Forensic Poison Concubine

He waved to the man holding her behind him and motioned to put himself down.

Jun Zilin took the wisp of hair from the window sill to the dressing table, and compared it with the residual hair in the wooden comb. Because in ancient times, there was no way to compare DNA. However, it's better to compare the shape. Even if you let the former mammy come, and all the maids who have served in this place come, you can tear off one of your hair and make a comparison.

But this soft hair is quite right. Different from other ancient women, Luorou's hair is thin and slightly yellow.

In this yard full of maids have no such hair, basic can be sure is falling soft.

Zhou Jinmo looked at the busy girl gently. She was wearing cheap clothes, but her face was beautiful. Just hold her, the soft touch is still in the palm inside circulation. I really want to Hold it again.

Wrapping up her hair, Jun Zilin came to find Zhou Jinmo and said, "can your highness allow Zilin to have a look at my concubine's body?"

"What do you say, young master?" Xiao die is busy living with the young lady. When Leng Buding hears this, he rushes up.

The other servants in the house, hearing this, looked at Jun Zilin one after another. I don't know how dare this little guy look at the corpse?

"The house has been inspected, and the only thing left to see is the body." Butterfly Jun ignored the explanation.

Xiao die knelt down and cried, "please, don't look at the corpse!"

Jun Zilin inherited the memory of the original owner, and the little butterfly in the memory never cried. Even for Jun Zilin's sake, he was beaten so swollen that he didn't cry once. She's never been able to survive without gritting her teeth.

Now, Jun Zilin saw her tears.

Finally Jun Zi Lin sighed, had to bend over to help up the butterfly, "you don't cry, I don't see the body is not it."

"Is that true?" Little butterfly stares at me, and I want to make sure. Seeing junzilin nodding, she was relieved.

Zhou Jinmo is looking at the master and servant. His eyes are coldly opposite Jun Zilin. But he sees the little girl squeezing her eyes at her. Her eyes are very cunning.

Leng under, four princes face immediately show the meaning of ran.

Left the courtyard of concubine room, Jun Zi Lin is guarded by small butterfly step by step, after changing the young lady's dress for her. Xiaodie accompanied the young lady to leave siwangfu.

The fourth prince sent his carriage to see him off. Xiaodie hurriedly escorted his master to the carriage. Without even returning, she let the coachman go back to the prime minister's house.

Looking at noon, xiaodiejian took the dead man's hair and was included in the kerchief. She bawled twice, and finally threw the things away. "Miss, these things are unlucky. How can you take them with you. Let the maidservant throw it away

"The hair belongs to the dead. Only by looking at the body can we find out the cause of Luorou's death." Jun Zilin solemnly returned.

Butterfly sighed, "of course, I don't want to see a good man die unjustly. But, miss, what kind of person are you? How can you do something like that? If you are known, you will pollute Miss Bai's reputation

How can she go to see the corpse of a young lady who has been protecting her for more than ten years. Not only will it pollute the reputation of the young lady, but the corpse will also pollute the eyes of the young lady.

"But the dead Luo Rou will come to the bed every night to tell you her grievances because she can't get the snow. She can't smile. She will die in her own eyes.... "

Jun Zi Lin's words haven't finished, small butterfly then Wu lip smile. She said, "don't scare me. Don't say there are no ghosts in the world. What if there are ghosts? Maidservant will also kill the ghost to protect you. So, miss, don't worry about it any more! "

When she first came here, Jun Zilin felt that Xiaodie was not simple.

This servant girl has been guarding junzilin since childhood. She has suffered a lot together and never complains. Although the body is thin and weak, but inside this thin body, it is a wisp of hard soul. This little butterfly is a little different.

"Miss, we will never come to the fourth Prince's residence again, OK?" Butterfly asked again.

However, Jun Zilin did not answer, and the fourth prince get along with this half day, she changed the direction. If the king of Jin is a hard to get close to the Lord, then the fourth Prince is very good to get along with. No matter what the real face of the fourth Prince is, Jun Zilin believes that when the other side uses her, she can also use the other side.

She wanted to feign death. If she had the help of the fourth prince, it would be much easier.

In the future, there is no need to live the smoke like fighting life of the prime minister's house.

However, the premise is that she will help the fourth prince to explain this matter, and she may raise the terms later.

The fourth Prince's carriage soon arrived at the prime minister's house, where Fu lingcui, who lived in the spacious courtyard of the inner house, thought about it all morning.

Mantao was waiting beside her. Seeing her distress, he couldn't help persuading her, "don't worry, miss. What if the yard is changed? Now the courtyard is still yours, missFu Ling Cui's face was gloomy, but her posture was still elegant. "Although this yard belongs to me, junzilin is not stupid. It's a fact. Now that she knows how to fight for the yard, what will she fight for in the future? No, she won't fight, she will only put a cold sword in the dark

After losing last night, Fu lingcui has been stuffy all night, and his eyes are still swollen.

How can Jun Zilin have those injuries? She must have made it all herself! Deliberately let Zhang Ruiyuan see, all this is her bitter meat plan!

But what makes Fu lingcui indignant is, why does Jun Zizi have so many injuries, but none of them fall on her face? Why?

If she destroys that face, she has no capital to pity her!

Back to think about it, Fu lingcui felt that he was careless. In the past, Jun Zilin's face was either smeared with dirt or ashes, and he looked like a madman. I think she is ugly, so I don't care. But in Jin palace, her face was wiped clean and even put on makeup!

Mantao came forward and told mother Qin what she had said, "young lady, it's not easy for me to look at this little butterfly! Yesterday, she was asked by Maolu, and almost succeeded. As a result, the king of Jin came. Originally, the king of Jin didn't care about these things, but the little butterfly said a few words, and he even sent the king of Jin to see Jun Zilin

"Pa!"

Fu Ling Cui's eyes were full of anger. He patted the table and said angrily, "you know what to say! Xiao die, that girl, Miss Ben said more than once that she was killed directly. Keep her, can only become Jun Zi Lin's help