A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 37 037 Ghost Marriage Case (8)

Hao Shixu had to be wrapped in a sheet in the hot weather, "My lord, save me... no... My lord, it's not me, but..." Before she could finish her sentence, she passed out again.

Yeats hurriedly asked Teng Chong to carry him to the hospital, and waited until the doctor mixed the medicine and fed it, before Hao woke up, "Help me, my lord..."

Yeats hurriedly told her not to be so excited, "Don't worry, just speak slowly."

The people from Dali Temple were by his side, and Hao's heart finally settled down, "Speaking of which, even if you find the lord, you can't save the life of the noble lady. She... I'm afraid she will be wronged if she finds me!"

Yeats was startled when he heard that, "Sister-in-law, how do you say that..."

Hao grabbed Yeats with both hands, "My lord, do you believe in ghosts in dreams?"

Yeats really wanted to say that she absolutely didn't believe that there were no monsters and ghosts worse than humans in this world, but when she thought that she was transmigrated into Yeats's body, she fell silent.

"Your Excellency believes it, right?" Hao's eyes lit up, and he immediately told the story of himself and the noble lady.

Three years ago, Hao was kicked out by her husband's family because she couldn't bear a son. She couldn't think about it. She went to the temple to pray for the gods and prayed to the Buddha for her old mother, and then she was about to jump off the cliff to die.

Hao Shi was in a hurry, why is it so difficult to ask for death?

Because she wanted to die with all her heart, she fought desperately with the bandits, but the bandits who dragged her failed to pull her into the forest in time, and was rescued by the noble lady who came down the mountain.

"My lord, you don't know. That little lady is kind. Not only did she persuade me not to do 'what makes my loved ones hurt my enemies', she also gave me money to support myself and my old mother. When I didn't know what to do, she asked the girl next to me to comb my hair, so that I had the ability to live and live. She is really Guanyin Bodhisattva. I didn't expect... I didn't expect...to die..."

Hao shi covered her mouth and cried loudly.

Yeats reached out and patted her on the back lightly, letting her release her emotions safely.

After a while, she calmed down, and Yeats asked softly, "That noble lady's name is..."

Hao shook her head, "I don't know what her last name is, I just firmly remembered the appearance of the noble lady, and the little red mole behind her left ear when she turned to leave. I thought, one day I will repay the kindness of the noble lady."

"But in the past three years, you haven't met that little lady again. When you meet again, she is already dead, isn't she?"

Hao shi nodded, and the tears couldn't stop staying: "My lord is really amazing."

"Have you reported it to the government?" Yeats thought to himself that the Dali Temple hadn't received a case of the murder of a young lady recently. Could it be that the case had been reported to the Yamen of Jingzhao Yin?
"My lord..." Hao Shi was very afraid to look at the people around him.

Teng Chong drove out all the idlers in the hospital.

Yeats said gently, "Sister-in-law, you can talk now."

Hao Shi sighed, "Young Lady is lying in the coffin of Young Master Yang in Xuan Guo Gong's Mansion."

Yeats and Teng Chong were taken aback.

Teng Chong blurted out, "Young Master Yang's wife is a commoner woman bought from outside Beijing. How could she be the noble lady you mentioned? Did you read it correctly three years ago?"

Hao said firmly: "Let's not talk about the whole body of the little lady, it is the pride of the little lady, and the clothes on the little lady. As a person in the capital, even if I am a commoner, I can still judge that she is either rich or noble."

Hao Shi thought for a while, "And the little lady's accent is an authentic Beijing accent."

"Duke Xuan Guo asked you to comb the hair of Young Master Yang and his wife?" Yeats asked.

Hao Shi nodded, "I comb the hair of the living too much. I can't do it anymore. Two years ago, I switched to combing the hair of the dead. Although it is unlucky, there are fewer people doing it and it is easier to earn money."

Yeats frowned. It stands to reason that it is impossible for a first-class Duke's mansion like Xuanguo to find a woman who combs her hair like Hao Shi. Before Yeats combed her hair, Hao Shi seemed to understand what she was thinking.

Said, "A commoner lady who combs her hair like me doesn't know any high-ranking and rich family stewards. It stands to reason that she has no chance to comb the hair of Young Master Yang and his wife in the Duke's Mansion. Not to mention the adults find it strange, even I find it incredible. In the alley in front of my house, there is a woman whose relatives are doing odd jobs in the Duke's Mansion. For some reason, I was introduced to the Duke's Mansion to comb the hair of Young Master Yang and his wife.

The first time I saw my benefactor, I was stunned. I was afraid that there would be someone who looked like me in the world. By combing my hair, I found the little red mole behind my left ear. Then I was sure it was my benefactor. At that moment...I..."

Hao's tears never stopped, she really didn't expect that seeing her benefactor again in such a way, she would never have the chance to repay her benefactor again.

Yeats asked: "You also heard that the Duke's Mansion married a commoner's 'Underworld Wife' for Young Master Yang, so you felt something was wrong. You stood in front of the breakfast stall half a month ago and refused to leave. You just wanted to meet Teng Butou or me and tell us what's wrong?"

Hao nodded.

Yeats was heavy.

Hao Shi saw that she was silent and thought she would not help, so he grabbed his hand again, "My lord, the noble lady dreams of me every night, she...she must have died very wrongly..."

A noble lady was married to a "dead son" by Yang Guogong's mansion as a commoner girl. Did Yang Guogong's mansion know or was it deceived by the people below?

Yeats agreed to Hao Shi's request to avenge her benefactor, but she was about to leave as soon as she regained her composure.

Yeats grabbed her with a big head, "Describe to me your benefactor's appearance."

Of course Hao agreed, and said in detail.

Teng Chong whispered beside the portrait of Yeats, "Just go to the Principality's mansion and lift the coffin board to take a look."

Yeats snorted coldly, "Why don't you go?"

Now Yang Guogong can't wait to grab Yeats and scratch him. Besides, he doesn't know if this matter was ordered by Xuan Guogong's mansion. If he is not careful, they might silence him.

Teng Chong rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "This is the Duke's Mansion, it's really not something that people like us can check casually, or should we report it to Pei Shaoqing?"

That must be the answer, the little lady in the capital is raised in a deep boudoir, even Qin Dachuan, who knows everything about the capital, may not necessarily know that it is the little lady from a wealthy family.

When Hao Shi saw the completed sketch, she covered her mouth in amazement, "It's exactly like a real person."

How can a criminal investigator solve a case without a few brushes? Modeling portraits of the dead is one of Yeats' brushes.

When we returned to Dali Temple, it was already afternoon. Unexpectedly, Zhao Bai, the heir of Shunyang County, who was so rare to visit, was also in the official room. When he saw Yeats coming in, his eyes fell on her sleeve pocket intentionally or unintentionally.

In Yeats' sleeve pocket was the portrait he had just painted in the medical clinic.

"Master Zhao—" After saying hello, Ye Zhi went to find Pei Jingning, ignoring Uncle Zhao's gaze.

Zhao Bai didn't mind either, with a smile on his face, "Ye Pingshi is so busy!"

(End of this chapter)