man sanctified in death row vest

No wonder!

Zheng Xiu suddenly understood why he was suddenly detained indefinitely as a suspect.

Because this matter has unknowingly made a big fuss.

But if it is finally found out 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 can't lose face. What's more likely is that Lao Wei already knows who the real murderer is, but he doesn't want to let the truth come out.

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 another reason and let Master Zheng out.

Everyone was happy in the ending, and only Princess Yurun and Master Zheng were injured in the end.

He never expected that when he was forced out of prison, he invisibly sent a step for the Wei family to step down.

"Aren't you wondering who the murderer is?" Zheng Xiu asked Feng Bei while biting an osmanthus cake.

"It has nothing to do with me." Fengbei's answer was reasonable.

She was not at all interested in who the murderer was.

But Zheng Xiu was interested.

He always felt that it was not that simple behind this matter.

After the meal, Zheng Xiu whistled a few times.Qing Shisan was not there, and the brotherhood at home secretly sent a reply from the roof.

Zheng Xiu used a secret whistle to order Qing Shisan to pay attention to this matter, but keep a low profile and don't disturb other people, especially the royal family.

Today is the second day of the amnesty, Zheng Xiu didn't panic at all, he hid in the dungeon calmly, [projected] Zheng Shan's avatar, spread paper and rubbed ink, and started painting.

Now that he has mastered the knack, he tries to draw Feng Bei in various poses.

Ever since he comprehended the [Danqing Painting Technique], his painting skills have been assisted by gods, and the paintings of Fengbei are vivid and vivid on the paper.

"How about drawing a comic strip?"

With a thought, Zheng Xiu looked at Fengbei in the painting and suddenly had a new idea.So, in last night's nightmare, the youthful and unrestrained scene with Fengbei riding a horse galloping into the world of mortals was divided into ten pictures and accompanied by lines. [Danqing painting technique] Gained huge experience, experience skyrocketed.

Satisfied, he hid the painting well, never letting Fengbei see it.It happened to be the time when the trumpet was online, and he went out with [Fugue Tour], Zheng E pretended to be waking up from a dream, and after greeting Sister Fengbei, Zheng Xiu hid in the study and continued to copy books.

Ximen Bei's works have already been copied, and the wool is bald. Zheng Xiu is bored copying Daqian history books, secretly thinking whether to find an opportunity to meet the great writer Ximen Bei, and find a way to increase the output of the great writer.

If it's something that can be done with money, it really couldn't be easier.

Originally, Zheng Xiu had planned these two days well.

Near noon, someone came to visit from outside, disrupting Zheng Xiu's plan.

On January [-], the first day of the new year, someone came to visit.

Zheng Xiu went back to the dungeon to change his account and go online.

Combing his hair to look like the richest man, dressed appropriately, and surrounded by his family members, the richest man Zheng came to the door.

On the way, Zheng Xiu learned through the secret sentinels of the Brotherhood that the visitor was from Ye Weiyang. Thinking of Xushu's visit last night, he wondered if something happened to Ye Weiyang, and insisted on Feng Bei's action.

Last night, he lost his temper inexplicably and threw Xushu out of Zheng's house. Feng Bei also felt a little bit sorry, so he followed Zheng Xiu to meet the visitors.

The brotherhood whistled a few times, and when Zheng Xiu came to the door, he already knew who was standing outside the door.

"Your whistle..."

Feng Bei was silent all the way, paying attention to the communication whistle of the Brotherhood. She said a few words first, then shook her head: "That's all."

She didn't know if she thought Zheng Xiu didn't understand.

Zheng Xiu pretended to be confused, pretending to understand, and opened the door to greet him with a smile.

"Oh, I said how can the sky be clear and bright today, so there are distinguished guests here."

She took off her clothes and called Xi'er, and now the woman standing outside the house is wearing clothes...well, wearing a black dress with cloud sleeves and hidden stars, she is naturally Yueyan.I saw Yueyan bowed her hands politely to Zheng Xiu: "Master Hou, Ye Weiyang, Yueyan, I have something urgent to see Lord Shangxian." After saying that, Yueyan looked at Fengbei who was a few steps away from Zheng Xiu, and quickly called made a few gestures.

Zheng Xiu and Yueyan's business-like attitude made Dou Xie's eyes widen, thinking that this is the world of adults.

Fengbei frowned, and just about to say something, Yueyan made several more gestures.

Zheng Xiu chuckled: "It seems that this is an important matter of your department. It is inconvenient for Mr. Zheng to attend. If you don't mind, you can use the meeting room of the Zheng family as you like. Come here, make a pot of good tea for the distinguished guests, let The kitchen prepares some exquisite pastries."

The family members took orders to do it without saying a word.

What the richest man said sounds fine, but he has already entered Zheng's house. What's the difference between talking inside and being there with you?
Who doesn't know that your Brotherhood of the Zheng family is everywhere.

Dou Xie was about to refuse, but Yue Yan squinted her eyes and smiled, and bowed her hands: "Master Hou is generous, so Yue Yan would be more respectful than obedient."

Ah this?

Dou Xie was dumbfounded, are you even pretending now?

So Dou Xie looked at Feng Bei as if asking for help.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bei also nodded: "Yes, please, Lord Marquis."

With a wink, Zhi Zhi asked a few people to go to the meeting hall, Zheng Xiu went straight to the main room, and changed the number again.

It's a little troublesome to change back and forth, but after the Zheng family's dungeon is successfully built, it's much more convenient than going to Wangtian Prison to change numbers.

From now on, this place will be Master Zheng's home field.

The boy bounced into the courtyard from outside, and the three people in Fengbei, who had just sat down and were about to talk, had different expressions.

Yueyan's face is weird, this kid is a bit of a coincidence.

"Why did you barge in without asking?" Fengbei's tone sounded a bit complaining at first, but in the next second she hooked her fingers at Zheng Xiu: "Here, sit here."

She gestured for the boy to sit beside her.

Fengbei didn't seem to treat the boy as an outsider.

If it was Zheng Xiu, Yueyan would have to pretend, and Dou Xie would have to talk back.But if it’s Zheng Xiu’s alias, Zheng E, neither Yueyan nor Dou Xie would bother to waste their tongues—the experience of Xiangu Temple, Fengbei’s pampering attitude towards Zheng E is obvious to all, I believe anyone who is not blind can see it .

The young man sat down, Yueyan looked serious, and started talking about business.

Then in the conference hall, only Yueyan's dignified narration voice remained.

It turns out that Xuxu's visit last night and Yueyan's visit today are really for the same thing.

A serial conspiracy.

About 1000 miles south of the imperial city, in the hinterland of Shuzhou, an ancient relic that had been missing for decades reappeared.

That is a painting.

It is said that 100 years ago, an astonishingly talented painter painted with his last strokes before his death.

The great painter was already a hundred years ago. His name was Gongsun Mo. He was known as "painting ghosts" back then. The records in the history books are slightly exaggerated and slightly inappropriate.Someone once said that when painting ghosts, Gongsun Mo does not paint mountains, rivers, seas, fish, insects, birds and beasts, but concentrates on painting ghosts, monsters, and lonely tombs.

According to historical records, his paintings were hung in the hall, and the owner could hear the roar of monsters every night, and children could not sleep at night and had nightmares after seeing it.

For a hundred years, the authentic work of Gongsun Mo, the ghost painter, has long since disappeared in the ups and downs.

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 scrolls last for a hundred years. It is normal for a hundred years to be lost.

The cause of this series of conspiracies was that a poor man who claimed to be a descendant of Gongsun Mo mortgaged the authentic calligraphy to a pawnshop, and told the shopkeeper not to open the scroll easily.

Later, things developed just as Zheng Xiu thought, saying that he was not allowed to open it meant that he wanted people to open it.

The shopkeeper of the pawn shop died suddenly at home that night. There was no trace of injury on his body, and the picture scroll of Gongsun Mo disappeared.

"How are you sure that there is something wrong with that painting?"

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he became interested.I don't know if the soul of the newly awakened artist is burning, so I asked.

Dou Xie on the side opened his mouth, thinking in his heart that Master Shangxian San would not treat you as an outsider, can you go through a process to get a waist card first?Lest we go back and be punished by the above.

But Yueyan blinked at Zheng Xiu's trumpet: "Do you really think that Ye Weiyang's work is just random speculation without evidence?"

Feng Bei, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "Someone has gone, who is it?"

"As expected of the three masters of Shangxian, with a keen mind." Yueyan stretched out five fingers, and broke down one by one: "Before that, Subaruji and Biwu in the West 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 lamps and ravens disappeared at the same time. It is very likely that... they were all folded in Shuzhou."

"Shuzhou has already entered four stars before and after, and they have gone and never returned."

Zheng Xiu's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Is the position of Xingxiu vacant?"

Pfft~ Dou Xie, who happened to be drinking tea, was choked so that a mouthful of warm tea was sprayed on the ground.

Yueyan was speechless: "The constellations just lost contact, and they died without seeing their bodies."

Being interrupted by Zheng Xiu, the serious atmosphere that Yueyan had finally brewed suddenly disappeared, so she had no choice but to take out a long and narrow bamboo tube from her bosom, and threw it at the boy.

As for why it was thrown to the boy instead of Fengbei.

Hmph, sure enough, Fengbei didn't stop him, and let the young man pull out the contents of the bamboo tube.

The bamboo tube is usually tied to the raven's feet for sending letters.

Yueyan seemed to see the word "pet" written on Fengbei's face, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she continued.

"Well, not long after Mr. Zheng was imprisoned, Yezhu sent Lord Xiaxiansi to Shuzhou to resolve the matter. Until yesterday, the ravens from Xiaxiansi traveled all the way back to the imperial city, and sent back a message... blood book."

The so-called blood book, as the name suggests, is a letter written in blood.No matter whose blood it is, it can intuitively reflect how urgent and important the message you want to convey is, and how big the matter is.

It's clear at a glance.

Zheng Xiu opened the blood book.

Fengbei moved closer.

Two heads put together.

There were only three words written on the blood book——

"Cannibal Painting"!