Wen Zhongqing is the director of the Jingzhao Mansion, and he is also a not-so-small official when he says it out. Not to mention, he will naturally have some skills in calligraphy and painting. This painting of him cannot be said to be different, on the contrary, it is still quite similar.
So here comes the question. The corpse died in such a tragic state, with such a hideous face, that even the parents might not recognize it. Wen Zhongqing still followed the painting. Can the onlookers recognize it
Gongsun Zhuoyu stared at the hideous face on the portrait, with a complicated mood.
Wen Zhongqing still didn't understand where the problem was, so he subconsciously said, "Your Excellency doesn't think it's the same, so my subordinate will go back and make some corrections?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his hand to stop it: "Don't, the more you change, the more troublesome it becomes."
His original intention was to let Wen Zhongqing restore the appearance of the deceased before he was alive, but he did not let him draw the state of death. No wonder Wen Zhongqing was frightened by this painting when I heard that the capital was haunted recently.
Gongsun Zhuoyu vaguely remembered that the yamen seemed to have a back kitchen, and everyone saw him hurriedly left the lobby, and came back after a while, but there was an extra piece of black charcoal in his hand. Wen Zhongqing asked subconsciously: "Sir, you are..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu rolled up his sleeves and said bluntly: "I painted it myself, your painting is too unsightly."
Wen Zhongqing was embarrassed on the face, but in his heart he wondered what Gongsun Zhuoyu could paint, I'm afraid it might not be as good as himself.
The appearance of the corpse was so damaged that it was impossible to see its original appearance. Gongsun Zhuoyu closed her torn mouth, and probably imagined her normal facial features. He used charcoal to draw on the paper, smearing and smearing, and after a long while, he closed his hand and handed it to Wen Zhongqing.
"Take this out and post it. Anyone who recognizes this woman and provides information to the government will be rewarded heavily."
Wen Zhongqing took it over subconsciously, but saw a picture of a beautiful woman on the paper, with a beautiful smile, full of charm. However, the rough sketches with charcoal pen, with only a few strokes, are actually indescribably similar, and it just feels that people are about to come alive.
Wen Zhongqing looked surprised: "Sir, this painting..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu clapped the charcoal scraps on his hands: "Hurry up and post it. If you can't find out the case, believe it or not, this officer will directly arrest you?!"
Wen Zhongqing believed it of course, and rushed to the yamen to post a notice in a panic.
Zuo Zuo looked worried: "Sir, if no one recognizes the notice, what should I do? The wax block of the corpse has been removed, I'm afraid it won't be preserved for long."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself that there was nothing he could do. He squatted beside the corpse, touched the fabric of the woman's body, and found that the texture was good, but with a double bun, there was no pearl ring and jade, more like a decent maid from a big family.
Hands are soft, well-maintained, and nails are rounded and short. There are some inconspicuous dot-shaped needle eyes on the thumb and index finger. Could it be that they are working in the embroidery room
Most of the hands of the best embroiderers are delicate and smooth. If there are calluses, the silk and the bottom material will be hooked accidentally, so they need to be carefully maintained.
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked at the light green clothes on the corpse thoughtfully. The rules of the big family are strict, and the maids must wear uniform uniforms. If the woman is really a maid, go door to door to find out which servants have the same clothes.
It's just that in this huge capital, the number of royal relatives, civil and military officials, and wealthy businessmen are too numerous to count. When the clues are found, the corpses are all rotten.
Besides, why do people ask you to search? It's just an ordinary petty official. If you really mess with the prince and grandson, I'm afraid that you will be beaten out without entering the door.
Gongsun Zhuoyu sighed and suddenly felt that Jing Zhaoyin's position was an air bag, and both sides were not pleased.
huh...
Here, after Wen Zhongqing posted the portrait, a crowd gathered next to the notice—a lot of people, but none of them came to recognize the corpse, they all came to watch the excitement. The literati and scholars looked up and down at the notice and were amazed.
"It's strange. I've never seen such a painting method before. It's really vivid. Although it looks rough, it's lifelike."
"Like ink but not ink, like charcoal eyebrow powder, can this thing also be painted?"
"This woman is quite beautiful."
Wen Zhongqing stood beside him for a long time, and found that the people who gathered were all wrong. He suddenly remembered Gongsun Zhuoyu's words, frowned and said solemnly: "If anyone knows this woman, provide information to the government, and Jingzhao Yin will be rewarded heavily. ."
With these words out, everyone's mind became alive. After all, Jing Zhaoyin is also a high-ranking official of the imperial court. Since he said so, if he provides information, the reward will not be too small, right? The wealthy people are okay, the common people are a little ready to move.
The world is hey, all come for profit. The world is vast, and all are for the benefit. That notice was just posted out—a day of effort, someone came to the government in the afternoon to report the case, claiming to know the woman.
Tang knelt down - a man dressed as a buddy, looking at him about thirty years old. He was probably coming to the yamen for the first time. He looked a little nervous and stammered: "Da... sire... Caomin has seen the woman on the notice."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was lying on the table dozing off. Hearing this, he immediately regained his energy and stared at him with bright eyes: "Where have you seen it before, let's hear it?"
Seeing Gongsun Zhuoyu's pleasant face, the man was not as stern as other officials, so he relaxed a little: "Master Hui, Caomin is a man from the Silk and Satin Village, and the woman in the portrait is named Siyun, who often comes to our store to buy Embroidery thread, even if you come and go, I know her, but I haven't seen her for a while."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought thoughtfully: "Then do you know where her family lives?"
The guy said: "I don't know about this Caomin. Caomin only knows that Siyun is the embroiderer of Hongfu. She is a good embroiderer. She often puts her embroidered handkerchiefs in private stores for consignment, which is very popular among female customers."
Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly heard some sensitive words, frowned and asked, "Hong Mansion? Which Hong Mansion?"
The man pointed to the south and said, "It's the mansion of Hong Shilang of the Ministry of Punishment. Just walk a few steps to Anping Square."
Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyelids kept fighting. He thought it wouldn't be so coincidental. He beat Hong Wentao only a few days ago. Why is this female corpse related to the Hong residence again. If you rush to the door to check, wouldn't you offend people to death
He frowned, and there was no countermeasure. The guy kneeling at the bottom saw that he was in a daze, and hesitantly said, "Sir? Lord?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu returned to his senses: "Huh?"
The guy rubbed his hands nervously, a little shy and a little embarrassed: "That...you said a reward..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu oh-sound, suddenly realized. He immediately got up and walked down to the court, helped the guy up from the ground with his own hands, then looked at Wen Zhongqing next to him, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any money?"
Wen Zhongqing hid the money bag behind him without a trace, shook his head vigorously, and smirked: "The villain is poor, this month's monthly salary has not been paid yet."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that he was really done, a dignified man who didn't even have a sliver of silver on his body. Frowning, he searched for a long time in his sleeve, and finally took out...
- Wen Qian...
Gongsun Zhuoyu stubbornly shoved the copper coin to the man, but his tone was solemn as if he had stuffed a hundred million in the past, and he said slowly: "Come, take it, go buy a steamed bun to eat."
Wen Zhongqing's face twitched when he heard this. The price of the capital is expensive, and the steamed buns cost at least two cents.
The guy was also shocked. He blinked, and stammered, "Da Da... Sir, - Wen Qian?"
This is a little different from what he imagined.
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked serious: "This is not ordinary - Wen Qian."
The guy wanted to say that this was just ordinary money - money, but because of Gongsun Zhuoyu's official prestige, he didn't dare to say it outright, and he could only admit that he was unlucky: "Then... Caomin thank you for your reward."
Gongsun Zhuoyu clicked his tongue, and made the most of his tricks: "Don't believe me, this copper coin is a token. If you are wronged in the future, with this copper coin, this official will do everything in his power to apologise for you."
This is the legendary empty promise.
But the ancient people were so fooled, the man really believed it. In the capital of the capital, where high-ranking officials and dignitaries gather, the ants and the common people can only survive in the cracks. If they can get a backing, it is better than anything else.
The guy was so excited that he couldn't even say a word: "Sir, is this true?!"
The old god Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded, then waved at him: "Naturally take it seriously, go back quickly."
The guy was overjoyed, banged his head twice, and left the mansion without seeing his teeth.
Wen Zhongqing was amazed by the side.
#It's so shameless#
Gongsun Zhuoyu got the clue of the identity of the female corpse, so he could not avoid going to Hong's house for a trip, but he had just made a grudge a few days ago, and he was afraid that he would not be able to please. Seeing that it was getting late, and when it was time to lose the value, he simply went in and changed into casual clothes, intending to go over the wall of the Hong family.
A few days ago, the young son of the Hong family suddenly fell ill and died suddenly. The old lady loved this grandson the most, and specially invited a Taoist priest to practice extravagance. When Gongsun Zhuoyu entered the Hong's backyard in the dark, he saw prayer flags hanging everywhere in the courtyard, and all the servants and servants were wearing plain belts, which was really eerie and terrifying.
The court proceedings in the front yard did not stop, and the Taoist priest chanted and sang the sutras of transcendence, which could be heard in the back yard.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't know whose yard he had walked into, and saw two maids in green clothes walking towards him from a distance, dodged and hid behind the tree, secretly observing their clothes, it was really the same as what the female corpse Siyun was wearing. -Sample.
The two maids were holding trays in their hands and complaining in a low voice.
Among them—Human Road: “Even though the practice is not like this, I recite the scriptures during the day and at night, and I can’t sleep well because of the noise. I went to serve the eldest young master today to give medicine, and I was scolded—tong.”
Another person comforted her: "The eldest young master has such a temper. He was arrested for no reason at the yamen and beaten. There is no reason not to lose his temper. In my opinion, you might as well hide for two days because of your illness."
This is talking about Hong Wentao.
The maid frowned and shook her head when she heard the words: "I don't dare to do anything at this time. If I offend the master, wouldn't it be He Siyun..."
She subconsciously recited these two words, and she suddenly fell silent in response, as if she had touched some taboo, and closed her mouth with a pale face. The other maid was also frightened, looked around anxiously, stomped her feet and scolded her in a low voice: "I told you to break your mouth and ask her what to do for no reason, hurry up and go!"
He hurriedly took his things and left.
Seeing them like this, Gongsun Zhuoyu couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why did these two maids - mention Siyun, as if they had seen a ghost. He was intent on continuing to investigate, but seeing that there were people everywhere because of the funeral, he had to leave first, planning to find a way tomorrow.
Gongsun Zhuoyu - Lu returned to the company's mansion, only to find that the mansion was empty, and the usual guards could not see. When I accidentally passed Shi Qianqiu's courtyard, I saw that he was doing Tai Chi in the courtyard, and quickly ran over: "Master, Master!"
Shi Qianqiu had a headache when he saw him, and the old god turned around, turned his back to him, and continued to practice, and he was too lazy to lift his eyelids.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was used to being cheeky, so he simply stood beside him and played Tai Chi with him, and his movements were quite decent.
- A large watermelon, cut in half in the middle, you - half, I - half~
Shi Qianqiu finally couldn't help but stop and sighed: "Is there something wrong with the adults?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu was stunned, he was fine, he just came to accompany the empty-nest old man.
Seeing him silent, Shi Qianqiu said: "The prisoner is a master. Although I have some skills, I may not be able to trace him."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was even more confused: "What kind of prison?"
Shi Qianqiu's action - paused: "Don't you know, sir? Ye Wuhen was rescued from the prison by a mysterious man today, and now the Ministry of Punishment and the Jinglu Division are catching him everywhere."
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked surprised when he heard the words, thinking that it was no wonder that the house was empty, Du Lingchun was not seen, and even Wu Yue was gone. So this happened.
The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu (salted fish lying down): But what does it have to do with me