The Delicate Lady Coroner

"Master, go and see the young lady--"

Aunt Liang ran back to the study in a panic, Cheng Yunzhi put down the pen and asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"

Aunt Liang was so flustered that she didn't know what to do, "Miss herself hid in the cabinet. Go and take a look. The slave and maid don't know what's wrong. The young lady seems to have changed herself."

Cheng Yunzhi hurriedly got up and walked out. His heart was beating in a hurry, for fear that his earlier worries would come true. The two of them arrived at the door of Bo Ruoyou's boudoir. As soon as Cheng Yunzhi stepped in, they met Bo Ruo. Suspicious eyes.

Bo Ruoyouren squatted on the ground, tidying up the lotus soup that was knocked over to the ground. Seeing Cheng Yunzhi's panic, she looked inexplicable, "What's wrong with the foster father?" Looking back, she saw Aunt Liang running full of heads. Khan, her eyes are even more suspicious, "This lotus soup was sent by Aunt Liang? It's okay if it is overturned. Don't worry, I can clean it up."

Saying that she picked up the tiles on the floor with sharp hands and feet, Aunt Liang was stunned, "Miss wasn't just..."

Cheng Yun looked up and down at Bo Ruoyou, then went to see Aunt Liang. Aunt Liang met his questioning gaze. She couldn't argue with her words, and said in a low voice, "Master, I really saw the lady in the cabinet just now."

"Huh?" Bo Ruoyou was surprised at hearing, "What's in the cabinet?"

Aunt Liang looked at Bo Ruoyou who was good-natured, and she stuttered for a while, and almost began to wonder if she had read it wrong.

Bo Ruoyou raised her eyebrows in surprise and turned her eyes to see that the door of the cabinet was tightly closed. What's more, what did she hide in the cabinet?

"After I returned to the house, I lay down and rested. I didn't sleep well last night, and Shicai fell asleep very quickly. Later, I was awakened. When I woke up, I saw the door half open and the lotus soup knocked over on the ground."

She walked over and looked at Aunt Liang with some worry, "Aunt Liang is unwell?"

There was a blue and white on Aunt Liang’s face, and she was about to distinguish from Bo Ruoyou, but Cheng Yunzhi suddenly said: "She said she heard movement in the cabinet when she entered the door, and she was shocked and knocked over the soup. You know, the last time you Something happened, the assailant hid in the cabinet and took you away. She probably remembered that the disaster was nothing but a soldier."

Aunt Liang went to see Cheng Yunzhi, but was given a warning glance by Cheng Yunzhi. She suppressed a thousand words, and had to sue her first, "It's true that the slave and maidservant are too flustered..."

Bo Ruoyou frowned, feeling a little inexplicable. Since he was frightened by the previous incident, he should think that the gangster is hiding in the cabinet, not that she is hiding?

Seeing Aunt Liang's face pale, cold and sweaty, Bo Ruoyou didn't ask any more, she recovered from a serious illness, and she was out of town in the morning, and she was indeed very sleepy and some inexplicable restlessness, which made her have no time to take care of too much.

Cheng Yunzhi pointed to the ground, "Clean up, and nothing happens at home."

Aunt Liang stepped forward to pick up the mess on the ground, but couldn't help looking at the cabinet door. When she left, the cabinet door was still open. Why did she close it now?

Cheng Yunzhi continued: "I don't know if there is a rat in the house, please check carefully."

Aunt Liang responded, Cheng Yunzhi looked at Bo Ruoyou's face again, "Youyou, your face is not good, stretch out your hand."

The father and daughter went to sit on the couch under the west window, Bo Ruoyou stretched out his hand to ask Cheng Yunzhi to ask her pulse, and rubbed her forehead with the other hand. There are some inexplicable heart palpitations. Xu didn't sleep well last night. Don't worry about the foster father. Typhoid fever is mostly good."

Cheng Yunzhi finished inquiring about the pulse and nodded, "From the pulse condition, the typhoid fever is indeed healed, but you have been thinking a lot these days, and there are more signs of yin deficiency and fire, lack of qi and blood. I still prescribe a warming prescription for you. Anyway, nothing has happened recently. , You are well at home and recover from illness."

Bo Ruoyou naturally responded obediently, Cheng Yunzhi wrote a prescription, and did not rush to boil the medicine. First, he ordered Aunt Liang to prepare dinner. It was already twilight, and Bo Ruoyou didn't continue to sleep anymore. He waited to spend the night with Cheng Yunzhi. After taking the meal again, he returned to the room to rest.

At the second shift, Cheng Yunzhi called Aunt Liang to the study, and as soon as she entered the door, Aunt Liang began to whimper with tears, "Master, the servant never lied, the servant thought for a long time, but the servant never read it wrong."

Cheng Yunzhi's eyes were darker than ever, "Tell me carefully, what you saw this afternoon."

"The servant girl knocked on the door, and no one answered the house. The servant girl opened the door and walked in. The lady said she was resting on the couch, but the bed was empty. The servant girl had good eyes. How could she be wrong? The servant girl thought she was not in the house at first. , When I was about to come out, I heard a noise in the cabinet—"

"The slave and maid walked toward the cabinet, and the more the cabinet went, the more movement became, the slave opened the door of the cabinet, only to see the young lady shrinking in the cabinet, not only that, the young lady seemed terrified, and she put a thin blanket in the cabinet. She covered herself, even her head and face was trembling, and she was still sobbing softly. The maidservant tried to pull the thin blanket off, but the lady refused, and she was quite scared. She cried louder and terrified. I don’t dare to persecute the young lady, so I came to see the master."

Cheng Yunzhi hadn't spoken for a long time after listening.

Outside the window was the cold wind whistling, Cheng Yun's people were clearly in the room, but at this moment, they seemed to be standing in the ice and snow. The chill spread from all directions, making him feel a little bit scared, who had seen countless wind and rain for half his life.

Aunt Liang is not sick, but Bo Ruoyou is sick.

The knuckles of his sleeves were tightly clenched, and his breathing was a bit difficult for a while.

Aunt Liang was panicked and frightened, "Master, the slave and maid never read it wrong, the young lady was not like her at all at the time, and how did she say things like that afterwards? She was afraid that the master was worried and didn't want the master to know? It's already been reported to the master."

After a little hesitation, Aunt Liang hesitated and said: "If it weren't like this... Then Miss, she... Could she be stained with something unclean? After all, Miss Today followed the master to the cemetery outside the city."

Cheng Yunzhi didn't know what he thought of, his eyes suddenly turned cold, he looked at Aunt Liang sternly, "You just pretend that you don't know this, don't show your clues in front of the lady."

Aunt Liang should be frightened, Cheng Yunzhi took a deep breath and said: "Go and see if the lady has rested. Later, Master Hou is here, first invite him to the study to see me."

Aunt Liang naturally obeyed, and soon arrived in Bo Ruoyou's boudoir. She was already lying on the couch with the light on in her room. Seeing Aunt Liang came, Bo Ruoyou said sleepily: "If Lord Hou arrives, wake me up, I I want to sleep for a while."

Aunt Liang looked at Bo Ruoyou, somewhat inexplicably scared, and a little distressed, "Miss, go to sleep, later Hou Yeruo will call you when he arrives at the slave maid."

Bo Ruo closed his eyes, and Aunt Liang extinguished the two bright lights in the distance, leaving only one in the front corner, and then gently closed the door and walked out.

When Bo Ruo closed her eyes, she felt more and more upset, as if her consciousness was being passively withdrawn, but she was not as relaxed as when she fell asleep, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to rub her forehead, but this rubbing made her point. I have some pain in my abdomen.

She felt weird, because from the afternoon, her fingertips had a slight tingling, and at first it was only a little bit.

She couldn't help but put her finger in front of her eyes. At this moment, she found a big needle-pointed blood spot on her pink fingertips. The blood spot was in the flesh. It seemed that something had been pierced into it, which was very deep.

Bo Ruoyou stood up to support his discomfort, found an embroidery needle, went under the lamp, and picked up the blood spot with the bright light. She knows how to heal, and often runs around for post-mortem examinations, this little injury and pain is nothing.

But when she picked out the puncture from the wound, her frowning brows tightened in an instant. It was a wooden thorn that shouldn't have appeared in her fingertips.

She stared at the wooden thorn for a long while, then turned her eyes to look at the Huanghuali carved moire tall cabinet seven or eight steps away.