No wonder!
Zheng Xiu suddenly understood why he was suddenly detained as a suspect indefinitely.
Because this matter has become a big deal without realizing it.
But if it is finally found 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 it is suppressed for a long time, the people will gradually forget about it. Finally, find a reason to release Mr. Zheng.
Everyone has a happy ending, and only Princess Yurun and Master Zheng are injured in the end.
Unexpectedly, he was released from prison forcefully, but invisibly set a step for the Wei royal 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 brotherhood at home hid on the roof and replied.
Zheng Xiu 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.
He has now 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 the Fengbei he painted is 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 I 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, with lines. [Danqing Painting] has gained tremendous experience and experience has skyrocketed.
Contentedly, he hid the painting and never let Feng Bei see it. It happened to be the time when the alt account was online, so he traveled with [Fugue]. Zheng E pretended to wake up from a big dream. After greeting Sister Fengbei, Zheng Xiu hid in the study and continued copying books.
Ximen Bei's works have been copied over, and the wool is bald. Zheng Xiu was bored and copied the history of Daqian, secretly wondering if he should find an opportunity to meet the great writer Ximen 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 the richest man, dressed appropriately, surrounded by his family members, the richest man Zheng came to the door.
On the way, Zheng Xiu learned through the secret whistle of the Brotherhood that the visitors were 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 visitor.
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 so 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 black clothes with cloud sleeves and hidden stars, so she was naturally Yue Yan. I saw Yue Yan politely raising her hands to Zheng Xiu Gong: "Master Hou, Ye Weiyang, Yue Yan, I have something urgent to ask to see Mr. Shang Xian San." After saying that, Yue Yan looked at Feng Bei, who was a few steps away from Zheng Xiu, and called quickly. made several 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 is the difference between talking inside and having you present?
Who doesn’t know that your Zheng family brothers will be everywhere?
Dou Xie was about to refuse, but Yue Yan narrowed her eyes and smiled, and bowed her hands: "The Marquis is generous, so Yue Yan would rather be respectful than obey orders."
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."
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 built, it will be much more convenient than changing numbers in Wangtian Prison.
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.
Yue Yan's expression was strange, 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 didn't seem to regard the young man as an outsider.
If it were Zheng Xiu, Yue Yan would still have to pretend, and Dou Xie would still have to talk back. But if it's Zheng Xiu's trumpet Zheng E, neither Yue Yan nor Dou Xie is too lazy to waste words - the experience of Xiangu Temple, Feng Bei's doting attitude towards Zheng E is obvious to all, 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's a painting.
It is said to be the final painting of a talented painter before his death a hundred years ago.
The great painter was a person from a hundred years ago, named Gongsun Mo. He was known as the "painting ghost" at that time. The records in the history books are slightly exaggerated and the details are inappropriate. Someone once said that when he painted ghosts, Gongsun Mo did not paint mountains, rivers, seas, fish, insects, birds and beasts, but concentrated on painting ghosts, strange things, and lonely tombs.
History books say that when his paintings were hung in the hall, the owner could hear the roar of demons every night. 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 displacement.
Zheng Xiu can also understand this. In this era, there is no concept of "protecting cultural relics", and there is no technology that can make the scrolls incorrupt for a hundred years. It is normal for a hundred years to be lost.
The cause of this series of mysterious cases was that a man who claimed to be a descendant of Gongsun Mo was impoverished 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. If he said that he would not be allowed to open it, he meant that he wanted people to open it.
The pawnshop owner died suddenly at home that night. There was no trace of any injuries on his body, and the picture of Gongsun Mo was missing.
"How are you sure there is something wrong with that painting?"
When Zheng Xiu heard this, he became interested. I don’t know if it was the newly awakened painter’s soul that was burning brightly, so I took the initiative to ask.
Dou Xie opened his mouth and thought to himself, "No matter how hard Mr. Shang Xian San doesn't treat you as an outsider, can you go through the process to get a waist card first?" Lest we go back and be punished by superiors.
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 Lord Shangxian San, he has a smart mind." Yueyan stretched out her five fingers and broke them off one by one: "And before that, Pleiades Chicken and Biwu in the Western Seven Stars;"
"The Heart Fox and the Tail Tiger in the East Seven Stars;"
"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 likely that... they were all lost in Shuzhou."
"Shuzhou has entered four constellations before and after, and there will be no return."
Hearing this, Zheng Xiu's 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 instead of 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 is 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 Master 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... Written in blood.”
The so-called blood letters, as the name suggests, are letters written in blood. No matter whose blood it is, it can intuitively reflect how urgent and important the message it wants to convey is, and how big the matter is.
It's clear at a glance.
Zheng Xiu opened the blood book.
Fengbei is closer.
The two heads came together.
There were only three words written on the blood book——
"Cannibal Painting"!
