Ying Gao noticed that this assassin was not only wearing this layer of clothing, because it was chilly spring, and people would wear several layers to keep the cold, and this assassin was no exception.

Another reason why Ying Gao focused on his clothes was that in today's Great Qin, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people, the importance he attached to clothes was unimaginable in later generations.

Ying Gao still remembers that among the Qin bamboo slips unearthed in the previous life, there was a person sentenced to heavy punishment for stealing other people's clothes. In this era, clothing and land and houses were listed as fixed assets of a Qin man. It is precisely because of this that Ying Gao decided to take the risk to see if he could find anything from the assassin's clothes. Once the assassin belongs to an organization that makes him proud, he will definitely find something in the clothes.

With great anticipation, Ying Gao pulled the black clothes open, and the candle shone over, and what caught his eyes was just an ordinary shirt. He touched it everywhere, without any special features. When he looked at his shoes, boots and lower clothes, he still had nothing to do. Ying Gao finally felt a little panicked and touched it harder. He didn't get anything except the cold skin of the body...

At this moment, a neighing sound came from outside the yard, and it was obvious that a carriage had arrived.

"Young Master is behind me quickly. I think it's Yan Le. Don't let him recognize the young master, otherwise the false dictatorship will be revealed, and you and I will be of no benefit."

The first time you take action, will you fail?

Ying Gao asked himself unwillingly. The sound of the gate opening had already come. Ying Gao knew that he had to stop. He quickly sorted out the clothes that had been torn by him, and then he unwillingly touched the body...

But in this hand, when the hand swept to the waist, there was a bulge at the beginning. Ying Gao's heart tightened. No matter what it was, he pulled it down and put it in his sleeve. Then, he quickly bowed his head and stood behind Feng Quji as he came in.

Just as Ying Gao's script just stood firm, a burst of rapid footsteps had already arrived at the door, followed by the bright torch and the voice that Ying Gao had just heard in the court during the day: "Why don't you tell me first and accompany me?"

Those who walked in with the voice were naturally Yan Le who was fighting each other in the Palace of the First Emperor during the day. As Zhao Gao's tyrant, it was really difficult for Xianyang to carry out all kinds of things, especially those related to Fusu's assassination.

"Your Majesty is very urgent, so you have never known the Xianyang Order. If the Xianyang Order has any doubts, I have just investigated the assassin's body. Why don't you and I go to report together?" Feng Quji's somewhat old face was as unexpressed as before, and he said in a bland manner.

While Feng Quji spoke, Yan Le was not idle, but looked around the body. Seeing that the body had not changed much, the person before, and his clothes were still there, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that because he believed that the alchemist was determined to seek the Tao in order to live forever, the First Emperor would not see the corpse himself, and how could the old man in front of him recognize who the dead man was?

"The right prime minister was joking. He was just passing by here. When he heard that the right prime minister was here, he entered the inner world and saw that since the right prime minister had the order of the king, he would stay at the right prime minister soon."

Obviously, Yan Le was respectful on his face, but in fact, in order to make Feng Quji leave quickly, Ying Gao, who was lowering his head and writing quickly, couldn't help but mutter in his heart: This guy must be related to Zhao Gao's assassination. Although the assassin did not see any clues, it was just because he was not the right person.

Ying Gao touched the thing he had pulled off from the assassin. It was an object that felt like a cloth strip, with some irregular bulges on it. These bulges made Ying Gao feel moved. Seeing that Feng Quji had bowed to Yan Le, he quickly put away his thoughts and bowed to follow Feng Quji to walk out the door. Yan Le glanced at Ying Gao, but the dark morgue did not let him see the flaws.

He followed Feng Quji around Xianyang Palace until he entered his father-in-law Feng Jie's mansion. Ying Gao replaced his appearance. Even Feng Quji, who had lived for fifty or sixty years, looked at him with admiration. The last time Feng Jie said that Ying Gao's change was with him, he didn't care about it, but his performance in front of the First Emperor and in the morgue today made Feng Quji believe eight points. He was sure that Ying Gao must have hidden something before. As for why, he had no idea.

"How about this trip? What clues can be found in the assassin?"

Feng Jie, who was in the mansion, was obviously very concerned about this matter. Ying Gao had just shown some strength and was involved in the assassination of Fusu. This made Feng Jie very concerned. Assassination of Fusu was a big deal. Feng Jie didn't want Ying Gao to be careless and let his daughter get in for the rest of her life.

"I searched through the assassin's corpse and found this object. I wonder if the right prime minister and his uncle knew it? If I could find out where this object came from, this matter would be solved!"

As he spoke, Ying Gao pulled something out of his sleeve. Feng Jie and his son looked closely and found that it was a piece of clothing, not thick, and should be used to tie underwear. However, the material was made of fabric that only nobles in Xianyang City could wear, and there was regular embroidery on it, like auspicious clouds, and it was not an ordinary thing at first glance.

On the way back, Ying Gao had already seen this thing before and after. Although he had never seen it, he felt that in his heart, his father and son, who were in high positions, could most likely tell him the answer. In that case, the cloth strip he had taken back by accident would undoubtedly help him survive this disaster.

The Feng family and son took the belt and looked carefully under the candlelight. After a while, they said a sentence that made Ying Gao extremely disappointed: "I have never seen such a pattern."

Feng Quji was the right prime minister, and he was almost one person in the Qin Empire, but in the face of such a belt that was obviously from a noble hand, he said he had never seen it before. This could not help but subvert Ying Gao's three views. It would be fine to say that he had never seen it before in the deep palace because of the Guanle ceremony. However, Feng Quji said this, and there was a problem.

"Neither the right prime minister nor the uncle have seen this thing before, so this matter is a bit difficult." Ying Gao took back the belt from Feng Quji's hand, and murmured while watching it carefully.

"Young Master, don't be discouraged. I will go with my father to advise you tomorrow. In addition, you are the parents and children of the emperor. You have always been loyal, filial and honest. You have no evidence to die. You should not believe it easily." Feng Jie sighed and persuaded him.
Chapter completed!