The ministers looked sideways. Many people couldn't see the front behind the giant board. They were full of curiosity and some were ready to make a move.
Li Yuanzhao stretched his neck and looked forward vigorously.
Emperor Jing was originally calm and calm as he watched Fang Zhengyi and Yang Yingcai argue fiercely.
But now I saw that Fang Zhengyi's expression was different, and he became serious.
"What this is, let's reveal it as soon as possible."
Fang Zhengyi said slowly: "Your Majesty, this thing is a painting. The scene painted in this painting is what really happened."
"I found ten of the best painters to jointly draw the painting, which cost a lot of time and money, just to restore the scene as seen by the witnesses at that time."
Yang Yingcai said impatiently: "Captain Fang, a mere painting can have a lot to do with a girls' school and abandoned babies..."
"Everyone, please take a look!"
Before Yang Yingcai could finish speaking, Fang Zheng pulled off the white cloth covering the giant board one by one, and the picture was revealed in front of his eyes.
A tragic picture suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Emperor Jing and Li Yuanzhao's eyes widened at the same time, their bodies shook, and they were stunned on the spot.
The ministers felt as if something was stuck in their throats, speechless and choked.
The people behind the drawing board were in a state of panic. They saw His Majesty's expression change drastically, but they had no idea what the content of the painting was.
And Yang Yingcai was already trembling, stretched out a finger, pointed at the drawing board, and murmured with heavy breathing: "This...this..."
What kind of painting is this?
A skinny baby girl was lying on the grass, curled up into a small ball. There was a basket in front of her, with swaddling clothes scattered inside.
And not far away, squatting was a huge strange eagle, staring greedily at the dying little life on the ground, waiting for the "delicious meal" that was about to arrive.
"The Hungry Sudan"
