Chapter 157 He has always been very short.
King Jiang of Ruiyang was a victorious general who was guarding the border of Wanjin for several years, but in the end, he could not even enter the ancestral temple.
——Leave only such a small mound of soil.
A deserted tomb.
Jiang Jinshuang knelt in front of the tombstone.
"Uncle Wang, I'm here to see you."
When this sentence was said, a cool breeze blew. For some reason, Jiang Jinshuang's nose felt sore and she lowered her head in a slight panic.
She wore a long blue and white dress today, with a strong wind, wrinkled her hem.
The tomb of King Ruiyang is a very small mound of soil.
There were weeds growing on the mound, and the wind blew, and the rustling sounded.
"I'm back from Bai Yujing, and my father announced that I'm back to Beijing."
In fact, Jiang Jinshuang had a lot to say to Uncle Wang, but when she really knelt in front of the tombstone, she could no longer say anything extra except for wiping tears and choking in panic.
"Uncle Wang, don't worry, Shuang'er can handle the affairs in the capital."
She lowered her head, moved forward a few steps, and gently wiped the dust soaked on the tombstone.
There are few living people entering and leaving the mass grave, but Jiang Jinshuang found that Uncle Wang’s tombstone seemed to have traces of being wiped.
——Someone must have been here.
Thinking of this, Jiang Jinshuang heard the footsteps coming from behind.
The visitor did not deliberately hide his whereabouts. Jiang Jinshuang lowered her eyes slightly and stroked the sunken words on the tombstone with his fingers.
"How do you know I'm here?"
This was what Jiang Jinshuang asked after him.
Pei Du took a few steps forward, he lifted up his clothes slightly, and knelt in a straight and upright position beside Jiang Jinshuang.
"It happens." He said so.
But he just looked at the tombstone and looked calm.
Jiang Jinshuang naturally didn't believe Pei Du's "coincident", but she wouldn't ask again if he didn't say it.
"Your Majesty and his group have already arrived at Huguo Temple, so you don't have to worry." Pei Du added.
Jiang Jinshuang smiled: "As the chief minister of a country, if you don't attend Huguo Temple to worship your ancestors at this time, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Pei Du narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was cold: "I have not yet recovered, so I am afraid that I will be disrespectful to my ancestors."
When Jiang Jinshuang heard this, she didn't say anything, but looked at the tombstone in a daze.
"Uncle Wang is very short."
Suddenly, she spoke slowly, her tone calmly and casually.
"He has always been very short. In my impression, when I first met Uncle Wang, I sat high above the wall and looked down at him. He was much shorter than me."
"Later, whenever he talked to me, he would kneel in front of me and look up at me, and he was still shorter than me."
"In the new year's street market, Uncle Wang raised me up above his head. I sat on his shoulder, still a little shorter than me."
"Later, when I grew up, his body became more and more hunched. Even if I didn't have to bend over, I was already looking down at him."
Speaking of this, Jiang Jinshuang chuckled and knocked her head on the barren grassland with overgrown weeds.
"Until now, I hit the ground with one head, and he is still shorter than me."
Uncle Wang's size is not outstanding among the men, and it is not even much different from Jiang Jinshuang's figure.
He is so short.
Jiang Jinshuang was so short that he didn't even have time to support his hand, he lay in the cold coffin and left quietly.
She still remembers that she went to the death row to see Uncle Wang. She knelt in front of him crying and said, "Uncle Wang, please, can I take you out?"
He looked at her with a smile, his eyes filled with complex emotions that she couldn't understand.
Jiang Jinshuang didn't understand.
He said, what did he say? Oh, he asked her to have a good meal and grow up safely.
Jiang Jinshuang felt that Uncle Wang was not smart at all.
He is quite stupid.
Uncle Wang has not left many relics in the world in this life.
——She counts one.
"Uncle Wang, sorry, I'm going to take away your God of Killing Mask today."
Jiang Jinshuang kowtowed again.
She lowered her head, took out a dagger between her sleeves, and dug it down from a raised point in front of the tombstone.
Not long after digging, Jiang Jinshuang saw something wrapped in black and blue cloth.
After digging out the package, Jiang Jinshuang opened the cloth, and the terrifying face inside lay there silently.
Rumors say that this killing god face has demonic power. If someone looks at the eyes of this mask, the heart will be palpitations and tremble, and the liver and gallbladder will be broken and the death will be on the spot.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Very few people can look at this mask.
Jiang Jinshuang stretched out her hand and stroked the fine lines on the mask with her fingers, her eyes scattered.
Everyone says that this mask of Killing God gave King Ruiyang's divine power to make him defeat and invincible on the battlefield, but in fact, it is just a mask.
——No divine power is there.
Pei Du, who was standing beside him, just looked at her quietly. Seeing her looking at the mask of the God of Killing, he quietly spoke: "Is it related to the matter between Your Highness Ruiyang King? "
Jiang Jinshuang took a deep breath, some parts of the mask were a bit thick, and her fingertips passed by, but her originally calm eyes suddenly tightened!
The next second, Jiang Jinshuang hurriedly picked up the mask and looked back and forth.
"What's wrong?" Pei Du frowned slightly, as if he also realized something.
Finally, Jiang Jinshuang put down the mask and said a little cold: "The mask has been transferred."
Pei Du pursed his lips slightly when he heard this.
He picked up the mask and looked carefully: "How does Your Highness know?"
Jiang Jinshuang said coldly: "The inside of Uncle Wang's mask of the God of Killing is engraved with a few words of Sanskrit to ensure safety. This mask is finely crafted and has an average detail in every part, but those Sanskrit words are not imitated. Similar."
As he said that, Jiang Jinshuang turned over the outside of the mask and pointed it to Pei Du: "Also, there is a very shallow scratch on Uncle Wang's God of Killing Mask. It was an arrow from a distance when he fought with Beihuai. The arrow shot and wiped the left one from the mask."
The workmanship and expression are no different, but the processing is not very detailed in some small details.
If Jiang Jinshuang hadn't been very familiar with this God of Killing Mask, she might have been deceived.
The cloth wrapped in a mask looks a bit old, and even this mask has a smell of earth that will last for a long time.
——In other words, this mask should have been transferred to the bag shortly after she buried it.
Jiang Jinshuang lowered her eyes, and a coldness flashed in her eyes.
She wrapped the mask again, put it back into the soil, and used some dry soil to restore the scene cleanly.
She didn't know why that person wanted to transfer the God of Killing Mask, but this at least shows one thing: the God of Killing Mask is indeed the key clue.
After patting the soil on his body, Jiang Jinshuang turned to Pei Du: "Mr. Pei, you and I have never seen that mask today. Do you know?"
Pei Du nodded seriously: "I understand."
The situation is not so bad that it is irreversible.
The Killing God Mask has been transferred for so long, but the Black Armored Horse still remains unmoved.
There are two possibilities. One is that the God of Killing Mask is not a tiger talisman, so the mask cannot command the 300,000 black armored cavalry.
Secondly, although the person behind the scenes put on the mask, he was not sure about the connection between the mask and the 300,000 black armored cavalry, and just hid the mask in case it was useful.
Therefore, Jiang Jinshuang must not let the people behind the scenes know that she has been to the mass grave and has searched for the God of Killing, otherwise the people behind the scenes will definitely be prompted to pay attention to the God of Killing again.
"Let's go, go back first."
Jiang Jinshuang said in a deep voice, followed Pei Du on his horse and returned to the capital.
As soon as he entered the capital, Jiang Jinshuang heard discussions coming from the crowd.
"Hey! Have you heard of it? I heard that the National Master was assassinated while presiding for the sacrifice!"