"Gong Zhihong..." He only announced his name and did not explain his identity. Su Ziji couldn't help but be speechless.
Inspector Zhao looked at Su Ziji and smiled: "Mr. Su, you must have guessed what our family is going to do. Please rest assured, no matter the outcome, you Jie Yuan will not be able to escape."
With that said, Gong Zhihong came over personally holding an exquisite jade box. Supervisor Zhao explained: "This is the best thing to test your bloodline."
Yes, it’s the same routine as the last inspection.
Su Ziji didn't argue. Gong Zhihong carefully took a pocket knife from a tray, walked towards him, and stretched out his hand very naturally.
The next moment, my fingertips felt a slight pain, and a drop of blood fell onto the jade box below.
The jade box is square on the outside and oval on the inside. The glistening jade has no variegated color. But as soon as Su Ziji's drop of blood fell, a red mist rose up and filled the jade box. In the red mist, a line of
The light golden light wandered around like a small dragon. The next moment it turned into golden light and sprang out. It hung high in the sky above the jade box for a few breaths before slowly dissipating.
This scene fell in the eyes of several people present, and they immediately understood.
Gongzhihong remained silent, just keeping all this in mind.
In an instant, Su Ziji could notice that Inspector Zhao was obviously bent a little more, and his attitude seemed to be respectful. This respect was a kind of recognition of the slave towards the young master. But in the blink of an eye, Inspector Zhao came to his senses and regained his composure.
normal.
"Eunuch Zhao, can you tell me now, who is my bloodline?" Su Ziji was secretly shocked. He had never thought of this strange phenomenon. Could it be the effect of the Panlong Mind Technique reaching level 4?
At the moment, I ask questions knowing that I know.
"Mr. Su, we cannot answer this question. You will understand it when you go to the capital to take the exam."
"Am I still the queen of an important minister? Or the queen of a prince?" Although Su Ziji knew that what they were looking for was the prince's bloodline, he still asked pretending not to know.
"The ancestral home of my Su family is in Linhua County. I am a descendant of the Su family. How can I be a descendant of which family? Could it be that I have made a mistake?"
"If there are no accidents, it should be you." Inspector Zhao smiled: "Household registration can be wrong, and even parents can make mistakes when delivering their children, but this is the only thing that has not gone wrong."
"We have delayed Mr. Su's time. Now Mr. Su can go back." Inspector Zhao waved his hand, and a man in Tsing Yi came up with a plate. On it were two small ingots, snow-white thin silver, five taels each.
A total of twelve.
"Thank you, Eunuch, for the reward!" Su Ziji accepted it calmly and bowed: "Student, I will take my leave now."
With that said, he left openly.
"This kind of demeanor is really rare!" Supervisor Zhao looked at Su Ziji's back: "I am an imperial envoy, and all of you here are not ordinary people. Even when the prefect met us, although he maintained his integrity and was neither humble nor arrogant, he was very reluctant."
"Although Su Ziji is respectful and not rude, his inner freedom and ease are difficult for others to learn. The blood of the Tian family is indeed different from ordinary people."
When Fang Zhen heard Inspector Zhao express such emotion, he secretly slandered him. Is he neither humble nor arrogant?
Last time I met someone who was neither humble nor arrogant, but you found an opportunity to frame him. Only dragons and grandsons are qualified to be neither humble nor arrogant, right?
He just kept saying: "Extremely yes, extremely yes."
Gong Zhihong didn't say anything, but carefully put the jade box away. These were all evidence, and said: "Now that the matter is over, I must rush back to the capital at starry night."
Waiting for Gong Zhihong to leave, Inspector Zhao calmed down and asked, "Do you think Su Ziji knows his identity?"
This is a very sensitive matter. Fang Zhen pondered for a long time before saying: "We tested the bloodline for the second time, mobilized troops, and my father-in-law is an imperial envoy."
"The one who can trouble my father-in-law must at least be a prince."
"Besides, those who carry the prince's bloodline cannot be buried by the prince's descendants. They must be given some clues."
"So, I think Su Ziji should know something, but he just won't reveal anything."
Inspector Zhao stared at Fang Zhen and said nothing for a while. He said after a long time: "What you said makes sense. Pay more attention to Su Ziji in the future."
"Yes!" Fang Zhen responded in a deep voice.
As soon as Su Ziji left the tribute courtyard, the people watching the list had dispersed. A cool breeze blew through the empty place, and with a few drops of rain, an ox cart came forward. The driver was a man in blue, with a dull look on his face: "Young Master,
I'll take you back."
"Thoughtful." Su Ziji was startled for a moment, got on the oxcart, opened the window and said, "Let's go to the Lin family's old store."
The man in Tsing Yi shouted, and the bullock cart started moving. In the autumn rainy weather, there was a huge crowd of people when I saw the list, but now they dispersed. There were almost no pedestrians in the streets and alleys, all afraid of catching the wind and cold.
In ancient times, if you got caught in the rain, you might get sick.
"In the former Wei Dynasty, it was prohibited to use humans as livestock, martial arts on horseback, and civil servants riding oxen. Only those over seventy years old, or emperors and queens could ride in sedan chairs."
"This dynasty will continue to make great progress in this regard!"
The oxcarts were falling and falling rhythmically, and the sound of the oxen's hooves hitting the muddy water could be heard. The drizzle hit the oilcloth of the oxcarts hard and slowly, and Su Ziji lay there, deep in thought.
Unknowingly, he suddenly seemed to have arrived at a garden that looked a bit familiar. Ding Rui was admiring the flowers when he picked a branch of apricot blossoms and held it in his hand: "Congratulations to Brother Su for winning the Jie Yuan."
"With your literary talents, you will surely win." Su Ziji smiled: "You gave it to me, right?"
As he said it, he took it, smelled the fragrance, and saw that it was light red. Is this red apricot?
Ding Ruili seemed a little reluctant to give up: "The apricot orchard opened and only had twenty-three branches when it was three years old, but this branch was given to you."
"Where did you pick this apricot? Let me go and have a look!" Su Ziji stood up and walked. In a daze, he remembered something again and sighed: "You didn't win this time, but you can do it next time. Don't be discouraged."
As we walked, the garden became more and more deserted, the dusk became darker, and the breeze blew in the shadows.
"I also think a lot..." Ding Ruili looked gloomy: "The miracle of fate is difficult for ordinary people to resist. Even if you cultivate yourself and your family, you may be struck by disaster and fall down and never get up again."
Just when Su Ziji was listening, he suddenly saw Ding Ruili tripping and falling to the ground. He couldn't help but feel a little funny and said, "Why did he really fall?"
Just as he was talking, he saw a pair of eyes frozen with fear and resentment, the corners of the eyes were torn, with bloody tears hanging down, and his mouth was slightly open, filled with purple-black blood clots. Su Ziji suddenly realized that Ding Ruili had been beaten to death in Gongyuan.
Why do you meet yourself?
There was a faint sound of footsteps in the forest, and two people came over blankly, but it was Tan Youshan and his son.
I wanted to move, but couldn't. In the moment of desperation, there was a sudden "chirp" and everything went up in smoke.
When Su Ziji woke up, he saw the little fox looking at him, stretching out his paw to touch him. When he looked again, he was still inside the oxcart. He couldn't help but be startled: "Could it be that... I'm the one who's having a nightmare..."
With just a move of his hand, a piece of ashes floated away with the wind at the corner of his clothes and dispersed in an instant. And at this moment, he heard the coachman say: "Sir, we're here."