Hearing his inquiry, the man bowed his head and said: "Returning to the country, I have found out, the explosion that night was not the earth dragon turned over, but someone was doing it, and the subordinates followed the clues to find the past, and found that the bombed place was hiding private soldiers, and now it has been investigated by the Quartet." "Quartet.

The Military Department, the Criminal Department, the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division, plus a North Battalion.

What seemed to be incompatible in the past can now work together.

The cold moonlight outside the window is isolated, and the candle flame inside is more and more dim.

With such a faint and dim light, it is impossible to see the emotions of Xiao Jingchen's eyebrows and eyes.

He paused slightly in his hand holding the Buddha beads, and then said, "It's not surprising that the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division can cooperate with the Criminal Department. ”

When he said this, he heard the man: "The criminal department has killed a principal, and Long Yan is furious. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Jingchen was clear, he continued to turn the Buddha beads, and said, "But it's all arranged?" ”

The man was busy: "Don't worry, the national teacher, everything is in order, just waiting for your orders." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Jingchen bowed his head, and his voice was as cold as water in such a night: "Do it according to the plan." ”

Hearing this, the man saluted again and said, "My subordinates retire." ”

The man came and went like the wind, and in a short time disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

Xiao Jingchen was still standing in front of the window, but his eyebrows and eyes were a little darker than the night.

From the moment the Assassin came to kill him that night and dropped another black bomb, he was in the game.

On the second night, he fell unconscious, and the black oil bomb entered the emperor's hand again, and he completely lost the opportunity.

Originally, he thought that if the assassin was just an ordinary person, maybe he could still watch from the sidelines and watch the situation unfold with a cold eye.

But now the truth of Bai Jiapo is in front of him, involving private soldiers......

This can only mean one thing, someone is using him as a fish.

I want to punish him at the same time, and then use him to fish out something else.

Unfortunately, there are many kinds of fish, such as his one, which has fangs.

Xiao Jingchen pinched the Buddha beads in his hand, because he had been rubbing them for a long time, they were all contaminated with his own body temperature.

Buddha beads are in his hands, but he is unaware.

If it is not broken, it will not stand.

At the moment, the situation is unclear and the forces of all parties are glued together, but one thing is certain.

It must be the same people who framed him with black oil bombs.

And they all appeared in the body of the Assassin.

So suppose that the assassins who killed him were the same people, and the most likely thing was in the army, except for the royal family.

It was such a coincidence that the private soldier who had an accident is said to be the possibility behind it, and it is also in the army.

Xiao Jingchen never believes in coincidences.

So, he'd had something else thrown tonight, enough to make the pool even more chaotic.

Whoever will be pricked by this thing will have to see who reaches out first and picks his own fish that is laid out on the surface.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, Xiao Jingchen opened the window again, and saw Xiao Shami leading a person over.

The man was slightly chubby, small-eyed but attentive, but his face was full of apprehension.

After a while, the little novice knocked on his door: "National teacher." ”

Xiao Jingchen responded, walked from the window to the door, and opened the door: "Come in." ”

Xiao Shami saluted respectfully, and when Xiao Jingchen turned around and sat down at the table, he walked in with the person behind him: "National teacher, this is the cook of Yanhua Temple." ”

The fat man is the cook, and he has been cooking in Yanhua Temple for three or four years, but he was summoned by a big man for the first time, with a little uneasiness and flattery on his face: "The villain knocks on the national teacher." ”

Xiao Jingchen said goodbye, and saw that he had put the food on the table, and at the end he put another cup of soup, and said with a smile: "I heard that you like to eat hibiscus soup, the villain specially made it for you tonight, the national teacher, please use it slowly." ”

After he said this, he stood aside cautiously, waiting for Xiao Jingchen to speak.

Tonight, the little novice first told him to make a cup of hibiscus soup, and then he came with him, saying that the national teacher liked the dishes he made and wanted to see him.

Although the little novice looked very kind, the cook was still a little afraid, although this national teacher was a monk, but he was also a monk who won the emperor's heart.

In particular, the national teacher in front of him came closer, only to find that the smile was only on the surface, and there was coldness inside.

It makes people feel cold next to each other.

Fortunately, in an instant, Xiao Jingchen withdrew his eyes and praised lightly: "The hibiscus soup is really good, did you make it?" ”

As he spoke, he took the spoon and scooped it up to himself, but when he drank it in his mouth, he pursed his lips slightly, as if he was savoring the taste.

The cook looked at him and was not dissatisfied, so he relaxed slightly, and replied busily: "It was the villain who did it, if the national teacher feels that there is something wrong with the appetite, you can tell the villain, and the villain will change it according to your taste when he goes back." ”

Xiao Jingchen just took a sip, then put down the soup spoon, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "No need, it's very good." ”

When he said this, he ordered the little novice to reward this person, and asked casually, "Last time the princess asked you to send hibiscus soup, did you say anything else?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the cook was stunned for a moment, and then remembered what happened a few days ago, and replied with a smile: "No, the princess only said that she asked the villain to make soup for you, and the maid also said that the princess ordered it, and it was a thank you gift, so that the villain should not be lazy." ”

Even if the nobles don't give orders, he doesn't dare to slack off, and when he is instructed, he only dares to be more and more careful, and he doesn't dare to make mistakes at all.

Hearing this, Xiao Jingchen responded, and saw that the cook was grateful for the reward, so he said, "It's okay, you go down." ”

Although Xiao Jingchen was not fierce, the cook was still very nervous when he replied in front of the nobles, so when Xiao Jingchen's words arrived at this time, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, saluted and went out.

Xiao Shami knew Xiao Jingchen's rules, and when he sent the cook, he also went out, and he didn't forget to close the door again before leaving.

Xiao Jingchen was the only one left in the room.

He picked up the chopsticks and ate the vegetables, but never touched the soup again.

After only taking a sip, Xiao Jingchen could conclude that this soup was no different from the one sent a few days ago, and even the seasoning had not changed.

Since he was a child, Xiao Jingchen's sense of taste is naturally sensitive, and he is a little more flexible than others.

Even if he was disturbed by the eldest princess a few days ago, it still couldn't affect his sense of taste.

But this also shows that his suspicion was in the wrong direction before.

This soup is no problem.

Xiao Jingchen's eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at the faintly visible eaves in the east, but his heart gradually sank.

Purple Qi came from the east, and on the east side of his meditation room, the eldest princess Zhao Huangge lived.

Ever since he woke up from his coma, he had been thinking about the situation that night, and he felt more and more that something was wrong that afternoon.

He had never slept for so long, and Zhao Huangge's suspicious attitude made him suspicious of the soup she sent.

But now it seems that this soup is normal.

He knew a little bit about pharmacology and knew that there was nothing in it, but the more it was like this, the more he felt that something was wrong with it.

Xiao Jingchen only thought of this, and saw Xiao Shami knocking on the door outside, and replied softly: "National teacher, the splendid girl is here." ”

Only then did he come back to his senses, and his expression was slightly paused.

Jinxiu, a first-class palace maid beside the eldest princess.

This is really, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao?

Sure enough, you can't talk about people behind your back.

Xiao Jingchen suppressed the dark color in his eyes and allowed people to come in.

The next moment, I saw Jinxiu saluting respectfully, and said softly: "National teacher, the princess ordered the slave maid to come and deliver the scriptures." ”

Since Xiao Jingchen woke up after falling into a coma, Zhao Huangge has never come to him to copy scriptures again, and every time he writes his life, he sends it over.

But it's still twice a day, and it never falls every time.

Such sincerity is very rare among the descendants of the royal family.

Xiao Jingchen answered and asked her to put the copied scriptures on the table beside her.

Jinxiu didn't say much, smiled softly, put away the scriptures, and saluted obediently: "The slave and maid will not disturb the national teacher's meal, and the slave and maid will retire." ”

She finished speaking, saluted, and left.

It's just that the maid uses incense, because in the temple, although it is used less, it can also smell the residual smell in the air.

Xiao Jingchen ordered Xiao Shami to open the doors and windows, and the breath in the room dissipated in a moment.

He took the supper with the little novice, and walked to the table.

It's just that after seeing the familiar handwriting on it, the action of preparing to put it away was a slight pause.