Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The sound of footsteps woke Lu Dongqing from his sleep.

There was a bit of bewilderment on his face, and he squinted his eyes to look at the situation in front of him.

Three familiar faces came into view, he shivered, straightened his back immediately, stood up, subconsciously protected his master, and said coldly: "It's getting late, aren't you here to grab the medicine?"

To his surprise, the other party didn't say anything to refute, and didn't even make a disdainful snort.

He observed closely, and found that the faces of the three yamen servants were completely different from those a few hours ago. They all lowered their heads, looked timid, and hesitated to speak. It really didn't look like they were here to find fault.

At this time, a strange face appeared from a distance, walking in a hurry, and came straight to Lu Dongqing.

The three yamen servants buried their heads lower, and parted to the two sides, leaving a way for the man to pass.

The man was about thirty years old, tall and strong, with a dark complexion, also wearing official robes.However, his official robe was more complicated than the other three, with dragon pattern embroidery on his shoulder and a golden thread on the scabbard.

Lu Dongqing quickly understood that the man was a bigger official, probably a head catcher, that's why the three of them were so afraid.

Sure enough, the man stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Excuse me, my servant is Chen Dousheng, who works in the government office of Zhangping Town and was ordered to investigate the case."

Lu Dongqing also politely said: "I don't know what case Chen Butou wants to investigate? What advice do you have for me, a commoner?"

Chen Butou said: "I don't dare to advise, I just want to ask the doctor, do you know Ni Yan?"

Lu Dongqing was stunned, nodded and said: "Yes, Yan'er often comes to my place to get medicine and consult a doctor, what happened to him?"

Chen Butou sighed, "He's dead."

The master and apprentice followed Chen Dousheng and walked to Ni's house together.

Lu Zhengqiu walked behind the team, silently observing the actions of the servants.He saw the three of them gathered together, whispering, and they seemed to be complaining to each other, but the voice was too small, and the details could not be heard clearly from a distance.

They only talked for a while, and soon separated, each of them adjusted their skirts and sabers, and followed Chen Butou's footsteps step by step.

Lu Zhengqiu sighed inwardly, and turned his gaze far away, and landed on Lu Dongqing's back in front of the team.

Lu Dongqing and Chen Tutou walked side by side without saying a word, their shoulders tensed.

Although Lu Zhengqiu couldn't see his face, he could guess the expression on his face at this moment from his back.

His face must be very ugly, after all, a doctor must not feel good when he suddenly hears the news of a patient's death.

What's more, this patient is one of his few friends.

Sanping Village is very small, starting from the pharmacy, over a hill, and arrived at Ni's house.

The gate of Ni's courtyard was already surrounded by villagers watching the excitement. In such a small village, news always spread quickly. When they saw the official coming, they all gave way.

Chen Butou moved closer to Lu Dongqing's ear, and said in a low voice, "There is no doctor in Sanping Village, so I can only ask Dr. Lu to help with the autopsy."

Lu Dongqing nodded in response, her heart sank.There is still a last ray of hope in his heart, and he does not want to believe that his friend has turned into a "corpse" in other people's mouths.

The Ni family used to be very powerful in the village, and the farmland passed down from their ancestors was nearly a hundred acres. Many farmers in the village were tenants of the Ni family.

The house of the Ni family is also much grander than that of ordinary farmers. It is surrounded by vermilion walls on all sides to form a bright and bright courtyard with bedrooms on both sides.

It's a pity that since Master Ni passed away, the Ni family has been in decline day by day, the servants have left one after another, the house is left unattended, the potted plants are withered and withered, the water tank is covered with cobwebs, the bedroom door is closed tightly, and the tables and chairs in the main hall have fallen down. A layer of dust, the study at the back has become a storage room, and the shelves are full of sundries.

Ni Yan collapsed in the middle of the study, leaning against a row of cabinets, her head bent at an unnatural angle, drooping on her chest.

A few hours ago, he was still a lively swallow, but now he is like a puppet with a broken string, his fair and delicate skin is tinged with an unnatural bruise, his eyeballs are swollen, and his lips are bloodless.

Seeing this, the yamen servants all stopped and took a deep breath. Lu Dongqing pushed them away and came straight to his friend.

When he saw his friend's appearance clearly, the young man's face suddenly turned pale, his fists were clenched and then loosened, and there was a look of pain in his eyes.

But he forced himself to squat down and observe his friend's body shape.

Ni Yan's hand hangs by her side, with her palm flattened upwards. There seem to be countless cyan vines growing out of her palm, piercing into her skin, and climbing all the way up her thin arm. The veins become denser and swollen. His cheeks were stained a bluish purple.

This is definitely not the way a normal person should die.

Lu Dongqing put her finger on his pulse, carefully avoiding those blue vines, trying to find a faint pulse.After a long while, he stood up and shook his head, saying, "The poison has penetrated into the heart and liver, completely blocking the meridian, and I'm afraid it's hopeless."

Chen Butou asked next to his ear, "What poison?"

"I can't tell for sure, but there is a needle port in the palm, and it looks like the poison was injected with a thin needle."

Chen Bu turned to his subordinates by the door, and ordered: "Look for it."

The three of them leaned over to search, and sure enough they found a fallen silver needle in the shadow of the corner of the desk.

The silver needle is thin and small, only the length of a thumb, not much thicker than a hair, and the tip is dyed a strange blue color.

Chen Butou took out the white handkerchief and put it in his hand, carefully picked up the silver needle, and held it up in front of Lu Dongqing: "Doctor Lu, please take a look."

Lu Dongqing brought the tip of the needle near the wing of her nose and sniffed, her brows furrowed deeper: "It looks like this is a kind of herbal medicine called Qingteng Powder. , injected directly into the blood, it is enough to be fatal."

"Is Ni Yan poisoned like this?"

Lu Dongqing nodded: "I'm afraid that's the case. Once Qingteng powder is injected into the body, the poison will spread along the body's meridians. A cup of tea is enough to kill."

His voice was low and he couldn't bear to speak any more.

Chen Butou looked around and saw that the windows of the room were all closed and there was no sign of intrusion beside the bed. He turned to the owner of the house, Mrs. Ni, Yan'er's biological mother, and asked, "Why did Ni Yan end up in this play?" poison, you know?"

Mrs. Ni's face was pale, she was obviously frightened, she couldn't even speak, she just leaned weakly on her husband's shoulder.

Jing Sanlang replied on her behalf: "We didn't pay attention to him and told him to touch things that shouldn't be touched without authorization."

Chen Butou looked at Jing Saburo intently, this man's face was quite handsome, but he smelled of alcohol, unshaven, unshaven, full of a gambler's ruffian.

So, he turned to the hostess again and asked, "Madam Ni, what's going on?"

Mrs. Ni said with a submissive look: "Really, it's true... He is my own son, how could I lie..."

"What do you mean by something you shouldn't touch?"

"This." She raised her finger and pointed to the box on the desk.

Everyone's eyes gathered together.

It was an exquisite wooden box with pure color and exquisite workmanship.It is completely different from the messy furnishings in the room, but it is too small, only as big as a woman's jewelry box, so no one has been paying attention to it.

Chen Butou raised his eyebrows and reached out to touch them.

A wooden stick blocked his hand: "Wait a minute!"

He turned his head in surprise, just in time to meet Lu Zhengqiu's gaze.

Their eyes met, Lu Zhengqiu's expression was calm, and the wooden stick was firmly in front of the opponent.

Chen Butou looked at him with a bit of vigilance in his eyes, and said cautiously: "What do you mean?"

Lu Zhengqiu moved his lips, but before he could say the answer, Mrs. Ni suddenly stepped forward, staggered into Chen Butou's arms, grabbed the latter's arm, and said sharply: "My lord! You, you can't touch this ..."

Chen Butou hurriedly supported her shoulders, and looked at the wooden box on the table again: "Could it be that there are organs in this box?"

Madam Ni nodded.