Chapter 168 Zhang Ran is dead
Zhang Ran is dead at the critical moment when they come to the door.
A chilling sounded from the soles of her feet and headed towards the spiritual cover of the sky, making Zhou Zhao shudder.
She was even just guessing that she had no confrontation with Zhang Ran, and there was no evidence that she could show off, so Zhang Ran suddenly died.
Zhou Zhao thought, his voice a little dry.
"When did Lord Zhang leave?"
The housekeeper was stunned. He obviously did not expect that Zhou Zhao was not here to pay his respects. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and looked at Zhou Zhao. He bowed his hand.
"After the autumn, I felt a little uncomfortable. I was getting better a few days ago. Thinking that the autumn was so cool, I went to the farm with the young masters to run a horse. I never knew that I started to get bad after I came back. Your Majesty sent the Imperial Doctor to see him, and only said that when Miss Ruoqing went there, the Lord was so sad that he hurt his lungs.
The cold autumn wind came into his body, and after running, the cold air was even more coming to his brain. As the saying goes, the disease came like a mountain. Debt...
The past two days, the young master of the mansion worshiped all kinds of gods, and the decoctions in the palace were also delivered in like flowing water. Unfortunately, he was still unable to turn the world back."
Zhou Zhao took a deep breath, and the eyes of the housekeeper Zhang's house were filled with sadness. Every word and sentence he said was reasonable and well-founded, unlike a false statement.
Is it possible that there was such a coincidence in the world that they found out that Zhang Ran was really ill?
Zhou Zhao thought, and bowed to the butler, "Please take me and Captain Su to see Lord Zhang for the last journey."
People can lie, but the body does not Will lie.
The housekeeper did not hesitate, nodded, reached out to make a call, and then bowed to the front to make the road come.
White banners were already hung everywhere in the mansion, and you could hear the heart-wrenching howling from the mourning hall from afar. The sound was like howling when slaughtering a pig at Dongshikou, just like the sound of The scalp is numb.
Zhou Zhao followed the housekeeper and walked to the mourning hall.
Zhang Ran's body was placed in a large black coffin. His tall and tall sons knelt in a row in mourning clothes, and their crying sounded loudly.
Mrs. Zhang knelt quietly there, like a stone statue.
Zhou Zhao and Su Changying knelt down directly on the cushion placed in front of the door. Seeing this, the filial sons and grandchildren immediately knelt back in front of each other.
The moment they raised their heads, Zhou Zhao saw that the eyes of these people were swollen and there was only a slit left, as if they had been stinged by bees.
Zhou Zhao and Su Changying stepped forward to burn incense, and then walked to the coffin.
Zhang Ran lay there quietly, looking very peaceful. Although he had been modified for one or two, it could still be seen that he had a sick aura on his face. Apart from that, there were no obvious fatal injuries on his body.
There are no marks on the neck, no cyanosis, no white foam in the mouth, and no poisonous blood flowing out of the facial features.
It doesn't look like an accidental death.
Zhou Zhao's eyes moved, and he was thinking about how to convince the Zhang family to agree to let Liu Huang perform the autopsy when he heard Mrs. Zhang's cold voice coming.
"We have not yet reported the death, so Lord Xiao Zhou and General Su came to pay their respects. I think there was something else. It would be better to move, so as not to disturb the tranquility of the dead."
Ms. Zhang said Without waiting for Zhou Zhao to agree, he stood up and walked out of the door in mourning clothes.
Zhou Zhao glanced at the brothers of the Zhang family. Seeing that they were still crying, she had no intention of inquiry. The posture suddenly reminded her of an old friend in Tianying City. That guy should have It’s not the lost son of the Zhang family, he is also good at crying.
She was thinking randomly and followed Mrs. Zhang into the elegant room beside her.
The moment the door closed. There was no peace at all, and the howling sounded shook the sky. "Mrs. The filial piety of the young men is really touching. Zhao Wei is really ashamed. He did not know that the adults had passed away in advance, so he came to the door without any preparation. He was rude. I hope my wife will forgive me."
Mrs. Zhang took the lead in kneeling down at the table. Her expression was faint, but there was a little more ridicule in her eyes. "What are they filial to? They are just crying for their father's death. His Majesty will definitely alienate them from the wine bags in the future. The Zhang family's tall building is about to collapse."
Zhou Zhao did not expect Mrs. Zhang to speak so rudely, and she couldn't help but be surprised for a moment.
Mrs. Zhang obviously didn't care at all. "Tingwei Temple came with the Northern Army, and that was a case. You come to find Zhang Ran, but what's the important thing?"
Zhou Zhao's eyes moved, he sat down opposite Mrs. Zhang, and bowed to Mrs. Zhang, "Is Master Zhang's death a human being?"
"What?" Now it was Mrs. Zhang's turn to be stunned. .
She looked at Zhou Zhao unexpectedly, "You are direct! The three imperial doctors Qi, Wang and Li came together in the palace. If there is any problem, Your Majesty will ask someone to investigate. People are here in the seventy years old. Although he is still far from seventy, it is not very rare to die of illness at this age."
Zhou Zhao was silent.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
She saw it.
Mrs. Zhang did not give Zhang Ran five big-eared shaves every day, but she must have given them in her heart.
Mrs. Zhang said, and suddenly said, "He is afraid of death. He actually prefers to ride a ox cart than riding a horse. Suddenly he wants to go running a horse, and his condition worsens, maybe it's a dark thing. There is a destiny in it."
Zhou Zhao thought about Mrs. Zhang's words, and she paused...
"I can give you a lot of time. My eldest son has gone out to report the death. Soon there will be guests, and he will treat me deeply. Everyone knows Yi Chong is a man of Chang'an. I should go to the mourning hall and kneel. There is nothing I can't ask when I live to my age."
Zhou Zhao thought about it and asked, "Mr. Zhang," With Princess Changyang... Zhang Ruoqing looks a little like her."
Mrs. Zhang was silent for a moment when she heard this, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"You are right. Zhang Ran is just happy with Changyang. But Changyang has been outstanding since childhood. What can he look at Zhang Ran? Is he old? Is he poor? Is he stupid? Is he stupid? Is he Crazy? With pearls and jade like Fan Fuma, Zhang Ran, the sand and gravel that can be seen everywhere in the river dam are naturally afraid to speak.
Aren't the old saying good? What rice is served with what bowl. Diaoziyu hides in a stinky ditch and wants to eat Haidongqing, which is nothing disgusting. "
Zhou Zhao looked at Mrs. Zhang. Although she spoke sarcasticly, her eyes were filled with sadness.
I don't know if it was for Zhang Ran or for herself.
Zhou Zhao looked at her and asked for a long time, "What's wrong with Zhang Ran on June 15th four years ago? "
Mrs. Zhang was stunned and frowned, "Do you think Zhang Ran is the murderer who killed Princess Changyang?" It's impossible. We have known each other since childhood, and he doesn't have the ability. He had never learned martial arts specifically, and he learned all his skills in fighting. If he wanted to capture the little Lu Hou, he would not even have a purple smoke from his ancestral grave. ”
She said, thinking about it, and then said, "If there is anything unusual, he was really worried during that period. He often sat alone by the window." Mrs. Zhang said, He sighed lightly, the sound was extremely light and almost inaudible.
"I have a bad relationship with him and I know very little about him on weekdays. But..." Mrs. Zhang paused, "But I once heard him say something after getting drunk. : Every man is guilty of possessing a treasure without guilt."