Jin Miaomiao stood beside Tong Wang, followed the rules, and bowed to him. After the worship, she did not rush to get started, but carefully examined Tong Wang from head to toe.

After watching, she slowly straightened her waist and waved to Ying Shisan standing opposite her.

"Come on, come and have a look."

Ying Shisan didn't know what Jin Miaomiao asked him to see, but she still walked over obediently and looked at Tong Wang very seriously, without even letting go of her hair. After reading it, she sighed a long time.

"Why are you young, why do you always sigh?" Jin Miaomiao leaned against the window and looked at Ying Shisan happily, "Tell me, what do you think?"

"People are more dead than others, and goods are more thrown away." Ying Shisan leaned against Jin Miaomiao and shook his head gently, "You said, the same person who leads troops, why do they look so delicate? Why do I look so..." He reached out to touch his face, "Big and thick?"

"Who told you to see this?" Jin Miaomiao kicked him gently. "Tong Wang was born in Jiangnan. There is a place with outstanding people and beautiful mountains and rivers, so he naturally looks very delicate." She glanced at Shadow Thirteen and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why didn't I know before that you judge people by your appearance?"

"I didn't judge people by their appearance, I just sighed."

"There is no need to sigh at anything, you are not bad at all." Jin Miaomiao patted Ying Shisan's arm, "I almost let you take it away, and I didn't let you see if he looks delicate. I asked you to see if there was anything wrong with him."

"Is there anything wrong?" Ying Shisan turned around and looked at Jin Miaomiao again, shook his head at Jin Miaomiao, and said in confusion, "I didn't see something wrong. Isn't this quite normal?"

"Normal?" Jin Miaomiao chuckled, "Tell me first, the historical records record when did Tong Wang pass away?"

"The records in historical materials..." Ying Shisan quickly passed the information of Tong Wang in his mind and shook his head at Jin Miaomiao. "The historical materials do not mention the specific time of his death. It only says that after the Daxia attacked Xijing, this person disappeared, and no one saw his whereabouts again. However, there is no official history, but many folk unofficial histories have records. From time to time, some people say that they have seen people who look like Tong Wang with their own eyes. The last time such a rumor appeared should be twenty to thirty years ago."

"That's right." Jin Miaomiao snapped her fingers and looked at Ying Shisan with admiration. "Then tell me, according to the records in unofficial history, how old should be when Tong Wang completely disappeared?"

"Then..." Ying Shisan raised his head and forgot for a long time, "You can't be two hundred years younger?" He shook his head at Jin Miaomiao, "Isn't this a big deal? Where can anyone survive..."

He originally wanted to say where anyone could live such an old age. When he saw Jin Miaomiao's smile, he suddenly remembered the one sitting outside drinking tea in the yard. The eldest elder of his family lived much more than two hundred years old.

"This..." He blinked, "Sister Miaomiao, this kind of situation is rare. It is very rare to meet one. You can't meet another one again, right?"

"This is hard to say." Jin Miaomiao looked at Tong Wang on the bed and chuckled, "How old do you think Tong Wang is like this?"

"Well..." Ying Shisan looked at Tong Wang, then looked at Emperor Chongde next to him, "It should be about the same, right? It's about thirty to forty?"

"are you sure?"

"I just feel this, but I can't be very sure." Ying Shisan put his hands together, bowed to Jin Miaomiao, begging for mercy, "Sister Miaomiao, just let me go. You know I'm particularly bad at this. If you have any problems, just tell me directly. Don't take the exam again, please."

"After answering my last question, I can answer your questions and answer your questions." Jin Miaomiao raised her chin towards the yard outside the window, "Think about the portrait of Tong Wang you just saw, and then compare Tong Wang himself. What do you think is the difference here?"

"Is the portrait?" Ying Shisan gently pushed open the window, looked at the portrait of Tong Wang hanging on the easel from a distance, and turned around to look at Tong Wang himself lying on the bed. "The portrait should be quite different from himself, right? No matter how powerful a painter is, he cannot guarantee that the characters he draws are exactly the same as himself, right? Especially the court painters, the use of Spring and Autumn styles has always been very skillful, so there is nothing to compare, right?"

"You are right, and the portrait does weaken some of my own characteristics. The painter will unconsciously cover up some of the so-called weaknesses of this person. But what I want you to pay attention to is not the appearance, and the body shape is so obvious."

"What is that?"

"It's a demeanor, it gives people the first feeling." Jin Miaomiao looked out the window, "The Tong Wang in the portrait is full of vitality. Even if the person he loves the most is seriously ill, even if his so-called relatives come to get involved, even if there are many messy things that he needs to deal with, he still has a kind of motivation and a spirit of not giving up. But when you look at the person on the bed, it gives people a very peaceful feeling, without any edges. It has been through the wind and frost, and everything has been taken very lightly."

"I still agree with the first half of what you said. But..." Ying Shisan raised his chin and looked at the person on the bed, "He is like this. How can you judge that he had already had a great enlightenment before he passed away?"

"Feeling." Jin Miaomiao smiled at Ying Shisan, "Don't underestimate the feeling of women. Although it is not very accurate, it is more accurate than you. Besides, you have never seen all kinds of corpses over the years, right? Do you think they are the same as Tong Wang?"

"You said that..." Ying Shisan thought for a while and nodded slightly, "It's more convincing than your feeling."

"Isn't it?" Jin Miaomiao stretched, "And there is another very important one." She pointed to Tong Wang, then pointed to Emperor Chongde, "Even if I haven't started it, I can see that the color of Tong Wang's fingernails is the same as Emperor Chongde."

"Ah? Is the same? I didn't notice it." Ying Shisan was startled and leaned over and looked again, "Is the same? Is it different? Is his nails white?"

"The same and different." Jin Miaomiao smiled, "The same is true that their nails are indeed blue, but the difference is that all the nails of Emperor Chongde have become that color, while Tong Wang only has a little bit of the nail root."

"This means..." Ying Shisan touched his chin, "They took the same pill, right?"
Chapter completed!