The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 172 Don't think it's offensive!
Jun Qinghan glanced at the window calmly, put away the medicine bottle, "Okay."

Su Qingran quickly gathered her clothes, jumped off the bed and ran towards her little bed.

Seeing her lying down on the couch, Jun Qinghan flicked his sleeves and extinguished the candle.

The moonlight was shining brightly through the window lattice, and quietly fell on Su Qingran's white and tender face.

As soon as Jun Qinghan raised his eyes, he saw the woman's sleeping face under the moonlight, small and peaceful.

"The two corpses that will be inspected in Yizhuang tomorrow are headless corpses. You should be mentally prepared."

Those two people were sent to Jingzhou by Zhang Shan, and none of the forces found any trace of them.

When Dali Temple received the news, it was the news of their deaths.

"Understood." Su Qingran muttered sleepily.

What is a headless corpse? She has seen many corpses more terrifying than a headless corpse.

"Remember to send someone to Yizhuang early tomorrow morning to lift the two corpses out of the ice cellar and thaw them..."

Jun Qinghan: "..."

On the east side, there is usually an ice cellar in the yizhuang to store the corpses, so as to prevent the corpses from decomposing when they come for an autopsy.

After Su Qingran finished speaking, she turned over and went back to sleep.

……

Moonlit night.

The moon leans against the west window, reflecting two slender figures in front of the window.

"Murong Che has already left for Jingzhou, is everything ready?" The man standing with his hands behind his back asked in a cold voice.

"Third brother, don't worry, everything is ready." Jun Qingnan asked uncertainly, "Third brother, do you think Murong Che will see anything?"

"Whether he can see it or not depends on your ability!"

"Yes."

"Sixth Brother, don't let Third Brother down. When I sit in that position in the future, I will definitely not forget Sixth Brother." Jun Qingye said earnestly.

"The sixth brother will definitely help the third brother with all his strength."

Jun Qingye patted him on the shoulder and told him, "Go, be careful in everything."

……

The next day.

Before dawn, a group of people got up and prepared to leave Yizhuang.

When Wang Zuo saw Jun Qinghan and Su Qingran coming out of the room one after the other, his expression was very bad.

Flicking his sleeves, he lifted his feet and walked away.

He originally guessed that the two of them would discuss some important matters, but who knew it was really...

When two men are together, it's not too offensive!
I thought Murong Che, the minister of Dali Temple, would be so capable, but who knew that he would like to linger in the arms of Xiao Wuzuo, but it's mediocre!

Seeing Jun Qinghan, Bailihe walked up to him in two steps, "Murong, Hanqing, good morning."

"Morning." Su Qingran yawned.

As soon as they followed Jun Qinghan out of the county office, they found that the outside was surrounded by common people.

When everyone saw Jun Qinghan, they knelt down one after another, "Murong Shizi is here, it's really Murong Shizi!"

"Your Majesty Murong, you must decide for us..."

Su Qingran glanced at the kneeling people on the ground, and at the iron mask on the man's face.

There's no way, he wears such a thing on his face, it's so recognizable that it's hard not to be recognized.

In the east, who doesn't know that there is an iron-faced and ruthless Murong Che wearing an iron mask in Dali Temple?

"Get up, why are you looking for this son?"

"Murong Shizi, the little old man's son was conscripted to build a reservoir, but he was drowned in the flood. The little old man went to Jingzhou to inquire, but he was kicked out before seeing the governor."

"Murong Shizi, the husband of the civilian woman was also drowned during the construction of the reservoir. There is no explanation until now. You should make the decision for us."

　I chatted with my friends for a while, and I haven’t finished writing, so I owe it to tomorrow (づ￣3￣)づ

　　
　
(End of this chapter)