"So, the prince believes that the poison is related to Luoge? But, this evidence is too insufficient!"
Yang Yanjing shook his head slowly, "No, only Luoge needs to be poisoned this time! What they want is to use corpses to pollute the water source, so as to spread the poison to the entire capital and make the whole capital panic!"
Hearing this, Li Xiangren gasped. Luoge is so cruel that he wants to drag the whole capital into the water!
Inside the inn.
Sitting at the tea table in a red dress, playing with a few tokens on the table. There is nothing surprising about the guest room, but because of the frown and movement of the man in red, it has been upgraded a few grades.
He spread out a stack of tokens one by one, one, two... a total of five tokens.
The man in red spread out the tokens and piled them up again, as if these tokens had some kind of magical power. The man played with it endlessly, like a child of a few years old, but the occasional violent look between his eyebrows and eyes made people shudder.
"Five tokens, it's almost time to collect them all! Wait for me to open the secret realm..."
Dong dong dong, a knock on the door interrupted the man in red's soliloquy.
The man in red frowned, a tyrannical look flashed across his brows, and he sternly shouted: "Get out!"
The person who came to report was a Luoge disciple, with his waist bowed deeply, his eyes fixed on his toes, and he walked in slowly.
"Report to the Pavilion Master that the Poison Man's plan has been destroyed..."
There was a loud bang, and the Luoge disciple secretly raised his eyes, only to see that a corner of the tea table had been turned into powder. The disciple secretly wiped his sweat while the man in red was looking away.
"The plan failed? Then what is the main use of you!?"
The man in red supported the table with one hand, and leaned towards the disciple in the opposite direction. He felt a deep sense of oppression and leaned down, making the disciple almost out of breath.
"However!" the disciple said hastily, "The Poison Man Project has successfully diverted their attention. At this moment, all their energy is focused on finding the dead body!"
"The news is reliable?"
"Reliable! Absolutely reliable! Today, the Seventh Prince took Li Xiangren to Dali Temple to participate in the investigation of the poisonous man's plan! This is what the spies saw with their own eyes, absolutely reliable!"
The man in red nodded slightly, and his face softened slightly. He covered the five tokens with his hand again, and put them into his sleeve with a wave of his hand. There was a smile on his face, and it seemed that the delicate face that was not inferior to a woman revealed a faint smile. Murderous.
"Very good, very good, it seems to be one step closer to success..." the man in red murmured from inside the room.
The Qiqiao Festival is very lively every year, Fenghuang led Ling Yao and Chang Zhen to the night market.
Ling Yao tugged at Fenghuang's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Princess, they... those who have fallen into the pavilion are still following!"
Fenghuang smiled and waved his hands, without explaining much, he led Ling Yao and Chang Zhen forward.
The Qiqiao Festival is mostly an activity for girls in the boudoir, Fenghuang didn't want to lick his face to join in the fun, and walked all the way, but it has a festive atmosphere.
Chang Zhen followed Fenghuang calmly all the way, until she walked around, she came up and asked, "Princess, are you going back, it's not safe outside."
Fenghuang pressed the center of her eyebrows, with Yang Yanjing's Twelve Songs Dark Guards, her situation couldn't be safer.
Raising his eyes, Fenghuang's eyes suddenly focused on an old man in the corner. There was also a stall in front of the old man, but it was very deserted, which was incompatible with the bustle of the night market.
"Let's go and have a look." Fenghuang greeted and walked towards the old man's booth first.
There is no reason why the old man’s stall is deserted. On this Qiqiao Festival, other stall owners in the night market are selling interesting gadgets, but the old man insists on being unique, and what he sells are some calligraphy and paintings, and they are still old. .
Finally, the stall was visited by someone, but the old man was not in a hurry to greet him, but just sat quietly. Fenghuang didn't take it seriously, and walked around looking at the dilapidated calligraphy and paintings one by one, his brows gradually furrowed.
This batch of calligraphy and painting is really not surprising, and the price is only worth a few copper coins. Fenghuang can't figure it out, since they are all ordinary calligraphy and painting, why come here to buy and sell them at the Qiqiao Festival night market.
Ling Yao glanced at these calligraphy and paintings, and whispered: "Princess, why didn't I see what is so good about these calligraphy and paintings? I hope you can enlighten me."
Fenghuang smiled calmly, "It's not that you don't have enough appreciation, but that the calligraphy and painting are not surprising at all."
Fenghuang's words did not suppress his voice on purpose, the gentle voice was heard clearly in the old man's ears, the old man finally raised his head and opened his eyes to look at Fenghuang. The emotion in those old eyes that had been up and down for half a lifetime, Fenghuang couldn't tell for a while.
It's not that Fenghuang doesn't know calligraphy and painting at all, on the contrary, she can be regarded as half an expert, but even her eyesight can't see the strangeness of these calligraphy and painting.
However, if these calligraphy and paintings are nothing unusual, how to explain the meaningful eyes of the old man
Fenghuang wanted to leave, but she couldn't move her legs. In the end, she slowly bent down and picked up a pair of calligraphy and paintings that were spread on the floor. What Fenghuang didn't see was that from the moment she lowered her body, the old man's chaotic eyes had been focused on her.
Fenghuang picked up the painting and looked at it. The painting was a landscape painting, but the brushwork lacked spirituality.
wrong!
Feeling strange, Fenghuang moved his fingers slightly, and then suddenly turned the painting over.
When turning over, Fenghuang kept watching the old man selling calligraphy and painting from the corner of his eyes, seeing the faint flash of light in his eyes, he understood it.
It turned out that the strange thing was behind the picture scroll. The front side is old calligraphy and painting, the back side is neat and flat, and the back side is densely packed with words!
The characters are very small, so Fenghuang needs to get close to read them. However, no matter how close they got, Fenghuang couldn't understand what these words meant.
The text on the back of the calligraphy and painting is different from all that she has ever seen and understood. For the first time, this former mercenary queen felt deeply helpless.
"Do you recognize this kind of writing?" Fenghuang held up the scroll and asked Ling Yao and Chang Zhen.
Ling Yao took a few glances and shook his head decisively. Chang Zhen looked at it for a long time, then said hesitantly: "This, this may be the Sanskrit in the legend..."
Sanskrit? Sanskrit will also appear here, which is a bit unbelievable.
Phoenix nodded thoughtfully. She can confirm that she has never heard this kind of writing mentioned before, but she just feels that she should take this painting, no matter what the price is.
This painting may be of great use in the future! Phoenix has always respected his sixth sense.
Fenghuang lowered his body and asked loudly, "Boss, how much is this painting?"
The old man raised his head, showing a strange smile, "Five thousand taels of gold, and I won't sell anything less!"
"Five thousand taels!?" Chang Zhen exclaimed, "Why don't you blackmail me, old man!"
"Five thousand taels?" There was a smile in the old man's eyes, like an amiable old neighbor, his eyes focused on Fenghuang, "Girl, tell me, five thousand taels?"
Fenghuang raised his eyebrows, and looked at the scroll in his hand that was full of words, his eyes flashed with contemplation, but there was no thought in his heart.