The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Shen Zhiyan has handled the case for many years, and can appreciate the bereavement of the family of the deceased. He gently said: "Miss Gan, don't worry, this official will thoroughly investigate it."

Murongci looked at her. Ms. Gan looked elegant and graceful. Her wonderful eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she still did not diminish her beautiful demeanor, and added a touch of tenderness and tenderness, which made her heart tender and affectionate.

Although her expression was sorrowful, Miss Gan had a dual purpose. She secretly glanced at Shen Zhiyan, a bit shy.

Suddenly, Mrs. Gan fainted on the mother.

The children of the Gan family gathered around, shouting "mother" anxiously.

It must be grief and heartbreaking, and then fainted.

Several mothers took Mrs. Gan back to the dormitory in the backyard. The children of the Gan family stayed here waiting for the government's inquiry.

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other and entered the study together, while Qin Ruo stayed outside.

"Ms. Gan's heart is slightly irritated..." Murongci deliberately dragged the tail sound, jokingly.

"What does your Highness mean?" He was stupefied and inexplicable. Is this sentence related to this case?

"Just literally, understand it for yourself." She blinked at him and smiled slyly.

The study of Gan Taizu, the head of the household, is divided into two rooms: the inside and the outside. The outside is a study. The inside is used for rest. There is a small couch. Opposite the small couch are two rosewood chairs and a small round table. Two pots of seasonal flower potted plants are placed in the corner of the wall.

Gan Taizu lay sideways on the couch with his robe covering him, his body bent like a shrimp, his fingers bent into a fist-like shape.

There is a rosewood smoking gun on the small side of the small couch, and the nozzle of the smoking gun is only slightly away from his head. There is also a carved old silver round box on the small side table. Murong Ci picked up the round box, and inside it was only a rice grain-sized Afurong paste remaining.

Shen Zhiyan glanced at the carved old silver round box, and then carefully looked at the rosewood smoking pipe. The Afurong cream in the pot on one end of the pipe was burned out, leaving only a little aftertaste.

He put down his smoking gun and began an autopsy. "When the deceased Gan Taizu died in the night, his face was yellow and thin, and his complexion was dark..."

Like Zhuang Qin, Gan Taizu was skinny and almost dead.

Murong Ci turned his eyes to look at the room, his heart fluctuating, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

After surveying the scene, the two came outside.

"Miss Gan, do you know when did your father come to the study last night?" Murong Ci asked Miss Gan.

"My father always goes to bed early, but in the past three months he went to the study after bathing, saying that there have been a lot of things in the household recently." Miss Gan replied softly.

"Then when do you go back to the dormitory?"

"I usually rest early, not quite sure." Miss Gan's eyes drooped slightly, and she looked at her elder brother again.

"My father stayed in the study very late before returning to the room to go to bed. One time, my friend and I went back to the house when we were near the son, and only when I saw my father, did I go back to the room." Old Master Gan answered.

"In the past three months, Lord Gan has been so thin, do you know the reason? Lord Gan has a hidden illness?" Shen Zhiyan asked gently and elegantly.

"My mother never mentioned this. In fact, I also think my father has lost a lot of weight. I also asked my father if there have been a lot of things in the household department recently, and worries day and night have caused a poor appetite. At first, my father said that the household department had a lot of things, and then I Ask me again, my father is impatient, and reprimanded me for a female stream not to intervene in official affairs of the household department." Miss Licorice said sadly, taking a look at the elegant and elegant judge of the case from time to time.

"My sister is right, I also asked my father. My father also blasted me away impatiently and didn't let me ask more." Grandpa Gan continued.

Shen Zhiyan and Murongci looked at each other, and it seemed that it was these three months that Gan Taizu had taken Afurong ointment.

She asked again: "If Lord Gan has something to do, he usually tells someone to do it, is the housekeeper?"

Mr. Gan replied: "Not a housekeeper, but an uncle Wang who has served his father for many years."

Shen Zhiyan asked him to bring Uncle Wang here, saying that he was going to make a routine inquiry.

Miss Gan asked anxiously: "Master Shen, did my father die by poisoning? How could he be poisoned for no reason? Was he murdered?"

He said with relief: "This case still needs to be investigated. Until more evidence is found, the officer will not jump to a conclusion. Miss Gan can rest assured that the death of the Lord will be revealed."

Murongci suddenly remembered something and asked: "By the way, Miss Gan, do you have any hobbies?"

Miss Gan replied: "My father has no hobbies, but occasionally visits the bookstore and bought a few books. But my father has not been to the bookstore in the past three months."

Murongci nodded, and soon, Uncle Wang brought him there.

Uncle Wang is not the honorific name given to him by the Gan family, but his real name. He is about sixty years old and more than ten years older than Gan Taizu. He is lean, with slightly rickets on his shoulders, gray beard and wrinkles on his face, and his eyes are still clear and he looks loyal.

He saluted several adults and wiped his tears sadly, "The master died so miserably, the adults need to find out the cause of the death of the master."

Shen Zhiyan took him aside for questioning, Murongci followed, and understood Zhiyan's intention-not wanting the Gan family to know too much.

"Uncle Wang, what is unusual about Lord Gan in the past three months?" Shen Zhiyan asked.

"Originally, the villain didn't know, but only happened to find the master half a month ago..."

Uncle Wang stopped suddenly, wondering whether this was the master's secret and whether he should tell the adults. Furthermore, the lord had a thousand exhortations before his death, this matter must not be publicized, otherwise it will be a catastrophe.

Murongci saw the hesitation and embarrassment in his eyes, and said: "If you don't talk about it, your master will die unjustly. The secret that Lord Gan asked you to keep is the chief culprit who put him to death. If you want Lord Gan to be the culprit. If the truth of death is revealed, you must tell what you know."

Uncle Wang gritted his teeth and said: "In the past three months, the master has somehow become obsessed with smoking. Every night after taking a shower, he has to smoke in the study for an hour. Let the villain guard the outside of the study. Anyone enters the study. At first, the villain didn’t know that the master smoked a lot in the study, but later discovered that he was losing weight because of smoking.”

He was always in tears, raised his hand and wiped it away with his gray sleeves, "After the villain knew it, he advised the master not to smoke anymore. It would break his body and bankrupt his family. Even the errand of the household It's gone. But the master just doesn't listen, and asks the villain to leave his business alone, and also instructs the villain not to tell anyone."

"Do you know what that kind of smoke is?" Murongci asked.

"The villain doesn't know, but the villain knows that smoking a big cigarette will kill him." Uncle Wang's tears flowed down again, soaking his wrinkles. "When the villain was seven or eight years old, the villain's grandfather died of smoking. Decades ago, many people in Xiaoren’s rural village smoked a lot of cigarettes. Once they caught it, they couldn’t quit. They were a dead end. The smoke was very expensive, and many people would not hesitate to smash the pot and sell iron and sell in order to get a bite. Sons and daughters sold houses, and the family went bankrupt. In the end, the family was destroyed and the people died. Adults, the smoke is a scourge, and if one person is harmed, the whole family is harmed."

"Where did Mr. Gan's smoke cream buy? Do you know?" Shen Zhiyan asked.

"It was the master who ordered the villain to buy it, but at first the villain didn't know that it was smoke cream for big cigarettes, but only recently did he know about it." Uncle Wang replied.

Shen Zhiyan and Murongci looked at each other, and asked in surprise, "Where did you buy cigarette cream?"

Uncle Wang didn't know why they asked, and he replied: "The master told the villain to go to an alley and give the money to the man, and the man will give the villain a box of cigarette cream."

Murong Ci hurriedly asked, "Which alley? Who is that person, do you recognize it?"

Uncle Wang said, "In Qingyang Alley, the man wears a gray and white robe and a drapery hat every time. The black gauze covers his appearance. The villain has never seen him, but the villain remembers that he is not tall. A little taller than the villain."

Uncle Wang is not tall, about five feet two inches tall, and the height of the person who sells cigarette cream is about five feet four inches tall.

Ask a few more questions, and Shen Zhiyan let him go.

After surveying at Gan's house, they went to the dealer. The yamen of Jingzhao Mansion and Dali Temple will naturally bring the corpse and related exhibits back to Dali Temple.

On the carriage, Murongci's bright eyes burst into cold light, "Now it is certain that there are people in the Imperial Capital secretly selling Afurong ointment to poison my subjects in Beiyan, and those people are very cautious and do not show their true colors."

Shen Zhiyan also felt that the situation was getting worse, frowning, "The folks don't know how many people smoke big cigarettes."

Qin Ruo said suddenly: "Don't ask the Beijing Defense Department to find a reason to investigate door-to-door. Anyone who smokes heavy cigarettes will be taken into custody and forced to quit."

"No. Not only will it disturb the people, but it will also disturb the people in the capital." He waved his hand, Yabai's handsome face was heavy.

"But without checking, I don't know how many people in the capital are smoking big cigarettes." Murong said anxiously.

"I think that when the matter is not so serious, your Highness is safe and restless." Shen Zhiyan soothed, "We can first check the illegal merchants selling Afurong ointment, stop this ointment from spreading widely, and at the same time pass the order down to the four cities in the capital. Strictly search the gates and checkpoints to prevent Afurong's cream from flowing into the city."

She calmed down, and it was right to think about it, this matter should not be put on the table, it should be done in secret. She can't mess around, otherwise it will only get worse.

Qin Ruo suggested: "An order can be passed to Jingzhao Mansion. Anyone who comes to report the poisoned death must be carefully investigated and reported to Dali Temple."

He nodded, "Qin Ruo is right, so that he can control how many people among the people smoke."

Murongci was thinking, should I tell Murongyu about this matter?

When they came to the dealer, they took the butler to the side hall for questioning.

Sure enough, Zhuang Qin also ordered the butler to take the silver to get Afurong ointment, but the butler did not know what it was, nor did Zhuang Qin smoke a big cigarette.

The steward also said that he would go to Qingyang Alley every five or six days. Every time he went, a short and thin man wearing a drapery hat gave him a box, and then he brought it back to Zhuang Qin. People, because Zhuang Qin has repeatedly instructed, never fake hands with others.