Jiapingguan Chronicle

Chapter 931 The Same Yet Different

Jin Miaomiao stood beside King Tong, followed the rules, and bowed to him. After the worship, he did not rush to get started, but carefully re-examined King Tong from head to toe.

After reading it, she slowly straightened up and waved to Ying Shisan who was standing opposite.

"Come on, come and take a look."

Ying Shisan didn't know what Jin Miaomiao asked him to watch, but he still walked over obediently, and looked at King Tong very carefully, not letting go of a hair. After reading it, he sighed a long time. Take a breath.

"You're so young, why are you always moaning?" Jin Miaomiao leaned against the window, looking at Ying Shisan cheerfully, "Tell me, what do you think?"

"People are deader than people, and goods are thrown away." Ying Shisan leaned against Jin Miaomiao and shook his head lightly, "You said, he is also a soldier, why is he so handsome, why am I so handsome?" It looks so..." He stretched out his hand to touch his face, "The big and thick one?"

"Who told you to watch this?!" Jin Miaomiao kicked him lightly, "Prince Tong was born in the south of the Yangtze River, where the people are outstanding, and the mountains and rivers are very nourishing, so naturally they are very delicate." She Glancing at Shadow Thirteen, he slightly raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't I know that you judge people by their appearance?"

"I don't judge people by their appearance, just feel a little bit."

"You don't need to be emotional, you are not bad at all." Jin Miaomiao patted Ying Shisan's arm, "I almost let you run away, I didn't let you see if he is handsome, I just let you see , Did you find anything wrong with him?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Ying Shisan turned around and looked twice, shook his head at Jin Miaomiao, and said in confusion, "I didn't see anything wrong, isn't it normal? "

"Normal?" Jin Miaomiao chuckled, "Tell me first. According to historical records, when did King Tong pass away?"

"The records in the historical materials..." Ying Shisan quickly went through the information of King Tong in his mind, and shook his head at Jin Miaomiao, "The historical materials did not say the exact time of his death, but only said that he passed away in Daqing. After Xia invaded Xijing, this person disappeared, and no one saw his whereabouts again. However, there is no official history, but many folk unofficial histories have records. From time to time, some people say that they have seen someone who looks like King Tong People. The last time such a rumor appeared was twenty to thirty years ago."

"That's right." Jin Miaomiao snapped his fingers and looked at Ying Shisan admiringly, "Then tell me, according to the records in the wild history, how old should King Tong be when he completely disappeared?"

"Then..." Ying Shisan raised his head and thought for a while, "You must be two hundred years younger?" He shook his head at Jin Miaomiao, "Isn't that ridiculous? How can anyone live..."

He originally wanted to say how could anyone live such an old age, but when he saw Jin Miaomiao's half-smile expression, he suddenly remembered that the person sitting outside drinking tea in the yard, the eldest elder of his family, lived longer than two Centenarians are much more.

"This..." He blinked, "Sister Miao Miao, this kind of situation is very rare. It's very rare to meet one, so we can't meet another one, right?"

"It's hard to say." Jin Miaomiao looked at King Tong on the bed and chuckled, "How old do you think King Tong is like this?"

"Hmm..." Ying Shisan looked at King Tong, and then at Emperor Chongde next to him, "It should be about the same, right? Around three to forty?"

"Are you sure?"

"I just have this feeling, but I'm not quite sure." Ying Shisan put his hands together, bowed to Jin Miaomiao, and begged for mercy, "Sister Miao Miao, just let me go, you know I'm special in this respect I'm not good at it, if you have any questions, just tell me, don't test me again, please."

"After answering my last question, I can answer your questions." Jin Miaomiao raised his chin towards the yard outside the window, "Think about the portrait of King Tong you saw just now, and compare it with King Tong himself. What do you think? What's the difference here?"

"Portrait?" Ying Shisan gently pushed open the window, glanced at the portrait of King Tong hanging on the easel from afar, then turned around and looked at King Tong himself lying on the bed, "The portrait is different from the person himself. There should be quite a lot, right? No matter how powerful a painter is, he can't guarantee that the characters he draws are exactly the same as himself, right? Especially court painters, Chunqiu's brushwork has always been very skillful, so there is nothing to worry about. Comparable?"

"You are right. The portrait does weaken some of the person's characteristics. The artist will unconsciously cover up some of the so-called weaknesses of this person. But what I want you to pay attention to is not the obvious difference in appearance or body shape. "

"what is that?"

"It's the demeanor, it's the first impression you get." Jin Miaomiao looked out the window, "The King Tong in the portrait is full of vigor and vigor, even if the person he loves the most is seriously ill, even if his so-called relatives come to pester him, Even though there are many messy things that need him to deal with, he still has a kind of momentum, a kind of unyielding energy. But if you look at this person on the bed, he feels very peaceful, without any edges and corners. Fengshuang, everything is very light."

"I still agree with the first half of what you said. But..." Ying Shisan raised his chin and looked at the person on the bed, "He is already like this, how can you judge that he had fully realized before he passed away?"

"Feeling." Jin Miaomiao smiled at Ying Shisan, "Don't underestimate the feeling of a woman. Although it is not very accurate, it is more accurate than you. Besides, you have seen all kinds of corpses these years. Right? Do you think they are the same as King Tong?"

"You put it this way..." Ying Shisan thought for a while, then nodded slightly, "It's more convincing than your feeling."

"Really?" Jin Miaomiao stretched her waist, "Besides, there is one more important thing." She pointed to King Tong and then to Emperor Chongde, "Even if I haven't started yet, I can I saw that the color of King Tong's fingernails is the same as that of Emperor Chongde."

"Ah? Is it the same? I didn't notice." Ying Shisan was startled, and leaned over to look again, "Is it the same? Different? Aren't his nails white?"

"The same but different." Jin Miaomiao smiled, "The same is that their nails are indeed that blue color, but the difference is that Emperor Chongde's nails all turned into that color, And King Tong only has a little nail root."

"This means..." Ying Shisan stroked his chin, "They took the same pill, didn't they?"

"That's right." Jin Miaomiao turned around and looked at the yard, "I have an idea, and I need to verify it myself."

(End of this chapter)