Chapter 1383: All Living Things

Bedroom, study, martial arts field, mourning hall, flower garden, quiet room, and even some hidden doors and hidden rooms...

Souls flow like water.

As the saying goes, "Living changes the spirit, and nourishment changes the body." Conversely, people will also affect the environment they live in.

Observing this palace in such detail is also to understand Jiang Wuqi from another perspective.

The brightness of the past and the sadness of today are all due to one person.

One person, one life, one spirit.

Jiang Wang observed very seriously. A peerless person like Jiang Wuqi, who aims to penetrate the truth in one step, must have his unique understanding of the world. These understandings may not be unified, but they are definitely worth understanding and learning.

As the saying goes, "When you see a virtuous person, you should think about being like him; when you see an unvirtuous person, you should think about yourself."

The process of further understanding Jiang Wuqi is also a process of self-enlightenment.

With the help of the red makeup mirror, Jiang Wang almost missed no details.

There is a lot of valuable information, but the information that may be related to the assassination of Concubine Lei cannot be found.

Looking at the two Qingpai captains who were still busy in front of him, Jiang Wang swallowed a sigh in his heart.

He knew there was another possibility - maybe he had seen the corresponding clues, but he didn't know that it was related to the assassination of Concubine Lei.

After all, he only knew a few words about the major case in the 38th year of Yuanfeng.

Who was involved, who was the most suspicious at that time, and why it became an unsolved case in the end... He didn't know anything.

Maybe he didn't recognize the clues in front of him, and what he thought before was still a bit naive.

After all, everyone has their own expertise, maybe he can only wait for the results of Lin Youxie or Zheng Shangming's search...

Jiang Wang used the red makeup mirror to scan aimlessly, and his attention suddenly turned back to the screen wall in the front hall.

When Feng Gu sent him away that day, he stopped in front of this screen wall and said a few words. That was also the last communication between Feng Gu and him.

At that time, the first sentence of Feng Gu was - "My Lord, do you believe in the Eleventh Prince?"

Now thinking about it, is there any deep meaning in that question?

Is there any hidden information in the place where he deliberately stopped?

Since Feng Gu hoped that he would supervise the progress of the case in his suicide note, it is reasonable to infer that he should have left some clues for himself... just like the knife that Lin Youxie received.

But Jiang Wang carefully recalled it many times and never found 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 entered and exited Changsheng Palace. On the back of the screen wall was a very delicate painting, and the title on the right was "All Living Beings".

The signature was "Master of Changsheng Palace".

Jiang Wuqi himself was proficient in calligraphy, painting, poetry and calligraphy, and left many calligraphy treasures in the palace. Jiang Wang had seen a lot of them, and although he knew they were very good, to be honest, his appreciation of these things was only at the level of applauding. It was hard to say what was good about them...

Therefore, when he compared the painting on the wall, he just glanced at it casually and did not pay attention to it. Now he is alert and observes it carefully, and he can't help but marvel at it.

In this painting, there are peddlers, kings, generals, and thousands of people with different faces, all of which are lifelike.

Moreover, there are carved railings and painted buildings, and the hustle and bustle of traffic. There are distant mountains, deep and quiet water, flowers and birds, green trees, old men and naughty children.

If you look closely, it is really "one painting shows all living things".

It is not just people doing their jobs, but also some stories happened in some places.

People playing and fighting, hugging each other, welcoming and seeing off...

For example, in the lower left corner of this mural, there is a person dressed neatly and decently, with his left index finger gently tapping his ear and his right finger pointing at the paper on the table in front of him... It is obvious that he has difficulty hearing and is asking for written communication.

And the person opposite him, who is talking with his head up, is wearing patched clothes, his eyes are dull, and one hand is leaning on a blind stick, which is obviously a person with impaired vision...

The communication between the deaf and the blind, the former gesticulating and the latter talking endlessly, is really strange.

For example, a farmer was carrying manure on the river bank, and passers-by covered their noses.

Only an old fisherman held his rod without moving, looking calm... It was obvious that his nose was broken.

Because of this lost sense of smell, he lost some wonderful things and avoided some troubles.

There are many such examples.

The more you look at such a mural, the more wonderful it is.

It is really wonderful everywhere, as if it depicts "people" and "life".

Along the way, Jiang Wang has seen the magnificent waves and the ripples of the breeze. He has seen many people and known many people. He created the human-shaped sword, saw all living beings, and evolved all living beings.

In just a few years after transcendence, he saw many wonderful things that many people have never seen in their lives.

But after all, it was only "a few years".

I never dared to say that this human-shaped sword has been perfected, let alone that I have seen all the people in the world.

At this time, carefully observing this painting is like experiencing the painter's experience again, and in the world constructed by the painter, I have seen thousands of kinds of life... I have gained a lot.

Zheng Shangming, who was searching for secrets in every book with a secret method, suddenly turned back in shock and had already noticed the terrifying sword intent on Jiang Wang's body. It was hidden but not yet revealed, but it had the power to destroy mountains.

He had long known that Jiang Wang was powerful, and he firmly believed that Jiang Qingyang was the number one genius in Qi.

After all, the lesson of the fight at Ganma Mountain was profound enough. After that, Jiang Wang made rapid progress. Every time he heard about his achievements, he almost lost his voice. He broke the legend step by step and created history.

But those achievements were far away after all.

Right in front of him, this guy stood at the door for a long time, and his swordsmanship improved?

Is this the peerless genius?

In the past, Jiang Wuqi suppressed his progress in cultivation by drinking medicine, and in the future, Jiang Qingyang learned swordsmanship after standing guard for a while.

Zheng Shangming looked at the military classic "Nine Theories of Selecting Generals and Eight Methods of Selecting Soldiers" in his hand, and suddenly felt that life was boring.

If talents are compared to soldiers, I am afraid that Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuqi are only generals of one theory, and I may be in the fifth or sixth theory...

The weight of the sight instantly touched Jiang Wang, and he calmly restrained his sword intention and temporarily let go of the observation of the "All Living Things". He looked at Zheng Shangming and Lin Youxie, who was also surprised, and asked softly: "Have you found a clue?"

He almost sent a voice message to ask separately, but fortunately he was still sober and did not cause an embarrassing scene.

Zheng Shangming shook his head: "Feng Gu's death is full of doubts, and the clues are scattered. Although some information has been collected, it is not certain whether it is useful. We need to go back and compare the confessions to confirm... Where is Deputy Envoy Lin?"

"Same as you." Lin Youxie said in a calm voice.

Zheng Shangming discussed and asked: "Then should we go back first, or continue?"

Lin Youxie said: "Let's go back first, I will test the bowl of medicine soup."

The inspection of the medicine soup must be carried out in the inspection house. Lin Youxie said that he would test it himself, and it is impossible that there is no supervision from others. Therefore, Zheng Shangming did not care much, just carefully put the military classics in his hand back far away.

"Then let's go back first and come back tomorrow." He looked at Jiang Wang: "Lord Jiang, do you want to go back first, or go back to the inspection house with us? You now have the right to inspect Feng Gu's body, investigate the relevant files, and interrogate the relevant personnel."

Jiang Wang looked at the two people and could not judge whether they had obtained the clues they wanted...

This is good, so as not to worry.

"Go to the inspection house." He said.

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The carriage has already started, and the palace gate behind it is locked again.

Changsheng Palace has returned to silence.

Jiang Wang is still thinking about the screen wall.

The location of this screen wall is not far from the gate of Changsheng Palace, and the mural was painted by Jiang Wuqi himself, so it can certainly represent some of Jiang Wuqi's ideas, or tendencies.

One stroke of the mural depicts all living beings, which is of course very clear.

But does this "all living beings" mean "seeing all living beings and embracing all living beings"?

Or does it mean "ruling all living beings, first knowing all living beings"?

Do the things that the kings, generals, ministers, peddlers and hawkers are experiencing represent Jiang Wuqi's views on the current situation?

Is there any mystery behind Feng Gu's stopping here at that time?

In such a painting of thousands of people with thousands of faces, Jiang Wang silently recalled the portraits that stopped, observing what they were doing, in order to find possible connections.

This is a meticulous and long job, and it is difficult to be distracted.

The carriage stopped.

"We're here." Zheng Shangming got off the car first.

Lin Youxie followed closely behind.

The three people were thinking their own thoughts and did not communicate.

Jiang Wang followed them and walked into the Beiya again.

Such a government office with huge power occupies a very large area. Jiang Wang has been here several times, but what he saw is still superficial, and he does not have a full picture of the Beiya in his mind.

Today is the first time I have seen the Beiya prison -

An iron house stands on a bare flat ground, with no other buildings around it, and no stone slabs to block it. The iron house itself is just a place for guards to verify identities, and the real prison is underground.

Zheng Shangming went to interrogate the maids and eunuchs of Changsheng Palace, while Lin Youxie went to check the bowl of medicine soup first.

Jiang Wang did not follow either of them and went straight to the morgue.

Beiya has a special morgue, not far from Beiya prison...

Of course, it is inevitable that it will give people some intimidation, as if torture in prison will be directly dragged to the morgue.

But in fact, this kind of thing is still relatively rare.

Beiya has a strict review procedure for killing people. Those who kill people indiscriminately today will be in Beiya jail tomorrow. Those who kill people without orders must be held accountable.

Compared with the Tianlao, which is under the jurisdiction of the night watchmen, the Beiya jail is much gentler.

The maids and eunuchs in Changsheng Palace were temporarily detained here just for the secrecy of the case. Once the case is closed, they can go out, so basically they will not be harmed.

Of course, there are different levels inside the Beiya jail, corresponding to different prisoners. The so-called "gentle" is only relative.

For a deceased person like Feng Gu, he is considered to have a high level in the Beiya morgue and enjoys a quiet room.

There are special people guarding the door, and no one is allowed to enter or leave without the seal of Beiya.

Even if Jiang Wang goes in, there is a Beiya constable accompanying him, quietly standing in the room, routinely supervising matters.

Under these measures, it is very difficult to tamper with Feng Gu's body. It is even more impossible to tamper with it without being discovered by those senior Qingpai.

A lonely sarcophagus was parked in the center of the room.

This kind of sarcophagus is very precious, and not everyone is qualified to use it. The sarcophagus itself is engraved with array patterns, which prevents the body from rotting and preserves the state of death to the greatest extent.

So when Jiang Wang saw Feng Gu, the body had not yet changed.

The body was naked, with some very fine knife marks, which had been checked countless times by the Qingpai.

Jiang Wang recognized that some of them were left by Lin Youxie. He had seen Lin Youxie dissecting corpses with his own eyes and knew her unique method.

He closed his eyes gently, and when he opened them again, his left eye had turned red.

In the state of Qianyang Pupil, he examined the body and captured the details...

The result, of course, was nothing.

No injuries other than neck strangulation marks were found, and no traces of anyone having moved their hands or feet were found.

Jiang Wang didn't expect to find anything. After the inspection, he secretly used the memorial technique to see if he could recreate a little bit of Feng Gu's spiritual aura...

But he died completely, his soul was completely dispersed, and no trace was left.

Looking at Feng Gu's still wide-open eyes after his death, Jiang Wang asked in his heart: "Do you know that what you want may never come true?"

There is certainly no answer to this question.

Jiang Wang put away his Qianyang Eyes and turned around to leave.

The green police detective who accompanied Lord Jiang for the autopsy was a middle-aged man in his forties.

Looks very restrained and reliable.

From beginning to end, he was silent.

He waited until Jiang Wang went out, then followed him and walked out quickly.

When passing the sarcophagus, he stretched out his palm and quickly passed over Feng Gu's body. He clenched his hand into a fist, as if he had grabbed something. Following Jiang Wang, he stepped out of the morgue, closed the door and locked it.

There was no fireworks in the whole process, it was as natural as flowing clouds...

It should not be discovered by anyone.

He has such confidence. He lowered his eyes low-key and said nothing.

But what he failed to see was...

Jiang Wang, who was walking out in the corridor, turned his left hand and saw that a small dressing mirror had been quietly put away.

Jiang Wang covered the morgue with red mirrors, originally to help him find possible clues. Look at it yourself and look at it again through the red mirror.

Unexpectedly, I "saw" this interesting scene.

Who is this green-branded police officer who is accompanying him to supervise?

What does the person want to do and what has been done?

Jiang Wang didn't think that it was a routine examination of the corpse in Beiya. If it was just an examination, there was no need to be so secretive, and it shouldn't even be hidden from Jiang Wang, the person who went to do the autopsy.

Inspection without supervision is itself unfair.

Jiang Wang walked out calmly.

There is no need to expose it now. If someone comes out to do something like this, it will be easy to cut off any subsequent clues after being exposed. Secondly, even if he observed with a red makeup mirror, he didn't find out what this man did to Feng Gu's body. Even if a commotion breaks out now and this person is caught, he may not be able to seize the "stolen", but will only frighten the snake.

It’s better to wait for the follow-up.

Following 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 leave.

From beginning to end, Jiang Wang didn't take a second look at the policeman who followed him into the morgue, but he had already firmly remembered this man's face in his heart——

Thick eyebrows, deep eyes, and a big nose.

The eyes look gentle. But that right hand has definitely torn into pieces the hands of many people.

Too stretchy, yet too stable.

Two in one, see you tomorrow.