Jin Miaomiao stood next to King Tong, followed the rules, and bowed to him. After bowing, she did not rush to get started, but looked at King Tong carefully from head to toe.
After reading it, she slowly straightened up and waved to Ying Shisan who was standing opposite.
"Come, come and take a look."
Ying Thirteen didn’t know what Jin Miaomiao asked him to see, but he still walked over obediently and looked at Prince Tong very seriously, not even a single hair. After reading it, he let out a long sigh. Take a breath.
"You are so young, why do you always sigh?" Jin Miaomiao leaned against the window and looked at Ying Thirteen happily, "Tell me, what do you think?"
"People are more likely to die than others, and goods are more likely to be thrown away when comparing goods." Ying Thirteen leaned next to Jin Miaomiao and shook his head gently, "He said, we are also leading soldiers, how come they are so delicate, and why am I so beautiful? So..." He stretched out his hand to touch his face, "Big and thick?"
"Who told you to look at this?!" Jin Miaomiao kicked him lightly, "Prince Tong was born in the south of the Yangtze River. That place is full of outstanding people and the beautiful mountains and rivers are very nurturing. Naturally, he looks very delicate." She looked at it. He glanced at Shadow Thirteen and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why didn't I know before that I judge people by their appearance?"
“I’m not judging a book by its cover, I’m just expressing my feelings.”
"There's no need to sigh, it's not bad at all." Jin Miaomiao patted Ying Shisan's arm, "I almost let him run away. I didn't let him see if he looked handsome. I asked him to take a look and see if he noticed anything. There’s something wrong with him.”
"Is there anything wrong?" Ying Thirteen turned around and looked twice, shook his head at Jin Miaomiao, and said in confusion, "I don't see anything wrong. Isn't this normal? "
"Normal?" Jin Miaomiao chuckled, "Tell me first, according to historical records, when did Prince Tong pass away?"
"The records in the historical data..." Ying Shisan quickly went through the information about King Tong in his mind, and shook his head at Jin Miaomiao, "The historical data did not say the specific time of his death, it just said that in Da After Xia invaded Xijing, this man disappeared, and no one saw his whereabouts again. However, there is no official history, but many folk unofficial histories have records. From time to time, some people say that they have seen a person who looks like King Tong with their own eyes. People. The last time such rumors appeared was probably twenty to thirty years ago."
"That's right." Jin Miaomiao snapped her fingers and looked at Ying Thirteen with admiration, "Then tell me, if according to the records in unofficial history, how old should King Tong be when he completely disappeared?"
"Then..." Ying Thirteen raised his head and calculated for a while, "Isn't it two hundred years younger?" He shook his head towards Jin Miaomiao, "Isn't this nonsense? How can anyone survive..."
He originally wanted to ask where anyone could live to such a long age. When he saw Jin Miaomiao's half-smiling expression, he suddenly thought of the man sitting in the courtyard drinking tea outside. The eldest elder of his family had lived two years longer. A hundred years old is much more.
"This..." He blinked, "Sister Miao Miao, this kind of situation is very rare. It's very rare to encounter one. You can't encounter another one, right?"
"It's hard to say." Jin Miaomiao looked at King Tong on the bed and chuckled, "How old do you think King Tong is when he looks like this?"
"Hmm..." Ying Thirteen looked at King Tong and then at Emperor Chongde next to him, "It should be about the same, right? Around three to forty?"
"sure?"
"I just have this feeling, but I'm not sure." Ying Thirteen clasped his hands together, bowed to Jin Miaomiao, and begged for mercy, "Sister Miaomiao, just let me go, you know I'm special in this aspect. Good at it, if you have any questions, just tell me directly, don’t test me again, please.”
"After answering my last question, I can answer your questions." Jin Miaomiao raised her chin towards the yard outside the window, "Think about the portrait of Prince Tong that I just saw, and then compare it with Prince Tong himself. I feel that there is something in it. What’s the difference?”
"A portrait?" Ying Thirteen gently opened the window and glanced at the portrait of Prince Tong hanging on the easel from a distance, then turned around and looked at Prince Tong himself lying on the bed, "The difference between the portrait and himself There should be quite a lot of them, right? No matter how powerful a painter is, he can't guarantee that the characters he paints will be exactly the same as himself, right? Especially court painters, Spring and Autumn's brushwork has always been very skillful, so there's nothing to worry about. Comparative, right?”
"That's right. The portrait does weaken some of the characteristics of the person. The artist will unconsciously cover up some of the so-called weaknesses of the person. But what I want to pay attention to is not the obvious difference in appearance and body shape."
"what is that?"
"It's the demeanor, it's the first feeling that gives people." Jin Miaomiao looked out the window, "Prince Tong in the portrait is high-spirited and full of vitality, even if the person he loves most is seriously ill, even if his so-called relatives come to bother him, Even though there are a lot of messy things that need to be dealt with by him, he still has a kind of drive and an unwillingness to admit defeat. But looking at the person on the bed, he feels very peaceful, without any edges and corners, and has gone through many hardships. , everything is taken very lightly.”
"I still agree with the first half of what you said. But..." Ying Thirteen raised his chin and looked at the man on the bed, "He is like this. How can we judge that he had a complete enlightenment before he passed away?"
"Feeling." Jin Miaomiao smiled at Ying Thirteen, "Don't underestimate a woman's feeling. Although it is not very accurate, it is more accurate than ours. Besides, there have been many kinds of corpses in recent years, right? Right? Do you think they are the same as King Tong?"
"Let's put it this way..." Ying Thirteen thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "It feels more convincing than the one above."
"Really?" Jin Miaomiao stretched, "Besides, there is another very important thing." She pointed at King Tong and then at Emperor Chongde, "Even if I haven't mastered it yet, I can do it." I saw that Prince Tong’s fingernails were the same color as Emperor Chongde.”
"Ah? Are they the same? I didn't notice." Ying Thirteen was startled, and leaned over to take another look, "Is it the same? It's different, isn't it? Aren't his nails white?"
"The same but different." Jin Miaomiao smiled, "The same thing is that their nails are indeed that blue color, but the difference is that Emperor Chongde's nails have turned into that color. But King Tong only has a little bit at the base of his fingernails.”
"This means..." Ying Thirteen touched his chin, "They took the same pill, right?"
"That's right." Jin Miaomiao turned around and looked at the yard, "I have an idea and I need to verify it myself."
