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"My lord, it's here. ”

Ning Caichen lifted the curtain of the carriage, and saw the vermilion palace gate and the back of the coachman.

The coachman is still the same as before, and as an ordinary man, he doesn't even know that he has been stunned by a spell and impersonated.

"Do you think these two horses are really too old......?"

He looked at the rising sun and sighed.

"Ah, okay. ”

Ning Caichen got out of the car, and the vermilion palace door was open for him, and there were already hundreds of officials waiting behind the door.

"Prime Minister!"

As soon as Ning Caichen appeared, all kinds of voices or respectful voices rang out.

This kind of treatment only happens when you have to play a role in a big play.

"Hi, hi. ”

Ning Caichen nodded at the hundred officials, his face was full of laziness and enjoyment, but perhaps only he knew that somewhere in his heart, after being found by Yan Chixia, there was an emotion called 'unease' that grew like weeds.

What is it that makes you uneasy?

He is the assistant of the old emperor himself.

He is the only successor of Mr. Zhuge Wolong.

He is the left and right arm that the emperor currently relies on the most.

Why be uneasy?

He shrugged his shoulders without a trace, not to relax, but to confirm the letter that Yan Chixia had forwarded to him.

There was no handwriting on the envelope, but he had opened it when he was in the car, and there were only nine words in the letter.

"Zhuge Wolong, Yang Wuji, wronged. ”

He remembered something that he had stopped remembering recently.

He remembered the dark cell.

He remembered the sour smell of food.

He remembered the symphony of the footsteps of the guards outside his cell and the swaying shackles.

"Lord Ning, in the past, you were always the first to arrive, but there is something at home today?"

A seemingly loyal civil official walked up to Ning Caichen, and after a salute, he said in a tentative tone.

The prime minister is the head of a hundred officials, especially in the current period, there is no official who does not want to try his best to tie up with the prime minister in front of him.

Although Ning Caichen seemed to be young, and he was too young to speak, as long as he was in the phase, then all the criticism that had nothing to do with this position would not change in the minds of the hundred officials, at least in person.

"Lord Squire of the Criminal Department?"

Ning Caichen saw the person in front of him clearly, he frowned, and after thinking about it again and again, he still couldn't remember whether this friend's surname was Zhang or Li.

"How dare you! Lord Ning is really tormented!"

The waiter of the criminal department arched his hand again and again, and he didn't know what to look like behind his hanging sleeve robe.

Maybe it seems respectful, or maybe it's just a sneer.

Ning Caichen couldn't see the other party's expression, and he didn't bother to care about what kind of expression the other party had on his face.

"Let me ask you, have you ever heard of the name 'Yang Wuji'?"

Ning Caichen asked.

The early dynasty had not yet begun, and all the officials stayed between the two palace gates and failed to enter the palace.

The space between the palace gates and the palace gates is naturally spacious, but no matter how spacious the space is, if more than 100 humans are crammed, the prototype of the vegetable market has already been born.

By the time he spoke, Ning Caichen and the waiter of the Criminal Department had already walked to a relatively secluded place, otherwise it would be difficult to distinguish each other's words.

"'Yang Wuji'? Lord Ning, there are not a thousand people called 'Yang Wuji' in this world, but also a hundred, and the lower officials don't understand which one you are referring to. ”

The squire of the criminal department said.

"The case of the one who was locked up in Youzhou Prison should have been recorded in the file of the Criminal Department, if nothing else, it was a few months ago. ”

Ning Caichen said.

"My lord, the past few months have coincided with great changes, and the files in the criminal department are messy, please allow me to check it well after I go back and then report to my lord!"

When it comes to official affairs, this squire of the criminal department has a good appearance, but his 'appearance' only stays in tone, and when it comes to substantive content, it is only prevarication.

"It's been more than half a month, Lord Shirou of the Criminal Department. ”

The sudden change of words and the sudden turn of tone were like a paper kite that had broken its line and turned into a meteor and hit the earth.

Ning Caichen looked at this squire with an expressionless face.

"The lower official should be damned! Your Excellency, please give the lower official a chance to atone for his sins!"

The expression on Ning Caichen's face was no less than the greeting of the judge of the underworld for Lord Lang of the Criminal Department, but in less than a flick of his fingers, he had already knelt down very simply.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow at the latest, Xia Guan will definitely give the Prime Minister a perfect reply!"

The squire of the criminal department said.

He didn't dare to raise his head or get up, until the palace door leading to the court hall opened, and the sound of hundreds of officials moving their footsteps came and went, until the pair of feet belonging to Ning Caichen in front of him also walked away with the general flow.

"Huh...... 'Yang Wuji', where is sacred?"

Only then did he dare to stand up, and after wiping the sweat and ashes off his forehead, he muttered to himself.

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In the city, restaurants.

On the second floor, there is a jar of wine and a table of dishes near the window.

The wine belongs to the flower carving, and the dish is out of Huainan.

A man sits against a railing, holding a wine glass, drinking up the scenery of the street.

"Dengdenden. ”

The floor trembled, and a white-headed man came upstairs, and when he saw the wine and food, he sat down unceremoniously at the table, grabbed the wine jar and poured it down.

"Knock knock!"

He took three sips in a row, the wine that leaked from his mouth soaking through the clothes on his chest.

"Are you too thirsty or are you not happy?"

The man sitting on the edge of the railing was still looking out the window at the street, and he didn't even turn his head at the arrival of the man.

"Naturally, I'm too thirsty, but you're coming back a little early. Why, didn't you have enough fun last night?"

Holding the wine jar, the white-headed man sat in the chair, the chair is a rattan chair, which does not match all the household items on the second floor, but being sat in by this man shows a hint of harmony. It was as if it was supposed to be here, carrying the weight of this man and the wine jar.

"Of course it's not enough, how can we talk about 'having fun'?"

The man leaning on the side of the railing finally withdrew his gaze from the window, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, who is it if it is not Mo Ye?

"Brother Yan, do you have a formation that can amplify the aura of treasures?"

He asked.

Baitou, called Brother Yan by Mo Ye, the identity of the man holding the wine jar naturally does not need to be described further.

"Yes, yes, but why should I teach you? I don't agree with what you're doing, people are humane, ghosts have ghosts, and they shouldn't interfere with each other. ”

Yan Chixia seemed to have drunk enough wine, he hugged the jar, and although he said righteous and awe-inspiring words in his mouth, in fact, there was an indifferent expression on his face.

"Is it enough reason for an old friend?"

Mo Evil Dao.

This window faces the street, and this street faces the Royal Palace.

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