Chapter 141: A Portrait Of A Killer?

At Zhao Ling's request, Lu Ziqing brought Guan Wu to the Justice department and placed him in a very quiet room in the side hall of the Justice department.

Zhao Ling asked Lu Ziqing to wait outside the door. His aura was too strong, and Guan Wu was obviously very afraid of him, and it was not good for her to hypnotize him.

As a result, only she and Guan Wu were left in the room. She made Guan Wu sit on a soft chair, made him a cup of tea, and tried to calm him down and relieve his nervousness.

Under Zhao Ling's deliberate exaggeration, the uneasy Guan Wu really calmed down slowly.

He heard that this beautiful and flowery woman was the eldest lady of the government's mansion, or the future Princess Xuan, but she looked pleasant and approachable, not at all arrogant like one of those officials' daughters, she looked so gentle and graceful. Her outstanding temperament, made him feel inexplicably at ease, and believed her for no reason.

He obeyed Zhao Ling's instructions, stared intently at a pendulum placed in front of him, followed the rhythm of the pendulum swing, and counted silently in his heart. Then, unconsciously, he completely relaxed, leaned back on the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhao Ling knew that the time had come, and her soft voice sounded. "Guan Wu, there is a mountain path in front of you now. It's very dark and quiet. You are walking alone on the road, walking... What did you see?"

"I saw a few black figures. They ran very fast, as if... they ran into the Guandi Temple." Guan Wu closed his eyes and said slowly.

"Very good. Then, you were curious, so you followed and hid in the bushes behind the temple. What did you see?"

"I saw the men in black came out of the temple very quickly. They moved quickly and disappeared immediately. I wanted to go in and see what they were doing in the Guandi Temple, but this time , I suddenly felt a burst of pain in my back, very painful..."

Guan Wu's body swayed from side to side, his hands were clenched, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, which was a sign of pain.

Zhao Ling immediately said: "No, Guan Wu, you are not afraid of pain, you are just curious, who are these men in black, and who is this person who is attacking you from behind? Did you see that person's appearance?"

"Yes, I saw it, that person's appearance... I saw it."

Guan Wu slowly calmed down in Zhao Ling's calm and gentle tone.

"Very well, now, let's talk about what that person looks like."

As Zhao Ling spoke, she took the charcoal and paper that she had prepared just now, and according to Guan Wu's description, she began to draw on the paper.

No way, there was no computer here, so she couldn't make avatar puzzles, so she could only draw by herself. Fortunately, she had some sketching skills, so it shouldn't be a problem to draw a head portrait.

However, when Zhao Ling finally revised and according to Guan Wu's intermittent and incoherent description, and completed the sketch of the avatar, she was shocked and couldn't believe her eyes.

The man on this portrait... was actually very similar to Mo Qingshan!

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Mo Qingshan had been living in Xuanwang's mansion because of the kindness of Meng Yuan and Zhao Ling, all this while.

Since the last banquet in the palace of Xuanwang, the first time, the second time, the third time, and even the countless times after that have become a matter of course.

As long as Zhao Ling was in the Xuanwang Mansion, Ning Yan and Fu Yuechan would run to the Xuanwang Mansion from time to time to find her. Of course, there was also Yun Yi, which was like a piece of candy. No matter how badly Meng Yuan spoke ill and treated him coldly, he still sticked it up, Lai Zai Xuan Wangfu refused to leave.

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It was no wonder that there were both delicious food to taste and beautiful women to tease. Of course, Yun Yi would try his best to seize every opportunity to be shameless.

Ning Yan and Fu Yuechan also gradually eliminated their fear of Meng Yuan. As long as Zhao Ling was there to protect them, no matter how cold the King Xuan was, they were not afraid.

Sometimes, they really admired Zhao Ling for staying in the Xuanwang palace. This prince Xuan was moody and uncertain, how on earth did Ling endure his strange temper?

The Xuanwang Mansion, which had been deserted for many years, was increasingly filled with laughter and becoming more and more popular.

Since Mo Yan's death, Mo Qingshan hadn't felt this kind of joyful relationship for a long time. Therefore, he rarely stayed away from Xuanwang's mansion for more than half a month.

Sure enough, when people are old, they should deal more with young people. With this group of energetic young people, it seemed that his mentality had also become younger.

In the pavilion in the garden of Xuanwangfu, Mo Qingshan was playing a game with Meng Yuan.

"A-Yuan I haven't seen you for so many years, your chess skills are getting better and better. In this game, your adoptive father lost." Mo Qingshan gave a faint smile, showing admiration on his face.

Meng Yuan was talented and intelligent in martial arts, and he was well versed in the art of war.

"Father passed the prize." Meng Yuan just smiled lightly and didn't care.

Mo Qingshan looked at the cold, jade-like man in front of him, and sighed secretly.

Think of how high-spirited he was when he was studying art in Momen, and he looked down on everything. Now, they have to keep a low profile and keep a low profile.

Mo Qingshan and the predecessor Xuan Wang Meng Langqing were friends for many years. Although he was busy with Mo Clan affairs at that time, and Meng Langqing was out for many years, the two did not spend much time together, but Meng Langqing had always trusted him and his son was sent to Momen to study art.

But what Mo Qingshan could not have imagined was that there was such a past between Meng Langqing and his concubine, and Meng Yuan was still the flesh and blood of the current emperor.

Nowadays, Meng Yuan's status, which was neither embarrassing nor welcoming, was really troublesome.

"Yuan'er, what are your plans for the future?" Mo Qingshan asked tentatively.

Since he was the emperor's flesh and blood, did he also have the heart to seize the emperor's throne and rule the world?

Meng Yuan's expression was still calm, and his tone was not fluctuating. "I just want to find out the truth about what happened seven years ago, in order to comfort father and the dead souls of more than hundred thousand soldiers who died. Then I will spend the rest of my life with Ling'er. Whatever she wants, I will accompany her."

When Zhao Ling was mentioned, his tone softened a little, and his eyes were a little softer.

Mo Qingshan nodded, thinking that this wsa not bad. It was a good thing not to have the will to fight for the position. Once people were blinded by the desire for power and status, it was easy to lose themselves and eventually embark on a road of no return.

Over the years, this child had lost too much and lived too hard. Fortunately, there would be a girl, Ling'er, to accompany him in the future. Great luck.

While the two were chatting, Chang Dong's ghostly figure flickered and appeared outside the pavilion, reporting, "Master, the princess is here with Mr.. Lu from the Ministry of Justice."

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