How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Shen Lian!

Li Xin never expected that the Jin Yiwei who came to investigate turned out to be Baihu Shen Lian.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, still somewhat understanding Shen Lian.

This man was indecisive and had good intentions, otherwise he would have beheaded Feng Qiaoer at Wei Zhongxian's residence.

This time I am 80% sure that I will be able to get through.

And Shen Lian's heart trembled violently.

But I saw a middle-aged man in his early thirties kneeling in front of the mourning hall.

The other person had no beard, and his entire face was pale.

But he was pale, but he had a sharp face, with triangular eyes, a flat nose, and thin lips.

Several mismatched facial features come together to create an extremely weird face, giving everyone the feeling that a villain is here.

This man is so damn ugly!

It's like being struck by lightning on the face when you were born.

Could it be that he was Li Xin, the number one scholar who escaped that day?

How could it become like this?

Or illusion?

Shen Lian was in a trance for a while, and even bit the tip of his tongue hard. The bite was bloody and his heart hurt. The appearance of the person in front of him did not change at all.

He had no choice but to frown, spit a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the side, and lead his men into the house.

Li Xin was shocked when he saw it.

If he really used illusions, he would probably be exposed by Shen Lian on the spot.

In fact, for those who have just learned the Feng family's Mountain Viewing Finger Magic, it is not really impossible to use the illusion skill skillfully.

With the help of a sacred object of the Feng family, called the Guanshan Magic Pen, the fake can be mistaken for the real.

Unfortunately, after Feng Shiqi's death, this object disappeared without a trace.

Li Xin was really afraid that that thing would fall into Jin Yiwei's hands.

But judging from the calmness of the past few days, Feng Shiqi must have been hidden elsewhere, and even Feng Qiaoer didn't know.

"Qiao'er, this gentleman is..."

Seeing that the other party didn't notice anything strange, Li Xin quickly entered the role, raised his teary eyes, and asked Feng Qiaoer, who was kneeling opposite him.

Feng Qiaoer was glared at by Li Xin. Knowing that her life was at stake, she could no longer panic and spoke quickly.

"Brother! This is... Mr. Shen Lian, a member of the Jinyiwei Hundred Household in Zuozhen Fusi."

"In the beginning, it was Lord Shen and another adult who took my grandfather and me all the way from Wuxia Mountain to Kyoto."

When Li Xin heard this, he stood up in a hurry and walked toward Shen Lian wearing sackcloth and mourning.

"Oops! It turns out it's Lord Shen who's here. I'm so disappointed that I'm so far away from you. It's really damning..."

He looked a little scared, and kept bowing to Shen Lian with his fists clasped.

Shen Lian was still frowning and looking at the other person, but the brother behind him had shouted loudly.

"Cut the fucking nonsense!"

"What is your name, where are you from, and where are you from! What is your relationship with the Feng family?"

A few people were used to being domineering, and they were even more disgusted by the ugliness of the person coming across from them, so they pushed Li Xin and told him to get away.

Li Xin had no choice but to stop where he was and opened his mouth.

Feng Qiaoer, who was behind him, spoke up at the right time.

"Sir! This is my brother Feng Lixin. He is the direct grandson of the head of my Feng family. He originally came to Kyoto to join my grandfather, but who would have thought... Wuwuwu..."

Feng Qiaoer started crying, and her babbling resounded throughout the mourning hall.

The Jin Yiwei guards were upset when they heard this, and became even more angry: "Shut up! Did I let you speak?"

Feng Qiaoer stopped crying and lowered her head without daring to say a word.

Li Xin also made a look of fear, squeezed out a smile and handed over his hand.

It's okay if he doesn't smile, but his smile becomes more permeable.

Originally, the nasolabial folds were deep enough, but after smiling, the whole face looked like a snake's head that had been beaten with a heavy object, dead but not stiff, making people feel chilled all over.

"You fucking try to smile for me again?"

Brother Jinyiwei could no longer bear the ugliness of this man, so he would draw his sword against him.

"Ok?"

Shen Lian raised his hand, stopped the people behind him, and said in a deep voice.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up and run your errands?"

Only then did a few people loosen their swords and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, sir."

After saying that, he scattered around, rummaged around for a while, and took out the Impermanence Book to write down something on it.

In the blink of an eye, the cabin was rummaged through and everything was thrown to the ground.

Li Xin glanced at it without any reaction, waiting for Shen Lian's question.

"Your name is... Feng Lixin?"

Shen Lian took a breath and spoke in a deep voice.

He still can't figure out whether the other party is Li Xin.

But judging from the name...

If it is really Li Xin, you are too courageous.

Now that you have changed your face, are you too lazy to change your name?

"Yes!"

Li Xin lowered his head and replied, "The villain is Feng Lixin, the eleventh generation successor of the Feng family..."

"Take it out and show me Lu Yin."

Li Xin took out the road guide from his arms and handed it over with both hands.

The so-called road guide is a certificate for long journeys in the Ming Dynasty.

The laws of the Ming Dynasty stipulate that if you leave your hometown for hundreds of miles, you must carry a road guide issued by the government before you can go out.

Otherwise, they will be labeled as bandits and arrested and questioned.

On the road guide, the identity information and even physical characteristics of the traveler must be written, and stamped with the official seal of each government, which is extremely difficult to forge.

After Shen Lian looked at it for a few times, he returned it and smiled lightly.

"Feng Lixin, you said you are a descendant of the Feng family, do you have any evidence?"

"This……"

Li Xin was stunned and thought nonsense.

What is the difference between this and proving that I am my father's son.

He turned to look at Feng Qiaoer and was about to speak.

"I'll let you say it! Feng Lixin!"

Unexpectedly, Shen Lian's words became stern: "Recite your family genealogy again and let me listen to it."

Li Xin turned his head helplessly, hesitated for a moment and spoke softly.

"King, teacher, theory, Tao, exhibition, wonder, talent"

"Xun, Yi, Zhou, Li, Kan, Tian, ​​Ming"

"Xian, Zhang, Zu, Xun, Yang, Si, Hai"

"Xiang, Fu, Tian, ​​Zi..."

"Burial, dragon, platform!"

Twenty-eight words came out in a row without any pause.

Shen Lian was stunned when he heard this.

The character "王" in this family tree is exactly the seniority of the first Guanshan Taibao who was granted the title of king.

Then it was passed down all the way, and by the eleventh generation it was indeed a word for ritual.

In particular, the family tree of the Feng family is quite interesting.

What about the king's master discussing the Tao and displaying his miraculous talents, what about following the Zhou rites to be worthy of destiny, and what about supporting the emperor to be buried on the dragon platform.

Anyone who looks at it can tell that it is from a Feng Shui Kanyu family or someone who specializes in building royal tombs for the royal family.

hiss……

Could it be that the other party is really a heir of the Feng family, not Li Xin.

When did I think everything wrong?

Shen Lian stopped worrying about these things and looked towards the mourning hall.

But I saw a big red coffin placed in the mourning hall, with the coffin mouth sealed and tied with three long and two short leather ropes.

He asked again: "Feng Lixin, what happened to Mr. Feng? Why did he suddenly fall ill and die?"

Li Xin sighed when he heard this.