Qingchuan History

Chapter 482 Xuejian Fengting Pass ([-])
The last sentence is in a strange order.

Prince Yin has mental illness and will be kept in the East Palace for many years, which is not considered house arrest, but according to Lord Yin's will, he seldom goes out and does not open the door to welcome guests.

Ruan Xueyin goes back once or twice a year, and stays no more than three days each time, so it's not surprising that she hasn't been to the East Palace before.

But in any case, entering the Eastern Palace is easier than entering the Eastern Palace Medicine Garden.

And this sentence clearly puts more emphasis on Donggong.

This place is Fengting Pass.

Gu Xinglang Zhengxing asked about the past.

Almost immediately everyone understood why Ruan Xueyin spoke of the East Palace.

There is also a survivor among the main characters who witnessed the Battle of Fengting Pass.

one party.

A best witness who should have a lot to say but none of which will be taken into consideration.

Prince Yin Ruan Ji.

All those who were born in the royal family immediately realized what this car was.

Jin Yuchi.

The carriages of the Yin Kingdom that were specially used by the Eastern Palace have been handed down for nearly 300 years. It is said that the car body has been repaired or even replaced, except for the four wheels, which are considered to be inherited.

The soft curtain of the car body is swaying in the snow in the dark valley, and the light of the fire is extraordinarily bright, and the four wheels under it are big and old, but heavy, and they have supported the Ruan family for 300 years.

"Ms. Pei's driving a gold and jade gallop, did you get Junjun's permission?" At this point, Murong Lin didn't bother to save his words, and asked while staring at Ruan Zhong.

"King Su's question is unnecessary." Without waiting for Ruan Zhong's answer, Ruan Xueyin quickly replied, "Jin Yuchi is the Prince's chariot, as long as the East Palace permits it, there is no need for the monarch's approval."

The fire light jumped twice in Murong Lin's translucent tiger eyes.

As if she didn't want to deal with the other party anymore or just wanted to get straight to the point and cut through the mess, Ruan Xueyin folded her hands and lifted her feet to get out of the car,
"It's rare for Xueyin to come back. She knocked on the east palace gate three times and couldn't enter. Finally, she went in a few days ago to visit the prince. I found out that although the prince is as intelligent as a child, he has a talent for painting. After several years of painting, the table There are hundreds of paintings scattered in the cabinets, stacked up in a thick stack."

Everyone saw something between the hands wrapped in the cloak.

Paper.

A not-so-thin pile, wrapped lightly by the white fingers, the cloak appeared in the night firelight after these words, crumpled, yellow and white in different shades, it must be different years.

Jing Tingge frowned slightly, a little contemptuously, "Don't tell me that Ruan Ji has completely drawn the events of that year."

Ruan Xueyin glanced at her again, a little impatiently, "Doesn't your neck hurt?"

"It's shallow and cold, I don't feel anything." Jing Tingge stretched his slender neck, feeling a little bit, "It seems to be frozen now?"

Murong Lin's complexion was even darker.

Ruan Xueyin was quite speechless, squatted down, and spread the papers in her hands on the open space full of gravel.

Lay raw paper and cooked paper on the floor? !Gu Xinglang looked worried.The ripe ones are okay, but the raw ones turn into ink when they meet water, and the snow is falling. Could it be that the physical evidence is destroyed before the words are finished?

Thinking about it like this, he coughed lightly and was about to step forward——

"Familiar." Ruan Xueyin raised her eyes when he coughed, and said two words that others heard inexplicably.

Not too stupid.Gu Xinglang glanced back, Ruan Xueyin felt demoralized, stopped looking at him, bowed her head and continued to move.

Snow flakes drifted away, sweeping across the yellow and white old paper and disappearing into nothingness in an instant.Ever since Jing Tingge's joking words, everyone's thoughts have been on the stack of papers, which are stretched out on the ground at this moment——

It is clearly a meticulous painting, so cooked paper is used to prevent excessive smudging; the brushstrokes of the detailed outlines and layers of lines are freehand, and they are crazy, unconstrained, and raging.

The coloring is not as beautiful as ordinary fine brushwork, and it is all covered with a layer of dust.

There is also a lot of blank space.The magnificent palace-like buildings, the vast mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are all grand scenes, but the paintings are so small that they do not match the white paper, leaving a large blank space, and the sky does not look like the sky, lonely and forested.

The palace is Wei Palace.

Mountains and rivers are the landscape of the entire northwestern part of the mainland based on Fengting Pass.

When dozens of sheets of drawing paper are spread out, everyone carefully inspects and connects the edges of the paper, so that the characteristics of the buildings and mountains and rivers will be revealed, and the content of the painting will be confirmed.

The two particularly conspicuous blood-splattered reds also jumped out from the gray-pressed fine brushwork.

The extremely bright red is like Chunshanzhu produced in the south of Baiguo, the most authentic kind of Zhumo, and it does not lose its color over the years.

A few drops of Zhu Mo fell on the southeast corner of Wei Palace and in a narrow gorge to the north of Fengting Pass. I don't know what kind of technique was used, but it was especially decisive and fierce, as if——

Blood splattered the moment the fierce blade cut through the flesh.

Such a picture, apart from being weird and even a little scary, doesn't really explain anything.

No one asked questions, each had its own reasons for avoiding suspicion and avoiding misfortune.

It's still a court song. "What's the point? I want to say that there is blood in these two places."

The southeast corner of Wei Palace is where Princess Lechang was humiliated and hanged herself.

Not to mention the narrow gorge on the north side of Fengting Pass.It was a battle eight years ago, and now it is more famous than Fengting Pass.

"They were all dead, so naturally they all saw blood. To Prince Yin, both things are nightmares, and it's normal to draw them like this." Jing Tingge continued, rolling his eyes at Ruan Xueyin, "I thought you found some decision evidence."

"Difficult." Ruan Xueyin got up and stood in front of the pile of old papers, soaked by the flying snow, which made the ink color thicker, and the gorgeous vermilion color was like cooling blood.

"It's been too long, and it's an old case that has been carefully planned and has lost all physical evidence. The only thing that can be counted is witnesses." She inadvertently glanced at the face of Murong Xun's official concubine, then at Murong Xun, and finally took a deep look. Looking at Xinglang,
"However, in the witness testimony, some people can't say it, and some people can't believe it." She looked down at the large white area on each drawing paper, dejected and relieved,

"You have to accept that some questions will never have definite answers, and some truths are clearly close at hand, but the stone that fills the gap is missing."

It would be impatient to put it in the usual court song.

But she is too familiar with Ruan Xueyin's ways, so there are countermeasures.

"These paintings, you can't see the content if you pick them up alone. No matter whether it is Wei Palace or Fengtingguan, several pieces of brush and ink must be combined to piece together the appearance. And they are not in one place. Some are pressed on the desk, and some are sandwiched. Among the books on the bookshelves, some were crumpled and stuffed into chess boxes. Besides them, there were also some irrelevant paintings scattered here and there. At first, like everyone in the East Palace, I thought It's the prince's graffiti. After all, his room has been messed up all year round, and these things can't be thrown away at will, so although they seem like waste paper, they should all be kept."

So the pieces of old paper were wrinkled, but now they were soaked in falling snow and became smoother.

"The content that could be drawn on one or two sheets turned out to be dozens of sheets. Dozens of sheets of paper with the same content were stuffed like waste paper in inconspicuous places in the Prince's bedroom in the East Palace, which was claustrophobic all the year round. Use other irrelevant waste paintings as cover." There was too much to say, but Ruan Xueyin's words were as slow as Feixue's,
"The prince is mentally ill, and he doesn't know how to do things, but I think even children have instincts when they want to hide something. Divide things into many parts and put them in different places, and then add more similar things. It is not difficult to have an instinct to confuse people with things."

She opened her eyes to look at the snow flakes in the sky, fluttering and flickering, as if she hadn't stopped for years,
"The question is, why did he hide the paintings?"

"Madam Pei, you found these paintings from the prince's bedroom in the East Palace." The knife in Murong's hand was still on Jing Tingge's neck.

"No." Ruan Xueyin shook her head, "Looking back, I'm not familiar with the prince, so I don't have such good calculations and luck. He took me. Let me teach him how to grind ink first, and then let me fetch books for him, and then Said that no one is willing to play chess with him, let me play a game with him."

Everyone in the field changed their expressions.

"I just reacted, the prince's illness is actually out of his mind."

　Raw paper refers to raw rice paper, and cooked paper refers to cooked rice paper. As mentioned in the article, the former has strong water absorption and is suitable for freehand painting, while the latter is not easy to smudge and is often used in fine brushwork.

　　
　
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