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Chapter 043 What is the truth ship chasing the red sun

"How to say?" Lin Hong frowned, "I think the above statement is not a problem."

Wan Guchuan said: "She is inducing us."

"Yu'er was not killed by Yunting at all, but by the old bustard."

Lin Hong was startled.

"That crystal sedan chair belongs to Hualou, and the person who carried the sedan chair also belongs to Hualou."

Wan Guchuan continued: "I saw the man who carried the sedan chair for Yunting among the servants who were tidying up the sedan chair just now, that is, the man standing by the window at the scene of the murder - we made a mistake, he is the old bustard's man, Not from Yunting."

Lin Hong asked: "But how to explain the waist card? We guessed that there were more than two murderers."

Wan Guchuan: "The waist card is indeed owned by Yun Ting's subordinates, which just proves that the bustard is right. Yu'er is indeed Yun Ting's lover. Yun Ting's subordinates will send Yu'er back to the room when the morning is approaching. He must have lost it on the way back."

Wan Guchuan said: "In this way, the man by the window closed the window not to cover up the escape of the murderer, but to avoid the eyes and ears of Yunting's subordinates."

Lin Hong suddenly realized, "Killed someone, dug out the internal organs, blamed Yunting, and the bustard yelled 'Killed' to attract the crowd, it was seamless. So it was Yu'er who died in his own room and not in Yunting's room." the real reason."

"Exactly." Wan Guchuan agreed, "Yunting didn't kill Yu'er at all, let alone eat her internal organs."

"How do you explain the footprints of the two men on the windowsill?" Lin Hong asked.

"Perhaps it was left on purpose by the bustard to make us mistakenly think that a murderer was left on the spot. At that time, let the boy stand by the window to arouse my suspicion, and then let him appear in the line of carrying the Yunting sedan chair. Yun Ting's suspicion is logical."

"That's right. If it is said that they are all subordinates of Yunting, since there is one person left at the scene, they will definitely deal with the evidence." Lin Hong said.

Instead of standing by the window and letting them see those footprints.

Wan Guchuan continued: "For the old bustard, the sooner the murder case in the building is closed, the better. She rarely wants to make extra trouble. She just moved out the emotional card, but if you think about it, is she really that sad?"

When I was crying, I wanted to hug Lin Hong, but when Yu'er died, I didn't go in to take a look. Business resumed as usual. Until they visited again, they greeted Lin Hong sincerely with smiles, and their sadness just now was too deliberate.

Wan Guchuan looked at him, "Yu'er is Yunting's lover, it's a secret, but think about it, the bustard doesn't know our identities, so we shouldn't talk too much, Yu'er is dead, we know about it and it exists The risk of letting Jing Hedi know will only be detrimental to Yunting."

Wan Guchuan continued: "We were told by the evil doctor about Yunting's death and the fact that internal organs can be used as medicine. Without the evil doctor, we would not have known about it."

Wan Guchuan: "She didn't know there was an evil doctor, so she brought it up in the end, just to tell us. Otherwise Jing and Di didn't know that Yunting was sick, why did she know?"

"Everything, she is implying that the murderer of our shipwreck is Yunting." Wan Guchuan said, "She is sober."

Lin Hong was amazed, "Missing internal organs leads to Yunting's illness and dying, and killing his lover leads to Yunting's sinking 'Tun Lang'. This provides us with clues... wonderful!"

"But why didn't she tell us directly?" Lin Hong asked, why bother?

Wan Guchuan raised his eyebrows: "Which resentful ghost told us their last wish directly before?"

Lin Hong: "..." It makes sense.

Lin Hong thought of Wang Ningxue who was hanging from the beam at night, staring at him and pointing to Lin Zi...

Wan Guchuan said: "I don't think this murder case happened on this 'Tun Lang' back then."

Lin Hong smiled, "But tracing back to the source, the person by the window may not be the person who closed the window, nor the murderer, but maybe just an ordinary servant. So these two possibilities can only be guesses."

Wan Guchuan sighed, "You are right."

"What is the truth?" Lin Hong looked back.

In the attic just now, the bustard was still standing by the window watching them.

The two were going to wait for Yunting to make the final settlement.

Lin Hong lay on the side of the boat again blowing the sea breeze and admiring the sunset. Today's sunset is even more magnificent for some reason.

Wan Guchuan leaned beside him and wiped his sword.

Lin Hong raised his head and looked at him, "I haven't used it before, why do I wipe it every day?"

"Anti-rust." Wan Guchuan held up his sword and looked at it.

Lin Hong looked at Wan Guchuan, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone standing next to him. He turned his head and said, "Brother Tang."

It was Tang Heng, still holding a brush behind his ear, still holding a scroll in his hand, and was writing and drawing on the scroll while watching the setting sun.

"Is there something wrong?" Lin Hong asked him.

"It's okay." Tang Heng watched the sunset seriously and drew seriously.

Lin Hong raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing standing so close?"

“The sunset here is beautiful.”

"It's strange." Lin Hong smiled, "I just stopped at a place of geomantic omen, and the sunset I saw was different."

Wan Guchuan glanced sideways while wiping his sword.

"Well..." Tang Heng was a little embarrassed, and said cautiously: "It's just... do you really think I draw well?"

This matter, "Yes, it's very distinctive." Lin Hong said.

Tang Heng smiled when he heard the words, took the pen behind his ear and added a few strokes on the scroll, looked at it himself, and handed the finished painting to Lin Hong.

Different from Tang Heng's previous paintings - this is a wonderful freehand painting.

In the painting, the "wave-swallowing" boat rendered in ink and wash sails on the sea, creating a vast and boundless artistic conception with blank space. The boat drags out a series of moving waves, and a round of red sun is in front of its course. It is hard to tell whether it is the rising sun Dongsheng is still declining in the west.

The boat chases the red sun.

A few strokes, but full of charm.

This is a genius.Lin Hong said in his heart.

Wan Guchuan also looked down, presumably this is Tang Heng's true level.

Tang Heng said: "Born at the wrong time, the painting world is already a collection of Luan Xiang Feng, the freehand brushwork has Mu Fengbai, and the fine brushwork has Tan Qianyu. I want to form a school of my own."

So I was groping, drawing so abstractly...

"Many people saw my innovations and said what I drew." Tang Heng looked at Lin Hong, his eyes were twinkling, "Only you say that I draw well!"

no.They are all unique people.

Wan Guchuan continued to wipe his sword.

Tang Heng rubbed his head, "I was embarrassed to say yesterday, but today I came to thank you."

"What's there to thank for that?" Lin Hong was still looking at the painting, "How old is Brother Tang?"

"Sixteen." Tang Heng said.

The painting art of the Chen Dynasty has reached a new level, with freehand brushwork being the best, and there are many schools of painting, among which the Dongshan School and the Youlan School are on equal footing.

It wasn't until Mu Fengbai of the Youlan School shocked the whole country with a picture of living in seclusion and fishing mountains and rivers alone, and Luoyang was expensive for a while, that the Youlan School severely overwhelmed the Dongshan School.

The 30-year-old Mu Fengbai became famous because of this, and enjoyed a high reputation in the painting circle, and was regarded as the standard of the Xiyi School.

Lin Hong has a picture of a shrimp play drawn by Mu Fengbai, which is not as good as Tang Heng in terms of brushwork and composition.

If Tang Heng concentrates on painting, and also has the drive to create an original school, in time, the myth of Mu Fengbai may be subverted, and there will be another famous artist in Chen Dynasty.

pity……

"Can you sell this painting to me?" Lin Hong looked at him.

"Ah?" Tang Heng was taken aback. It was the first time someone wanted to buy his painting, and his face blushed immediately. "Brother, if you like it, just take it, no money."

"It can't be free, but... I don't have any money," Lin Hong put a few gold ingots in his hand, "I'll just use these few stones in exchange."

Wan Guchuan: "..."

Tang Heng said in shock: "Brother, don't lie to me, your handicraft is made of gold, and my paintings are not worth the price."

"It's up to the buyer whether it's worth it or not, so you should treat it as the first pot of gold in your painting career." Lin Hong sorted out the painting scroll.

very meaningful.

Tang Heng felt very strange, "Thank you brother!"

Lin Hong asked him: "Don't your parents know that you draw so well?"

"Uh, they have seen my paintings, they didn't say anything, just let me be an official." Tang Heng said.

"If, I mean if..." Lin Hong felt that it was more chilling to say what was going to happen as "if". "You went out against your parents' wishes, what if something happened?"

It's like there's no mandate so you do it all at your own risk.

"Ah? Then I'm too unlucky." Tang Heng said in surprise, "But if I can't draw, it's like I haven't lived... And the moment I went out, I decided to support myself. If even this I don’t have any courage at all, and I don’t have to go out or go on a long voyage, after all, one day I have to go alone. If something really happens, I’m sorry for them, then…”

Tang Heng smiled, "Just tell them I'm going away."

Life and death are like this.

Tang Heng waved goodbye to them.

Lin Hong saw himself from him, and Lin Yue's words were still in his ears, "Who can protect you well", "Can you really control it"... If you insist on doing it, you bear the wind and rain alone. Can you live...

He replied, "I choose the road myself, and I have to walk to the end even on my knees."

All voyages are risky.

At least for now, he is much luckier than Tang Heng.

He was still looking at the painting, and he still couldn't tell whether it was a rising sun or a setting sun.

Wan Guchuan put away his sword, his eyes fell on Lin Hong's side face and then on the painting, "I think the painting is about a sunrise."

"Really?" Lin Hong smiled and picked up the scroll.

The sea sun in the distance sinks into the bottom of the sea with the rays of the sun, and the sky is smudged with a hazy beauty, and the colors are so rich that it is heart-pounding.

"Concubine Yunting summoned you two." A shrill voice suddenly sounded behind them.

finally come.

"Let's go." Lin Hong seemed to be responding to the eunuch who sent the message or calling Wan Guchuan.

The eunuch led them all the way across the deck.

Lin Hong felt that the inexplicable people on the boat gradually became less and less talkative.

He looked around, and all the people on the boat were gone.

The gorgeous colors merged into the darkening night, and the lights of the huge buildings and boats were still brilliant, but there was no one there quietly, as if there was only a prosperous empty shell left in the prosperous heaven.

Wan Guchuan held the sword in his hand, looked around vigilantly, and moved a little closer to Lin Hong.

Lin Hong glanced at him and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"..." Wan Guchuan looked at him, "Yeah, I'm afraid of death, don't stay too far away from me."

Lin Hong glanced back, the lights behind him were going out little by little, and the darkness was engulfing them.

The bustling high-rise buildings around the railings are darkening and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, climbing seaweed and dark coral, parasitic shellfish, and the deck becomes slippery.

The fishy smell of water mixed with the smell of rotting wooden boards became stronger and stronger.

The eunuch in front was still leading the way dutifully.

I don't know where to go.

The eunuch stopped in front of a house.

The boat was so rotten that it was impossible to tell which house it was.

"The concubine is waiting for you two inside." The eunuch turned around slowly.

They saw a face swollen by water, whitish and rotten, and there were traces of fish gnawing on it...

Lin Hong took a step back in fright, and Wan Guchuan stabilized him from behind.

"Thank you..." Lin Hong looked away and reached out to push the door in front of him.

"Squeak"...

The door opened.