The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 31 From whom did you learn the skills of autopsy

The lights flickered, illuminating the study as bright as day.

In the night of early spring, I was immersed in the slightest chill.

Su Qingran looked at the man standing with his hands behind his back, and asked, "Why did your son call the slave here?"

Murong Che turned around, locked her deep eyes, "plan to run away?"

"No...no, how could it be?" Su Qingran laughed dryly.

"It's fine if you don't have one. The Marquis of Yong'an always kills slaves who run away." Murong Che's light words seemed to be filled with frost.

Su Qingran snorted coldly, are you scaring her?

"You will do an autopsy?"

"Didn't the prince see it just now?"

"Who did you learn the autopsy skills from?" Murong Che narrowed his eyes slightly.

Judging from just now, she is proficient in autopsy, even more capable than many experienced old foremen.

Not only that, but she is also thoughtful and good at reasoning, which can be said to be no less than Baili.

The woman in front of me, is she really the third lady of General Su's mansion?

"Growing up in the countryside when I was young, I studied with an old monk."

On the way here, Su Qingran had already thought up his rhetoric.

The original owner did stay in Jiangzhou's hometown for a long time when she was a child, even if her identity is discovered later, she is not afraid.

"Old Wu Zuo? Where is the old Wu Zuo?"

"Jiangzhou."

"I don't know where your master is now. This son thinks that the position of Dali Temple's priest is perfect for him."

Su Qingran was shocked from the bottom of his heart, and made a hard face, "My master and his old man have already gone west of Hexi, I'm afraid there will be no chance to serve in Dali Temple, but seeing the sincerity of the son, the servant is the only master My apprentice is willing to go to Dali Temple to work as a monk instead of the master..."

Murong Che looked at her with a sad expression, his eyes were deep.

"My son, the noble father-in-law in the palace is here." At this time, Zhao Zhong entered the study and reported.

"understood."

Murong Che responded, glanced at Su Qingran, and stepped out directly, Bailihe followed slowly.

Su Qingran walked carefully to the door, opened the door and looked out.

In the courtyard, a rich eunuch held Fuchen in one hand and Minghuang in the other, with a soft voice, "Murong Che, the minister of Dali Temple and the son of Yong'an Houfu, accepts the order."

Murong Che and Bai Lihe walked over, lifted their robes, and knelt down.

"The emperor has a decree that son Xuan will enter the palace immediately, and there will be no mistakes. I respect you."

"Wei Chen accepts the order."

After Murong Che took over Ming Huang, he brought Bai Lihe out of the mansion with the noble father-in-law.

Su Qingran hurriedly followed, "Steward Zhao, when will the son come back?"

They are discussing about doing Wu Zuo, and this noble father-in-law is really unlucky to come.

"I'm afraid I'll have to wait until tomorrow to come back after this trip. Are you looking for something to do with your son?"

"fine."

Su Qingran was about to go back to her room, but when she thought about what happened just now, she retreated and called out kindly, "Housekeeper Zhao, shall I discuss something with you?"

"You said."

"Housekeeper Zhao, Uncle Zhao, someone died in the room I live in, I'm afraid, can you change my room?"

Zhao Zhong's face darkened. When she had just performed the autopsy, her eyes lit up. It was excitement. Would she be afraid?
"Uncle Zhao, it's unlucky that someone died in the house, you always take pity on me..."

"Okay, you will live in the side room next to the upper room in the future, and it will be convenient for you to serve the prince at any time."

Zhao Zhong knew in his heart that after the autopsy tonight, Han Qing had already been admired by the prince, and it would be a matter of time before he changed the room.

In the early morning of the next day, Murong Che was in the back office of Dali Temple, looking at the stinking corpse, helpless.

"It's not easy to find out the cause of the household servant's death in three days..." Bailihe frowned.

Seeing that Murong Che remained silent, he said again: "Murong, why not let Han Qing have a try, her performance last night was amazing, I don't think anyone is more suitable for the position of Dali Monastery than her!"

This was the first time that Bailihe praised a person so much.

(End of this chapter)