When Qiushan Jun passed by Xunyang City, he saw that pastoral wine poems killed Bie Tian Xin, so he drew some pictures for Bie Hong.
"How do you know?"
Tsing yi guest finally spoke.
His eyes staring at other red and bronze masks are still deep, but they have given off the smell of death.
At some point, Kanazawa's blood kept overflowing from the gap in the mask, and he looked at it with a rare feeling.
"Xin Gonggong should not appear in Fengyang County."
The other red hand wiped the blood on his lips and said, "He looks too deliberate. It feels like someone deliberately let him be seen by us."
"This is indeed a loophole, or an imperfect place."
"I didn't arrange this," said the guest in Tsing Yi. "Someone in your court wanted to wash it off by the way."
People on the cliff can't understand this conversation, but naturally they can understand it.
Wang Xiang's hand has left his belt, his eyes are moving, and he doesn't know what he's thinking. Another red color said, "Yes, the smell of Xuanshuanglong can't be faked, so until just now I thought it was his holiness."
Tsing Yi guest asked, "Then how can you be sure that I killed your son, or that I am a suspect?"
Hearing this, there was an uproar over the cliff.
Some people vaguely guessed that this might be a plot against the Pope, but it was hard to avoid being shocked to hear the guest in Tsing Yi admit it himself.
"I doubt it, because someone showed me something on the way up the mountain."
Another red wave, a few pieces of paper floating out of the sleeve, quietly hanging in the air around, rustled by the mountain wind.
Those papers are white, with someone's drawing in charcoal on them.
The lines in those paintings are not complicated, but the details are very rich.
In the first picture, there is an alley, an ancient locust and a young man.
Young people's faces are painted lifelike, and their eyebrows seem to fly, just like real people.
Looking at the young man in the painting, there is a trace of pain on his red face.
Alleys and pagodas are the corners of Qiu Hancheng, and that young man is his son.
In the second picture, there is a chariot. When the painter puts pen to paper, a gust of wind should knock on the curtains.
It should have been a glimpse, but under the painter's charcoal pen, it became a static record.
There is a beautiful and arrogant girl in the window, a Tsing Yi guest wearing a bronze mask.
This is the Tsing Yi guest on the cliff today.
In the rest of the paintings, the contents are different, such as the river waterfall that broke out outside the Han and Autumn Dynasties, and the young men and women walked side by side.
Every painting is an extremely accurate record, and you can clearly know what Tianxin did and who he met.
When Tian Xin dies, these records will become clues.
Tsing Yi guest looked at these paintings and was silent for a long time. Suddenly he asked, "Do you believe these paintings?"
Another kind of red said, "I believe in the painter, but I still only doubt it." Finally, your appearance is the real evidence. "
"Now that I think about it, it is really unwise for me to make moves today, but if you are not suspicious, you will not make a decision so soon. I still have a chance to kill Chen Changsheng and leave. I think about it, I still lost to this painter. "
Looking at the painting, the guest in Tsing Yi frowned and said, "I claimed that I had pearls in my hand, and no one could break this game, but I didn't expect that my whereabouts were all seen by this person. I don't know who can watch me for so long, but I didn't show up. "
Another kind of red says, "Qiushan Jun."