Since Lin Mengya came back from the study, although she still smiled faintly, she no longer loved going out of the gate of Liuxinyuan.
Jiang Ruqin and Lin Mengwu didn't leave after all, but because of Lin Mengya, they didn't show off in such a grand way.
Regarding this result, the servants in the mansion were all happy, except for a few in Liuxinyuan.
"Tell me, did the master have a quarrel with the prince?" Bai Shao lowered his voice and looked at the door of the main house worriedly.
With nothing to do, four people, including Lin Zhongyu, sat in the small pavilion of Liuxinyuan and communicated secretly.
"I don't think it's like that. The master and the prince are getting along well. Don't worry about it. It would be bad if the master hears it."
Bai Ji, the oldest, is very popular with the people. The clothes and shoes of the three little ones were damaged and damaged, but she mended them.
Therefore, he has the most say.
"My sister is not that stingy. If I look at it, those two vixens must have made my sister angry!"
Lin Zhongyu's beautiful little face was filled with anger. Only now did he understand that his sister's life was far from being as glamorous as it seemed on the surface.
But he had no way to help his sister.
It would be nice if he wasn't so useless.
Compared with the gossip group outside, the group in the room is even more weird.
Lin Mengya was sitting on the desk writing and drawing, while Qinghu was lying leisurely on the beauty's couch.
"Little girl, no matter what I say, it can be said to be beautiful and delicious. Why are you such a heartless little thing, every time you see me, you act as if you haven't seen her before."
Qinghu still had that nonchalant tone, but Lin Mengya, who was used to it, didn't care at all.
In the past few days, Qinghu was still stealing imperial edicts from various houses, but time was running out.
According to him, the buyer was impatient, so he no longer had to deal with the errands.
"If you really change your career as a flower picker, I warn you to stay away from the people in my yard. Otherwise, I don't mind having you castrated and sent to the palace to be a eunuch."
Without raising his head, he threw out a warning to shut up Qinghu.
After a while, Qinghu, who was really bored, walked over slowly and looked at a piece of paper that Lin Mengya had been working on since the morning.
It was densely filled with words he didn't recognize.
With green fingers, he tapped the paper with dazzling circles drawn in it, and asked curiously.
"Which country are these characters from? Why don't you recognize any of them?"
Lin Mengya raised her eyelids and drew the finger away with her pen.
"Well, because you are uneducated."
It's strange to understand. Lin Mengya is using the memory method of her previous life to sort out recent events.
First, someone paid a lot of money to have the Taohuawu Killer take his life.
Later, the queen sent this Mingsha Guanyin.
In the end, it was Qinghu who stole the imperial edict from every house.
All of these seemed unrelated, but she intuitively felt that these things were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.
In fact, as long as Qinghu reveals the patron behind the scenes, everything may have a definite answer.
But who knows, this guy is quite contractual.
No matter how much I tried to coerce or induce him, I just didn't say anything and just strolled around my yard leisurely every day.
Fortunately, those three girls and Lin Zhongyu were all his confidants, otherwise, there might have been some rumors spread.
"What kind of treasure is culture? If I have it, can I understand the words you write? Tell me, where can I get this?"
Qinghu's eyes widened, as if he had seen something interesting.
Lin Mengya had a helpless smile on her lips, thought for a while and said.
"If you are ugly, you should read more. If you read more, you will be literate."
He shook his hands, balled up the large piece of paper, and threw it into the wastebasket.
"Damn girl! If you dare to call me ugly, I won't play with you anymore!"
The smiling face that was next to her just a moment ago disappeared in the next second.
Lin Mengya looked at the wastebasket without any surprise, and sure enough, the ghost talisman was gone.
Did she not know that this dead fox was here to be a spy
Playing Infernal Affairs with her, this dead fox is obviously not good enough.
"You four, take care of your house. I'll go out for a walk. I'll be back soon."
Finally, Qinghu was kidnapped, and Lin Mengya walked out of Liuxinyuan.
Lin Kui had been waiting for Lin Mengya in the dark for a long time. He nodded, and the two of them quietly walked to the back door of the palace.
He got on a small carriage, which was inconspicuous at all, and gradually disappeared into the crowd.
The carriage was driving very fast, and Lin Mengya watched secretly, but finally stopped at an inconspicuous door.
"This place used to be the largest teahouse in the capital. Because there were rumors of being haunted, the prince bought it at a low price. The woman's body is in the ice cellar."
Lin Kui whispered, and Lin Mengya took a look and found that the place where she came in was the back door of the teahouse.
"Have you prepared the things I want you to prepare for me?"
Lin Kui's expression changed slightly, and he took out an exquisite oilcloth bag from his arms.
"This was made by the best craftsmen. Princess—you really want—"
Lin Mengya nodded and took the oilcloth bag.
"The corpse is the last language left in this world. I must interpret it well."
This is a sentence that a classmate of forensic medicine often repeats. Lin Mengya didn't take it seriously before, but now she realizes that it really makes sense.
But Lin Kui, who was following him, felt cold. This princess was really not that bold.
One after another, they entered the ice cellar below, and there were several people standing in the originally dark and cold place.
Long Tianyu stood at the very back, looking carefully at the swollen and deformed body that had been soaked in water, with a gloomy expression on his face.
"princess."
Everyone watched Lin Mengya salute, and she took the initiative to walk in front of the body.
"You all stay out of the way. I'm going to dissect this corpse later. If you don't like it, you can go out."
Lin Mengya's words instantly changed the eyes of several men.
I thought to myself, the princess is not afraid of a woman. If a grown man like them shrinks, wouldn't it be a joke
But what happened next was something they would never forget.
There were no rubber gloves, so Lin Mengya asked Lin Kui to prepare washed casings and sew them.
In the oilcloth bag, lined up, look for scalpels specially made by skilled craftsmen.
The mask was also made by Lin Mengya herself, with a layer of plant ash in the middle.
Carefully observing the unrecognizable corpse, he refused to let go of any clues.
"Your Majesty, is the princess a bit -"
Although Zhu Qiang was a military general and killed countless people on the battlefield, he had never looked at a corpse like this.
"Don't talk, be quiet."
When the cold voice came, Zhu Qiang immediately shut up. From now on, he would have to ask for favor from the prince. If he died on the battlefield, he could not be treated like this by the princess.
Using scissors to cut off the woman's clothes, Lin Mengya dissected the body with ease.
At first, there was still some hesitation, but later, Lin Mengya became completely familiar with it.
He looked skilled, as if he had done it many times before.
"Princess...Princess...how long do you want?"
This time, Zhu Qiang, who was still a little resentful towards Lin Mengya, was completely impressed.
He also became respectful to Lin Mengya.
"Okay, come and take a look."
Lin Mengya looked at those pale-faced guys, they were still grown men, and they were all so worthless.
After sorting the internal organs into different categories, it seemed that she had received all A's in anatomy classes in the three years of medical school and had not yet fallen behind.
"The deceased woman was about forty-five to fifty years old. She had given birth. The cause of death was poisoning. Based on the time of death, she was definitely not the one who broke into my yard that day."
Several people looked at each other, could it be that a ghost had happened
"It's not a ghost. She is completely dead. Someone is using her to create ghosts."
Lin Mengya took off her gloves that had been dyed dark red and pointed at her limbs.
"Her hands and feet were broken with great force before her death. There were strangulation marks on her hands and feet, and her tongue was cut out. It can be determined that it was caused before death. In other words, this woman had been tortured to extract a confession."
Lin Mengya looked at the blue-white corpse and remained silent.
She hates killing innocent people indiscriminately, and there are countless ways to obtain information.
She will not show mercy to those who are full of evildoers.
It's just that this woman is just an ordinary person, but she is treated like this. It can be seen that this pretender is also quite cruel.
"Lin Kui, you go to this woman's home and settle her down. Let her be laid to rest as soon as possible."
"Wait a minute, Lin Kui, go buy a set of shrouds. I'm going to sew up her body to make her look more decent."
Lin Mengya picked up the needle and thread and sewed it up on the corpse like embroidery.
Everyone looked at the princess in silence, handling the broken corpse one by one. In her hands, this mutilated corpse even looked a little human.
"Okay, let's go buy a coffin."
Putting down the needle and thread in her hands, Lin Mengya was the first to walk out of the ice cellar.
In everyone's eyes, there was a slight touch invariably.
They thought that the princess didn't care about other people's life or death. But at that moment, they saw the princess' respect for a corpse.
Maybe they all misunderstood her.
"You-" Long Tianyu was thoughtful. That day, in the study, he had accused Lin Mengya like that.
But now, everything she does is a silent protest against herself, in her own way.
"My lord, is there really a disguise technique in this world? If that woman was disguised by someone else that day, how many of the palace members are her own, and how many of them are agents sent by the enemy?"
A faint voice came, and outside the ice cellar was a small garden overgrown with grass.