The bedroom, study, martial arts practice field, mourning hall, flower garden, quiet room, and even some secret rooms …
His soul was like water, flowing back and forth.
As the saying goes, "Living changes one's Qi, and nurturing changes one's body." On the other hand, people would also affect the environment they lived in.
Observing this palace so carefully, he also got to know Jiang Wuqi from another perspective.
The brightness of the past, and the sorrow of today, were all related to one person.
One person, one life, and one spirit.
Jiang Wang observed very carefully. For a peerless person like Jiang Wuqi who aimed to enter the Insight Realm, he must have a unique understanding of this world. These understandings might not be uniform, but it was definitely worth understanding and learning.
As the saying goes, "Learn from those who are worthy, and reflect on those who are not worthy."
The process of understanding Jiang Wuqi further was also a process of self-enlightenment.
With the help of the Red Makeup Mirror, Jiang Wang almost didn't miss any details.
He also saw a lot of valuable information, but he couldn't find any information that might be related to the assassination of Noble Consort Lei.
Looking at the two Blue Medal Arresters who were still busy in front of him, Jiang Wang swallowed a sigh in the bottom of his heart.
He understood that there was another possibility — perhaps he had already seen the corresponding clues, but he didn't know that they were related to the assassination of Noble Consort Lei.
After all, he only knew a few words about the big case in the 38th year of the Yuan Feng dynasty.
Who was involved, who was the most suspicious back then, and why it became an unsolved case in the end … He didn't know anything.
Maybe he didn't even know the clues in front of him. He was a little naive before.
After all, there were specialists in this field. Maybe he could only wait for the results of Lin Youxie or Zheng Shangming's investigation …
Jiang Wang glanced around aimlessly with the help of the Red Makeup Mirror. Suddenly, his attention turned back and fell on the screen wall in the front hall.
When Feng Gu sent him off that day, he stopped in front of this screen wall and said a few words. That was also the last communication between him and Feng Gu.
At that time, the first sentence Consultant Feng said was — "Lord Jue, do you believe in the Eleventh Prince?"
Now that he thought about it, was there a deeper meaning to that question?
Would there be any hidden information in the place where he stopped?
Since Feng Gu hoped that he would supervise the progress of the case in his will, according to common sense, he should have left some clues for him … Just like the knife that Lin Youxie received.
However, Jiang Wang carefully recalled many times, but did not find anything special.
Feng Gu's words did reveal that he wanted to do something, but he did not mention any specific details.
Jiang Wang had seen this screen wall several times when he went in and out of the Longevity Palace. On the back of the screen wall was a very delicate painting, and on the right side was the inscription "All living beings look alike".
The signature was "Palace Master of the Longevity Palace".
Jiang Wuqi himself was well-versed in calligraphy, painting, poetry, and books. He had left behind many scrolls of calligraphy in the palace. Jiang Wang had seen a lot of them. Although he knew they were very good, to be honest, his ability to appreciate these things was only at the level of applauding and applauding. As for what was good about it, it was hard for him to pinpoint it …
Thus, he only took a casual glance at the painting on the wall and didn't pay much attention to it. Now that he perked up and carefully observed it, he couldn't help but be amazed.
In this painting, there were peddlers, nobles, generals, and ministers. There were thousands of people and thousands of faces, and all of them were vivid and lifelike.
There were also carved railings and painted buildings, and endless streams of horses and carriages. There were shadows of distant mountains, deep still rivers, flowers and birds, green trees, old people, and children.
Looking at it carefully, it was really "a painting of all living beings".
Not only were people doing their jobs, but there were also some stories happening in some places.
Some were playing, some were putting their arms around each other's shoulders, and some were welcoming and sending people off …
For example, in the lower left corner of this mural, there was a well-dressed person. His left index finger was gently touching his ear, and his right hand was pointing at the paper on the table in front of him … Obviously, he had difficulty hearing and was asking to communicate with others through words.
Opposite him, there was a person who was talking with his head raised. He was wearing patched clothes, his eyes were lifeless, and one of his hands was holding a blind cane. Obviously, he had difficulty in seeing …
The communication between the deaf and the blind, the former was gesticulating while the latter was talking non-stop. It was really strange.
For example, there was a farmer who was carrying dung on the river bank. The passersby all covered their noses.
Only an old fisherman was holding his fishing rod without moving, his expression calm … Obviously, his nose was broken.
Because he had lost his sense of smell, he lost some of the excitement and also avoided some troubles.
There were many different kinds of things.
The more one looked at this mural, the more marvelous it was.
There was no part of it that was not exciting. It was as if it had depicted "people" and "lives".
Along the way, Jiang Wang had seen magnificent scenes, as well as cool breezes and ripples. He had seen a lot of people, and he knew a lot of people. He created the "Human" Sword, saw all living beings, and evolved all living beings.
In the short few years after he became a Transcendent, he had seen a lot of excitement that people would never see in their lives.
But after all, it was only "a few years".
He never dared to say that he had perfected the "Human" Sword, let alone that he had seen all the people in the world.
Now that he was looking at this mural carefully, it was as if he had experienced the experience of the painter. In the world built by the painter, he had seen thousands of lives … He had gained a lot.
Zheng Shangming, who was searching for the secret records in every book with a secret technique, suddenly turned his head in shock. He had already sensed the terrifying sword intent on Jiang Wang's body. It was hidden, but it already had the power to destroy a mountain.
He had long known that Jiang Wang was powerful, and he firmly believed that Jiang Qingyang was the number one person in Qi, Tianjiao.
After all, the lesson from the fight on Mount Chouma was deep enough. After that, Jiang Wang improved at a rapid pace. Every time his achievements came out, it almost made people speechless. Step by step, he broke legends and created history.
But those achievements were still far away.
At this moment, they were right in front of him. This person stood at the door for half a day, and his swordsmanship improved?
Was this the peerless Tianjiao?
In the past, Jiang Wuqi suppressed his cultivation progress by drinking medicine. Then, Jiang Qingyang stood on guard for a while and comprehended swordsmanship.
Zheng Shangming looked at the ancient military book in his hand, Nine Theories on Selecting Generals and Eight Methods of Selecting Soldiers, and suddenly felt that life was dull and boring.
If talents were compared to soldiers and generals, people like Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuqi were probably only one theory, while he was probably only five or six theories …
The weight of his gaze instantly touched Jiang Wang. He calmly withdrew his sword intent and temporarily stopped observing the painting. He looked at Zheng Shangming and Lin Youxie, who was also surprised, and asked softly, "Have you found any clues?"
He almost asked them separately through telepathy. Fortunately, he was still conscious and did not cause an awkward situation.
Zheng Shangming shook his head, "Feng Gu's death is very suspicious, and the clues are scattered. Although we have collected some information, we can't be sure if it's useful. We still need to go back and compare the testimonies to be sure … What about Deputy Lin? "
"About the same as you." Lin Youxie said lightly.
Zheng Shangming asked, "Then should we go back first or continue?"
Lin Youxie said, "Let's go back first. I want to examine the medicinal soup."
The examination of the medicinal soup could only be carried out in the Inspection Office. Lin Youxie said that he wanted to examine it himself, but it was impossible that there was no supervision. Therefore, Zheng Shangming did not care too much. He carefully put the ancient military book in his hand back to a place far away.
"Then let's go back first and come back tomorrow." He looked at Jiang Wang, "Does Lord Jiang want to go back first or come back with us to the Inspection Office? You now have the right to examine Feng Gu's body, investigate the relevant files, and interrogate the relevant personnel. "
Jiang Wang looked at the two of them. He was completely unable to determine whether they had obtained the clues they wanted …
This was good. It would save him some trouble.
"Let's go to the Inspection Office." He said.
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…
The carriage had already moved. The palace gate behind them was locked again.
The Longevity Palace returned to silence.
Jiang Wang was still thinking about the screen wall.
The position of the screen wall was not far from the gate of the Longevity Palace. The mural was painted by Jiang Wuqi himself. Of course, it could represent some of Jiang Wuqi's ideas, or tendencies.
One stroke to see all living beings. Of course, it was very obvious.
But did this painting of "all living beings" mean "to see all living beings, to tolerate all living beings"?
Or "to rule all living beings, to know all living beings"?
Did what the nobles and generals were going through represent Jiang Wuqi's view of the current situation?
Was there any mystery behind why Feng Gu stopped here at that time?
In such a painting of thousands of people and thousands of faces, Jiang Wang silently recalled the people who stopped in the painting. He observed what they were doing, hoping to find a possible connection.
This was a meticulous and long work. It was difficult to be distracted.
The carriage stopped.
"We're here." Zheng Shangming got off the carriage first.
Lin Youxie followed closely behind.
The three of them each had their own thoughts and did not talk to each other.
Jiang Wang followed behind them and entered the Northern Government again.
Such a powerful government office occupied a large area. Jiang Wang had been here several times, but he still did not see much. He did not have a complete picture of the Northern Government.
Today was the first time he saw the prison of the Northern Government.
An iron house stood on the bare ground. There were no other buildings around, and the stone slabs were exposed. The iron house was only a place for the guards to verify the identity of the people. The real prison was underground.
Zheng Shangming went to interrogate the maids and eunuchs of the Longevity Palace. Lin Youxie went to check the bowl of medicine first.
Jiang Wang did not follow either of them and went straight to the morgue.
The Northern Government had a special morgue, which was not far from the prison of the Northern Government.
Of course, it was inevitable that it would give people a sense of intimidation, as if they had been tortured in prison and would be dragged directly to the morgue.
But in fact, this kind of thing was relatively rare.
The Northern Government had a strict investigation procedure for killing people. Those who killed indiscriminately today would be the prisoners of the Northern Government tomorrow. Those who killed people without orders would be punished.
Compared to the prison under the watch of the night watchman, the prison of the Northern Government was much milder.
The maids and eunuchs of the Longevity Palace were temporarily imprisoned here only to keep the case secret. Once the case was closed, they could be released. So basically, they would not be harmed.
Of course, the prison of the Northern Government was divided into different levels, corresponding to different prisoners. The so-called milder was only relative.
The deceased of Feng Gu's status was considered quite high in the morgue of the Northern Government, and he had a quiet room to himself.
There was a special guard at the door, and no one was allowed to enter without the seal of the Northern Government.
Even if Jiang Wang went in, there was a constable from the Northern Government who quietly stood in the room and routinely supervised things.
With all these measures, it was very difficult to do anything to Feng Gu's body. It was almost impossible to do it without being discovered by the senior Blue Medal.
A lonely stone coffin stopped in the middle of the room.
This kind of stone coffin was very precious, and not everyone was qualified to use it. The stone coffin itself was engraved with array patterns, which prevented the corpse from decomposing and preserved the state of death to the greatest extent.
So when Jiang Wang saw Feng Gu, the corpse did not have time to change.
The body was naked, and there were some very thin knife marks, which had been checked by the Blue Medal countless times.
Jiang Wang recognized that some of them were left by Lin Youxie. He had seen Lin Youxie dissect corpses with his own eyes, and he recognized his unique technique.
He gently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his left eye had turned red.
Under the state of the Eye of Qianyang, he examined the corpse and captured the details …
The result was, of course, nothing.
He did not find any injuries other than the strangulation marks on the neck, nor did he find any traces of tampering.
Jiang Wang did not expect to find anything. After the examination, he secretly used the Art of Remembrance to see if he could copy a little bit of Feng Gu's spirit …
However, he had died very thoroughly. His soul had dispersed completely, leaving not a single trace behind.
Looking at Feng Gu's eyes that were still wide open after death, Jiang Wang asked in his heart, "Do you know that what you want may never be realized?"
Of course, there was no answer to this question.
Jiang Wang withdrew the Eye of Qianyang and turned to leave.
The Blue Medal constable who accompanied Lord Jiang in for the autopsy was a middle-aged man in his forties.
He looked very reserved and reliable.
From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word.
He waited until Jiang Wang went out before following behind and walking out quickly.
When he passed by the stone coffin, he stretched out his palm and quickly swept over Feng Gu's body. His hand clenched into a fist, as if he had grabbed something. He followed closely behind Jiang Wang and stepped out of the morgue. He closed the door and locked it.
The whole process was as natural as moving clouds and flowing water …
No one should have discovered it.
He had such confidence. He lowered his eyes in a low-key manner and did not say a word.
But what he did not see was …
Jiang Wang, who was walking out of the long corridor, flipped his left hand, and a small dressing mirror had been quietly put away.
Jiang Wang used the Red Makeup Mirror to cover the morgue with the intention of helping him find possible clues. He looked at it once and checked it again through the Red Makeup Mirror.
He did not expect to "see" such an interesting scene.
Who was this Blue Medal constable who followed him to supervise him?
What did he want to do, and what did he do?
Jiang Wang did not think that it was a routine inspection of the body by the Beijing yamen. If it was just an inspection, there was no need to be so secretive. They should not have hidden it from Jiang Wang, the person who went to do the autopsy.
Without supervision, the inspection itself was unfair.
Jiang Wang walked out quietly.
There was no need to expose him now. First of all, it was easy to cut off the follow-up clues if he was exposed. Second of all, even if he observed with the Red Makeup Mirror, he did not find out what this person did to Feng Gu's body. Even if he made a fuss now and caught this person, he might not be able to get the "stolen goods". Instead, he would alert the enemy.
It was better to wait for the follow-up.
According to the rules, he signed and stamped with the person in charge of the morgue to confirm that he had been to the morgue and completed the inspection of Feng Gu's body.
Then, he left.
From the beginning to the end, Jiang Wang did not look at the constable who followed him into the morgue, but he had already memorized this person's face.
Thick eyebrows, deep eyes, and a big nose.
His eyes looked gentle. But that right hand was definitely the hand that had torn many people's hands.
It was too smooth and too steady.
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