"Smack-" After breaking the teacups, Zhao Gonggong knelt down with a thud, "Your Majesty, don't fall again, you really don't have to take those Diao Min's words to heart!" ”

"Do you think I'm angry that they say I'm not worthy of being this emperor?" Leng Lingzhe swept over with an eye, and his eyes made Zhao Gonggong tremble, "I am angry, these people don't distinguish between right and wrong!" ”

"The queen and I have thought a lot about these people, and it is too chilling to get such a result!" Leng Lingzhe paced in the hall, but said again, "It's also that I don't have enough ability to bring these gangsters to justice!" ”

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Gonggong Zhao's forehead, and he didn't dare to answer, after all, Leng Lingzhe was the emperor, he could blame himself, he couldn't go along with accusing the emperor.

On the other side, Zhao Qiujin, who was busy investigating the case, also heard these words circulated among the people, and secretly felt annoyed, feeling that he was useless, and he couldn't help Leng Lingzhe stick to the country, and he became an "accomplice" in another sense of Xiliangguo.

Without a clue, she walked slowly along the stream, and unconsciously walked outside the wall of the school where the old beggar, that is, the painter, had settled.

At the very least, there is a place of tranquility that is untouched by the outside world.

Suddenly, the sound of reading stopped, and there was a rustling of writing inside, and at this time, it happened to be the voice of the old painter inside.

"Hey, seeing that you are not diligent and industrious, and you don't even hold a pen so standardly, what can you do in the future?"

"At least not to be a down-and-out teacher like a teacher!" A student unceremoniously made a joke about the old painter, causing a burst of laughter from his classmates.

"Quiet! Be quiet! No big or small, respect the teacher or not, respect the teacher! The old painter seemed to be angry, but the students were still noisy and noisy, and showed no signs of stopping.

Zhao Qiujin listened, shook his head and wanted to leave, but just raised his foot but found that the frolicking in the wall had stopped, and the academy was silent, and then the voice of the old painter came, "That's right, you guys are good, I won't use tricks." ”

Trick?

Zhao Qiujin was a little puzzled, and quietly walked into the academy, only to find that all the students had empty eyes and dull expressions, and the old painter was waving a worn-out folding fan in front of him, as if dancing a strange dance.

Zhao Qiujin's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he suddenly spoke, "What are you doing?" ”

The old painter's body stiffened, and his movements stopped, and the students in front of him suddenly fell to the ground one by one as if they had lost their center of gravity.

Zhao Qiujin was shocked, now the situation is obvious, these children have been controlled by the old painter in some way, maybe it is the dilapidated folding fan in his hand.

She hurriedly shouted outside, "Guard! Guards! ”

The guards rushed in, but the old painter didn't have the idea of using a fan, and stood straight, looking at Zhao Qiujin and smiling.

Zhao Qiujin settled down and found that the old painter really didn't want to hurt her, so he stepped forward boldly.

She has even seen the Thousand Faces Illusion now, and she is afraid that you will not be able to control this one?

"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Qiujin asked, "Were those children controlled by you just now?" How the hell do you control them? ”

A series of three questions were asked, which stunned the guards who were gathered in a circle, and also shocked Zhang Yunfan, who was stepping into the academy in his robe.

"The Emperor...... Noble, you, what do you say? Zhang Yunfan was dumbfounded, and stepped forward directly, separating Zhao Qiujin from the old painter at what he thought was a safe distance.

"Hehe," the old painter suddenly smiled lowly, "don't be nervous, if I want to, you can be controlled by me at the courtyard gate." ”

In addition to being shocked, Zhao Qiujin was still thinking about the previous question, she stared at the old painter tightly, and said, "Please answer my question just now." ”

"Queen Mother, you are really persistent," the old painter squinted and smiled, "Well, you are a good person, and you also find a job for the villain to find a way out." You are the villain's Bole, and the villain should inherit your kindness! ”

Zhao Qiujin raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Do you know that this palace is the queen?" Hongu has never been informed of Hongu's identity. ”

"Because I know that the murderer is from Xiliang Kingdom, and our Cold Moon Country will not send a woman to solve the case, unless it is our queen mother who will serve you for you." The old painter looked proud.

I have to say that he was very right in his analysis.

He raised the worn-out folding fan in his hand, only to see that the fan surface was exquisite, the pattern was treacherous and changeable, he looked at it with great pity, and said, "This folding fan was given by my teacher, and I have no way of knowing his name, and my painting skills are all learned from him." ”

"However, when the teacher gave me a fan, it still put the white fan on the surface, until one day I was drunk, and when I thought of the teacher's death, I looked at it even more sentimentally, so I splashed ink on it."

Zhao Qiujin frowned, "What about later?" ”

"Then I found out that I seemed to have learned a kind of thaumaturgy!" A strange brilliance bloomed in his eyes, "It's related to this fan!" ”

"I use it, it seems to hypnotize and control all living creatures, like this," he gently waved his folding fan at the guard next to him, but saw that the guard really put down the knife in his hand, twisted his body and danced with the guidance of his folding fan.

"Flutter-" Although Zhao Qiujin knew that she shouldn't laugh at this time, the current scene made her feel really funny.

She coughed lightly twice and said, "Don't you need any formulas?" ”

"No, I don't." The old painter shook his head lightly and handed the folding fan over, "Do you want to take a look?" ”

Zhao Qiujin was about to take it, but Zhang Yunfan on the side quickly stopped her, and looked at the old painter vigilantly, "Niangniang, this old man is very weird, it's better not to touch his folding fan, if something happens to you, how can the minister explain to the emperor!" ”

Zhao Qiujin did not hesitate at all, turned sideways and bypassed Zhang Yunfan, took the folding fan and looked at it, "He is a loving and righteous person, and he will not harm the palace." ”

Zhang Yunfan was frightened when he saw this scene, but when he saw the old painter standing aside respectfully, he was also relieved, but he kept staring at his movements.

"This folding fan doesn't seem to be a native thing, but it looks like a ......," Zhao Qiujin thoughtfully said, she had traveled to the south in the original world and strayed into a village, and all the symbols of that village were somewhat similar to those depicted on the handle of this folding fan.

That village is a village where Gu cultivation is prevalent, is it ...... This folding fan is also the same?

"You tell the truth to Hongu, how did you survive that day?" Zhao Qiujin narrowed his eyes.

At that time, she didn't believe that a beggar, who hadn't eaten enough for several days, could still run past a capable person with martial arts?

It's just that the scene at that time can't help but be speculated by her, after all, the old painter is the only witness present.