Zheng Xiu suddenly understood why he was suddenly detained indefinitely as a suspect.
Because this matter has become a big issue without realizing it.
But if it is finally discovered that the murderer is someone from the palace, it will be equivalent to a royal scandal.
No matter who the murderer is, the Wei royal family cannot afford to lose this reputation. What is more likely is that Old Wei actually knows who the real murderer is, but does not want the truth to be revealed.
That's why the case was brought up.
As long as the situation is suppressed for a long time, the people will gradually forget about this matter. Finally, they will find a reason to release Mr. Zheng.
The ending was happy for everyone, and only Princess Yurun and Master Zheng were injured in the end.
Unexpectedly, by forcefully being released from prison, he would inadvertently set a step for the Wei family to step on.
"Aren't you curious about who the murderer is?" Zheng Xiu bit into the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and looked at Feng Bei and asked.
"It has nothing to do with me." Feng Bei's answer was reasonable.
She was not interested at all in who the murderer was.
But Zheng Xiu was interested.
He always felt that there was something behind this matter that wasn't that simple.
After the meal, Zheng Xiu whistled several times. Qing Shisan was not around, so the brothers at home whistled secretly and hid on the roof.
Zheng Xiu then used a secret whistle to tell Qing Shisan to pay attention to the matter, but to keep a low profile and not to alert others, especially the royal family.
Today is the second day of the amnesty. Zheng Xiu didn't panic at all. He calmly hid in the dungeon, [projected] Zheng Shan's incarnation, laid out paper, polished ink, and started painting.
Now he has mastered the trick and tries to draw Feng Bei in various poses.
Since he understood the "Danqing Painting Technique", his painting skills have been like a miracle, and his paintings of Fengbei are vivid and vivid on the paper.
"How about drawing it as a comic strip?"
Zheng Xiu thought about it, looked at Feng Bei in the painting, and suddenly had a new idea. So he divided the scene in last night's nightmare, in which the young man and Feng Bei galloped around in the world of mortals, into ten pictures, and paired them with
Lines. [Danqing Painting] has gained tremendous experience, and the experience has skyrocketed.
Satisfied, he hid the painting and never let Feng Bei see it. It happened to be the time when the trumpet came online, so he went out with [Wandering]. Zheng E pretended to wake up from a dream, and after greeting Sister Feng Bei, Zheng Xiu
Hiding in the study room, I continued to copy books.
Having copied Ximen Bei's works, Zheng Xiu was bored and copying the history books of Da Qian. He secretly wondered whether he should find an opportunity to meet the great writer Xi Men Bei and find a way to increase the great writer's output.
If it's something that can be done with money, it really couldn't be easier.
Originally, Zheng Xiu had planned the two days well.
Near noon, someone came to visit from outside, disrupting Zheng Xiu's plan.
On January 1, the first day of the New Year, someone came to visit.
Zheng Xiu returned to the dungeon to change his account and go online.
Combing his hair like a rich man, dressed appropriately, and surrounded by his family members, Zheng, the richest man, came to the door.
On the way, Zheng Xiu learned through the secret sentry of the Brotherhood that the visitor was someone from Ye Weiyang. Thinking of Xu Shu's visit last night, he wondered if something had happened to Ye Weiyang and Feng Bei had to take action.
Last night, Feng Bei lost his temper for no reason and kicked Xu Shu out of Zheng's house. Feng Bei felt a little bit sorry, so he followed Zheng Xiu to see the visitors.
The Brotherhood whistled several times, and when Zheng Xiu came to the door, he already knew who was standing outside.
"Your whistle..."
Feng Bei was silent along the way, paying attention to the brotherhood's communication whistle. She first said half a sentence, and then shook her head: "That's all."
She didn't know if she thought Zheng Xiu couldn't understand.
Zheng Xiu pretended to be confused and opened the door to greet him with a smile.
"Oh my god, why is the sky clear and clear today? It turns out there are distinguished guests here."
After taking off her clothes and calling her Xi'er, the woman standing outside the house now put on clothes... Well, she put on the black clothes with cloud sleeves and hidden stars. Naturally, she was Yue Yan. Yue Yan politely raised her hand to Zheng Xiu Gong: "Hou
"Master, Ye Weiyang, Yue Yan, I have something urgent to ask to see Mr. Shang Xian San." After saying this, Yue Yan looked at Feng Bei, who was a few steps away from Zheng Xiu, and quickly made a few gestures.
Zheng Xiu and Yue Yan's business-like attitude made Dou Xie on the side widen his eyes, thinking that this is the world of adults.
Feng Bei frowned and was about to say something when Yue Yan made a few more gestures.
Zheng Xiu chuckled: "It seems that it is an important matter for your department. It is not convenient for Zheng to attend. If you don't mind, you can use the Zheng family's meeting hall as you like. Come, make a pot of good tea for these distinguished guests.
Prepare some exquisite pastries in the kitchen."
The family members took the order without saying anything.
There is nothing wrong with what Zheng, the richest man said, but he has already entered Zheng's house. What's the difference between talking inside and with you present?
Who doesn’t know that your Zheng family brothers are everywhere?
Dou Xie was about to refuse, but Yue Yan narrowed her eyes, smiled, and bowed her hands: "The Marquis is generous, so Yue Yan would rather be respectful than obey."
Ah this?
Dou Xie was dumbfounded, are you even pretending now?
So Dou Xie looked towards Feng Bei as if asking for help.
Unexpectedly, Feng Bei also nodded: "Yes, thank you, Lord Marquis."
With a wink, Zhizhi asked Zhizhi to invite a few people to the meeting hall. Zheng Xiu went straight to the main room and changed numbers again.
This exchange is a bit troublesome, but after the Zheng family's dungeon is successfully constructed, it will be much more convenient than going to Wangtian Prison to change numbers.
From now on, this will be Mr. Zheng’s home court.
The young man jumped in from outside the courtyard. The three people from Fengbei who had just sat down and were about to talk had different expressions on their faces.
Yueyan looked weird, this guy came by a coincidence.
"Why did you barge in without asking?" Feng Bei's tone sounded a bit complaining at first, but the next second she raised her finger at Zheng Xiu: "Here, sit here."
She motioned for the boy to sit next to her.
Feng Bei seemed not to regard the young man as an outsider.
If it is Zheng Xiu, Yue Yan still has to put on a show, and Dou Xie still needs to talk back. But if it is Zheng Xiu's trumpet Zheng E, neither Yue Yan nor Dou Xie is too lazy to waste their words - the experience of Xiangu Temple,
Feng Bei's doting attitude towards Zheng E is obvious to all, and I believe anyone who is not blind can see it.
The young man sat down, Yue Yan looked solemn, and talked about business.
Next, only Yue Yan's solemn narrative voice was left in the conference hall.
It turns out that Xu Shu's visit last night and Yue Yan's visit today were for the same thing.
A serial mystery.
About a thousand miles south of the imperial city, in the hinterland of Shuzhou, an ancient artifact that had been missing for decades reappeared.
That is a painting.
It is said that it was the final painting of an amazingly talented painter before his death a hundred years ago.
The great painter was already a hundred years ago. His name was Gongsun Mo. He was known as the "painting ghost" at that time. The records in the history books are slightly exaggerated and inappropriate. Some people once said that Gongsun Mo, the painting ghost, did not paint mountains, rivers and seas.
Fish, insects, birds and beasts, concentrate on painting ghosts and strange things, and lonely graves in deserted graves.
History books say that when his paintings were hung in the hall, the owner could hear the roar of demons every night, and the children could not sleep at night and had nightmares after seeing them.
Over the past hundred years, the original painting of Gongsun Mo, a ghost painter, has long since disappeared amid the wanderings.
Zheng Xiu could also understand this. In this era, there was no concept of "protecting cultural relics", and there was no technology that could make the scrolls incorruptible for hundreds of years. It is normal for them to be lost after a hundred years.
The cause of this series of mysterious cases was that a man who claimed to be a descendant of Gongsun Mo was poor and mortgaged the authentic calligraphy treasure to a pawnshop and told the pawnshop owner not to open the scroll easily.
Later, things developed just as Zheng Xiu thought. He said that he would not be allowed to open it, which meant that he wanted people to open it.
The pawnshop owner died suddenly at home that night. There were no injuries on the body, and the picture of Gongsun Mo disappeared.
"How are you sure there is something wrong with that painting?"
When Zheng Xiu heard this, he became interested. He didn't know if the soul of the newly awakened painter was burning, so he took the initiative to ask.
Dou Xie opened his mouth and thought to himself, "No matter how Mr. Shang Xian San doesn't treat you as an outsider, can you go through the process to get a waist card first? So that we won't be punished by the superiors when we go back."
But Yue Yan blinked at Zheng Xiu's trumpet: "Do you really think that we, Ye Weiyang, are just making random assumptions without evidence?"
Feng Bei, who had been silent, finally spoke: "Someone has gone, who is it?"
"As expected of Master Shangxian San, he has a sharp mind." Yueyan stretched out her five fingers and broke them off one by one: "And before that, Biwu, the Pleiades chicken in the Western Seven Stars;"
"The heart fox in the East Seven Stars, the tail tiger;"
"They all entered Shuzhou one after another, and finally lost contact. Their soul-inducing lanterns and ravens disappeared at the same time. It is very possible that... they were all lost in Shuzhou."
"Shuzhou has entered four constellations before and after, and there will be no return."
When Zheng Xiu heard this, his eyes lit up: "Is the location of the stars vacant?"
Poof~ Dou Xie, who happened to be drinking tea, choked and sprayed a mouthful of warm tea on the ground.
Yue Yan was speechless: "The stars just lost contact, but their bodies have not been found."
Interrupted by Zheng Xiu, the serious atmosphere that Yue Yan had managed to cultivate suddenly disappeared. She had no choice but to take out a long and narrow bamboo tube from her arms and threw it towards the young man.
As for why it was thrown to the young man and not to Feng Bei.
Hum, as expected, Feng Bei did not stop him and allowed the young man to pull out the contents of the bamboo tube.
The bamboo tube was usually tied to the raven's feet to convey messages.
Yue Yan seemed to see the word "pet" written on Feng Bei's face, twitching the corner of her mouth and continued.
"Well, not long after Mr. Zheng was imprisoned, the Night Lord had sent Lord Xiaxiansi to Shuzhou to resolve the matter. Until yesterday, the raven from Xiaxiansi returned to the imperial city all the way and sent back a message...
Blood letter."
The so-called blood letter, as the name suggests, is a letter written in blood. No matter whose blood the blood is, it can intuitively reflect how urgent, how important, and how big the matter is that the message you want to convey is.
It's clear at a glance.
Zheng Xiu opened the blood book.
Fengbei is closer.
The two heads come together.
There were only three words written on the blood book——