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Chapter 079: Aphrodisiac

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    Murong Ci and Qin Ruo followed Shen Zhiyan to the study. The policeman stretched out his arms to stop them, "Boy, this is the scene of a crime. No one else can enter without permission."

    Shen Zhiyan quickly turned around and said, "These two" Seeing His Highness winking at him, he smiled calmly, "These two are my subordinates."

    When the arrester heard that they were also from Dali Temple, he let them in.

    Murong Ci asked Qin Ruo not to go in, and then looked in front of the desk, his cold eyes scanning sharply.

    The bookcase, bookshelf, blue and white porcelain, etc. are all in good condition and in order. There is just a book on the ground under the left side of the bookcase. There are several papers on the bookcase opposite the chair. The top one has a big drop of ink splattered on it and there are wolf hairs on it.  Beside, the ink in the inkstone is half dry.  There are several books placed on the other side of the desk. The books are all old and have many annotations. It can be seen that the owner of this study often reads these books.

    "The deceased Zhuang Qin fell on the ground in front of the desk, his robes were still neat.

    Shen Zhiyan put on thin gloves and squatted down to check.

    The man from Jingzhao Mansion squatted aside and said: "Sir Shen, I think Master Zhuang has been dead for several hours and must have been poisoned. But I can't see any poison in Master Zhuang's body."

    Shen Zhiyan nodded, his eyes never leaving the body, "Remember, the deceased Zhuang Qin died around midnight. He was very thin, with dark skin, shrunken pupils, cyanotic lips, and purple-blue fingers"

    Murong Ci found it unbelievable, how could Zhuang Qin become so thin?

    Although she has never met Zhuang Qin, he is a dignified man from the Ministry of Industry, so he is not so thin.

    "Master Zhuang must have died of poisoning." Shen Zhiyan came to the conclusion, stood up and took off his thin gloves.

    "Can you tell what kind of poison it is?" she asked solemnly.

    "It's still unclear at the moment." He said to the head catcher, "The Jingzhao Mansion was originally in charge of this case, but Mr. Zhuang died under strange circumstances. I have to take the deceased back to Dali Temple for a more detailed autopsy, and maybe open the body to see  look."

    "Open a corpse?" The man was shocked. It was unheard of to dissect a corpse.

    "It doesn't matter. I will send someone to take the deceased to Dali Temple later. As for whether the case will be handed over to the Dali Temple, it will depend on what the Dali Temple wants." The head catcher said cheerfully.

    The two detectives carried the deceased out. Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan continued to inspect the study, hoping to find useful clues.

    The head catcher said again: "By the way, Mr. Shen, Mr. Zhuang died in the study in the middle of the night. Early in the morning, the housekeeper came to the study and knocked on the door, only to find that Mr. Zhuang was dead."

    She frowned slightly, "Master Zhuang didn't go back to his room to go to bed. Didn't Mrs. Zhuang send someone to the study to take a look?"

    He replied: "My subordinate asked Mrs. Zhuang. Mrs. Zhuang said that Mr. Zhuang often sees him reading very late in the study. If it is close to midnight, Mr. Zhuang will rest in the warm pavilion in the study instead of going back to his room to go to bed."

    Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, and then looked to the northeast. Sure enough, there was a small door.

    The small door was blocked by a bookshelf, so she didn't notice it for a while.

    They entered the Nuan Pavilion. The Nuan Pavilion was very small, only half the size of the study outside. There was a bamboo couch with a small table beside the couch.

    She focused her gaze and picked up a carved pipe from the small table. There was also a delicate jade pendant hanging on the pipe, "Is this the legendary pipe?"

    Shen Zhiyan took it and looked at it carefully, "It should be."

    In the Northern Yan Kingdom, there are very few people who smoke tobacco, because fifty years ago the court banned its subjects from smoking tobacco.  Once one person is found smoking, three people will be seated together.  The laws are strict, the law is enforced like a mountain, and everyone is in danger. In the past few decades, no one has smoked.

    Unexpectedly, Wai Lang, a dignified member of the Ministry of Industry, actually hid in the study room and smoked a big cigarette.

    There was a faint anger in Murong Ci's heart, and he picked up a carved wooden box beside the bamboo pillow. The wooden box was not big, but a little heavy, "What is this?"

    Opening the lid of the box, a strange light fragrance curled up.

    The wooden box contained brown paste, with only a thin layer left. She leaned closer and smelled it, "What is this?"

    His expression changed drastically, "This should be a tobacco paste for smoking cigarettes."

    "Is this related to Mr. Zhuang's death from poisoning?"

    "I can't answer your Highness right now, but I think Mr. Zhuang's death was strange."

    "I just looked at the tea cup on the desk. There is still half a cup of tea in the tea cup. Let's take it back to Dali Temple for inspection."

    "Well, I will tell them to be careful."

    As they talked, the two came out of Nuan Pavilion, handed the pipe and wooden box to the catcher, and asked him to take it to Dali Temple.

    &nWhat do Your Highness and Lord Shen want to do with Afurong?  "

    "Mr. Shen, I would like to ask you, if hibiscus fruit juice is extracted to make hibiscus paste, what will happen if people inhale the hibiscus paste?" Shen Zhiyan asked solemnly.

    "You can't do this. You can't smoke it." Yuan Shen was shocked. "Afurong ointment is a banned item in the imperial court. Once you smoke it, you will be punished and even imprisoned."

    "I understand, I just want to know what will happen to people after taking afurong ointment." Murong Ci's heart sank.

    Shen Yuanshi sighed and said solemnly: "Decades ago, for a few years, the smoking of hibiscus paste was popular on the southern border of Beiyan Kingdom. Afurong paste is extremely addictive. Once you become addicted, it is difficult to get rid of the addiction. Smoking it  Over time, people who use hibiscus ointment will develop sallow and thin skin, a bloodless face, nausea and vomiting, weakness in their limbs, and slow reaction. They will seem to be unable to wake up all day long, feel groggy, have low energy, have a thin and rapid pulse, become rickety and emaciated, and become sickly.  . If you take too much, your breath will fail and you will die from the poison."

    She and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, wasn't this about Zhuang Qin?

    Shen Zhiyan raised his hands and thanked him: "I understand. Thank you very much, Ambassador Shen."

    Murong Ci felt very heavy and asked again: "I wonder where there are wild aphrodisiacs in the world?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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