The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

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Lu Heng: In the next chapter, we will show you the battle of the best actor defending the title.

Chapter 63

The embroidered chūn knife was placed on the knife holder, and there was a muffled sound unique to jīng steel. Lu Heng knew very well who was here today and who Wang Yanqing went to see in the afternoon, but he still smiled when he turned around and talked to Wang Yanqing as usual.

He admits that his patience is not bad, as long as Wang Yanqing doesn't expose it, he can accompany her to continue acting.

Lu Heng asked her what she had eaten today and whether she felt sick, and Wang Yanqing answered them one by one. This kind of conversation takes place almost every day. Wang Yanqing is already used to it, but today, she is very worried when she hears it.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation, no matter how small or small, a person who can even calculate the date of her monthly letter would be lying to her?

Wang Yanqing couldn't bear it anymore, looked up and asked, "Second brother, where is my account?"

Wang Yanqing's face was half turned up, her eyes were as clear and deep as the stars after the rain. Lu Heng thought to himself that these eyes are really good-looking. Such eyes make people want to give everything just to protect the stars inside.

It's a pity that Lu Heng is not a righteous gentleman after all, guarding this virtue has nothing to do with him, he just wants to have it. He only paused for a short moment, and then said as it should be: "Of course in the capital. How can I carry such an important thing with me?"

For a very good reason, Wang Yanqing was silent after hearing this. Lu Heng watched her expression silently, and asked with a smile, "Qingqing, what are you asking about? Have you encountered anything?"

Wang Yanqing lowered her eyes, shook her head after a long time, and said, "It's alright, I'll just ask."

Lu Heng raised his eyebrows, he didn't say a word, went to the table and sat down at will, pouring tea unhurriedly. The tea was twisted into a pillar and gurgled into the tea cup. The sound went from shallow to deep, and gradually became urgent: "Qingqing, there is something I can't figure out about the case. Could you please help me sort it out."

When Wang Yanqing heard this, of course he immediately sat down beside Lu Heng: "Okay. Second brother, what's the problem with you?"

Lu Heng put the tea in front of Wang Yanqing, picked up another tea cup by himself, and said, "I followed the paper figure that appeared last night and asked at a shop in Linxian that their shopkeeper happened to bump into the incense stick at Qingxu Temple. The paper figurines on both sides were lifelike while observing the practice. The shopkeeper was amazed and hurried forward to ask where the paper utensils were bought. The Taoist priests were impatient and said they made them themselves. As soon as the yamen asked about it today, he remembered it."

Wang Yanqing nodded: "The shopkeeper makes a living by craftsmanship. It is normal to see someone doing better than them."

Lu Heng said: "That's why I went to Qingxu Temple. Unfortunately, there are no more people in Qingxu Temple. There are only 101 paper figurines. Counting the one from yesterday, it happened to be with the 102 missing men from Hegu Village. Ding corresponds. There is also an altar in the apse, and the names and birth dates of 102 people are attached to the back of the sacrificial text. I checked and they are all correct."

Wang Yanqing slowly raised his eyebrows as he listened: "Do you suspect that the Taoist priest of Qingxuguan is at fault?"

"According to all the evidence so far, it can only be them." Lu Heng held the tea cup but did not drink it, and said slowly, "They can make paper figurines themselves. There is ready-made evidence in the Taoist temple, and the Taoist priest in the temple is missing. I I also found Tang Sai'er's portrait under a Taoist priest's board."

Wang Yanqing became more and more surprised: "Tang Saier?"

"Yes, the female leader of the white lotus goddess in the early years of Yongle." Lu Heng nodded, "If they believe in the white lotus sect, all their actions have an explanation. They want to imitate Tang Saier's paper-cutting as a soldier, so they are proficient in the art of tying paper people. There are traces of the practice in the apse. It should be that they controlled more than 100 men in Hegu Village and used some kind of magic to turn them into paper figurines. The paper figurine suddenly appeared on the roof yesterday. , fled in the crowd, and appeared at the gate of the county government in a blink of an eye, that is, the Taoist priest was expelling."

Wang Yanqing listened to the silence, and after a while, she asked vaguely, "Second brother, do you really believe that a living person can become a paper figurine?"

Lu Heng smiled when he heard her name, lifted the tea lid calmly, and said, "I don't want to believe it either, but now all the evidence points to this possibility. The evidence comes first, so we can't help not believe it."

"However, evidence can be forged, but it still has to be in line with common sense."

"Yeah." Lu Heng's eyes fixed on her, and he said calmly, "The evidence can be forged, but it doesn't feel like it."

Wang Yanqing was startled and felt that Lu Heng meant something. Perhaps it is said that he went around such a big circle and brought out a bizarre living person-turning-paper technique just to say this.

Evidence can be faked, but feelings cannot.

Wang Yanqing paused, stunned for a while, and his mind seemed to suddenly clear up. Yeah, how did she make such a mistake. The brain sees, hears, smells, and senses all the time, but less than one-twelfth of the thoughts can be realized. The first moment you feel when you see a certain person or an item is often the intuition that the brain has exercised after a long accumulation and processing countless details. When reason can't decide, then listen to the first feeling.

When he saw Fu Tingzhou today, he asked her if she was feeling unwell. The confusion in her demeanor was real. Fu Tingzhou didn't even know that she would feel pain when she was a child, but Lu Heng knew what she liked to eat and use, remembered the time of her monthly letter every time, and could understand what she meant without speaking. He knew her like the back of his hand, and he had a tacit understanding. How could she suspect her second brother just because an outsider casually talked on the phone?