Yan Yan looked at Zhang Mu and Han Fangshan in confusion, and asked puzzledly, "Why do you tell me why?" What are you two laughing at you? ”

Zhang Mu and Han Fangshan only laughed, but they didn't speak.

The stern became even more anxious, and it took a long time before he shouted: "Don't laugh, talk about it quickly." ”

Zhang Mu said: "Actually, there is nothing, it's just that Your Majesty wants to kill someone." ”

"Kill whom?" Stern asked.

"Whoever has merit kills whom." Zhang Mu said categorically.

Yan Yan suddenly seemed to understand something, his mouth opened wide, and he didn't close it for a long time.

"I'll be obedient, if you guess your majesty wrong, you're going to lose your head!!" Said sternly and excitedly.

"Can't be wrong. If you want to blame it, blame this Ji'an Hou for being too stupid and didn't understand what His Majesty meant. He has to shout and jump to Hangzhou, what do you say? It's just a division, but it's just a second-class member. It's not interesting to kill. If you want to handle it, you will handle a vigorous case that will give a resounding slap in the face to the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. Otherwise, why did I have this evil breath in my Zhang Mu's heart? Zhang Mu smiled faintly.

Han Fangshan supported his body hard and said, "Then it's decided." Wang Ming must be busy destroying evidence these days, and what he has dug up from him is already useless. However, Ji Anhou obviously didn't take us seriously. His body is full of flaws. As long as you dig him up, you won't be able to kill Wang Ming. ”

"Then how do we find evidence from Ji'anhou?" Stern asked.

Zhang Mu smiled: "You don't need to worry about this. I naturally have a clue here. Don't forget, I still have a killer feature. There is a saying that if you come out to mix, sooner or later you have to change. Besides, who does Your Majesty want to kill, do you need evidence? ”

Han Fangshan also asked, "Do you need it?" ”

Zhang Mu smiled: "No need. Two, rest early. ”

Saying this, Zhang Mu got up and walked towards his room.

Han Fangshan's face gradually returned to a gloomy expression. But the severity was still in extreme shock, and he didn't react.

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At night, a fishing boat floats faintly on the river.

In the middle of the night, the lonely lights, the fishing fires on the river are colorful, and a breeze hits, breaking a pool of autumn water.

Han Yuyan was half lying down and half leaning on the collapse of the fishing boat, and she had already recovered a seat in white, and on her beautiful cheeks that captivated the country and the city, she was neither sad nor happy, nor did she eat the fireworks of the world.

It's like a Buddha. Sit on Lingkong Mountain for 10,000 years.

Her gaze looked faintly in the direction of Hangzhou, although she could no longer see the appearance of Hangzhou, all she could see was an endless eternal night.

It's just that a certain person in Hangzhou City took away a wisp of her soul, which made her a little unable to let go.

Except for this wisp of soul, her heart is already like quicksand. It has long been in tatters.

In front of her, there were seven or eight people kneeling.

These seven or eight people, dressed in costumes, peddlers, pawns and squires and rich people.

Thereinto. Kneeling at the front was an old man in a patched shirt, who looked to be in his fifties and had a goatee. The folds of the face hide countless stories.

Although the old man was old, he was not faint.

on his arm. Wrapped in a wisp of white silk, fluttering in the breeze, it is particularly conspicuous.

However, if you look closely, regardless of men, women and children on the boat, they all have white silk tied to their arms, and they are not the only ones for the old man.

The expressions of the people in the boatload were as heavy as their dead fathers.

In fact, someone did have a funeral.

On the silent river, there is no sound, which makes people's hearts a little hairy.

The old man knelt on the ground, he was indeed old, and he knelt a little still, and quietly moved his numb legs.

Han Yuyan took a deep breath, her eyes couldn't help but be foggy, she quickly raised her head and looked up at the cabin, so as not to let her tears fall.

She slowly supported her delicate body, and the old man hurriedly tied the white silk to her lotus arm, and then knelt back in place.

Han Yuyan asked in a cold tone: "When my godfather died, did you ever have pain?" ”

It's just that when she said this, Han Yuyan couldn't help but want to cry, but she can't cry now, if she does, it will make them feel your weakness.

Han Lin'er is gone, a generation of heroes, Han Lin'er is gone.

No matter how awesome a person is, he can't beat the years.

But in the end, the father-daughter relationship is deep, and people are not plants and trees, how can they not grieve?

However, although Han Lin'er left, she threw this mess of Mingjiao to her.

Han Yuyan can cry, but the leader of Mingjiao is a god, since he is a god, where are the tears?

Therefore, Han Yuyan can't cry.

"Muslim Master's words, the old Master was very peaceful when he left. It didn't hurt at all. It's just that I didn't see you, Shenggu, and there was a bit of regret in my tone. The old man hurriedly replied.

"Oh, is the Sect Master's body incinerated?" Han Yuyan asked again.

"The body of the sect leader has been incinerated by you and returned to the light." The old elder continued.

"What are the last words of the sect leader?" Han Yuyan asked.

At this time, the old elder trembled and took out a flame rune made of gold from his coat, raised his hands high, held them above his head, and shouted tremblingly: "The last words of the sect leader: Order the saint Han Yuyan to take over the Ming Sect and officially become the fourth generation of the Ming Sect leader." ”

Han Yuyan looked at the flame totem faintly, this is the seal of the leader of the Ming Sect - the Ming Sect Bright Seal.

Just like the emperor's jade seal, he got this bright seal, and officially took over the Mingjiao.

"If it's a herald, why are you the only one coming?" Han Yuyan asked again.

"This ......." The old elder was reluctant to speak.

"Is it that Mingjiao is in civil strife at the moment?" Han Yuyan asked again.

For such a major event as the succession of the sect leader, the elders of the sect should all be present to welcome the new sect leader to return to the church.

There was only one elder from Aoki Hall, and Han Yuyan knew that something must have happened within the Ming Sect.

Han Lin'er is old, and there have been people in the Ming Sect who have been ready to move for a long time, but they are afraid of Han Lin'er's residual power, so they are all dormant.

Now that Han Lin'er has returned to heaven, the people in the sect are naturally dissatisfied and snatch the position of the sect leader, which is a necessary drama.

Han Yuyan also knows that the Ming Sect is already divided at this moment.

Otherwise, there would not have been such a sad scene.

"The sect leader has supernatural powers, and there are indeed some situations in the Ming Sect." The old elder hurriedly replied.

"Are there many casualties?" Han Yuyan asked.

"When the subordinates came out, many of the brothers in the main altar had already been killed. The most hateful thing is Venerable Sun, who actually colluded with King Jin. Kill us. The brothers in the church are now in danger like rats crossing the street. The group of grandsons of the White Lotus Sect took the opportunity to come and fall into the well. The situation is always not very rosy. The elder smiled bitterly.

"Hey, there's no one to worry about. This sect leader is tired today, so you all stand down. Saying this, Han Yuyan lay on the bed and closed her eyes faintly, but her fists were clenched tightly, and the blood in her palms ticked down, staining Luo's skirt ...... red. (To be continued......)