Zhou Heng looked at Zhang Fuling, spread his palm and said:

"When a person is accidentally burned, he will dodge or swing, so that there will be scars on his fingers. This scar is limited to the palm of his palm and has horizontal lines, which is obviously not an accidental burn."

Zhang Fuling thought for a while and nodded, "It's reasonable, it's more like doing it on purpose."

Zhou Heng continued: "Then the question is, who would be so determined to burn his palms on purpose? You should know that ten fingers connect to the heart. The palms are extremely sensitive. Cuts here are more painful than other parts, let alone such serious burns? Just now, the adults said that even if they were torture, most of them were on the chest and abdomen, and people who were basically scalded would stop when they fainted. This place is different. It seems that they were burned repeatedly, and the place is already deep into the metacarpal bones. Because of this scar and ligament shrinkage, the fingers are hooked like chicken feet. This is not a pain that ordinary people can tolerate."

After listening for a long time, Zhang Wanxun generally understood what Zhou Heng meant, but he was a little impatient and stepped forward and asked:

"Doctor Zhou, please stop keeping it aside. Do you think it means to fall to the ground?"

Zhou Heng didn't care about Zhang Wanxun's attitude, so he picked up the teacup and poured a bowl of hot tea on Zhang Wanxun's palm. In an instant, Zhang Wanxun screamed and jumped and shook his palm.

"Ah, what are you going to do? Are you burning me to death?"

Zhou Heng grabbed Zhang Wanxun's hand, "This tea cup has been placed for a while, and the water in the cup is no longer boiling, so it is less than 100 degrees. If the iron is burned red at least 500 degrees, it will turn red. It is five or six times the temperature that was poured on the hand of Chief Zhang just now. How to endure such a temperature must be very determined. In other words, there is something that he has to use this method to remove, so he does this. I just thought of taming, but this is a knife mark on his face, and then dyeing ink, and the subcutaneous and muscles are dyed black. But I really don't know what other explanations are there for the palm."

Zhou Heng's words made Zhang Fuling and Zhang Wanxun pause for a moment, then looked at each other. Zhang Fuling paused for a moment while stroking his beard.

"Many years ago, I took over a corruption case and captured a murderer. He had a black mark carved with a knife in his palm. After interrogation, I learned that this mark was a dead soldier raised by the Mu Wang family guarding southern Sichuan. Only then did I find out the clues. After investigation, I found out that Wang Wang was planning a change. At that time, the government and the country were shocked, and as many as 100 officials were implicated. This was the change in southern Sichuan in the early years of Xuanhua."

Zhou Heng was also stunned. He was really confused about the reign name of Daliang Kingdom. It was obvious that an emperor was still alive to change the reign name.

Of course, in addition to having special hobbies like this, Wu Zetian is very fond of this. He changed his thirteenth year of his reign as emperor. If he had not studied that period of history specifically, he would have confused you.

However, such emperors are really rare unless there was any major change at that time.

I remember that Liu Renli said at that time that he was a Jinshi in the second year of Xuanhua. He didn’t have the nerve to ask why if he wanted to ask. It seemed that the change of the year name seemed to be related to the change in southern Sichuan.

However, Zhu Yunmo and Pang Xiao's expressions were instantly ugly when they heard about the change in southern Sichuan.

Zhang Fuling sighed, "All royal relatives, that is, after the change of southern Sichuan, were convicted and exiled. I think even though the prince was young at that time, he should have heard of it. In the following years, the troops in various places changed frequently, and the fiefs were taken back and the vassal kings were cut off that year."

Zhu Yunmo nodded, "The father had never returned to the capital in the early years of Xuanhua. It's a matter of fact that I haven't seen my father for ten years."

Zhou Heng looked up at Zhu Yunmo, his eyes towards the north. He was a child ten years ago. At this moment, King Ning didn't even remember how he looked. He just lived in the capital with an old eunuch. He was then plagued by a stubborn disease and sent to Meiyuan to raise his body.

All of this comes from the title of this prince. If his brother is still there, or if Wen's son is made the prince, this will not be the case. Therefore, the reason is that the emperor does not want the Ning Prince's Mansion to be peaceful. It is ridiculous to think about it.

King Ning?

The prince who is uneasy.

Zhou Heng glanced at Zhu Yunmo. At this time, any comfort seemed so powerless, so it would be better not to say that Zhang Fuling looked a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that talking about the change in southern Sichuan would make Zhu Yunmo so sad.

Zhou Heng stood up and coughed slightly, and looked at Zhang Fuling with a smile.

"If you follow Lord Zhang said, then you have a direction, but these are all things that happened ten years ago. Even if someone survived the change in southern Sichuan, they are not too young, unless they have not stopped, but are just ready to go and waiting for the opportunity?"

Zhang Fuling was stunned. He didn't dare to think about these corrupt people. Among these corrupt personnel, there were still people who were remnants of King Mu or those he had trained. These people just wanted to touch the marks of the past, so they attacked him so ruthlessly.

Zhou Heng looked at Zhang Fuling's face and his pale face was not needed. He knew it without asking. He understood the whole story. Seeing that Zhang Fuling was about to get up and say goodbye, Zhou Heng quickly stood up first.

"Mr. Zhang, I have something to say about your business."

Zhang Fuling stopped and looked at Zhou Heng.

"Doctor Zhou, please speak."

Zhou Heng took out a porcelain bottle from his body, which read Sanqi Hemostatic Powder, and the plug at the mouth of the bottle was sealed with the three words "Yu Pharmacy".

Zhang Fuling looked at the medicine bottle and looked a little puzzled. Zhou Heng asked directly without pause:

"This medicine is used on the way to escort Chief Zhang to Qingping County. If you don't do this, you don't know about this, but you can come up and smell it. What does this smell in the bottle?"

Zhang Fuling walked up to him and sniffed it carefully. After a while of not strong smell of medicine, he seemed to smell some special smell. However, for a while, Zhang Fuling couldn't understand it.

"In addition to the medicinal smell, it seems to have some other smell, but I can't figure out what it is for a moment."

It was the first time Zhang Wanxun saw this medicine bottle. Although he had treated him before, he was drowsy and didn't care much. As a result, he poured out the medicine bottle and smelled it a little. Zhang Wanxun stopped instantly.

"This is a musty smell. Is this medicinal material moldy or is it mixed with something? How come this smell appears?"

Zhou Heng took out some bottles from the box, and there were also bottles of various colors, with medicinal materials, basically some medicine powders that stop bleeding and remove swelling and regenerate skin.

Zhou Heng pulled them all out and placed them on the table. As a result, Zhang Fuling and Zhang Wanxun came over. Zhang Wanxun raised them up and smelled them one by one with panic in his eyes. Each bottle had a more or less moldy smell.

He quickly turned around and looked at Zhang Fuling, "Sir, please smell it quickly, why does this medicine taste like this?"

Zhang Fuling and Zhu Yunmo also came over, and Zhu Yunmo knew it naturally, after all, Zhou Heng had already said it before.

Zhang Fuling had heard of it one by one before he looked at Zhou Heng.

"Doctor Zhou, just tell me, there is something wrong with this medicine, right?"

Zhou Heng sighed slightly, sat on the chair and then said slowly:

"It took about six days from the capital to Jining. According to the letter from Master Zhang Feige, although Chief Zhang lost too much blood, he had no worries about his life. After all, the imperial doctor took good care of him. However, my student followed Xiao Bo to Jining to pick up people. When he saw Chief Zhang, he was really scared. He was dying, tall and hot, and the wound on his chest was filled with pus and blood."

Zhou Heng was a little excited and stood up, spreading the clothes Zhang Wanxun was wearing before, all of which were covered with yellow marks and diluted blood. You can tell from the area that the liquid is oozing out very much.

After handing the robe to Zhang Fuling, Zhou Heng continued:

"This is the cold weather. If it was summer, I'm afraid all flies would be attracted. The imperial doctor kept taking care of him and applied medicine at any time. However, not only did he not improve, but it became more and more serious. Xiao Bo detained the imperial doctor. After checking these medicines, I found that there were six bottles of medicines that had more or less moldy and spoiled medicinal materials in them. Some of the whole bottle of medicine has turned green. This is not a life-saving medicine for healing. It is almost the same as the poison called murder."

Zhang Fuling looked at Zhou Heng, thought for a while before speaking:
Chapter completed!