When the gauze curtain was gently pulled open and everyone saw clearly what was going on inside, they all held their breath in unison.
Only then did they understand that the biggest secret of this house, or to be precise, this small courtyard, was the scene behind the veil.
On this special large wooden bed, two people were lying side by side. They were wearing the dresses that the previous dynasty would only wear during major celebrations, and they were lying there quietly. If they weren't breathing, one would think they were just asleep and not dead. In everyone's eyes, their current appearance is lifelike, no different from when they were alive.
Although they have seen their portraits before, when they actually saw these two people, everyone could not help but sigh that these two people looked so good, and the appearance painted by the artist was not even 50% as good as their own.
"This should be King Tong!" Shen Cha stood at the end of the bed, pointed to the people on the left side of the bed, close to Song Jue and the others, and whispered to Shen Haolin, "From our perspective, King Tong's height is About the same as my brother, probably eight feet or a little taller, right?"
"Yes." Shen Haolin nodded and looked at King Tong on the bed. "The body looks a little thinner, but this is because he has been dead for many years and his whole body has shrunk. When he was still alive, he was a little taller. , The body shape should be a little stronger than it is now."
"After all, he is a man who leads troops all year round, so he should be stronger." Shen Cha blinked, "Also, he does look very similar to King Jing."
As soon as he came to Shen Haolin and Shen Cha, Song Jue heard Shen Cha's words and burst into laughter without holding back.
"What are you laughing at?" Shen Cha looked at Song Jue with an innocent face, "Did I say the wrong thing?"
"No, listen to what you just said, King Tong and King Jing look alike? Is that true? It should be King Jing who looks like King Tong. There is no elder who looks like the younger one, right?"
"Brother Xiaojue is right, it is indeed the opposite." Shen Cha nodded and smiled at Song Jue, "But their family is really good-looking. I should have met King Jing once when I was young. , I don’t feel like someone who is fighting and killing at all.”
"Indeed, they are more like literati than the literati in Xijing."
"Their faces are all a little round, but their chins are still pointed, their mouths and noses are relatively small, and their eyebrows are light. They look gentle and not aggressive at all."
"Yes, such a person is easy for others to believe. It is especially easy to deceive others and make people lower their vigilance." Song Jue nodded, raised his chin, and looked at the person next to King Tong, "Look at Emperor Chongde again. He himself He is a little taller than Prince Tong, and now he is nearly nine feet tall. Although his skin color is a bit paler than Prince Tong, his facial features are very upright, giving him the impression of being very imposing and majestic. As soon as he stands in front of others, others will unconsciously follow him and obey him. King Tong does not have such an imposing manner, giving people the feeling that he is particularly easy to bully."
"Are you easy to bully?" Shen Cha shook his head slightly, "However, these two people standing together are still very pleasing to the eye. They are indeed a good match."
"Whether it's in terms of appearance or personality, they complement each other." Shen Haolin sighed softly and looked at the dresses on Emperor Chongde and Prince Tong, "Are they the ones they wore during their wedding?" Wearing? "
"Probably..." Song Jue leaned over and looked at it carefully for a long time, then shook his head gently, "Probably not? I remember seeing the portraits left before, and I saw them on other occasions. But I'm not sure. , as you all know, I’m not particularly good at these.”
"Whether it is or not, they look good and solemn in what they wear."
While these people were commenting on Emperor Chongde and Prince Tong, Jin Miaomiao had already made a preliminary inspection of them.
She slowly circled the big bed twice, looking from the tops of their heads to the bottoms of their feet, and from time to time she would go over and smell them.
She had a small notebook in her hand, where she recorded all the things that puzzled her, and when she did an in-depth examination later, she would solve the mystery one by one.
When Jin Miaomiao turned to the end of the bed, Shen Cha glanced at the notebook in her hand. The words on it were written in flying colors. It was impossible to understand what was written. She curled her lips. It was like a ghost drawing. Only Miaomiao herself can understand it.
"How's it going? What did you find?"
"There are indeed many. I am becoming more and more curious about the stories that happened to them. In addition to this fragrant pill, there are at least seven or eight doubts. I have a little idea about these doubts, but, To confirm my idea, further inspection is needed." Jin Miaomiao pointed to the door of the bedroom, "Leave Thirteen to help me. For the rest of you, if you want to stay and watch, just stand at the door. If you don't want to If you want to see it, go to the courtyard to chat and drink tea with Mr. Tantai. In short, just don’t hinder me, okay?”
"We can go out, but you have to tell us what you want to do?" Shen Cha frowned slightly, "Just take a look at them. They have been dead for so many years, so don't disturb their purity, right?" Let them stay well and quietly!"
"Don't worry, I just want to take a good look at the two of them. I won't particularly disturb them. Didn't I promise before? We will definitely return to the original state before we leave." Jin Miaomiao took out the purse hanging from her waist. She took out the special gloves and put them on. When she saw the slightly worried eyes of several people, she said, "Don't look at me like that, okay? It makes me very nervous." She stretched out three fingers and said, "I promise, it won't hurt. They won't lose a hair, not even a hair. You see what they look like now, and when I finish checking them later, they will still look the same."
Song Jue narrowed his eyes, looked at the gloves on Jin Miaomiao's hands suspiciously, and took a deep breath, "Really? You've already put on these gloves, are you sure you won't do anything to them?"
"Your Majesty, I really don't know how." Jin Miaomiao smiled helplessly, "Although I occasionally act as a puppet, it is only when the deceased is the victim. At other times, I will not act casually. The one who used the knife."
"Is that so?" Song Jue looked at Shen Cha, hoping she could give him a definite answer.
"Brother Xiaojue, don't worry, Miaomiao is very measured."
Shen Cha nodded lightly and pulled Shen Haolin and Song Jue out of the bedroom together. They did not go to the yard, but stood at the door and watched. They also wanted to know what happened to these two people. It is not the same as Tantai Pingchuan.
