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"Your Highness, the people of Huayue Tower have been imprisoned in the prison of Dali Temple, when will Your Highness go to interrogate?" Xing Zheng asked.

"Now that the person has been caught, the king is fine, and he will drive the Dali Temple, and the king should close the case earlier." Nangong Shuo tidied up his clothes and walked outside the mansion with his hands behind his back.

Xing Zheng nodded, hurriedly followed, and said with a smile: "It is said that the Imperial Jin Army handled the case quickly, and that was because they did not meet an opponent like His Highness." As long as His Royal Highness is here, there is still something to do with their Imperial Jin Army. ”

"That's nature." Nangong Shuo said complacently.

"His Royal Highness caught the ghost monarch's red robe, but it greatly dampened the prestige of the Imperial Jin Army, and I think their Imperial Jin Army will be more restrained in the future." Xing Zhengdao.

Nangong Shuo hooked a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said disapprerovantly: "To put it bluntly, the Imperial Jin Army is not relying on the support of his father, but well, this king really didn't expect that it would be so smooth to catch the ghost monarch's red robe......"

Speaking of this, Nangong Shuo's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the whole person was stunned all of a sudden, startling Xing Zheng behind him.

"Your Highness?" Xing Zheng stared at Nangong Shuo, who suddenly stopped, with a strange expression.

"This king suddenly remembered something...... Nangong Shuo frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "Once this king and the fifth brother were walking on the street, and bumped into a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old with a small child, and the middle-aged man had deliberately led this king to Huayue Tower, at that time, this king also suspected that this person was the ghost king of the red robe, because he not only attracted the attention of the king and the fifth brother, but also left the ...... in a hurry when he saw the imperial Jin army."

"What does Your Highness mean?" Xing Zheng looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know why, this king suddenly remembered the two of them......" Nangong Shuo frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Xing Zheng, and said thoughtfully: "This king suddenly felt that that Ya Gu clan woman might not be the ghost monarch ...... red."

"Huh?" Xing Zheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes widening.

"This king has seen the banner that shot into the palace gate, although the font is deliberately changeable, but the font is tall and powerful, obviously not a woman's font!" Nangong Shuo frowned.

"Could it be that the Ya Gu Clan woman jumped out by herself to protect the real Ghost Monarch Chi Pao?" Xing Zhengdao.

"This king doesn't know, after all, everything is our speculation, but this king can go and visit the reaction of everyone in Huayue Tower, at least rule out those two suspicious people first." Nangong Shuo's pupils were deep, and he said with a cold face.

"Which two suspicious people?" Xing Zheng asked.

"It's the grandfather and grandson who met the king and the fifth brother on the street last time." Nangong Shuo glanced at him impatiently.

"How does Your Highness want to tempt?" Xing Zheng asked.

"Fortunately, this king still has some impressions, you go and find a painter for this king immediately, and when this king paints the portraits of these two people, then take them to the people in Huayue Building, if they know the two, they will definitely be exposed." The corners of Nangong Shuo's mouth hooked a sneer, and he said without being salty or light.

"Your Highness is right, once they look abnormal, they must know something, and their subordinates don't believe it, and under torture, no one has told the truth." Xing Zhengdao.

"This king will not go to the prison of Dali Temple for the time being, you will go to the painter immediately." Nangong Shuo turned around and walked towards the hall, walking as he went.

"Your Highness, don't worry, your subordinates will immediately go to find the best painter in the capital." After Xing Zheng lowered his head and finished speaking, he hurriedly left the palace.

Nangong Shuo returned to the front hall with his hands behind his back, sat down lazily, and ordered the housekeeper to call the girl who sang and danced in the house, and waited for Xing Zheng leisurely while listening to the little song while admiring the girl's graceful dancing.

After waiting for almost an hour, Xing Zheng returned home with a painter.

"Your Highness, the painter has brought, and his subordinates have found a few, and I heard that this painter is the best in the capital." Xing Zheng stood outside the hall and bowed his head respectfully.

Nangong Shuo waved his hand, and the girls dancing and composing in the hall withdrew one by one.

"Come in." Nangong Shuo said that he was not salty or light.

Xing Zheng and the painter hurriedly walked into the front hall.

"Hurry up, what this king says, you just follow the picture." Nangong Shuochong commanded.

The painter hurriedly nodded, "Your Highness, rest assured, the grass people have learned portraits since childhood, and they will definitely satisfy Your Highness." ”

Nangong Shuozi didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and directly began to describe the image of Qiu Feng in his mind.

According to his description, the painter painted it one stroke at a time, and after almost two or three teas, the painter drew the image of Qiu Feng in Nangong Shuo's mouth.

"Your Highness, please take a look." The painter said.

Nangong Shuo glanced down at the portrait and nodded with satisfaction, "There are indeed eight or nine points of similarity." ”

Seeing that he was satisfied, the painter breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's good that Your Highness is satisfied, if Your Highness is not satisfied, the grass people can continue to redraw Your Highness." ”

"So be it." Nangong Shuo shoved Qiu Feng's portrait in front of Xing Zheng, and then said to the painter: "There is also a picture of a three or four-year-old child, you can paint it again." ”

"The grass people obeyed." The artist nodded hurriedly.

Nangong Shuo has never been a person of ink, and without saying a word, he began to describe Chiyan's appearance according to his impression.

Who knows, the painter was halfway through the drawing, and suddenly involuntarily stopped the brush and muttered to himself, "Isn't this the child that Lord Yan painted just now?" ”

"What did you say?" Nangong Shuo didn't hear it clearly, he vaguely heard the three words of Lord Yan, and stared at him with big eyes.

The painter was startled and hurriedly said: "The grass people should die, the grass people shouldn't be distracted, the grass people should paint immediately." ”

"This king didn't say this, this king asked you, what did you just say about Lord Yandu? The king did not hear clearly. Nangong Shuo asked with a cold face.

The painter was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Back to Your Highness, just before Chief Xing came to find the grass people, the grass people just finished painting the portrait of Lord Yan, and Lord Yan asked the grass people to paint it, and it was also this child, and the grass people were curious for a while, so they disturbed His Highness, and hoped that His Highness would forgive his sins." ”

"What! Yan Qingyu just asked you to draw a portrait of this child? Nangong bounced up from the stool violently and stared at him with big eyes.

"The grass people don't dare to deceive Your Highness." The painter didn't know why, so he hurriedly knelt on the ground in fright.

Nangong Shuo turned his head and glanced at Xing Zheng, both of whom were shocked.

"In other words, what this king thought just now is very likely to be true......" Nangong Shuo said thoughtfully.

"Your Highness, in this way, it is very likely that this older person is the Ghost Monarch Chi Jiao, and the Ya Gu woman imprisoned in Dali Temple may really be an impostor." Xing Zheng grinned.

"But why did Yan Qingyu only draw one?" Nangong Shuo was puzzled.

"Maybe Lord Yan only knows this child, and his subordinates suddenly remembered that there was once a child who provoked Yang Kun, the leader of the Imperial Jin Army, and made a big joke at that time." Xing Zhengdao.

"Really?" Nangong Shuo's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly ordered the painter who was kneeling on the ground: "You immediately draw this child for this king." ”

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