No wonder!

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

Because this matter has unconsciously made a big fuss.

But in the end, if it is found out that the murderer is from the palace, it will be equivalent to a royal scandal.

No matter who the murderer is, the Wei royal family can't lose this face, and it is more likely that Lao Wei actually knows who the real murderer is, but he is unwilling to let the truth be revealed.

That's why the case was taken away.

As long as it is suppressed for a long time, the people will gradually forget about it. In the end, find another reason to release Master Zheng.

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

Unexpectedly, he was released from prison strongly, but he invisibly sent a step for the Wei royal family to step on.

"Aren't you curious about who the murderer is?" Zheng Xiu bit the osmanthus cake, looked at Fengbei and asked.

"It's not about me." Feng Bei's answer was reasonable.

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

But Zheng Xiu was interested.

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

After eating, Zheng Xiu whistled a few times. Qing 13 was not there, and the brotherhood at home secretly hid on the roof and replied.

Zheng Xiu used a secret whistle to order Qing Shisan to pay attention to this matter, but he had to keep a low profile and not alarm others, especially the people of the royal family.

Today is the second day of the amnesty, Zheng Xiu did not panic at all, calmly hid in the dungeon, [projected] Zheng Shan's incarnation, spread paper and polished ink, and began to paint.

He has now mastered the knack and tried to draw Fengbei in various poses.

Since he comprehended the [Danqing Painting Technique], his painting skills are like divine help, and the Fengbei painted is vivid and vivid, jumping on the paper.

"Why don't you draw a comic strip?"

Zheng Xiu's heart moved, looked at Fengbei in the painting, and suddenly had a new idea. So in last night's nightmare, the scene of the young man and Fengbei riding a horse galloping red dust as a chic companion was divided into ten pictures, with lines. [Danqing Painting Technique] has gained a huge experience, and the experience has skyrocketed.

Hide the painting contentedly, and never let Fengbei see it. It happened to be the time for the trumpet to go online, so he traveled as a [iQue], Zheng Wei pretended to wake up from a big dream, and after greeting Sister Fengbei, Zheng Xiu hid in the study and continued to copy the book.

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

If you can do it with money, it couldn't be easier.

Originally, Zheng Xiu did a good job of planning these two days.

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

On the first day of January, the first day of the new year, someone visited.

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

Combed his hair into the appearance of 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 whistle of the Brotherhood that it was still Ye Weiyang's people, remembering that the virtual mouse came to visit last night, and thought to himself if something happened to Ye Weiyang, and he had to ask Fengbei to make a move.

Last night, he lost his temper inexplicably and blasted the virtual rat out of Zheng's house, Feng Bei was also a little reluctant in his heart, so he came with Zheng Xiu to meet the visitor.

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

"Your whistles..."

Fengbei was silent along the way, actually paying attention to the communication whistle of the brotherhood, she first said half a sentence, and then shook her head: "That's it." ”

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

Zheng Xiu pretended to be confused, pushed the door and greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, I said how could the sky be clear today, it turned out that there were distinguished guests."

She took off her clothes and called Xi'er, and now the woman standing outside the house is dressed...... Well, wearing the black clothes of the cloud sleeve hidden star, it is naturally the moon swallow. I saw Yueyan politely arching her hand towards Zheng Xiu: "Master Hou, Ye Weiyang, Yueyan, I have an urgent matter to ask to see the three lords of Shangxian." After saying that, Yueyan looked at Fengbei, who was a few steps away from Zheng Xiu, and quickly made a few gestures.

Zheng Xiu and Yueyan had a businesslike attitude, which made the eyes of the fighting hedgehog on the side widen, and it turned out that this was the world of adults.

Feng Bei frowned, and was about to say something, when Yueyan made a few more gestures.

Zheng Xiu smiled: "It seems that it is an important matter of your ministry, and it is inconvenient for Zheng to observe, if a few of you don't dislike it, you can use the Zheng family's meeting room at will." Come, make a pot of tea for a few distinguished guests, and let the kitchen prepare a few exquisite pastries. ”

The family members didn't say a word, and they took the order to do it.

Zheng Shoufu's words sound fine, but they have all entered the Zheng family, what is the difference between talking in it and you being there?

Who doesn't know that your Zheng family's brotherhood is everywhere.

Dou Ji was about to refuse, but Yueyan squinted and smiled, and arched his hand: "Master Hou is arrogant, then Yueyan is better than obeying his fate." ”

Ahh

Dou Hedgehog is dumbfounded, are you not pretending to be now?

So Dou Ji looked at Fengbei as if asking for help.

Unexpectedly, Fengbei also nodded: "But, there is Lao Houye." ”

With a look in his eyes and asked Squeak to invite a few people to the conference hall, Zheng Xiu went straight to the main room and changed the number again.

This is a bit troublesome in exchange, but after the Zheng family's dungeon is successfully built, it is much more convenient than going to Wangtian Prison to change numbers.

In the future, this will be Master Zheng's home field.

The young man jumped in from outside the courtyard, and the three Fengbei who had just sat down and were about to talk about things had different faces.

Yueyan has a strange face, this kid is a bit of a coincidence.

"Why did you break in without asking?" Fengbei's tone sounded a little complaining at first, but the next second she hooked her finger at Zheng Xiu: "Oh, sit here." ”

She motioned for the boy to sit beside her.

Fengbei didn't treat the boy as an outsider.

If it is Zheng Xiu, Yueyan still has to pretend to be one, and Dou Ji still needs to be mouthful. But if it is Zheng Xiu's trumpet Zheng Xi, whether it is Yueyan or Dou Ji, they are too lazy to waste their tongues - the experience of Xiangu Temple, Fengbei's doting attitude towards Zheng Xie is obvious to all, and I believe that as long as you are not blind, you can see it.

The young man sat down, Yueyan looked solemn, and talked about business.

In the next meeting hall, only Yueyan's solemn narration was left.

It turned out that last night's visit and today's visit by Yueyan were really the same thing.

A serial murderous case.

In the hinterland of Shuzhou, about 1,000 miles south of the imperial city, an antiquity that had been missing for decades has resurfaced.

It was a painting.

It is said that a hundred years ago, a brilliant painter painted a masterpiece on his deathbed.

The great painter is already a figure a hundred years ago, the name of the prince Sun Mo, in those years had the name of "painting ghosts", the record in the history books is slightly exaggerated, and the details are inappropriate. Someone once said that Sun Mo, who paints ghosts, does not paint mountains, rivers, rivers and seas, does not paint fish, insects, birds and beasts, and concentrates on painting ghosts, monsters, and lonely graves.

According to the history books, his paintings were hung in the hall, and the owner could hear the roar of demons every night, and children could not sleep at night when they saw it, and they had nightmares one after another.

A hundred years have passed, and the true works of painting the ghost Gongsun Mo have long ceased to exist in the upheaval and displacement.

Zheng Xiu can also understand that there is no concept of "protecting cultural relics" in this era, and there is no technology that can make the picture scroll not rot for a hundred years, and it is normal for a hundred years of time to be lost.

And the cause of this serial case is a man who claims to be a descendant of Gongsun Mo, who is destitute, mortgages the true heirloom Mobao to the pawnshop, and tells the pawnshop shopkeeper not to open the picture scroll easily.

Later, the development of things was just as Zheng Xiu thought, saying that he would not let it open, that was what he wanted people to open.

The pawnshop shopkeeper died suddenly at home that night, there was no scar on the corpse, and the picture of Gongsun Mo disappeared.

"How can you be sure there's something wrong with that painting?"

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he became interested. I don't know if it's the soul of the newly awakened painter who is burning, so I took the initiative to ask.

On the side, Dou Qi opened his mouth, thinking to himself, why don't the three adults treat you as an outsider, can you go through the process to get a waist card first? lest we go back and be punished from above.

Yueyan winked at Zheng Xiu's trumpet: "Do you really think that we are doing things at night, and we are speculating without evidence?" ”

Feng Bei, who had been silent, finally spoke: "Someone went, who is it?" ”

"It is worthy of being the three adults of the upper string, and they are sensitive." Yueyan stretched out her five fingers and broke them down one by one: "And before that, the Pleiades and Biwu in the Western Seven Stars; ”

"The heart fox and tailed tiger in the East Seven Stars;"

"They all entered Shuzhou one after another, and finally lost contact, their soul-attracting lamps and ravens disappeared at the same time, and it is very likely that they will ...... All folded in Shuzhou. ”

"Shuzhou has entered four constellations, and there is no return."

When Zheng Xiu heard this, his eyes lit up: "The position of the stars is vacant?" ”

Poof~ The bucket that happened to be drinking tea was choked and sprayed on the ground with a mouthful of warm tea.

Yueyan was speechless: "The stars have just lost contact, and they have not seen their bodies." ”

was interrupted by Zheng Xiu, and the serious atmosphere that Yueyan had finally brewed suddenly disappeared, so she had no choice but not to sell it, took out a narrow bamboo tube from her arms, and threw it at the young man.

As for why it was lost to the boy instead of to 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 and used to pass on credit.

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

"Well, not long after Master Zheng was imprisoned, the Night Lord had already sent Lord Xia Xian to Shuzhou to solve the matter. Until yesterday, the ravens of the lower strings returned to the imperial city and sent back a ...... 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, important, and big the message you want to convey is.

Glance.

Zheng Xiu opened the blood book.

Fengbei is a little closer.

Two heads together.

There are only three words written on the blood book -

"Cannibal painting"!