Chapter 478: Getting Ready to Take Action
Red mole?
Jiang Kangan's sensitive nerves seemed to be touched, and he raised his head.
His action caught the emperor's attention.
"Kang'an, do you know this person?"
Jiang Kang'an shook his head: "It's just that I'm a little sensitive when I hear about this red mole. Your Majesty, do you still remember that there was a spy from Mobei in my brother's mansion?"
The emperor did not hesitate at all: "The one called Ji Tong?"
"That's right," Jiang Kang'an nodded: "He was seriously injured and should have been recuperating in the mansion. A few days ago, the servants in the mansion came to report that this person disappeared for no reason. I sent people to look for him privately, but they haven't found him yet."
"But this person mentioned to my brother that he had a younger brother who was lost and had a red mole on his body."
Xiao Lingyu hummed: "You mean, Xiao Yanli kidnapped him and found his younger brother?"
Jiang Kang'an shook his head: "It's an impersonation. Ji Tong doesn't have a so-called younger brother at all. Everything is just an excuse to stay with Wen Jing."
"He has kidnapped Ji Tong and found someone to pretend to be his younger brother. It seems that he is preparing to attack the Xu family."
The emperor, who was listening on the side, had a slightly gloomy look in his eyes.
...
Before pretending to be that person and going to the capital, Xiao Yanli still asked Ji Tong to identify people every day.
Ji Tong didn't know how he found so many people.
If he hadn't said before that the red mole was in the center, he would have wanted to point out one at random.
After the usual politeness, when Xiao Yanli mentioned Jiang Wenjing again, Ji Tong was no longer as vigilant as before.
His words were also ambiguous.
Xiao Yanli felt relieved.
It's good to have progress.
When the so-called younger brother came to the capital, he believed that he would be able to hear something from Ji Tong that would satisfy him because of the long-term guilt and the desire to escape from this precarious life.
...
In the main hall of Nanlong, King Nanlong and the five elders all looked solemn.
Someone stumbled in and said, "Reporting to the king, the high priest... is still missing..."
With a "crack", the wine bowl fell beside him.
Because it was made of rattan, it did not break, but it was enough to show the anger of King Nanlong at the moment.
"Listen! All of you listen! Does she still take me, the king, seriously?"
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, and no one answered.
King Nanlong's eyes fell on the elder, but he said, "Sili, what do you think?"
Sili stood up, and the snake on the crutch also stood up: "During today's sacrifice, the high priest was indeed a little willful. Now except Bai Yan, the high priest is missing. I think there may be something behind it."
King Nanlong nodded lightly.
"Your Majesty, I also wanted to visit the high priest, but was turned away. The other elders must be the same. The high priest has never done this before, so I wonder if the high priest has some unspeakable secrets?" "Everyone
saw it at the sacrifice today. The high priest was fine and even met with the two envoys of Tianqi! What could she have to hide?!"
King Nanlong snorted coldly, thinking that Sly was making excuses for the high priest.
"I think what Sly said makes sense."
Gongta, who was listening at the side, said, "If I remember correctly, the high priest has been like this for several decades. It's understandable that the face of the messenger of God has not changed, but her figure seems to be younger than before." "
It's impossible that the messenger of God can regain his youth." As
soon as these words came out, there was silence in the hall.
Everyone felt a little chill in their hearts.
After a long time, King Nangong patted the armrest and said, "What the high priest did at the sacrifice today really chilled the people. You go and pass
the message again, asking her to come out and calm the anger." The person who had passed the message before responded quickly and ran out.
No one noticed that a tile on the roof was also quietly put back.
...
"Immortality?"
Jiang Zhiyu listened to what Jiang Wenjing had told him, and repeated it while touching his chin.
"Yes, according to them, the high priest looked like this decades ago."
Jiang Wenjing blinked slightly.
"Is it a human skin mask, or what?"
His doubt was justified, and Jiang Zhiyu looked at him curiously: "Why do you think so? Look, those people have no doubts."
Jiang Wenjing lifted the strands of hair in front of his eyes: "If immortality is really possible, there will only be one high priest in Nangong. As for why they can't think of it, it may be that the authorities are confused."
Jiang Zhiyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
[Although the process is wrong, the result is right. ]
[If I hadn't seen He Yanting's human skin mask before, I probably wouldn't have found it when I took a closer look today. 】
【Could it be that He Yanting's human skin mask was taken away from here? 】
Jiang Wenjing: "!!!"
It's true!
...
Inside the temple on the top of the mountain, the room was filled with the smell of medicine.
Bai Yan walked to the bed without changing his expression: "I've seen it, but it didn't work."
The person in the bed stretched out his hand.
The hand seemed to have no flesh at all, only a layer of skin on the skeleton.
She waved her hand, and the high priest next to her walked over: "I said everything according to your words, but she didn't listen after just two sentences."
There was still a bit of grievance in her tone.
A sigh came from above her head: "Forget it, Nangong, this disaster will eventually happen, and it can't be avoided."
The high priest's eyes were slightly red.
Bai Yan said: "The great elder has passed on a message that the King of Nangong is very angry because he has not been seen for a long time."
Then, as if responding to his words, someone outside the house shouted, "High Priest, the King has sent a message that what you did during today's sacrifice really chilled the hearts of the subjects. The King asked the High Priest to come forward to calm the anger."
He held the High Priest's hand tightly.
The High Priest's sobbing voice paused, and he looked up in disbelief.
"How, how is it possible? I have practiced today's dance for a long time, and there will be no mistakes."
Bai Yan sighed lightly, "It's not your dance, but your clothes are inappropriate."
The High Priest's eyebrows were almost twisted: "What's inappropriate? I've seen them wearing it every day. Why can they wear it but I can't?"
"Today is a sacrifice, so of course I have to wear the clothes of the Southern Dragon. You have been watching along the way..."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Yan stopped talking.
He looked at the pair of deep blue eyes and sighed slightly.
He had forgotten that she had kept her eyes closed all the way, so how could she see it.
"Anyway, no one wore clothes in the style of Tianqi in today's sacrifice."
The high priest's eyes were slightly puzzled.
She thought they liked it.
Another sigh came from the bed, and the high priest immediately put these things behind his mind and looked at the person on the bed nervously.
"I didn't give the order well, you don't have to care about it," the hand patted her lightly, and then said: "Bai Yan, you go and take care of this matter, just say that there was an oracle during the sacrifice, and the god also wanted to have fun with the people, so he borrowed the high priest's body to come, but after the god left, the high priest couldn't bear the burden, and now he is bedridden."