The next day.
The Ministry of Revenue confirmed the name of the last skeleton – Zhao Hao!
The Assistant Minister of Revenue rushed to Bamboo Creek Garden immediately.
"Report!" He had an elderly mother, a younger brother, and a younger sister. He was sold to the capital because his family was poor. He later entered the Imperial Duke's residence as an assistant chef and slowly became a chef. It was said that the Imperial Duke loved to eat the pearl meatballs he made. Some of the commoners who often delivered food to the residence said that he was a good and honest man. Now that we have confirmed that the missing person is him, he should be … in his fifties. When the time comes, we will inform all the prefectures and prefectures. As long as he is still alive, we will inform all the prefectures and prefectures of the Imperial Duke.
As long as he is still alive, it should not be difficult. "
Details.
Jing Rong skimmed through the information on Zhao Hao that the Ministry of Revenue had sent to him.
He gently closed it.
He frowned.
After so many years, he thought that he would be very excited when he found out who the missing person was.
But that was not the case.
On the contrary, he was even more nervous than Ji Yunshu.
That kind of nervousness was pressing down on his nerves.
The Assistant Minister of Revenue saw that Jing Rong was silent for a long time and took the initiative to ask, "Your Highness? What do you think? " He took a deep breath and thought for a moment before instructing, "Find a few people who know Zhao Hao. According to their descriptions, get Lord Ji to draw a portrait of him. Then, get some artists to copy the portrait and distribute it to all the prefectures. Remember, don't put the portrait up everywhere because the case is very serious.
Prime Minister, you still don't know that if the arson incident that year was man-made, and if Zhao Hao really knew the truth, the culprit would most likely harm him. Therefore, we must not be too ostentatious. It would be best … to investigate in secret.
"Yes."
"Also, if you find that person, you must protect him and bring him immediately."
"I know." The Assistant Minister worriedly said, "Then … what if he died after escaping from the Imperial Duke's residence?"
Yes!
What if he was already dead?
It was not that Jing Rong did not consider this point.
He said, "Since he was able to escape from the Imperial Duke's residence that year, even if he really died, he must have left behind some clues. No matter what, I want to see him, dead or alive. Even if there is only a pile of bones left, bring it to this prince."
"This lowly official understands."
After replying, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue left to carry out his duties.
Very quickly, the Ministry of Revenue found a few people who knew Zhao Hao. They were all farmers who had delivered vegetables to Zhao Hao at the Imperial Duke's residence. However, because it had been so long ago, their descriptions were very different.
Ji Yunshu held the brush in her hand for a long time without putting any ink on it.
After asking them one by one, he put down his brush.
After about an hour, Zhao Hao's portrait was finally completed.
When those people saw this, they were very surprised.
"Yes, this person is Qin Hao."
"They're exactly the same."
"He's exactly the same as when I saw him 15 years ago. He hasn't aged at all."
"…"
You saw him fifteen years ago, so what you drew is how he looked like fifteen years ago. Naturally, he hasn't aged.
When she tidied up the portrait and handed it over to the Ministry of Revenue, she specially reminded, "It has already been fifteen years. Perhaps the portrait is different from his current appearance. When you instruct the various prefectures, you have to make this clear. It is necessary to be careful."
The people of the Ministry of Revenue firmly remembered her words.
Not long after, many copies of the portrait were made and distributed to the various prefectures.
At the same time, a piece of news came from outside the capital.
All the bandits in Shaanxi's Changhe area had been arrested and thrown into prison. They were waiting for the Ministry of Justice's decree.
The court was immediately in an uproar.
The sickly Xian Wang had lived in the depths of the palace for a long time. No one expected that he would actually be able to capture those cunning bandits!
Although everyone had doubts in their hearts, the truth was right in front of them.
Now that the Xian Wang had performed a meritorious deed, the Emperor would certainly reward him. It was estimated that it wouldn't be long before those fence-sitters would start to change sides.
Outside the capital.
A group of soldiers and horses braved the heavy snow as they advanced. Due to the rugged mountain roads and the heavy snowstorm, the journey of the carriages and horses was delayed. Inside the carriage, Jing Xian was draped in a thick cloak and held a hand warmer in his hands. Even so, his hands were still as cold as ice. In his hand was a cage covered with a piece of cloth. Inside the cage were the three pigeons. From the time he left the palace to the time he left the capital, he had always kept them by his side.
Occasionally, people would ask him a few questions, but his answer was always the same. He would always say that he had lived in the depths of the palace for many years. Thanks to these pigeons, he often kept them by his side.
Over time, some people said that he had an eccentric personality.
What a freak!
F * ck your sister, who doesn't have a pet!
Liu Qingping of Jinjiang even kept a pavilion full of birds.
The cold wind lifted the curtain of the carriage and a few snowflakes blew in. They hit his face for a long time before melting. He reached out and brushed them away. His fingertips felt cold and his whole body shivered.
Suddenly —
The carriage stopped.
The guard outside said, "Your Highness, there's a fallen tree in front. We have to wait."
Jing Xian grunted and lifted the curtain of the carriage.
At this moment, they were in the middle of the mountains. The leaves of the towering trees were half a foot lower from the heavy snow.
The heavy snow continued to fall, blocking people's vision.
He looked forward and vaguely saw a fallen tree in front of the carriages. It was lying on the ground and everyone was cleaning it up.
He asked, "Where are we now?"
"Qishan."
"When will we reach the capital?"
"According to the schedule, in five days."
Jing Xian was silent for a while. He looked up at the sky and suddenly got off the horse.
The guard quickly said, "Your Highness, it's cold outside. You should sit in the carriage."
But he had already gone down.
"It's fine."
His feet stepped on the snow. It was soft and very comfortable.
The attendant who was driving the carriage quickly held an umbrella over his head.
"I've never thought that a snowy day could be so beautiful!" He sighed.
The attendant was puzzled and asked, "Your Highness, have you never seen snow before?"
"I have."
"But isn't a snowy day the same?" He denied it and looked up at the dense snowflakes falling down. His eyes were light and heavy, and with a kind of sadness, he continued, "Different days, different places, see different snow. Inside the palace, with its red walls and green tiles, you can only see the sky above your head. That's why it's so common.
The snow you see in the New Year is cold, but what you see outside the palace is a kind of beauty. "
His voice was very soft.
The attendant beside him could not hear it clearly.
He reached out to catch a few snowflakes. They fell on his palm and danced in the cold wind like a few naughty children. He did not feel cold at all. He stood in the same place, wrapped in his cloak, and stared at the heavy snow in front of him.
After the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, the big tree in front of them was cleared.
The guard said, "Your Highness, we can go now."
"Wait a little longer."
"But …"
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