On the twentieth day of the first month of the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, two quarters of the unitary hour

Jiang Yuan, who is forty and two years old this year, walked out of the official office of the Criminal Department and prepared to return home in a carriage.

This person is Cao Zheng of the First Criminal Division under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Department, also known as Si Shilang, who is the chief of the three major divisions under the name of the Criminal Department, and a senior member of the DPRK and Central Committee under the third grade.

Since Wang Tian, the secretary of the Criminal Department, and Hongde, the servant of the Criminal Department, were assassinated one after another, Jiang Yuan secretly started to think in his heart, "" The novel chapter is updated the fastest.

Although there are two other divisions in the Criminal Department who are on an equal footing with him, in terms of qualifications, shouldn't he Jiang Yuan be promoted to the post of secretary of the Criminal Department?

But to his disappointment, Li Ji, the Son of Heaven, actually appointed a kid named Xie An as the acting secretary of the Shime Criminal Department......

How can a little ghost who is only about eighteen years old shoulder the huge judicial body of the Criminal Department?

Originally, Jiang Yuan planned to unite with the priests of the other two divisions of the Criminal Department to jointly ask the emperor about the matter, but when he secretly investigated the little ghost named Xie An, Jiang Yuan changed his mind.

Without him, just because this kid named Xie An is too powerful in the background, not only the grandson-in-law of the Liangqiu family in Donggong Mansion, one of the four towns, but also the grandson-in-law of the prime minister of the dynasty, the grandson-in-law of Sun Jing, the chief of the military department, it is said that on the fourth day of the next month, this son will marry the daughter of the two wealthy families in Jijing.

Such a prominent figure, how could he be shaken by Jiang Yuan and a few people?

"Alas, there is really someone above who is good to be an official......" Sighing secretly, Jiang Yuanyao walked down the stone steps in front of the official office, standing outside the gate of the mansion and waiting for the old servant of Ziji's family to drive to pick him up.

Anyway, there is still a wèizhi left in the criminal department......

Why don't you bring a little gift to visit that little ghost tomorrow? In the end, eighty percent of people will be ziji's top boss in the future, even if the promotion fails, it's always right to play guānxi......

Well, that's it!

How about a shime gift?

That kid is the grandson-in-law of the two wealthy families in Jijing, and there should be no shortage of applications. Not......

Why don't you give him the century-old wine at home?

Well, I don't know if that kid understands wine, don't go to shihou to trample on that jar of wine......

Just when Jiang Yuan was thinking carefully, he suddenly felt a trace of pain in his neck, and when he reached out to touch it, he was stunned to touch a silver needle as thin as silk.

"It's ......"

Before Jiang Yuan mingbái came over. In the middle of the year, he only felt a cramp in his heart, and he slowly knelt to the ground holding his heart, a few traces of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and then fell to the side of the road with a bang.

Suddenly, the people on the street were in chaos.

"Dead man, something's wrong!"

"Huh?" Hearing the shouts of the people on the street, the guards outside the official office of the Criminal Department hurriedly went over to check what was going on, but saw Jiang Yuan, the waiter of the Criminal Division, bleeding from his mouth and nose. It has long been out of breath.

"My lord? My lord? Ginger-sama? ”

After a few shouts, one of the guards reached out to probe Jiang Yuan's snort, and then shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, Zhoue jokes?

One of the three divisions of the dignified Criminal Department, the Division of Criminal Affairs, and Si Shilang were killed outside the official office of the Criminal Department?

This simply makes no sense!

Thinking of this, the guards ran a few steps to inspect the people on the street, but unfortunately there was a vast sea of people, how to find the murderer?

"Damn!"

Just as the guards were scolding. At the entrance of a small alley in one section of the street, a woman wearing a hat reached out and pressed the hat on her head. Then, he quickly hid a bamboo pipe in his right hand into his sleeve and quietly left.

After half a stick of incense

With Jiang Yuan yiyàng, Zhang Ye, the head of the Hyogo Division of the Ministry of War, took a carriage to prepare to return to his mansion, and sat in the carriage, thinking about what he had seen and heard in the Ministry of War today.

What an accident......

Lord Grandson of the Squire of the Military Department. Do you really want to marry his daughter to that little ghost named Xie An?

Touching a pinch of beard on his chin, Zhang Ye felt a little funny in his heart.

I really can't imagine that the vicious girl who was secretly called [Oriji] by the Ministry of War actually has a shihou who will suffer......

Well, since it was Shangguan's daughter who got married. As a soldier in the military department, Ziji should also say something......

Just as Zhang Ye was thinking in his heart, he suddenly heard the noise of people on the street in front of him.

"What's going on?" Zhang Ye lifted the curtain and asked Ziji's groom.

The coachman shook his head.

"Check it out!"

"Yes!" Nodding, the coachman parked the carriage at the mouth of an alley, walked a few steps, and squeezed into the crowd for news.

After about half a cup of tea, the coachman came back, stood beside the carriage and said respectfully, "Master Qiqi, there is an adult in the Criminal Department who has been killed......

However, to the driver's puzzlement, the old man in the car did not respond for a long time.

"Sir? Master? Wondering, the coachman stepped into the carriage, carefully lifted the curtains, and looked into the carriage.

Just glanced at it, and there was an incredible shock in his eyes, only to see that the old man in the carriage had been stabbed to death, covered in blood, and sat paralyzed in the carriage.

"Come on...... Come on, kill ...... Kill someone......" After a pause, the coachman screamed.

A moment later

A few streets away from Chaoyang Street, the head of the household branch division Lang Yupeng also returned to Ziji Mansion in a double-lifted sedan chair.

Because the temper of the sedan chair is not good on weekdays, the two sedan chair drivers are very careful when carrying the sedan chair, for fear of encountering bumps and bumps on the road and provoking the scolding of the master from home.

But what made the two palanquin drivers a little puzzled was that their own master, who talked a lot and was verbose on weekdays, seemed to have shime on his mind today, and he didn't say anything along the way.

can wonder if it is boring, after all, there is a difference between the top and bottom, and the two palanquin drivers are not easy to ask, so as not to cause trouble.

In this way, the two sedan chair men carried the sedan chair to the mansion, and then gently put down the sedan chair, stood respectfully and said, "Master, go to the mansion ......"

But after waiting for half a cup of tea, I didn't see any reaction from the sedan chair.

In this regard, the two sedan chair drivers glanced at each other, plucked up their courage, and gently lifted the curtain of the sedan chair......

Only then did the two of them realize that his old man, Yu Peng, had already been killed in the sedan chair, and blood was flowing from his throat. Warm blood trickled down his clothes into the palanquin......

"Old ...... Father? The two palanquin drivers glanced at each other, and fǎngfo ran into the mansion like a ghost.

"Husband...... Madam, it's not good, something happened, sir, he ......"

A moment in time

Yao Ji, the host and guest secretary of the Ministry of Rites, also rode back to his mansion on horseback. When he wanted to cross an alley, the crotch horse stopped for some reason, looked at the slightly invisible alley, snorted, couldn't stop retreating, and almost threw Yao Ji off the horse.

"You brute, what's wrong with you?" Pulling the reins and finally Rongyi calmed down the crotch and the horse, Yao Ji scolded angrily, "Don't you recognize the way back home?" Damn it! He said. He raised the whip in his hand and slammed it on the horse's hips.

The horses were in pain and rushed into the alley like crazy.

When the horse rushed out of the alley to Guangqu Street after half a cup of tea, it had already been méiyou on its back, and there was only a corpse that had been dragged beyond sight on the ground, one foot hanging from the stirrups......

"How...... What's going on? ”

The people passing by in Guangqu Street were shocked, and some of them were bold. A cautious glance at the alley revealed that there was nothing unusual in it. There was only a bloodstain that was more than dozens of feet long, which was unbearable......

Two o'clock

Shen De, a subordinate of Weiwei Temple and the general of the Guangqumen garrison of the Patrol Division, returned to his mansion on his horse after arranging the change of defense, and when he passed a little-traveled path, his horse under his crotch stopped.

"......" held the reins of the horse with his left hand, and gently stroked the horse's mane under his crotch with his right hand. Shen De slowly drew the saber on his left waist, glanced around with a wary expression, and shouted in a deep voice, "Who is sneaky...... Come out! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Shende suddenly heard a bad wind blowing behind his head. Without thinking about it, he stabbed it with a sword.

However, the sword pierced the air......

He watched as a woman dressed as an ordinary person avoided his sword at a strange angle, kicked the sword in his hand into the air, and then put his left hand on the ground, and the whole person jumped into the air in a volley, knocking Shende off his horse.

During this time, the dagger in the woman's hand pierced Shende's heart with unmistakable accuracy......

Looking at the woman who was looking at Ziji condescendingly, Shen De covered his battered heart with his right hand, and said with difficulty, "You...... Who is it? No injustice...... Hatred, for

Why...... Assassinating Shen ......"

......The woman didn't say a word, stretched out her right hand, and happened to catch the sword that she had kicked in the air before, and with a turn of her hand, the tip of the sword rushed down, only to see her throw it casually, and the sharp sword suddenly penetrated Shende's throat and sank into the ground.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Holding the sword that pierced Ziji's throat with both hands, a blister of blood broke out in Shende's throat, and then, I saw his head tilted, and he died of exhaustion.

As if the owner of Zhidàoziji had died, the horse slowly paced close to Shende, lowered its head, stuck out its tongue, and licked the cold body of its master.

Three quarters of the hour

In an alley at the intersection of Zuo'an Street and Guangqu Street, Wen Qiong, the secretary of the Ministry of War, finished dinner and was experiencing the wind and rain in Wushan with his beloved concubine in his arms.

Suddenly, the window creaked open, and the wind outside blew out the candlesticks in front of the bed, making the room dark.

"Huh? The window seems to be open...... "The concubine said in a tired voice.

As soon as the words fell, the voice of Wen Qiong, the owner of this mansion, sounded in the house.

"Ri Na do shime?"

"Oh, sir, if you are heard by Madame, it will be embarrassing...... Let's go and close the windows first......"

"You...... Ok, good, good! Forget it, I'll go, you stay here obediently, don't move, hehe......"

"Hey, the slave family just doesn't move like this......"

With a delicate gasp from the woman, Wen Qiong lifted the curtain of the bed, put on a coat, and walked barefoot to the window.

And just as he was about to close the window, a figure flashed outside the window, a cold blade, quickly wiped Wen Qiong's throat, and then stabbed him in the heart with a backhand.

"You ......" pointed to the figure standing outside the window, looking at the man's cold eyes, Wen Qiong struggled to spit out a few incoherent words, and then fell to the inside of the room with a thud.

It was this movement that alarmed the concubine on the bed, and the concubine asked in a tight voice, "Master, what's wrong?" Shime sounds? Didn't the old man accidentally bump into Shime? ”

Glancing in the direction of the bed, the figure outside the window stepped back a few steps and then leaped to its feet. Climb the eaves with both hands and disappear into the night.

After not seeing his master respond for a long time, the little concubine on the bed couldn't bear it, and walked cautiously out of the window wearing a small coat.

In the hazy moonlight, the concubine noticed that the inside of the window. My lord seemed to be lying there.

"The master is really, don't scare the slave family......" The concubine squatted down and gently pushed her master, and vaguely, she seemed to have a shime warm yèti in her hand.

Wondering in her heart, she raised her hand and looked at the hazy moonlight, suddenly. Her face turned pale and she sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Yikes!" A scream resounded through the mansion.

It's two o'clock

At the end of the fine willow alley at the corner of Wangfu Street, Zhengyang Street, that is the residence of the third prince Li Shen, although Li Shen has not yet been crowned king, and the mansion where he lives is not a palace, but in terms of scale, it is not inferior to Li Shou's current Anping Palace. Even, more than that.

This huge palace. There were many guards on duty, from the front yard to the back yard, there were soldiers in armor and iron spears in their hands.

It was rumored earlier that the third prince Li Shen tried his best to win over the Central Army of the Beijing Division under the command of the general, and it is true that he can see it today. It is not difficult to imagine that most of the guards in his palace were born in the elite of the Central Army of the Beijing Division.

Like such a well-guarded mansion, it can be said to be a tiger's den in Longtan, how dare anyone come to make a mistake?

Huh?

Is there really one?

It's the hazy moonlight. Faintly he could see a dark shadow climb over the walls of the mansion and quickly pass through the corridor.

Suddenly, a team of guards came across the corridor, and there were more than ten people.

"Huh?" One of the guards seemed to see Shime and said, "Did you see it?" Just now, there seems to be a figure there......"

The guards looked at each other, looked at the courtyard with wide eyes, and then one of them said angrily, "Figure? The ghost is pretty much the same! I said, Sun Jue, have you lost money and even your soul in the past few days? ”

"Hahahaha......" Hearing this, the rest of the guards laughed.

"I've seen it!" The guard, who was called Sun Yu, blushed and insisted, and as he spoke, he climbed over the wooden fence of the corridor, drew the sword at his waist, and said angrily, "You don't go, I'll go!" ”

"Okay, let's go!" The guards chuckled and urged.

Glancing angrily at his companions, Sun Jue walked into the garden with a sword in his hand and a vigilant expression, carefully searching among the flowers and plants.

After this check, he checked the work of half a pillar of incense, and the more than ten guards waiting at the corridor were vaguely a little wrong, and shouted loudly, "Sun Yu? Sun Jue? What about you kid doing shime? ”

As soon as the words fell, Sun Jue's voice came from behind a tree in the garden.

"Brothers, you go on the night patrol first, I'm in a hurry, it's convenient......"

"Convenience?" The guards looked at each other and shouted in a low voice, "In the garden? You don't want to die? ”

"I can't hold it back in front of it......"

The guards looked at each other speechlessly, shook their heads wordlessly, and one of the guards said angrily, "Okay, okay, I'll wait for you in front, you have a little sharpness in your hands and feet!" ”

"Oh......"

The guards walked away along the corridor, and at the same time, behind the tree in the garden, a man in black walked out, rubbing his throat with his right hand and coughing a few times, then looked at Zuoyou, and quickly disappeared into the night.

And behind the tree that this person walked out of, I saw that the guard named Sun Ying just now fell to the ground motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

For some reason, the man in black seemed to be quite familiar with Li Shen's facilities, and easily came to a brightly lit room, which was where the study of the third prince Li Shen was.

Outside the study, four heavily armed guards stood guard at the door, looking warily at the courtyard in front of them.

Suddenly, one of the guards sniffled and sniffed around in confusion, as if to ask Shime about the smell that made him incomprehensible.

And in the next second, the four guards fell without warning.

And at this time, I saw the man in black jump out of the courtyard, waved his hands, only to hear two crisp sounds, fǎngfo shime something shot into the doorpost outside the study, unbelievable, the four guards actually stood in an extremely strange inclined posture, and if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that there seem to be several thin threads as thin as silk, supporting their bodies.

After a few steps forward, the bodies of the four guards were quietly placed on the ground, and the man in black put away the thin thread as thin as silk, pressed his ear to the door of the study, and then slowly pushed the door open.

Stepping into the study, the man in black crept in, his cold eyes scanned everything in the study, and he saw that in the inner room of the study, the third prince Li Shen was holding a scroll in his hand, reading it under the candlelight.

Seeing this, a trace of coldness flashed in the eyes of the man in black, his right hand hung down, and with a slight flick, he saw that between his five fingers, there were several thin threads as thin as silk dragging down.

And Li Shen didn't seem to notice that someone was approaching, still holding the scroll in his hand and reading it carefully, and suddenly, the candle flame beside him flickered.

"Huh?" When he arrived at Shime, Li Shen subconsciously raised his head, and he was shocked to find that there was an uninvited guest in the house at some point.

And at this moment, I saw the man in black flick his right hand, and suddenly, something that was indistinguishable to the naked eye tightly strangled Li Shen's neck, making Li Shen's face flush and breathless.

But seeing the murderer flashing in the eyes of the man in black, his right hand was pulled, and suddenly, the third prince Li Xian's face stiffened, and a circle of blood quickly appeared on his neck, flowing down his neck.

With a thud, the head fell to the ground, and the headless corpse slowly collapsed on top of the mattress.

"......" looked straight at the corpse for a while, and the man in black flicked his right hand, withdrew the thin line, and quickly withdrew from the study, disappearing into the vast night.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a crisp click in the direction of the bookcase in the study, and then, the bookcase on the entire wall retreated to both sides of the zuoyou, revealing a hidden small door.

And in that hidden door, a person slowly walked out, and looking at his appearance, it turned out to be the third prince Li Shen.

Glancing at the direction of the door of the study, Li Shen, the third prince who came out of the secret room, slowly walked towards the corpse of the person who was killed in the desk of the study, squatted down and reached out to touch the marks on his neck.

I don't know how long it took, the third prince Li Shen slowly stood up, standing in the room with his hands behind his back, with a thoughtful expression.

"It doesn't make sense...... qiguài ......" (To be continued.) )