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By the time we got to the mountain, it was already time!

It was a desolate place, but now it was full of officials.

Around the ground, dozens of torches were inserted, which illuminated the dark ruins of this place very brightly.

Jing Zhaoyin is in, Dali Temple is Shaoqing, and even the waiter who has been in office for the time of the torture department is also there.

What is even more strange is that even the waiter of the minister, Shen Changqin, is there.

Is this case linked to the ministry?

Ji Yunshu and Jingrong got down from the carriage, and the officials went forward.

“How did the prince come?”

The opening is the young master of Dali Temple.

This person is a laughing-faced tiger, the official position is very round, and the person is also very slippery.

It was just the first civilian in Dali Temple to write a record!

The road to promotion, just six months.

Awesome!

Even Dali Temple Qing was a little afraid of him, afraid that this man would climb all the way up, and he would take the position of the Lord, so he would be hurt.

Therefore, Dali Temple is a master on the face, secretly, but please this two grades lower than his own Dali Temple.

He looked at him, did not like this man, and asked Jing Zhaoyin.

“When will it end?”

"It is expected that tomorrow morning will be rosy, and if it will be the fastest, tomorrow morning."

"The action is a little more greasy, the weather has been bad recently, if the coffin is raining, it will not be easy."

“Yes.”

He turned around and shouted at the man under his hand.

The rest of the adults on the other side are stiff!

Ji Yunshu stood silently beside the scenery, watching the people cut down the cluttered branches on the grave with a knife, and saw someone holding a torch to prepare to burn the broken grass cleaner.

She screamed –

“Slow down!”

Stop it!

Some of the people with the torches shook their hands, and the torch almost fell off.

The people cast strange eyes on the clouds.

Is that... that Mr.?

Wasn't she wearing a mask?

That white face is like a woman!

Ignoring these strange eyes, Ji Yun calmly walked away.

The people with the torch said: "The body was buried under the ground for fourteen years, the body has long been corrupted, leaving only a pile of white bones, although the human bone is relatively hard, but also fragile, if the grass above is burned with fire, the ground is open fire, the temperature is high, will affect the white bones in the coffin, the autopsy to distinguish the appearance, it will be difficult to see a lot."

This explanation is clear to everyone!

“There’s such a thing as this!”

The people who are busy with the fire will be removed and the coffin will be dug directly.

"Fortunately, Mr. Ji reminded me, otherwise it would have been bad."Kyiv was admiring.

The title of "Mr. Ji" has been launched after the disappearance and the incident of this song.

Such a person, how can the young emperor of Dali Temple stand on the side and sit idle?

He said, "I wanted to say a few words with Mr. Ji early, but he was too busy, and his official was not good to disturb, and it was a good day."

Your sister's lucky!

Smile and answer, no answer!

Then he turned his eyes to the sheriff’s body.

The future brother-in-law.

“This is Mr. Shen, isn’t it?”

Shen Changqin is a waiter of the court, and naturally he is also strict and gentle, nodding his head and politely arched: "Just right."

“I have long heard that Mr. Shen is an official and in an orderly manner, and looks dignified, and that he is.”

"Sir has won the prize, the officer is not as good as the gentleman, look at the case, is really admirable, as for the appearance of modesty, but a skin sac."

The gift department, the courtesy department.

The way you speak and the words are different!

He will marry this man, and the day will be happy.

He nodded his head and did not respond.

In the dialogue, the face of the scene is black and stinky!

The thousand-year-old vinegar altar is like this, no matter where and when it can be knocked over.

This just sent away a Suzilo, how did you come to a Shen Changqin?

But the scene is not annoying.

Then someone shouted, “Come out.”

A look, a coffin was dug up in the far left, and it was tied up with a thick rope.

They all gathered around, and the torch leaned up.

The heavy coffin slowly pulled up and put it firmly on the ground.

In the air, there was a smell of decaying wood and aging.

Ji Yunshu took two steps in front of the coffin, and everyone else twisted her nose, but if nothing happened, she tapped her finger on the coffin gently.

"This is Nanmu, thicker, very small density, inside, should not have water."

“The density?”Kyiv is unknown.

“Shut up the mouth of the coffin cover with water, and carry it back, and open the coffin tomorrow.”

She ordered.

He said, “Why should you use watered paper?”

“In order not to allow the white bones of the inside to be exposed to air pollution, and to carry it back all the way back at night, it must be covered with moisture, so seal it with water and poison it.”

What?

Listen to the clouds!

Other people do not understand the brain, but the scenery has become accustomed to, those strange words, he listened to more.

The people of Jing Zhaoyin, in accordance with the orders of Ji Yunshu, quickly handled the coffin and carried it to the idle house in the west of the city.

Immediately, several more were removed.

Time passed a little, and the mountains at night were naturally cold.

However, Ji Yunshu did not dare to leave, for fear that these rough people would mishandle the coffin, resulting in problems inside.

She was able to stay on the mountain all night.

Of course, she will not go, the scenery will not go, the scenery will not go, those officials will not dare to go.

By the next morning, all 67 coffins had been dug out.

Ji Yunshu went to the house in the west of the city with the last dug-out coffin.

Before that, Jing Rong pulled her up: "Let's rest for a while."

“I am not tired!”

“Stubborn woman.”

“...”

That’s how she investigated the case!

I didn’t eat or drink for three nights.

In the end, the scene had to follow her.

The house in the west of the city, called Zhuxi Garden, is only half the size of the royal palace, but the layout is very good.

Like the name of the house, there are bamboo and streams.

Very quiet!

Bad situation is good!

Only in the backyard, there are 67 coffins neatly placed, and some people are really infiltrating.

Ji Yunshu dismissed all the people of Jing Zhaoyin and said, "You will not have used it until the statues have come out."

“No need help?”

“Not needed for the time being.”

“Oh, all right!”

The Jing Zhaoyin Dynasty arched his hand and took all the people away.

The adults and the sheriff naturally left.

Go back to sleep!

In the spacious backyard, only Ji Yunshu, Jingrong and his several portable guards are left.

"67, fourteen years, are burned to death, if you want to draw one by one, a year is difficult."