There is a fake demigod in the East Palace

Rong Zheng will attend a scientific seminar at the Royal Institute of Technology in the afternoon.In the past, there was no intersection between the East Palace and this school. This time, because of the experimental equipment, the communication between the two has become more frequent.

Yan Tian was checking the manuscripts needed in the afternoon in his office, when Rong Zheng pushed the door open and walked in with a serious face.

Yan Tian quickly stood up and asked, "Your Highness, what happened?"

Rong Zheng came in front of Yan Tian and said, "Check right away, whether the national teacher entered the palace between six o'clock and ten o'clock last night."

Yan Tian was a little confused by Rong Zheng's nonsensical words, and he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Rong Zheng didn't answer Yan Tian's question, and continued: "Also, sort out the detailed time of the national teacher's public appearances in the past year and a half, and then..." Rong Zheng stopped at this point.After a while, he said as if he had made up his mind: "Then compare and see if Jingnanhou is in the East Palace at these points in time."

Yan Tian was startled when he heard the words. Although Rong Zheng didn't explain anything, the information revealed in his words was very important: "You suspect..."

Rong Zheng didn't let Yan Tian finish the content after the word "doubt", and ordered in a low voice: "Send Zhong Yu's and Ye Zhaoling's handwriting to the technical center for appraisal. You are responsible for this matter, and you must not leak anything wind."

Yan Tian attaches great importance to the task assigned by Rong Zheng this time.As soon as Rong Zheng returned to the car after finishing his work in the afternoon, he delivered the investigation results to Rong Zheng.

Before the report was delivered, Yan Tian had read it in advance.He didn't know what Rong Zheng's purpose of investigating this thing was, but judging from the expression on His Highness's face, the result of the investigation should not be too optimistic.

"Could it be a coincidence?" Yan Tian tentatively asked Rong Zheng.

Last night Zhong Yu did enter the palace to meet Her Majesty the Empress.According to the investigation results, Ye Zhaoling was not in the palace for some reason during all Zhong Yu's public appearances.What is even more puzzling is that since Ye Zhaoling entered the royal family for more than a year, not only has he never met the national teacher, the two of them have not even appeared on the same occasion at the same time.

In various large and small activities, when Ye Zhaoling appeared, the National Teacher must be absent for some reason.Ye Zhaoling always disappeared when the national teacher showed up normally.

So many coincidences, is it really just a coincidence?

Regarding this matter, Yan Tian has been thinking about it for an afternoon. After thinking about it, he deduced the most reasonable guess: "Are you the one who suspects that Lord Hou is the national teacher? Teacher contact?"

Rong Zheng closed the folder in his hand and shook his head.He didn't tell Yan Tian, ​​his conjecture was even more absurd.

Since Ye Zhaoling entered the imperial family, Zhong Yu lived in seclusion, and the two never appeared at the same time.On the night of kneeling in the Sanshi Hall, Rong Zheng saw the tooth marks on Zhong Yu's neck with his own eyes. Later, Ye Zhaoling revealed to Yan Tian the information about the instruments in the laboratory of the Royal Institute of Technology that Zhong Yu was in charge of.

In addition, I have witnessed many incidents that cannot be explained by modern science that happened to Ye Zhaoling again and again.And Zhong Yu's vaguely familiar feeling...

All sorts of clues that he usually ignores came to Rong Zheng's mind, and he gradually had a terrible conjecture in his heart——Ye Zhaoling is Zhong Yu.

Although none of these things that happened in the past can be regarded as concrete evidence, the feeling in Rong Zheng's heart is very strong.

But there was something unreasonable about this guess, and Rong Zheng quickly overturned his own idea.He opened the tablet at hand, and found Ye Zhaoling's personal information from it.

The national teacher has a mysterious style, and his age, appearance, and origin are unknown, and no information about him can be found on the internal network of the relevant department.But the day when he entered the palace was clearly recorded.

According to records, Zhong Yu has assisted the Queen for nearly 30 years.So a conservative estimate, his age should be at least 50 years old.

From this point of view, Ye Zhaoling's age obviously does not match the national teacher's, and they cannot be the same person.So is the truth of the matter really as Yan Tian analyzed, and Ye Zhaoling deliberately kept a distance from the national teacher just to avoid suspicion?

But in any case, there must be a certain connection between Ye Zhaoling and the national teacher, and his purpose of entering the palace is not as simple as he said.

Ye Zhaoling can no longer stay, and how to deal with this person needs to be decided early.

However, this question did not bother Rong Zheng for too long. When he returned to the East Palace at night, he locked himself in the study room by himself, and looked up the information left by Fu Yiwen again by accident.

This time, Rong Zheng has gained something. In a video clip shot 15 years ago, he found a familiar face.

This face was mixed among the bustling tourists and flashed by the camera shaking back and forth. Even the photographer Fu Yiwen didn't notice anything unusual in it.

But Rong Zheng saw the young man in the high-necked sportswear in the crowd at a glance.

The reason is very simple, just because he resembles Ye Zhaoling very much.

The lights were not turned on in the study, and Rong Zheng sank into the chair silently.The air is very hot tonight, with layers of dark clouds rolling in the sky, and it looks like it will rain soon.

In the darkness, Rong Zheng stared intently at the face on the screen, and he kept adjusting the progress bar until the clearest picture was frozen.

Ye Zhaoling in the video is no different from now, and 15 years have not left a trace on his face.His hair is a little shorter than it is now, his tracksuit jacket is zipped up high, and his chin is lifted slightly.He was surrounded by a group of old men and women wearing little red hoods, with a heartless smile on his face, but there was a faint sense of alienation between his brows and eyes.

This is the usual expression on Ye Zhaoling's face, and Rong Zheng is very familiar with it, and he is often so angry that he is so angry.

But Ye Zhaoling 15 years ago should have been only a half-grown child, no matter how young and mature he was, he definitely couldn't be what he looks like now.

unless...

Rong Zheng closed the computer and didn't think about it any further. After connecting all the clues together, the conclusion he got had seriously exceeded his cognition.On the one hand, he felt that youthful immortality is pure nonsense, but on the other hand, he felt that he was so deeply influenced by Ye Zhaoling, that he would really believe in these ghosts.

Rong Zheng's mind was in chaos, and at this moment, Yan Tian knocked on the door again.Rong Zheng had locked himself in the room for several hours, Yan Tian was worried, and shouted outside the door from time to time.

Rong Zheng leaned back on the chair, still ignoring Yan Tian.Tonight he blocked everyone out and didn't allow anyone to come in and disturb him.

Of course, tonight's "anyone" also includes Ye Zhaoling.But Ye Zhaoling obviously didn't take him seriously, and didn't come to greet him all night.

The air was so stuffy that it was impossible to breathe.Finally, a thunderstorm struck, and the first rainstorm of this summer poured down.

The heavy rain was so fierce that there was no time for people to prepare.The rain poured in from the window, drenching the pot of Clivia on the window sill.

The sound of rain outside the window brought back Rong Zheng's thoughts, he turned his head to look at the scattered flower buds on the window sill, but his eyes passed over the scattered flower branches that had been watered by the torrential rain, not knowing where they fell.