After a while, the commander of the Praetorian Guard came to report again, still crying and mourning, as Long San expected, the man committed suicide by poisoning not long after being caught, and their Praetorian Guards didn't ask anything.

The empress looked for her own hand, but there was really nothing to smash at hand, so she could only slap the table heavily to vent the anger in her heart: "You say, what can you Praetorian guards do, from now on, transfer all your people out, and check for me, I don't believe that these people fell from the sky, and I will find those people for me." ”

"Your Majesty, maybe I can help a little more, can you give me paper and pen?" Feng Wanwan suddenly interjected, she remembered, she can still paint, although the skills are not very exquisite, but in this hall, she and Long San have seen those assassins: "Long San, can you draw, can you draw those people?" ”

Draw?

What do you want to draw at this time?

"I've learned, but I'm not fine." Long San is concise and to the point.

"Then Your Majesty, please help me prepare an unburned wooden stick about the same length as a brush in the stove, and then prepare some pen and ink for Long San, and we will draw the people we see today." Feng Wanwan pleaded.

It's just that what's the use of the wooden sticks that haven't burned through the stove?

Confused?

The empress doesn't care, she will do it with a wave of her hand, as long as her daughter wants it, she will get it for her, not to mention the worthless wooden stick.

After a while, everything was ready, and Feng Wanwan held the soft rice paper in his hand: "Is there any smoother paper, it doesn't matter if it's hard." ”

There are quite a lot of requirements, and the people in the palace are confused, don't they all use rice paper to paint?

The Empress nodded again, and the last thing she was presented to her was cardboard for writing posts.

Feng Wanwan didn't ask for A4 paper in the end, just make do with it, thinking about taking out a handkerchief from her arms and holding it at the end of a small wooden stick, drawing a sketch, she had studied sketching for two years before, and she didn't think it would come in handy now.

Long San on the other side also splashed ink and painted, and after a while, he painted the portraits of more than a dozen people who fled, and the Feng Wanwan here was almost finished, she could only paint a rough sketch, but she still painted the characteristics of each person.

The two of them spread the painted portraits on the table brought by the chamberlains, Feng Wanwan first walked to Long San's painting to take a closer look, this look, she always knew what Long San meant when he said that he 'learned, not refined', this thousand people are estimated to be like him, the portraits of more than ten people, except for the fat and thin, the other unity is two eyes, a nose and a mouth, just like copy and paste, it really hurts this Wing Wang, in fact, he only needs to paint one portrait.

There are many ministers who think the same as Feng Wanwan, but no one said anything? As expected, this Yiwang will soon become the royal husband of their future princess, and he will become Fengjun in the future, they can't offend him in this trivial matter, Mingzhe protects himself, they all understand it after so many years of officialdom.

As for the expressions of the ministers who ran to watch the painting in front of the Feng Wanwan painting, they can only be explained in one word, breathtaking, they really haven't seen this kind of painting, although they haven't seen the more than ten assassins, but as long as those people stand here, they can make those people sit down with the people on the painting, the painting is really too similar, with a few brushes, a person's face shape and special symptoms are drawn, what kind of magic brush is this?

That little wooden stick is more useful than the brush they've used for decades?

From the empress on the dragon chair to see the expressions of the courtiers below, either standing still, or expressionless, anxious, also walked down from the dragon chair, she first walked to the painting of Feng Wanwan, just saw the first one she was stunned, what kind of painting is this, she really hasn't seen it, if this is painted on the painting, it will be the same as a real person?

"What kind of painting method do you have?" The empress is different from other ministers, she still asks if she has doubts about her daughter, and she will not hold back in her heart and feel embarrassed.

"Back to Your Majesty, I call it a sketch, and I drew it with this charcoal pen." Feng Wanwan pointed to the wooden charcoal pen resting on the table, the tip of the pen was unevenly thick, otherwise she could have drawn better.

"My son's drawing is so good!" The Empress boasted.

"Yes, Princess Linfeng's painting method, not to mention in our Dafeng Kingdom, even in the Three Kingdoms, it is unique, Lao Chen has lived for more than forty years, and it is really the first time I have seen this kind of painting." A minister in a dark red robe said.

"Yes, yes...... it's the first time we've met." The other ministers agreed, compared to the silence in the hall an hour ago, the atmosphere in the hall was much more active at this time, and everyone was not stingy with their own words of praise, and tried their best to cover the evening and evening.

The empress was also happy to do so, nodding happily, everyone seemed to have forgotten that there was a Praetorian Guard commander in the palace waiting to take the portrait to arrest the assassin.

Or Feng Wanwan found Cheng Lanying, who was shrunk in a corner and had embarrassing cancer: "Your Majesty, can I hand over this painting to Master Cheng now, and let him use the painting to arrest the assassin." ”

The empress finally remembered what she was doing: "Go ahead, you can also find a few more copies of this painting, and don't break the original manuscript for me." “

"Yes, Your Majesty." Cheng Lanying broke out in a cold sweat, fortunately, His Majesty was in a good mood and did not treat him for the crime of poor supervision of the prisoners.

As for Long San's more than ten paintings, I don't know whether they were intentional or unintentional, they were collectively ignored, and Long San didn't mind, he touched his nose, what was there to be ashamed of losing to his daughter-in-law.

After the commander of the Praetorian Guard took the painting and withdrew, the people who went to investigate by Taolin Lake also had news back.

"Your Majesty, the iron fence in the lake has indeed been destroyed, and as for the 'Biwu Courtyard', we have found a secret passage......" The person who came lowered his head and did not dare to raise it.

"Secret passage, what secret passage, leading there" The empress has lived in this palace for most of her life, and she doesn't know that there is a secret passage under her house that she doesn't know.

"Then, the secret passage leads to Lin Bianjun's Fengzao Palace, and the little ones sent their men to investigate, and Lin Bianjun and the second princess are now missing." The head of the person who comes can not be lowered, as long as it is a little lower, the forehead can be in close contact with the ground.

What the?

Lin Fangjun ran away?

The second princess also ran away?

Everyone's faces darkened, last time these two people ran and caused the Lingnan Rebellion, what will happen to these two people running this time?

The empress was surprised by everyone's face was very calm, and she did not get angry, but she slowly sat down on the dragon chair again, rubbed the armrest of the dragon chair with her hand, and was silent for a moment before giving an order: "Let someone go and find out the whereabouts of these two people, and bring them back to me...... Live or die. ”

Dead or alive, the empress is really dead, and she doesn't even want the life of the second princess?