Yang Fan was not sure whether this scene would be noticed, but he still performed it to the fullest. By the end, he was so involved in the scene that he almost couldn't stop bleeding from coughing.
After a while, he took his head back from the window.
"If I can't get some elixir from this, wouldn't my blood be in vain?"
Yang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. The more he thought about it, the more he murmured. Should he go to Qiu'an Palace to explore it first?
As soon as this idea came out, he couldn't sit still.
However, it's still early now, so I can only wait to go there for a walk in the evening. It's best to gain something.
His pocketbook is really too thin.
If the pills obtained from Zhu Zhaolin were not too illegal and dangerous, he would have planned to sell them at secret meetings.
After resting for a while, my mind sank into practicing swordsmanship in the illusory inheritance ground.
The sword simulated by the soul completely reproduced the weight, length and other characteristics of his lightless sword. After all, his sword body had changed, and some of his moves and usage had to change accordingly.
Yang Fan didn't come out until nearly evening.
After all, practice makes perfect. If you can't stab with one sword, stab with ten thousand swords. Although the power of the swordsmanship does not seem to have improved significantly, he still feels that he has made a little progress.
At least, every thrust of the sword can perform to the level that each sword should have. In other words, it is stable, extremely terrifying stability.
If old swordsmen see Yang Fan's performance, they will be extremely surprised, because few people can perform such a stable performance, and even to a certain extent, anyone who can do this is already better than most. Swordsman.
Yang Fan didn't think too much. He went to search for some food, filled his stomach, and left the Evergreen Palace leisurely.
"My lovely brother, I'm here!"
He headed towards Qiu'an Palace with great expectations.
Qiu'an Palace was peaceful and calm.
After being secretly sealed by Dongchang for a period of time, nothing was found. Peace was finally restored here. Only a few secret sentries were left here to watch, and everyone else had left.
Yang Fan is quite lucky. Perhaps because he has practiced Taoism, his soul has become more powerful, and he seems to be particularly good at perception.
He found those secret sentries easily.
Although he could not determine their specific strength, after carefully observing their walking posture and the weight of their feet for a while, Yang Fan estimated that their strength should not exceed the level of three blood transfusions, or at most four blood transfusions.
But just when he was about to sneak in secretly, the Baifu knot on his wrist seemed to suddenly wake up and tighten suddenly!
Crunch!
It was almost as if Yang Fan's wrist was about to be strangled.
"Um?"
He subconsciously stopped and the situation improved. He carefully sensed the Momofuku Knot, only to find that it had returned to silence again.
"Could it be that it's warning?"
Yang Fan was beating a drum in his heart and wanted to retreat.
It's better not to take risks if you can.
At least safety first.
After thinking like this for a while, Yang Fan quietly left. However, he did not notice that in the shadows on the palace wall not far away, the seemingly mottled wall had a strange flash of flesh color in the dark night.
It was like a piece of old and shriveled human skin stuck there.
Silent and silent.
In Qiu'an Palace, an invisible shadow seemed to envelope the entire palace, like a spider web, and it seemed that once anyone stepped in, it would be touched.
Of course, Yang Fan didn't know this. He returned to the side hall room with a depressed face. The thought of another day of poverty made him feel uncomfortable.
I can only choose to use practice to numb myself.
Wait until the night fades and the white fish belly is about to appear in the east.
Whoosh!
A sound breaking through the air woke Yang Fan up.
In the next second, a dart flew in and landed on his wardrobe, piercing half of it.
"my clothes!"
Yang Fan looked at the dart that was half submerged in the closet and quickly stood up. He was relieved when he saw that the clothes in his closet were not seriously damaged.
"It seems that I have to install a wooden board here. It's okay to keep pricking my wardrobe like this. If it damages my clothes, it will be damaged."
Yang Fan thought this in his heart, stretched out his hand and pulled out the dart.
The letter paper on it was unfolded, and there were still familiar words and familiar titles.
"It's like meeting each other. I'm very happy to learn that my brother has joined Dongchang. In addition, Qiu'an Palace has changed and will no longer be used as a contact point in the future. If I need resources, I can raise them on my own. I believe in my brother's ability. You can definitely have a prosperous life in Dongchang."
The signature is still the word "Qi".
"Is this the end?"
Yang Fan's eyes almost popped out of his head when he looked at it.
Where's the money?
What about the elixir?
Just two sentences and it’s gone?
Was his blood vomited in vain?
Yang Fan threw himself on the pillow with regret, and quickly recalled in his mind how many Qi and Blood Pills he could convert into after vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood. Thinking of this made his heart hurt even more.
"It seems that the remaining seventy taels of silver cannot be touched. At least leave a root, maybe it can grow silver."
He lay down for a while before getting up.
It's time to go to Dongchang today to check the case of the dead palace maid and see if there are any new developments.
In addition, maybe he should ask Sun Rong about any convenient way to get money. Otherwise, he might really have to imitate Xiao Lianzi and set up a stall at a secret meeting.
But since he doesn't have Xiao Lianzi's painting skills, he can't write some sexy lyrics and sell them.
In that case, he would be looking down upon his status as Yang Changwei of Dongchang, the little celebrity in front of Concubine Chen, and the steward of Changqing Palace!
Soon, he arrived at Dongchang.
Yang Fan walked around the solemn and solemn Dongchang a few times, but he became more and more familiar with the roads. He easily found Sun Rong.
Sun Rong is sorting out the case files, and there is actually a file about the robbery and murder of the maid in Kunning Palace.
After all, Tao Ying is personally responsible for this matter, which is normal.
"Xiao Fanzi, you are here, help me quickly, I am already too busy." Sun Rong was overjoyed to see Yang Fan.
"What to do?"
"Collate and annotate the confessions of these people, Eunuch Tao will use them."
"no problem."
Yang Fan readily agreed.
With the reason to help Sun Rong sort out the files, Yang Fan naturally would not miss the opportunity to review these files.
Looking carefully, he realized that Tao Ying and his people had already done so much work.
Not only were the Dongchang patrol officers near the place where the palace maid died that day and some participants in the secret meeting were followed up, investigated and interrogated, but some relevant personnel in Kunning Palace were even interrogated, and confession records were left.
There are no less than a thousand confessions packed together.
This shows his level of care.
In addition, Yang Fan also saw the post-mortem records of the palace maid, multi-angle drawings of the death scene, and even the footprints remaining at the scene.
"This Eunuch Tao really has his own tricks!"
Yang Fan secretly admired him.
If you haven’t seen pigs running, at least you have eaten pork.
For cases such as homicide, this kind of large-scale investigation may be the most effective way.
Soon, the two of them went to see Tao Ying with the compiled files. Tao Ying's face looked a little tired, and it was obvious that this case also gave him a headache.
"According to the confession obtained from Kunning Palace, this palace maid's usual job was to take care of Queen Wang's cat. According to the findings at the scene, the cat actually died before the person. It's really strange!"
"It's impossible for the murderer to come here just to kill the cat, and killing the cat is secondary!"
Tao Ying always felt that this case was full of doubts.
It's a pity that both the cat and the human are dead. Otherwise, if one person can survive, we might as well ask a Taoist master to extract his memory, and it will be much easier to solve the case.
