The spring sun shone brightly on Cao Yu's face over the wall, and he became more and more indifferent: "The master who can be sent can only be Cao Bingye's old horseman." ”

Cao Bingye sent someone to kill Wei Liao?

Jiang Banxia re-examined the relationship between the two in his heart: "Isn't it because of the matter of the Teaching Fang Division, Cao Bingye made this decision in order to exonerate Cao Lang?" ”

killed all the people who knew that day, and this evidence was not enough to exonerate Cao Lang? But how far-fetched is this reason.

She couldn't help but cast her eyes on Cao Alcohol, hoping that he could give an explanation.

"It's a simple matter, but it's all a conspiracy." Cao Yu suddenly said: "You should have heard about Lu Cheng's three sons, and when our family saw that you were also among the auditors, you should tell our family your opinion." ”

Jiang Banxia groaned: "That day, the people of Xichang and Donglin Academy... Even the godfather, you don't seem to be interested in the trial of the case, as if you are going through the motions and specializing in favors. ”

"You're still smart." The more Cao Yu looked at it, the more he liked it, and he said: "The few children under our family belong to you with a clear mind." ”

"Banxia deserves this praise."

Cao Yu twisted the Bodhi string and said softly: "Things in the court are like a balance, people on the left and right are constantly adding chips, eager to force each other to death, like Lu Cheng and Wei Xian, who are people who stand in the middle of the scale, both sides want to win over, if it is you, what do you say?" ”

"Of course, we will use all means to win over these two people to increase our bargaining chips." Jiang Banxia Road.

Speaking of this, Jiang Banxia suddenly realized that whether it was framing Lu Xun or chasing and killing Wei Liao, the inside story could not escape the word interests, and all forces were constantly adding weight to themselves.

Cao Yu snorted coldly: "Although you are smart but too anxious, take Cao Lang's case as an example, if it weren't for our family to take it for you, do you think this matter would be good?" ”

"It's Banxia who is reckless." Jiang Banxia bowed her head and admitted her mistake, but she didn't think that she had made a mistake, the forces of the DPRK and China urgently needed to reshuffle the cards, all she did was to muddy the water and take the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

"Our family is not an outsider." Cao Yu covered the sun with his hands: "If there is anything to report, don't make your own blind claims." ”

"Banxia keep it in mind." Jiang Banxia said yes, and stood in place with his hands down and watched Cao Yu go away.

This old fox played the emotional card well, no wonder the people under his hands were all desperate.

...

Smoke rose from the iron furnace inside the west gate of the wall, and choking smoke blew everywhere in the wind.

"Boss Jiang." Since He Qiaoyi decided to follow Jiang Banxia, he changed his name to the boss, so that he could show his sincerity.

He complained while throwing sacrifices into the iron furnace: "This sacrifice is too much, right?" It will be burned until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the Horse. ”

"Boss Jiang?" He Qiao waited for a long time and didn't hear Jiang Banxia's reply, he turned his head to look, and saw Jiang Banxia unwinding his wrist guards, and he was rolling up his sleeves one by one, and the white eyes of the wrists that emerged from the sleeves in the sun were like frost and snow.

What is a poem called?

He Qiaoyi pondered for a long time, and finally remembered that this situation was not just 'the people by the fireside like the moon, and the frost and snow on the wrists.' 'Well.

Jiang Banxia bent down and picked up the big basket containing the sacrifice with one hand, and even slapped it twice, which made He Qiaoyi, who was guarding the side, stunned.

Although it is not the first time to see Boss Jiang perform a one-handed basket, he is shocked for a long time every time he sees it, this person is simply a living person, and he can carry the tripod! Her strength doesn't match those thin arms at all!

Jiang Banxia took the basket and poured it directly into the iron furnace, the smoke couldn't come out, she glanced at He Qiaoyi, who was in a daze: "Go over there and get some lamp oil." ”

"Okay, boss." He Qiaoyi hurriedly got up from the ground and went to get the lamp oil.

With the ability of lamp oil and Jiang Banxia to pour a big basket, the furnace was burning hotly, and the sacrifices that were supposed to burn for most of the day were now burned in three or two.

"Boss Jiang, what are we going to do when we come down?" He Qiaoyi wiped the sweat from his head with his hand.

"Back to the city."

"Huh? This is back in town? He Qiaoyi said incredulously: "There is no other arrangement?" ”

"What more do you want?" She wondered.

"The kind that does big things?"

Jiang Banxia rolled his eyes and said in an unquestionable tone, "Go back to the city first." ”

*

Today's thing is to slap the eldest prince in the face, the people of Guanglu Temple have been hesitant for a long time and can't say clearly, and he can't assume that there is really something wrong with those cakes, and the angry prince returned to the mansion and lost his temper again.

The subordinates leaned cautiously against the wall, for fear of touching the mold.

"Your Highness!" The chamberlain hurriedly walked into the front hall and shouted twice: "Your Highness! Mr. Zhuzhou is here, right outside the door! ”

The eldest prince's originally gloomy face immediately cleared: "Why don't you invite Mr. Zhuzhou in!" ”

Seeing that his face improved, the attendants around him immediately moved, and when Meng Zhuzhou arrived, the hall was spotless again, and even the tea was just right, which was enough to show how strict the Great Prince's Mansion was.

"Ahem, ahem." Before Meng Zhuzhou approached, he coughed: "Caomin, I have seen His Royal Highness the Great Prince." ”

"Come on, let the kitchen boil a cup of Sichuan pear soup and send it." With a deliberately peaceful smile on his face, the eldest prince lifted Meng Zhuzhou up.

He brought the table warmer again, gathered the charcoal fire and put it at Meng Zhuzhou's feet.

Although it was past mid-spring and the weather was warmer, it was still too cold for Meng Zhuzhou, and he sat at the warm table wrapped in a winter mink fur without sweating.

The eldest prince made a look, and immediately an attendant took out a box.

"This is a new post, it is Cai Junmo's "Early Spring Post", and please slap your hands." The eldest prince handed the box out.

Meng Zhuzhou took the box but did not open it, he lit the box and said bluntly: "The matter of the third son commanded by Jinyi Weilu is the hand of His Royal Highness?" ”

Hearing this, the smile on the eldest prince's face froze, and now he said in a weak heart: "Sir, ask knowingly." ”

"Your Highness did something wrong with this." Meng Zhuzhou said bluntly: "If Dali Temple has the heart to investigate, His Royal Highness may not be able to pick it clean." ”

The eldest prince's face sank, his expression was dark, as if he was thinking, and after a long time he said, "What is your opinion?" ”

"Your Highness can hold your troops for the time being." Meng Zhuzhou stretched out his hand and roasted and roasted on the warm table: "A few days ago, Cao Lang's case came inexplicably, and I don't know who did it, and now His Royal Highness must no longer act rashly and do something that makes people suspicious for no reason." ”

The eldest prince pondered for a moment: "What Mr. said is reasonable, this matter can only be done for the time being." ”

The maid walked slowly in front of Meng Zhuzhou with a porcelain cup of Sichuan Beili soup, and gently lifted the porcelain lid with a pair of soft wattles and thoughtfully put the spoon to a place where Meng Zhuzhou could reach it.

The eldest prince's gaze swept around the maid and Meng Zhuzhou, and he sighed: "Mr. Zhuzhou is wronged to deign to that pickled place, and there is no one to care about. ”

"Your Highness has been overly concerned." Meng Zhuzhou picked up the spoon with a smile on his face: "Now that the storm is rising again, it is the safest to stay there below, as for the intimate people, with the sick body below, they dare not ask for extravagance." ”

The eldest prince laughed dryly twice and lifted the topic away.