the moment he straightened his back, his momentum increased a lot. He was originally an idle scholar, and it was indeed uncomfortable to be put in this position.

The office is located in a corner of Beijun Mansion, and usually no one dares to hang out here. Yang Xianrong had been here many times and was very familiar with it, so he walked straight over.

The work room is not too big. There is an old camphor wood table in the corner of the room, on which are placed all kinds of tools needed for work, such as knives, bamboo pliers, scissors, cotton cloth, and even awls and hammers. These tools may seem rudimentary, but they play a vital role in critical moments.

A picture of the human skeleton hangs on the wall, with the names of each part marked on the picture, which is particularly eye-catching and is also the most eye-catching part of the studio. Whenever Yang Xianrong sees this, he will think: When all parts of the human body are marked, what is the difference from other animals?

In the other corner of the room, rows of clay pots were neatly stacked, containing various herbs. These herbs are key to preserving the body and eliminating odors. Next to the clay pot, there is a wooden shelf with many bottles and jars containing spices, medicinal materials, etc. for extraction.

In the center of the room, there was a corpse.

Chen Wuzuo is still examining Li Mingyuan's bones.

Li Mingyuan died a year ago. After opening the coffin and taking out the bones, they were wrapped and sent to the Beijun Mansion Prison Office. After several days of drying, the bones were all black in color and looked like Very abnormal.

Chen Wuzuo put on his gloves and raised a piece to face the sun and looked at it. Then he crushed it with force.

The broken bones were placed on a piece of white cloth, black and white, broken into pieces.

Seeing Yang Xianrong walking in, Chen Wuzuo was still stunned for a moment, then bowed and saluted, and said in a low voice: "Queen, there is a lot of evil here, don't come here."

"It's okay." Yang Xianrong was not afraid at all, and even looked at the broken bones carefully. "I heard before that human bones are white powder. This appears black. Is it a sign of poisoning?"

"Yes, but not." Chen Wuzuo was a little stuck, but after thinking about it, he said: "Generally speaking, when we ordinary people die, our bones will change after a few years. For example, those who take medicine all year round For people, the bones may be dark brown, or even red. But most people are white scum."

"So, there is something wrong with him being black and white?" Yang Xianrong was so courageous that he even used bamboo tongs to pull out the broken bones, very carefully.

"Let's do this... Let's do another experiment to find out whether this person was poisoned." Chen Wuzuo called his assistant to pull out the broken pieces of clothes from the broken bones and put them into the water. Gradually melt away.