Liu Jing slowly sat back on the chair, his expression had returned to normal, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Didn't you say that you wanted to help me do three things, why did you only respond to one?" Why can't you help me kidnap Fu Silai? ”

The shadow snorted, and said contemptuously: "Such a trivial matter is not enough. Why did His Highness slaughter chicken ears with a knife? It's a tyrannical thing. ”

Liu Jing was furious in his heart, but a faint smile appeared on his face: "Oh, this is a trivial matter? I don't know what is the big deal in your eyes? ”

The shadow chuckled again, and said in a faint voice: "Does Your Highness know about a murder that happened in the Grange on the outskirts of Beijing?" ”

Liu Jing was stunned for a moment and asked: "Are you talking about the case of an official's husband and wife who burned charcoal to death recorded in the newspaper?" ”

"Yes." The shadow said, his voice as thin as smoke, "That was the first thing we did for Your Highness. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Liu Jing asked in a low voice, his expression a little gloomy.

The shadow finally burst out laughing. The laughter was as thin as the tip of a needle, scraping on the ear drums, causing goosebumps all over the body.

"The official and his wife are from the northwest, Your Highness, please think, do you have an old friend in the northwest?" The shadow said lightly.

Liu Jing's pupils shrank slightly.

Northwest? The Khanate? Xiao Hongzhu?

Could it be that the official who came from the northwest was not an ordinary transfer, but a side matter?

Liu Jing took a few steps forward, lowered his voice and asked, "I would like to hear about it." ”

The shadow seemed to sigh lightly, and then said with a "tsk": "Your Highness is smart, how can you not understand the meaning?" If we hadn't taken the secret letter. His Royal Highness thinks that what this JI official is holding in his hand can be a good thing? ”

Liu Jing was stunned.

Then, a huge chill instantly penetrated his whole body.

It's so easy to speculate.

The officials of the Joint Investigation Department secretly entered Beijing from the northwest and held a secret letter, so they could not have obtained evidence that he and Xiao Hongzhu had secretly joined forces.

As long as this secret letter is handed over, it will not only be him, but also Wu Guifei and even the Wu family, and I am afraid that there will be no day to turn over.

The green tendons on Liu Jing's forehead bulged one by one, and his complexion instantly became extremely hideous.

He never expected it. Someone in the Joint Investigation Department was secretly investigating him. Could it be said. This was actually arranged by his good royal brother?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Liu Jing's face again. The smile was mixed with the hideous color on his face, and it was indescribably distorted.

"It turns out that you did this." He said, his voice very cold.

"That's nature." The shadow's tone was still flat. "Those people from the Tibetan Sword Villa. Unable to do it. ”

When it comes to the words Tibetan Sword Villa. His voice did not change at all, as if he was talking about the most ordinary Jianghu sect. It seems that in his eyes, the Hidden Sword Villa is nothing more than Erer.

"The Grange thing. It was the first thing we did for Your Highness. The shadow continued in a faint voice.

Liu Jing's expression froze, and then a touch of killing intent faintly crossed his face.

This person's words all touched his scales. If it weren't for the fact that this was the time to employ people, he would definitely ......

The shadow didn't seem to notice Liu Jing's overflowing murderous aura, and continued: "What His Highness said today is the second thing. This third thing, His Royal Highness is really willing to follow the example of the child and exchange cattle for gold needles? ”

The green tendons on Liu Jing's forehead bulged a few more.

Who does this guy think he is? is not inferior in his mouth, and he dares to insult the prince of the dynasty as a child?

His fists clenched and creaked, and he almost used all his strength to suppress the surging killing intent.

"Not really." Liu Jing's voice was as cold as ice.

"Very good." The shadow looked satisfied.

After saying these two words, I saw a ripple in the depths of the heavy curtain, as if the wind outside the window blew in, blowing up the gorgeous brocade.

By the time the curtain had calmed down again, the shadow had disappeared.

Looking at the curtain of embossed embroidered multicolored dragon and phoenix patterns, Liu Jing's long-suppressed anger finally broke out. He raised his hand and swept it over the table, and there was a "bang" sound, and the pen grid, inkstone, paperweight and other objects on the desk were sprinkled on the ground, and the water in the porcelain pot splashed out, staining his white deerskin boots a dirty gray.

"Someone." He let out a low growl.

A white-faced and beardless guard answered the call, but he waved his hand and drove him out: "Call the maid who lit the lamp just now to come in." ”

Liu Jing felt a little breathless.

Now he desperately needed a little blood, a little mutilated limbs, and the screams of misery and fear that belonged to a young girl, to dissipate his anger and inexplicable desire/desire.

A few moments later, a petite maid walked in under the brocade curtain, the one who had just lit the lamp. At this time, she trembled, and her eyes were full of panic and fear.

Liu Jing felt extremely thirsty.

He licked his lips, reached over the servant, and with a short, trembling scream, pressed her against the desk......

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The climate of Jinling City this winter is really a bit strange.

Since the cold of the day, the rain and snow have stopped for a while, and it has been sunny for more than ten days, and occasionally the wind passes, and the wind seems to have a little warmth, but there is a bit of spring flavor.

Fu Jun stepped into the courtyard gate of Yiqing Courtyard, and the group talked to Shijiang, and the group handed her the small bamboo basket in their hands.

This year, I don't know what's going on, the grass and trees sprout very early, and there are a few new bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. Fu Jun just went to dig up the tender bamboo shoots, and now there are two in the small bamboo basket, Fu Jun plans to ask the small kitchen to make a cup of winter bamboo shoots cloud leg soup for a while, which can be regarded as a fresh taste.

"What are you going to do, girl, look at the ashes of this body." Shen's mother came out of the house, and as soon as she saw Fu Jun, she began to count down, and took out a handkerchief to dust her off.

Fu Jun smiled and took her hand and said, "Mom, don't be busy, I will change my clothes after a while, and my mother can take it outside and shake it off." ”

Mother Shen laughed at what she said, so she had to take her hand, but she still couldn't help but admonish: "The girl shouldn't wear this body, it's not good if she is seen." How can there be a girl from the Hou Mansion who wears cloth clothes? ”

Speaking of which, this green cloth dress was changed for the convenience of activities, and Fu Jun would not wear it like this. At this moment, after listening to Shen's mother/mother/'s words, she went to change into a half-new sky blue embroidered five-bat pattern fragrant cloud gauze skirt, combed her hair again, and then sat in front of the desk in front of the window to drink tea.

At this time, I heard Qingman's laughing voice under the corridor: "Yo, our sugar man is here, please come in." ”

Chu Blade's voice then rang out: "I'm a sugar man, what are you?" Needleman? ”

These words caused the girls around them to giggle, and the people in the room also laughed when they heard it.

Shi Jiang shook his head and said, "Now that Qingman is looking for a companion, he and Chu Jian have been talking all day long, and I don't know how I have so many things to say." ”

Fu Jun smiled lightly and said: "There are few people in Zhuangzi, and it doesn't look lonely to have them talking. (To be continued.) )