He couldn't see through this kid, so he was powerless if he fell into trouble. When he felt that he was about to get a chance to see through this person, Qin Feng exposed everything to the public, and everything was wasted.

It is not surprising that such a person can win Mr. Cheng's trust. The nature of the gift of a book is no different from entrusting an orphan!

Qin Feng, Qin Feng, is a polite son, and his most promising identity is the former son-in-law and the imperial merchant. Why can Mr. Cheng Wu be admired by him? The two do not have much contact with each other, which shows that they have more divine friendships.

Yuan Buqi's eyes fell on Qin Feng in a steady state. Sure enough, if you have any good things to be an enemy of him, it would be better to win over him. Unfortunately, he had prejudice, otherwise it would be more smooth than now. Listening to the nagging between Emperor Yuan and Qin Feng, Yuan Buqi's thoughts drifted away.

Besides, Zuo Pingdao hit a nail that was neither soft nor hard at Xiao Lingyao, and he also knew that he was rash and there were crowds of people on the imperial walls, and I wonder how many people they knew were.

He hadn't seen her for a long time. When he saw her and Qin Feng dared to walk together so openly, his jealousy was so burning. Why did they dare to do this? It was simply because he controlled him. The more he thought about it, the more he became, the more difficult it became to control it.

As soon as Qin Feng left, he couldn't wait to go over. Although she had disguised herself, she had not been armed to her wrist. The skin on her wrist was so smooth. I really regret it. I would have known that I would have asked her for a while in the carriage at that time, so I would have regretted it too late!

Zuo Pingdao returned to Dali Temple with his thoughts. Before he could calm down, Yi Zifeng came in. Now the two of them were no longer as embarrassed as before. They just did things with tacit understanding and could do business.

"Sir, someone came to report that a murder occurred in the government office, which was related to Hengshan Academy." Yi Zifeng confessed: "Someone hung a beam in the mountains outside the academy. It was confirmed that this person's name was Lu Ming."

Lu Ming's name is not unfamiliar with Zuo Pingdao, and he immediately paused: "Is this person actually dead?"

A hemp rope was tied to the trunk at one end and tied into a knot. The head was stuck into the lasso. There were stones kicked over at the bottom. Zuo Pingdao rushed here to deal with it and saw this scene. The body had been freed from the rope and placed aside.

There are more people who die in the capital every year, and now no one knows what humanistic care is. The body lies so big on the ground, hastily covered with white cloth, but it does not cover its head.

Lu Ming has a special identity. Mr. Cheng Wu had just passed away and something happened to the student who was the leader of the school kneeling to invite him. The people in the government office dared not be careless and transferred the matter to Dali Temple, but they did not expect that the Dali Temple Minister would come in person.

Zuo Pingdao's expression remained unchanged when he saw the corpse. He first looked at the environment and then looked at the corpse. He looked very calm. He lifted the white cloth and when he saw the red marks between Lu Ming's neck, he gently pulled the corner of his mouth. The coroner on one side knew that he had not hidden it from him.

"The adults should also see that this person did not commit suicide, but was strangled and hung up to fake the false image of hanging." The coroner said: "If this person is really hanged, the tongue will be pressed against the teeth when he is hanged on his throat; the tongue will be more erect under the throat."

"But if someone is strangled first and then pretends to hang himself, his mouth and eyes will open, his hands will scatter, and his hair will be slow. The blood under the throat will not work, and the traces will be light. If the tongue does not come out, it will not be as good as the teeth. Today's story is interesting - a person will be hung up before he is strangled."

"It is the most difficult to distinguish between life and death. This is the most difficult thing to distinguish. People who have tried to understand it can be said that they will hang up before they can hang up. They will suck it after hang up. However, after all, they are two scars, and if you identify it carefully, you can see the traces."

Zuo Pingdao naturally knew the power of this coroner, otherwise he would not have been left in Dali Temple for a long time. He looked down on the incompetent people: "How can you see what kind of thing is it?"

"Sir, it's the rope." Coroner refers to the rope used to hang: "The person who starts is either a martial arts person or a murderer. The student of the academy died a little unclearly."

Seeing Zuo Pingdao's face change slightly, the coroner regretted saying too much, so he hurriedly leaned down and continued to check the body. Zuo Pingdao didn't know the wrong time of this person's death. It seemed that there must be a shady man behind the scenes of kneeling down to send the petition!

As soon as Mr. Cheng Wu died, Lu Ming was killed immediately. It was obviously a silence. Zuo Pingdao immediately walked out and saw several academy students who claimed the bodies not far away. He summoned them over and said, "Take us to Lu Ming's residence."

The students of the academy stayed together for many years and had a little understanding of each other's situation. Besides, high-ranking officials like Dali Temple Queen were not what they usually had the opportunity to meet, so they hurriedly took them to the academy and led them into Lu Ming's room.

Lu Ming lived with another student, but the student followed the rest of his classmates into the city and went to remember his husband outside the palace gate. After receiving the news, the students who were one step late to catch the carriage stayed. The room was empty when the people with him were not there.

Zuo Pingdao only looked at it briefly and knew that there had been an intruder. It seemed that everything was as usual. The corner of the table in the reliable window was gently moved away a little, revealing new traces below. There were pens and ink on the table, but before I could write, the ink fell on the paper.

But the ink was sprayed on. He closed his eyes, as if he saw Lu Ming holding a pen in his forehand to write, but someone forced himself to control it. The pen with ink in his hand was thrown out uncontrollably and threw the ink onto the paper!

"Hmph." Zuo Pingdao groaned, "What is the battle to melt and the students kneel down to invite them on the street. It turned out that someone did it on purpose. If you respond to this matter with Your Majesty, it would be a matter of opening up the business of Nanying and Beimo, let alone trading with Beimo!

Zuo Pingdao was busy, and Qin Feng left the palace smoothly, but there was more blood in his eyes. Eunuch Hong, who sent him out of the palace, followed him closely, and his face was tense.

Just now, Emperor Yuan claimed that he would personally preside over Mr. Cheng Wu's funeral, and called the Minister of Rites in front of him.

These were what the old man deserved, but after his death, Qin Feng didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken for him. He was about to reach the palace gate, but Qin Feng stopped and turned to look at Eunuch Hong.

His straight-calming eyes made Eunuch Hong suddenly lose his mind: "Young Master Qin?"

"I didn't dare to ask more in front of His Majesty just now, I wonder where the husband's remains are?" Qin Feng said: "Mr. has two sons and one daughter. His daughter has been married for many years and rarely returns to the capital. His second son is in Jiangnan, and his granddaughter has cut off relations again..."
Chapter completed!