Chapter 1658 New News!

? Chapter 1658

After Wang Chong finished speaking, he stared fixedly at King Song, waiting for his answer.

On the bed, there was a trace of hesitation in King Song's eyes. His eyelids trembled, and he wanted to blink, but he was hesitating, as if he was a little hesitant, or he was not too sure.

And the room was as silent as death, neither the old housekeeper nor Zhangchou Jianqiong spoke.

The assassination of the King of Song is of great importance. If it is not done well, it will cause a violent court turmoil. No one dares to intervene at such a time.

Time passed slowly in this silence.

On the bed, King Song's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, and looked at Wang Chong who was close at hand without moving.

Seeing King Song's eyes, Zhangchou Jianqiong beside him couldn't help being startled.

Whether it was business or private matters, he had contacted King Song many times, but Zhangchou Jianqiong rarely saw such a complex look in King Song's eyes.

King Song's expression was heavy, and he didn't seem to care too much about his own affairs. On the contrary, there was an inexplicable expectation and solemnity in his eyes, as if he wanted to tell Wang Chong something.

At that moment, even Zhangchou Jianqiong couldn't help being shaken.

"I see!"

In the silence, Wang Chong's voice sounded in the room. Wang Chong took a long breath, and slowly stood up from the bed. Some things don't need to be put into words, just a glance, Wang Chong already understands.

"Your Highness, rest well. Leave the rest to me!"

After leaving these words, Wang Chong left with a heavy heart.

And almost at the same time as Wang Chong walked out of the room, the sound of hasty footsteps came from behind, and at the same time, a voice rang from beside his ears:

"Is the matter... really serious to this point?"

At some point, Zhangchou Jianqiong followed. His brows were tightly frowned, and there was a thick haze between his brows, and he seemed to be preoccupied.

Wang Chong didn't speak,

Stop, some things no longer need to be expressed in words.

"So, is it really the eldest prince?"

Zhangchou Jianqiong finally couldn't help asking this sentence.

"I can't think of any other answer."

Wang Chong said calmly:

"Besides, I'm only worried now that all this is just the beginning!"

"Buzz!"

Hearing these words, Zhangchou Jianqiong was shocked, and his face suddenly changed.

"This, but, how could..."

At this moment, Zhangchou Jianqiong muttered to himself, lost his mind, as if he couldn't accept the answer at all. The Eldest Prince is the eldest son of the Holy Emperor, the first in line heir to the throne, and has been appointed as the regent by the Holy Emperor, the meaning has been revealed very clearly.

No accident, the future Holy Emperor is him!

Why did he do this?

Moreover, this is King Song! How dare he, doesn't he have any scruples in his heart?

Zhangchou Jianqiong is also a person who has experienced great storms, but at this moment, his heart is heavy. Although he couldn't see anything in front of him, Zhangchou Jianqiong clearly felt that there seemed to be a huge wave sweeping towards here in the dark.

This huge wave covers the sky and blocks the sun, and will change the sky of the entire Tang Dynasty!

Wang Chong didn't say a word. Zhangchou Jianqiong might be shocked, surprised, and unacceptable by this incident, but to Wang Chong, everything was very clear:

From the harem incident at the very beginning, to the recruitment of tens of thousands of aristocratic families in the capital by the Great Buddha Temple, to the recall of Gao Xianzhi, control of the Anxi Protectorate Army, and finding a way to transfer himself to Lingnan... everything is pointing to the one person.

Except for that one, Wang Chong really can't think of anyone else who has more motivation and reason to do so about King Song.

"You're too eager! It's not yours, it doesn't belong to you after all!"

This thought flashed through Wang Chong's mind. With a flick of his sleeves, he quickly left King Song's mansion

...

The situation of King Song is far from optimistic.

According to Dr. Zheng and a group of imperial physicians, the other party used highly poisonous, extremely vicious, and it was unheard of, unseen, and it was far from easy to get rid of the serious illness.

However, with Wang Chong's help, King Song has passed the most dangerous difficulty, and the next step is to take good care of him.

In addition, no matter before or after waking up, King Song never mentioned a single word about the person who assassinated him and the process of poisoning, even if Wang Chong asked about it, it was always a huge mystery.

——If the eldest prince sent someone to assassinate him, what can't be said?

But even so, Wang Chong secretly sent people to investigate this matter. No matter what, Wang Chong must find the person who secretly poisoned King Song.

However, even Wang Chong didn't expect that when he was investigating the King Song incident, another matter had unexpected progress.

"My lord, there is progress!"

Three days later, when Wang Chong was still in charge of investigating the assassination of King Song in the main hall of the foreign palace, Zhang Que walked in from the outside with an eagle on his shoulder, flushed cheeks, excitedly.

"My lord, do you still remember the piece of jade that we asked us to check before? We have found someone who knows the origin of that piece of jade!"

A moment later, under Wang Chong's amazed gaze, an octogenarian old jade craftsman walked tremblingly in from outside the hall, wearing a blue-gray robe that had been washed white.

"Grassman Du Jiangcheng pays his respects to the prince!"

The old jade craftsman walked into the main hall and saluted Wang Chong respectfully.

"Please, old man, there is no need to be polite!"

Wang Chong hurriedly got up and went to meet him.

"Old man, do you really recognize that piece of jade?"

Before, Wang Chong had already asked almost all the experienced and elderly jade craftsmen in the capital, but none of them recognized the origin of the jade pendant hanging on the ghost king's waist. Wang Chong originally thought that there was little hope for this matter, but he never expected that there would be a turning point at this time.

"The portrait of the prince, the grass people have some vague impressions in their hearts, but there are still some questions that must be consulted with the prince before they can know the answer."

The old jade craftsman said respectfully.

"oh?"

Wang Chong raised his brows slightly, and was greatly surprised:

"My husband, please tell me."

"On the portrait of the prince, the ancient jade is about seven inches six centimeters and four centimeters. Caomin wants to ask, is this painting of the prince based on the real size of the ancient jade? The ancient jade is also seven inches six centimeters and four centimeters. point?"

The old jade craftsman said.

When Wang Chong heard these words, his body trembled slightly, and he was greatly surprised. He never thought that the old jade craftsman would ask about the size of the ancient jade, and the other party directly estimated the size of the ancient jade on the portrait, even accurate to the point. Obviously, the old jade craftsman's experience and vision are extremely amazing.

"The portrait is not based on the actual size. The real ancient jade should be about eight inches and two centimeters."

Wang Chong said.

"No wonder, that's right! If my guess is correct, its length should be eight inches and seven centimeters."

The old jade craftsman muttered to himself, as if he had finally resolved the doubts in his heart.

"One last question!"

While speaking, the old jade craftsman stretched out a skinny hand into his bosom. Soon after a rustling sound, the old jade craftsman took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and the rice paper slowly spread out, revealing a portrait of an ancient jade, which was exactly the portrait of ancient jade that Wang Chong had painted before.

"My lord's painting is already very vivid, but it's still not fine enough. Cao Min would like to ask my lord, are there any grains as thin as spider silk, like roots on this part of that ancient jade."

"this……"

Hearing these words, Wang Chong was greatly surprised. Obviously, these questions asked by the old jade craftsman were too detailed. Even he had never thought about it before. The portraits of ancient jade can only draw accurate shapes and main patterns and carvings, but how can it be possible to draw such small lines on it.

And it was still night, the light was dim, and there was only a glimpse of time, how could one observe so carefully.

"wrong!"

Wang Chong was about to say that he couldn't remember clearly, but suddenly, he frowned and vaguely remembered something. Although the time is short, it is impossible to see so carefully, but the most basic characteristic of a strong person in the Subtlety Realm is to have strong insight and be able to feel the changes in various subtle energies between heaven and earth.

And the strong spiritual force enabled Wang Chong to firmly remember these small places, and even reproduce them in his mind.

Although the ghost king left in a hurry, Wang Chong clearly remembered that when he left, there was a faint flash of rainbow light on the surface of the ancient jade.

"It's not the roots like spider silk, but... some tiny blood-colored lines!"

Wang Chong suddenly said.

Hearing Wang Chong's words, the old jade craftsman trembled all over, as if being pricked by a needle. He raised his head abruptly and looked at Wang Chong with an extremely excited expression:

"It's the bloody pattern, it's the bloody pattern! That's right! It must be Gao Changyu!"

The old man's originally skinny cheeks suddenly flushed with excitement at this moment, as if a person encountered the most precious and most coveted thing in life.

"Gao Changyu is eight inches, one centimeter and seven centimeters. Unexpectedly, the old man is so old that he can still come into contact with this kind of thing at the last moment of his life!"

In the main hall, Wang Chong and Zhang Que looked at each other. The old jade craftsman's reaction was far beyond their expectations, but no matter what, it could be seen that he should know the origin of this thing.

"Old man, do you think this is a Gaochang jade? Is this kind of jade special?"

Wang Chong asked.

"Haha, the ancient jade you saw with blood-colored lines on its surface is Gaochang jade. Gaochang people also call it blood jade. It is the best jade. An old jade craftsman in the capital can handle one Gaochang jade in his lifetime. It’s really a life without regrets.”

The old jade craftsman said happily, his expression and temperament were completely different from just now.

Wang Chong frowned slightly. Although he had never heard of Gao Changyu, he could tell from the old jade craftsman's reaction that this should be a top-quality jade.

"Gaochang jade is the highest grade of jade, and its grade is extremely high. In the past, it was specially used for paying tribute, and it was exclusively used by the royal family. It is not accessible to ordinary people at all!"

"Buzz!"

Hearing these words, Wang Chong and Zhang Que were greatly shocked. Neither of them thought that the ancient jade would be a tribute.

The tributes in the royal family can only be accessed by the empresses of the Holy Queen's Palace, some favored princes, and very few important officials in the court.

The ghost king actually wears this kind of thing on his waist, which makes the whole thing look extraordinary and intriguing!