- Hearing Wang Chi say this, the old merchant in silk clothes thought about it for a while in his heart, and finally opened his mouth to ask for instructions: Then, the food needs in the repair process will be fully borne by the little old man. (Fengwu Literature Network)

What does this have to do with you? Wang Chi didn't even want to throw this fragmentary burden to the businessman, Zhengse said: The old merchant has been working hard for a few years to run this museum, although he went voluntarily, but the dynasty has never allocated a penny to you for this matter in recent years, how can you ask you to hurt money for the normal loss of the museum area?

Having said this, Wang Chi raised his hand slightly, beckoned the old merchant in silk clothes closer, and then said in a slightly lower voice: If this rule is broken, if there is anything in the future, it is inevitable that someone will make a reason to report it, but it is asking you businessmen to pay money. In the long run, who will dare and who will be willing to take on this burden for me? What's more, just to build a small teahouse, the treasury is not so weak.

When the old merchant heard this, his shoulders shook slightly, and he quickly nodded in response, not daring to say anything more.

After some instructions with the three officials and the three officials in charge of today's affairs, Li Gai had already rescued the two guards. The thirteenth and fourteenth guards had been trained and cultivated by Li Gai before they were selected as palace guards, and they were seriously injured at this time, and they were immediately sent to the Commander's Mansion by Li Gai for treatment.

The water convoy prepared by the guards in the yamen of the Hengtai Pavilion block has also arrived, and the open flames inside and outside the teahouse were quickly extinguished, but the walls of the houses became more fragile under the sudden cold, and the last section of the remnant wall also collapsed completely.

After the masonry cooled down a bit, fifty guards from the Hengtai Pavilion block were assigned to participate in the cleanup of the building debris. It was the height of spring, and although the Assassins had committed unforgivable sins, their bodies had to be cleared and buried in the earth to avoid the danger of disease.

In addition, Li Gai plans to clean up all these corpses and transport them back to the Commander's Mansion for a closer examination, and may be able to find some clues from the corpses that can be used to solve this assassination case.

Thirteen and fourteen were pulled out of the rubble by the guards. Although he is dying, he is still alive. Kyoto Prefecture has excellent medicinal herbs, and there are plenty of doctors, so even if a bone is broken, it will be healed.

Although Ah Tong was not injured, only a layer of skin was burned off by his hands when he rummaged through the rubble just now, but he was also sent to the Commander's Mansion by his close servants along with the two seriously injured guards. Li Gai will remember the credit of this person, and at the same time, when he goes back later, he will also ask this person about something.

As for Ruan Luo, who has fallen into a deep coma and is about to wear himself down to the point of losing his human appearance. When arranging for someone to send those three attendants to treatment. Li Gai frowned. In the end, he ordered Ruan Luo to be sent to Yiyeju.

The matter at hand was temporarily over, and Li Gai returned to the tent and stood beside Wang Chi.

All of the Assassins were either shot dead in the scuffle or buried alive in the later fire that collapsed in the teahouse. The last breath of life was extinguished by the scorching fireworks—the only one alive among them was the woman lying on the ground in front of the tent and bound like a cocoon by dozens of extremely fine silk threads.

Do you drag her to the yamen of the Criminal Department for trial, or do you pull her to the execution room in the Commander's Mansion to be tortured, or do you ...... here?

Li Gai glanced down at Wang Chi and did not speak.

Wang Chi lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he was resting, but there was only a pair of tables and chairs under the tent, which was too simple. It's really not a good place to rest. In addition to the unfavorable environment, the brocade dress he was wearing was also dotted with charcoal and stains, and the appearance of him sitting in the line of sight of hundreds of pairs of eyes was really a mistake in the identity of the emperor.

But he didn't speak. Li Gai, who was standing beside him, didn't ask much, and he didn't mean to urge him to return to the palace. Li Gai didn't speak, and none of the others present dared to say more than half a word.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites saw that His Majesty's splendid civilian clothes were stained with charcoal in many places, and he had a pimple in his heart.

He is a relict of the previous dynasty, and has 15 years of experience in the previous dynasty, which is two years more senior than in the new dynasty. He clearly remembered that although the last emperor of the previous dynasty did not make any achievements in political achievements, in terms of caring for his honorable wings, it was much more delicate than the emperor of the new dynasty who was sitting in front of him now.

If it was the emperor of the previous dynasty who was facing today's incident, not to mention how much anger he would inevitably suffer when he arrived, it was very likely that he would be punished and punished, but only that the emperor of the previous dynasty would take great measures to clean himself after his anger subsided a little, summoning hundreds of palace people, and tossing incense and bathing for ten days and a half months, and then stopping the dynasty for a few days...... What is like the current ......

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites thought silently in his heart while hesitating, not knowing whether he should be reminded at this time when His Majesty seemed to be meditating.

After today's incident, His Majesty has not been angry or angry with his subordinates, but according to the experience gained by Bian Shuhe, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, who has been observing words and expressions in the court and in the yamen for many years, he only feels that His Majesty can still restrain his mood from getting angry for something, which does not mean that His Majesty has no anger in his heart.

Bian Shuhe really wanted to do something to maintain His Majesty's dignity and demeanor, but he was really worried, afraid that he would happen to hit the righteous mouth of the angry eruption.

As for Shangguan Ying, the chief guard of the Forbidden Palace, he pleaded with His Majesty just now, and was quickly pardoned by His Majesty, so he should be more relaxed at this time. But looking at the expression on his face at this time, standing straight like a lance, he was standing behind the side of the round-backed chair, and it was obvious that he couldn't relax.

Even if His Majesty pardoned him verbally, and so many people present heard it, and with his behavior and character observed by His Majesty for several years, he would never go over old accounts afterwards, but for him, the guilt of dereliction of duty still existed. And His Majesty did not change the brocade clothes that had been stained by phlegm because of his dereliction of duty, and the sense of guilt in his heart did not stop accumulating inch by inch.

Should we speak out?

Shangguan Ying's mood also came to a crossroads, but his hesitation was slightly weaker than that of Bian Shuhe, because he hoped to share his worries for His Majesty, and he was a little more loyal to the Lord than Bian Shuhe.

But today, he didn't have time to say the loyalty that he had finally decided on after thinking about it for a long time.

Because His Majesty spoke first.

Wang Chi, who lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was resting and recuperating, and as if he was contemplating something, raised his eyelids slightly, opened his lips and said two words: return to the palace. He pronounced these two words very lowly, as if he was sighing while speaking.

Li Gai understood, just as he had helped him out of the ruins just now. Ping Ping stretched out a hand, and the palm of his hand held a thin and undetectable layer of Yingying air.

Wang Chi glanced sideways for a moment, and then also stretched out a palm and covered it flat. With this strength, he rose from his round-backed chair.

As soon as he stood up, all around him, whether they were officers or soldiers, knelt down on one knee and bowed.

And when he was about to step out of the tent, his front foot had just picked up, and before he could fall, there was a rumbling sound of footsteps in the street not far away. Everyone was stunned. And he saw a large group of foot soldiers running forward.

Shangguan Ying, the chief guard of the forbidden palace, looked at this battle at first glance. I just thought it was someone from the military department who came. But after calming down and taking a closer look, he recognized the figure of Yin Jiang Can of Kyoto Prefecture from the front of the infantry phalanx.

Jiang Can rushed here, but he didn't ride a horse all the way. He is not a martial artist, and his body is limited. The last leg of the road was roughly carried by the two lieutenants on the left and right shoulders, and they dragged and dragged along the way. Of course, it's not that he didn't want to come, so he was dragged hard, he really couldn't run.

When he was still a hundred steps away from the large army tent that had been temporarily erected in front of the ruins, he only saw the corner of the tent in the corner of the Kyoto Prefecture, Yin Jiangcan, who already had an idea in his heart, and His Majesty was definitely in that tent.

And when he was close to the big tent fifty paces away, Jiang Can's line of sight was finally enough to see the people under the tent clearly, and once again determined the position where His Majesty was standing. His face was filled with complex expressions of self-blame and fear. At this moment, he deeply realized what a test of shame it was to show such a variety of expressions on his face after running for several miles on foot, and in a physical state that was about to die.

He couldn't see his face at this point. So while he experienced a new feeling, he neglected a more crucial thing.

-- In such extreme circumstances, it is impossible for a person to put on these expressions perfectly, unless these feelings are really from the heart.

When he was still about ten steps away from the two people standing in the center of the officers and soldiers kneeling under the big tent, Yin Jiang Can of Kyoto Prefecture finally gritted his teeth secretly, shook off the two lieutenants who were running with his left and right arms around him, bent his knees weakly, and knelt out towards His Majesty in the tent.

Of course, the two lieutenant generals knew what Master Jiang meant by shaking his hand, and while they hurriedly let go, they did not continue to run forward, and knelt down on the spot.

Kneeling down in front of His Majesty with a thud, Jiang Can of Kyoto Prefecture was already crying, salivating and snot--in fact, he was running too fiercely along the way, and he was provoked--After whimpering a few times, Jiang Can's voice was broken and he shouted hoarsely: Your Majesty, the sinner's rescue is too late, although the sinner is unforgivable......

Wang Chi had just been buried in the rubble for a while, and at this moment, the inexplicable internal injuries that erupted in his chest and abdomen began to faintly haunt him again, prompting him to feel a little weak. Just as the waiter of the Ministry of Rites thought in his heart, although Wang Chi was not angry at this time, his mood was indeed not much better.

He looked at the chief executive of the imperial capital who was kneeling in front of him, this person seemed to be gasping and about to vomit out his lungs, but he looked at the expression on this person's face, but he suddenly felt a little bored in his heart.

But this trace of personal affection was quickly suppressed in his heart. He didn't want to have too much trouble with this Lord Yin at this moment, this place, including venting his negative feelings.

Because he was restraining his feelings, as soon as Wang Chifu spoke, his voice still revealed a hint of coldness and hardness: Forgive whose sins, can a person say it?

When Jiang Can heard this, his shoulders shook slightly.

Nanzhao was a dynasty with strict laws, but ...... Some of His Majesty's henchmen and officials have also done things like cutting first and then playing!

Jiang Can was cautious about saying anything more, but Wang Chi was too lazy to say more nonsense, so he only waved his hand lightly: Let's all be even!

Xie Majesty xià...... Jiang Can hesitated slightly, and finally stood up straight. And until this time, he still had not gasped for breath in his chest, and he really wanted to breathe a sigh at this time, but after a quick glance raising, he dispelled this thought.

Ignoring the rhetoric prepared by the Kyoto Prefecture Yin at this time, and without giving any more instructions, Wang Chi continued to walk outside the big tent. Behind him, hundreds of officers and soldiers stood up one after another.

Dozens of guard masters trained by Li Gai personally gathered around the emperor and walked ten steps away, and the two hundred guards of the forbidden palace, as well as the hundreds of soldiers brought by the Yin of Kyoto Prefecture later, were followed by Shangguan Ying. The hundreds of guards in the Hengtai Pavilion block were at the end, and they had no right to set foot in the forbidden area of the palace, and at most they had to stop escorting the emperor out of this block.

Kyoto Prefecture Yin Jiang Can followed behind the emperor with a somewhat stunned look in his eyes, he was a little incomprehensible, no one called a chariot for His Majesty just now? What the hell just happened? Jiang Can was a little suspicious of the news he had heard from his subordinates about the emperor's assassination in the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood.

And just when the word chariot appeared in Jiang Can's mind, hundreds of steps away from the street, a large group of people came.

In this group, there were not only foot soldiers, but also infantry, cavalry, shieldmen, and crossbowmen, but the most conspicuous among this group was the eight-horse six-wheeled chariot covered with golden brocade curtains...... It's empty!

Jiang Can's heart was slightly relieved, just waiting for His Majesty to get into the chariot, he didn't have to follow so closely, or he didn't have to bear the pressure on his heart all the way to the palace on foot, and he could withdraw halfway.

Compared with Jiang Can's focus when he saw the Imperial Brigade, Wang Chi saw the group of people rushing towards him, and he saw a young man at the front of the angry horse whipping at the first time.

The second prince Wang Hong!

Wang Hong's clothes were slightly messy, his face was a little pale, the hand holding the horse's reins was faintly protruding, and the hand holding the horsewhip was wrapped in thick white gauze, in order to hold the whip in his hand, the wound wrapped under the white gauze had cracked, and blood oozed out of the cloth.

It is always easy to feel warm to see the person closest to him after just experiencing a thrilling adventure, Wang Chi's heart softened slightly, and then he saw a dazzling color on the hand of the second son holding the whip.

His eyebrows twitched rapidly, vaguely distressed, and silently said: This stupid child.

The second prince, Wang Hong, saw his father walking with help immediately, and his heart was also tight. Before the horse could steady, he jumped down and ran to his father despite the numbing pain from the sharp impact of his ankle on the ground.

Father! -