Ling Muyun jumped onto the coffin.
It was dark, and the entire coffin lid was engraved with charms.
What is sealed inside? There are actually seventy-seven forty-nine paths, interlocking with each other.
"Chi!"
"It must not be a good thing. It's best to kill him before the contents of the coffin are released."
Since Liu Li, Ling Muyun had some prejudices against Zoroastrianism, especially the speculation that it was related to alien races, which further deepened this impression.
However, the coffin seemed to be cast in one piece, with only eight locking rings and not even a single gap.
There is no plan at the moment.
I tried cutting the chain with an ink blade. Apart from sparks flying everywhere, no scratches were left, which shows that the material is also unusual.
Ling Muyun suddenly remembered that there were many books in Liu Chan's inner room, and there might be clues in them.
Thinking of this, Ling Muyun quietly left the underground tomb and came to the main hall.
Outside the palace, there was great commotion.
Listening carefully, it seems to be insulting.
According to Xie Nan and Lu Youtong, when they prayed and made wishes, they were all believers, so how could they scold them so harshly.
Almost unpalatable.
Ling Muyun ducked and came to the inner room again, flipping through the books.
Collection of Classics and History, Poetry and Book of Etiquette, Liu Chan's interests and hobbies can be described as elegant.
If he hadn't discovered a book of street literature with bold and open illustrations in the corner of the bookshelf, Ling Muyun would have had a completely new understanding of Liu Chan.
"It's really unbearable!" Ling Muyun put down the book regretfully, his eyes full of reluctance.
It was this reluctance that made him gain something.
On the third page, there is an illustration that is basically the same as the picture of a lady hanging on the wall. The only difference is that there are clothes and no clothes.
Ling Muyun moved his eyes to the portrait and stared at it intently.
Especially the direction of her hand seemed to indicate something.
"What on earth is it?" Ling Muyun patted his forehead.
On the wall diagonally opposite, in the direction the lady was pointing, there was nothing but blue bricks.
Ling Muyun tried pressing the wall, but it didn't trigger the mechanism.
"Thinking too much?"
I picked up the street literature again and compared it with the wall. It was indeed the same woman.
"Xie Nan is well-informed, so you might as well ask!"
Putting the book in his arms, Ling Muyun followed the small door out of the church and climbed up the big tree.
Through the bonfire, I saw a man face to face with Liu Chan, arguing fiercely.
"Tao Yuanming?"
What disagreement happened between these two people?
The crowd was so loud that it was hard to hear what was being said. Ling Muyun followed the way he came and groped his way back to the inn.
Xie Nan was dozing off on the counter.
Ling Muyun tapped his fingers gently: "The shopkeeper's?"
"Master Ling is back so late?" Xie Nanlan said sleepily.
"Some things have been delayed." Ling Muyun lied, took out the book from his arms, turned to the third page, and handed it to Xie Nan: "The shopkeeper, help me take a look, in this painting..."
Before Ling Muyun could finish speaking, Xie Nan blushed and threw the soft pillow over angrily: "Shameless!"
"how?"
"You look so talented, but I didn't expect that you are actually a male thief and a female prostitute!"
Ling Muyun suddenly realized that the woman in the book was naked!
Showing this forbidden technique to the little girl in the middle of the night, no wonder she would curse.
"Who hasn't seen me, Xie Nan? You, a young brat, have an idea for me? You don't even take a picture of me..."
Xie Nan's scolding alarmed the waiter and other diners. Ling Muyun picked up the pages of the book, jumped to the second floor, and rushed into the room dejectedly.
After waiting for the cursing downstairs to stop and the anger to subside, he jumped downstairs again. Before Xie Nan could call for help, he put the ink blade on her neck: "Stop talking!"
"you……"
Countless thoughts flashed through Xie Nan's mind, and tears welled up in her eyes. She had seen countless frivolous people who were scolded by her and had to move out of the inn overnight.
Peach Blossom Spring is the prefect's property, and she has the confidence to face any uninvited guests.
"Listen to me first!" Ling Muyun pretended to be vicious and said, "I just want to know, who is the woman in this painting?"
"That's it?"
Xie Nan said disdainfully.
He put a knife on her neck in the middle of the night, and then asked the dirty woman in the painting.
It is difficult for anyone to be intelligent.
"That's it!" Ling Muyun tried his best to sound sincere.
"Put the knife down first!" Xie Nan tried to push the ink blade away with her hand.
"Don't shout, I don't mean any harm."
After threatening him with a knife and saying that he meant no harm, Xie Nan wanted to greet his family with the most vicious words in the world.
"Look, you are well-informed. Do you know this woman?"
Ling Muyun handed the book to Xie Nan again.
"The royal wife of Sima Daozi, the princess of Kuaiji, the daughter of the Wang family of Taiyuan!" Xie Nan blushed and her chest heaved, but she still took a few serious glances and said with determination.
"Why are you so sure?"
Ling Muyun asked in confusion.
"Because..." Xie Nan gritted her teeth and looked at Ling Muyun with hatred: "She... has a red mole on the Jade Rabbit!"
"Oh?" Ling Muyun picked up the page and took a closer look. Sure enough, there was a mole on his chest, stained with red cinnabar.
"That's true!"
"You still read it!" Xie Nan pulled the pages of the book and closed them.
"Things are complicated!"
Sima Daozi was the half-brother of Emperor Sima Yao of the Jin Dynasty, and he was a very popular and powerful figure.
Only then did he crowd out the Xie family in Chen County, which was in charge of the country, so that the power of the royal family could be enhanced.
Moreover, Sima Daozi appointed villains, which led to the gradual corruption of the government; and Sima Yao's trusted ministers also had people who looked down upon Sima Daozi's party. The contradiction between the two factions gradually caused a dispute between the master and the prime minister.
But, how could Sima Daozi’s wife appear in Zoroastrian portraits?
"You don't have any special hobbies for the wife of the current emperor, do you?"
Xie Nan's face was full of bad intentions, and she hoped in her heart that Ling Muyun was indeed the pretty boy raised by Princess Kuaiji.
Then his future conversational potential will not be the best.
"No." Ling Muyun shook his head with a heavy look on his face.
"After you finish asking, go back to your room quickly. It's not good for people to look at you alone."
When Xie Nan said this, she was still worried about his ink blade.
It is inevitable that this unstable person will suddenly become interested and do something that is contrary to human ethics.
I am a weak woman, I am afraid that I can only obey.
"Well! Don't mention what I asked today to outsiders, especially your leader! This matter is very involved!"
After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, pulled back the pages of the book, stuffed them into his arms, and hurried back to the room.
"It must be a big deal! The toad wants to eat the swan meat, but it also thinks of the other woman's mother-in-law! Tsk tsk! It's true... he is willing to do anything for the sake of power. Tao Lang is still a talented person, and he is a true gentleman who does not join the crowd."
Xie Nan curled her lips and lost all sleepiness: "The young lady also said that Mr. Ling is so elegant and graceful. It's true that his eyes are covered with dust!"
Ling Muyun felt a fever in his ears, so he washed himself hastily and thought about the whole story.
"Sima Daozi? Princess Kuaiji?"
