Xia Chu not only wrote a prescription, but also sent a letter to Bingwen.
Bingwen was a little disappointed when he received the letter, because Xia Chu told him that the date of returning to Beijing would have to be postponed, and there were other things that needed to be dealt with.
Bing Wen was holding the letter in a daze in an irritable mood when he heard Jiao Shi running over in a panic and shouting outside the study door: "Master, something has happened. Come and take a look."
Bingwen put the letter in the brazier. Seeing that it was almost burned, he went out in a hurry and asked, "Why are you panicking? What big thing can happen?"
"Next door, in the yard next door, a dead person was dug up." Jiao Shi said intermittently before he could recover from his anger.
Bingwen's face became solemn when he heard this, and he asked Jiao Shi to lead the way, and quickly followed him to the courtyard on the left side of Mingxiang Garden.
I saw a group of young men gathered in a circle and discussing each other. Jiao Shi shouted from a distance: "Get out of the way, the young master is coming."
The boys all made way for them, and Bingwen entered the crowd and took a look, only to find that a set of skeletons had suddenly appeared in a dug hole.
Bingwen sent Jiao Shi to report to the official first, and he squatted down and looked around the bones to see if there was anything that could confirm his identity.
After searching around, I found that the only thing I had was the clothes I was wearing.
Dali Temple Minister Hu Yingmao heard that the person who reported the case was Mr. Bingwen, so he came right away.
Hu Yingmao entered the courtyard and immediately saw an out of place, scholarly and elegant gentleman standing among a group of boys.
"Is this Mr. Bingwen?" Hu Yingmao asked Bingwen.
Bingwen bowed and said, "Exactly. Why bother Master Hu to come here in person?"
It stands to reason that even the young minister of Dali Temple would not bother to take care of such a small case. He thought it would be the Dali Temple Prime Minister or the Temple Chief.
The corner of Hu Yingmao's mouth twitched, thinking that it was not because of Prince Jing's relationship, but he said with an awe-inspiring look on his face: "I am responsible for the affairs in the capital."
Bingwen smiled politely and said: "Look, Mr. Hu, it's this corpse that has rotted into a corpse. I just checked that there are no items around to confirm the identity. Only the embroidery on this sleeve may be able to Check it out.”
Hu Yingmao went up to take a look and saw that the embroidery on the sleeve was a lotus flower. The technique was quite unfamiliar and immature, and it was really eye-catching.
"I'll go back and have someone draw the color pattern of this embroidery and post it up to see if anyone comes to identify the body." Hu Yingmao nodded.
"Master Hu is wise." Bingwen praised him.
"No matter what, Mr. Bingwen is still as careful as his hair." Mr. Hu also praised him.
While the two were flattering each other, the officers and soldiers had already moved the body onto the stretcher with quick hands and feet.
"Then I'll take the first step." Hu Yingmao said goodbye.
"Master Hu, walk slowly." Bingwen sent him forward.
"Master Bingwen, please stay here. No need to work hard." Hu Yingmao led his subordinates back home.
Bingwen watched the official go away, turned around and told the boys to continue working, and then left the yard and returned to Mingxiangyuan.
Hu Yingmao worked hard and worked very efficiently.
An hour later, Dali Temple posted an official document, attached with the embroidery pattern on the sleeves, and posted it in the streets and alleys of the capital.
For a time, the people gathered around and talked about it.
At dinner, Bingwen followed Xie Jiming. Kong Changhui and Shi Zhongfei mentioned the afternoon's affairs while eating.
Now Xie Jiming is the right minister of the Ministry of Industry, and Kong Changhui is the editor of the Hanlin Academy. Both of them have their own mansions.
But they were still used to living in Mingxiangyuan, and even Bingwen himself rarely returned to the courtyard house in the southern suburbs.
All three of them felt that the corpses had rotted into skeletons. With that touch of embroidery, it would be difficult for anyone to go to Dali Temple to identify the corpses.
But who would have thought that the slap in the face would come so quickly.
Before dinner was finished, Hu Yingmao sent someone to tell Bingwen that someone had come to identify the body.
The three people at the table all looked awkward. Shi Zhongfei smiled awkwardly and said, "Are you going to take a look tomorrow?"
Bingwen was worried about when Xia Chu would come back, so he couldn't think of meddling in other people's business, so he immediately shook his head.
Bingwen really didn't want to take care of it, but Sang Yi came to see him from Wentian Pavilion in the afternoon of the next day.
"Did anyone leave their name?" Bingwen asked as he followed Sang Yi to Wentian Pavilion.
"He didn't say it, but I think he has a good background." Sang Yi looked solemn.
Bingwen rolled his eyes at him and said, "What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"
Sang thought as he walked: "How should I put it? It feels similar to Prince Jing, but not the same."
After Bingwen heard this, his steps became a little faster and he no longer strolled leisurely.
As soon as he entered the first floor of Wentian Pavilion, Su Qian'an saw him and punched Bingwen lightly on the chest and said, "I haven't seen you for several days."
Bingwen pressed his hand and said, "Let's talk about it later, there's someone waiting upstairs."
Su Qianan made way and Bingwen went upstairs.
The guests on the second floor turned around when they heard the noise, and Bingwen saw a man in black clothes face to face.
Slanting handsome eyebrows, slender eyes with sharp edges, sharp outlines, and a slender but not rugged figure. He has the same chilling aura as Prince Jing.
The difference is that Gu Xingyun has the spirit of a general tempered on the battlefield.
And the aura around this person is like an eagle in the night, staring at you like maggots clinging to your bones.
Bingwen felt that his dominance was very similar to Bian Hao's.
No, he is more powerful than Bian Hao.
"My lord, Bingwen, do you have any questions?" Bingwen walked up to him and asked.
"I am Huo Tianxiu." Huo Tianxiu looked at Bingwen with his eagle-like eyes and said his name.
Bingwen boasts that he has met all kinds of noble people.
At this moment, my legs are still a little weak.
The Huo Tianxiu in front of him has been the emperor's personal bodyguard since he was a child. After the emperor ascended the throne, he made him the city gate leader. Now, as the first-rank admiral of the nine gates, he can be said to be a real person in power.
If there was anyone in the court who could rival Du Cheng, it would be Huo Tianxiu, the Admiral of the Nine Sects.
Although Taifu Wu was a first-class official and was slightly superior to the two of them in terms of official rank, he only had the title of Taifu in vain and did not have any real power in his hands.
While Du Hanfei was obsessed with the civil service of the Manchu Dynasty, Huo Tianxiu was in charge of all the generals and military power in the capital.
He took a breath, bowed and said, "It turns out to be Admiral Huo. I don't know what the matter is."
"I came here because of the embroidered corpse in Dali Temple. That corpse should be my brother Huo Tianyang." Huo Tianxiu said in a deep voice, with some imperceptible pain on his face.
"Since Admiral Huo has identified your brother's body, why do you come to Bingwen?" Bingwen thought, since he has already recognized it, he shouldn't come here to ask who the body is.
"I want you to find out the cause of death."
(End of chapter)