Wang Wenyuan heard a lot of noise below. Some people shouted in horror, "Miss Wang has fallen", there was the noise of summoning Langzhong, and Zheng Siying's laughter was anxious and secretly happy.

There was no "Wen Yuan" alone, and there was no sound of him in the end.

Wang Wenyuan smiled.

"Daddy!"

These were the last words she had left in the snow. Just the last sentence of two words.

Then there was a loud muffled bang.

A sharp heart-rending pain came from her back, and her world turned blood-red.

……

Daddy!

Wen Yuan has grown taller again.

……

In the twelfth year of heaven and the fifteenth year of the first month. Shangyuan.

The eldest lady of the Wang family, Wang Wenyuan, fell from the tower outside the Zheng Mansion and fell to her death.

His death was horrible, his muscles and bones were broken, and his blood bloomed into a huge flower, but he said that the eldest girl Wang walked away with a smile, and her blood-stained smile was clean, like a child.

Kyushu shook, Daming Palace was uneasy, and the undercurrent of the chess game was turbulent.

Some people say that Wang Wenyuan and Zheng Siying had a dispute, Wang Wenyuan wanted to hurt Zheng Siying, but he lost his foot and fell from the upper floor.

Some people also say that Wang Wenyuan wanted to stab Zheng Siying to death, but Zheng Siying struggled to resist and pushed Wang Wenyuan down from the upper floor and fell to his death.

There are two ways to say this, and so on. Because the two of them were in a high-rise building that day, there was no third pair of eyes, and the onlookers downstairs could only take a rough look, so who killed whom, Chang'an had a heated quarrel, just waiting for the Zheng and Wang families to come out and make a conclusion.

However, the Wang family, which has always paid for murder, is surprisingly quiet this time.

Wang Wenyuan has been dead for ten days, and the Wang family has not come forward to judge black and white, only the Zheng family shouts grievances all day long, shouting alone, Zheng Siying is too seriously injured and is in a coma in bed to recuperate.

So the twentieth day of the first month. The Wang family released the news, saying that Wang Jian was sick, and the illness could not be repaid, and he was not on the couch, and the people of the world were not surprised, but suddenly realized.

It turned out that the Wang family did not come forward since the incident because Wang Jian was sick. Naturally, you can't be harsh on the patient, and when the patient is cured, it's not too late to judge black and white.

The twenty-third day of the first month. The queen was worried about her brother's condition, and specially invited the holy decree to visit her brother to show the emperor's grace.

Needless to say, the provincial guard of honor did not need to be detailed, but when the queen finished the ceremony, she withdrew from everyone, closed the window sash, and left her and Wang Jian in the upper room.

"My brother is really pretending to be sick. can delay the turmoil of Wen Yuan's death, and find a reason to let me out of the palace, it can be described as killing two birds with one stone. Queen Wang looked at Wang Jian on the couch and showed an indistinguishable smile.

Wang Jian lifted the quilt and got up from the couch, his ruddy face did not show the slightest sickness, but the depths of those eagle eyes were filled with a palpitating light.

He first looked around, there was an unwavering vigilance between his eyebrows, and then he made a thousand calls to Queen Wang: "Weichen asks the queen for peace." ”

"There is no third person here except you and me, my brother can rest assured, there is no need to pretend to be a scene. Queen Wang looked at Wang Jian's bowed head, and her eyes crossed with mockery, "My brother pretended to be sick and asked me to leave the palace just to discuss Wen Yuan's death." Just ask my brother to speak directly. ”

Wang Jian straightened his waist at this time, and saw that Queen Wang's face was no longer respectful, and turned from a courtier to the head of the Wang family, even if it was the queen in front of him, it was just a chess piece in his palm.

"There are many eyes and ears in the palace, especially the emperor's brocade guards, it is really difficult to ensure that there is not the slightest rumor. The stakes are so high, I have no choice but to pretend to be sick and get you out of the palace. It's always reassuring to discuss things in your own mansion. Wang Jian sat down beside the desk and reached out to pour tea, but he didn't beckon Queen Wang to sit down.

The dignified Empress Wei stood in front of him, like a little follower who listened to orders.

"Wang Wenyuan's death, what does the queen think?"

Queen Wang's expression was as good as ever, and she responded lightly: "Wen Yuan stabbed Zheng Siying with a golden hairpin in his hand, and the people can see this clearly, but what they don't know is how they fell from the building." One theory is that Wen Yuan fell down by himself, and the other is that Zheng Siying struggled to resist and pushed Wen Yuan down by mistake. Who killed whom, rumors are varied, just waiting for my brother to come forward to make a verdict. ”

"Zheng Siying is also injured?" Wang Jian interrupted Queen Wang and interjected abruptly.

Queen Wang was stunned for a moment, but her answer was not slow: "Not bad." The golden hairpin pierced three inches, although it did not hurt the key, but it was not light. Zheng Siying fainted on the spot, was rescued by the Zheng family, and is still unconscious, and the emperor sent the imperial doctor. ”

"Is your life saved?" Wang Jian thoughtfully said.

Queen Wang nodded: "The imperial doctor said that the injury is serious, but the life is fine." At that time, even the imperial doctor was surprised, the angle of the golden hairpin piercing was well grasped, if it was one more point, the small life would be guaranteed. It's like a gift from God, and her Zheng Siying's life should not be extinguished. ”

"If she hadn't been injured, how could the premise of 'Wen Yuan stabbing Zheng Siying' be determined, which would lead to disagreement about who killed whom. If she is fine, and Wen Yuan is dead, there is no need to discuss whether she lost her footing or missed, because the people will instinctively conclude that she killed Wen Yuan. Wang Jian picked up a cup of hot tea, and the thick white gas blinded his eyes, teaching people to see what his expression was.

The strong kill the weak. Those who are still alive must be murderers.

People's hearts are ignorant, common sense is misleading, but rumors are as fierce as tigers, even if they are white, they can be crooked into black.

Only one dead and one wounded, and putting both on the scale of the victims, will lead to disagreements about who killed whom, and the fork in the road in which things are difficult to discern.

"What does my brother want to say?" Queen Wang also sensed Wang Jian's deep meaning, and couldn't help but lean over and deliberately lower her tone.

"Zheng Siying is very smart. So, isn't this murder over? It was Wen Yuan who stabbed Zheng Siying and fell down. What does the queen think?" Wang Jian raised his eyes suddenly, and a smile flashed.

There was no sadness in it, only a fiery smile on his face.

Although Wang Jian meant to ask the queen, there was not much room in his words, and even if he wanted to let the queen out of the palace and discuss the conclusion of Wang Wenyuan's death, he might not really want to ask the queen's thoughts.

The left and right are just talking to each other, so as not to show their feet in front of public opinion. Anyway, he is the one in charge of the chess game, and the queen is just a piece of chess in the game.

Queen Wang seemed to understand this very well, and did not answer her thoughts, but was slightly surprised: "How can my brother be so convinced?"

"For example, the split of the people's hearts into two factions today leads to completely different endings. If Wen Yuan makes a mistake himself, then Zheng Siying will be innocent and continue to live as a chess player. If Zheng Siying misses, then she has committed a capital crime, and both the royal family and the law have reason to behead her. Wang Jian spoke eloquently and had a clear idea.

He turned his head to look at the queen, and with a thud in his eyes burst into flames, burning with all the flames of lust and greed, and his whole face was blazing.

"Queen, Wang Wenyuan is dead, Zheng Siying is alive. A dead man, a living man, isn't it more useful for the living?"

Queen Wang was stunned. Of course, the living are more useful than the dead.

Measured against biological daughters and women with foreign surnames, this assertion is ridiculous. It can be put on the surface of useful and useless pieces to weigh and be reasonable beyond doubt.

In the chess game, there is only profit. No amount of love or blood can be worth the word profit.