The guards were in chaos, and Meng Hui had expected it.

These guards who were once extremely familiar with Song Ming all seemed to have amnesia and pretended not to recognize the face. They cooperated with the officials of Dali Temple to run around to investigate the identity of the assassin and the purpose of this assassin.

The coroner rushed over with the coroner, one holding a paper and pen recording, the other flipping Song Ming's body, reporting the scars of the sword and every birthmark on his body.

The officials of Dali Temple were waiting in the hall, anxious like ants on a hot pan. The case of Princess Pingyang could not be settled, and there was another assassination case on her hands, which was really a headache. The most important thing is that the emperor's attitude was ambiguous, and they couldn't figure out whether it was better to investigate it strictly or perfunctory.

When Meng Hui passed by the door, he saw a group of middle-aged and young men frowned and looked at the ceiling and sighed, and had no intention of paying attention to her.

"Prince, since the guard office has become the territory of the third prince, it is better for us to move faster." Chen Xiang was still thinking about the rebellion. If they were in the palm of Sun Zhao's hand when the incident was rebellion, it would be dangerous.

"Okay, let me find someone to find out where the assassin's relics were placed." Meng Hui stopped at each door and looked in, but he couldn't find a place to place the evidence. Just as she was sticking to a door and looking deeper into the hall group, a silence and silence suddenly came from behind her.

"What is Princess Qinghe looking for?"

Meng Hui was so scared that he jumped back and turned to look back. It turned out to be the young man who had just sat inside and sighed. The man was wearing the official uniform of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, with clear eyebrows and clear eyes, and did not look tactful to drive her away.

Meng Hui also discovered that the young man looked like a serious old scholar, but his ears were slightly red. She realized that she immediately became more reasonable: "I was just curious that I dared to assassinate the emperor so bravely, so I came here to see how you checked it."

"So that's it." The young man nodded without any doubt and responded honestly, "Nothing has been gained for the time being, which has disappointed the princess."

"Oh..." Meng Hui swept him from head to toe and found that his ears were even redder. "Where is this?"

The young man lowered his head slightly, and his eyes didn't dare to glance at her face again. "It was originally a guard house, and there were the body and relics of the assassin. The princess should not get close to it, so as not to be unlucky."

It turns out that he has found the right place! Meng Hui's eyes lit up and waved his hand to the young man and said, "I know, Shaoqing, let's go first, I'll go there again and I'll leave."

When the young man saw Meng Hui leaving in a hurry, his eyes were a little dim and his expression was a little resentful.

Meng Hui shivered when he saw it, and quickly turned around and planned to enter the refinery from another door. He shook off the young man who was obviously in love with Sun Youyi. The agarwood behind him asked, "Princess has forgotten Li Shaoqing? Once you dropped your purse in the palace, we were so anxious that we looked around. Later, he picked it up and returned it quietly."

"So it's him!" How could Sun Youyi take such a small thing to heart? Her memory was blurred. She didn't even know that Li Shaoqing had a secret crush on her.

Since that's the case, Li Shaoqing would definitely not report to his superiors. Meng Hui quickly threw this matter behind his head and took two maids into the back door.

A room with obvious figures of people were scurried tightly closed, obviously for placing the corpse. The coroner and the coroner were still busy inside, and Meng Hui and the other two squatted and quickly slipped over.

Pushing open the half-open door next door, Meng Hui saw the Buddhist beads on the table at a glance.

While the guards were in chaos and could not find anyone to visit the remains, she quickly stepped forward a few steps, took out a handkerchief and wrapped the Buddhist beads into her sleeves. After getting the things, Meng Hui breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took the two of them out of the door.

"Princess?" Unexpectedly, the door next to him suddenly opened, and a coroner walked out with the coroner and several people from the guard station, and collided with Meng Hui and the other two.

"..." Meng Hui was a little confused for a moment, not knowing whether to rely on his power to suppress others and escape quickly, or should he explain a few words in a kind way.

At this moment, Li Shaoqing suddenly walked out and said seriously: "It turns out that the princess is here." He walked up and greeted everyone very naturally, explaining, "The princess was ordered to come and ask about the situation. I didn't take her away just now, but I didn't expect to go the wrong way."

"So that's it." Everyone had something to do, so they hurriedly left here without asking a second question.

Li Shaoqing's eyes were bright and wet, and he looked like a big wolf dog who wanted to win the credit.

Now Sun Youyi should remember Brother Li. Meng Hui was thinking about whether these two people were possible, but suddenly he sensed the hidden souls and a wave of shyness came. She grinned knowingly: "Thank you, Li Shaoqing, if you have time on July 7th, please go to Bazhen Tower to talk."

When Sun Zhao falls, Sun Youyi will definitely not marry to Ulan. Since her own soul is intentional, Meng Hui is naturally happy to push her.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Shaoqing's cheeks were red, like a big cooked lobster. Meng Hui left with his hands with satisfaction when he saw this, hiding his merits and fame. The two maids looked at each other ambiguously and smiled secretly with their lips.

*

In Fengyi Palace, the queen sat upright in the seat. When she heard Meng Hui’s request, she nodded in understanding: “You sisters and sisters have been close to each other before, so it’s better to leave some objects around you as a thought.”

"Thank you, Empress." Meng Hui quickly bowed and thanked her, and received a sign from the aunt beside the queen to enter the tightly guarded Ningxi Palace.

The queen looked calm at this moment without a look of panic. Meng Hui knew that this showed that the situation was under control.

After leaving Fengyi Palace, Meng Hui went straight to Ningxi Palace. The guards guarding at the door of the inner hall looked serious and did not allow anyone to wait for the crime scene. Seeing that she took out the sign given by the queen, the two guards were willing to let go.

In the inner hall, the blood had already dried up and melted into the gray-white ground. The broken door bolt was still scattered on the ground. Meng Hui carefully walked around and walked along the window ridge towards the inner room.

"Take three pieces of jewelry with low value and use them for open registration. Then quietly take an inconspicuous item away, I have other uses." Meng Hui did not intend to hide it from them when establishing a tomb of clothing, and it was impossible to hide it from them if he wanted to.

Fortunately, Chenxiang and Zitan have always been a person who obeyed the orders and did not talk much, so they immediately took action when they heard this.

Soon, Chenxiang found a pair of earrings, a bracelet and a bead hairpin. Rosewood walked towards her with an unfinished handkerchief.

Meng Hui took the handkerchief, took it in her hand and looked around. "What did she do for embroidering two ducks?"

"Princess, this is a mandarin duck." Chenxiang pointed to the two fat ducks and said, "The princess has never been a good job of embroidery. This handkerchief must have been embroidered by her own hands."
Chapter completed!