Jian Qing decided not to think about these things, there is a saying called listen to the destiny of heaven and do your best, for her, what she has always believed in is to do her best, as for the destiny of heaven, it is not something she can control, after all, summoning the dragon ball, if it happens once, it is enough to be terrifying.

The next day, Jian Qing went to King Yan's Mansion.

There are two Yanwang Mansions, one in Beiping is on the basis of the Forbidden City of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, which began to be built in the third year of Jiayou, completed in the twelfth year of Jiayou, and Zhao Di became a vassal after reaching the age of eighteen, and lived in it. And Jinling, located in the southeast of the imperial city, in front of the door is the thirteen yamen, the main gate and the noon gate is separated by a street, its predecessor is the Jiayou Emperor when he proclaimed himself the king of Wu, built the mansion, Zhao Di was born and began to repair, after completion, just Zhao Di was eleven years old, was named the king of Yan, Jiayou Emperor gave him this mansion.

The layout of Nanyan Wangfu is elegant and exquisite, magnificent and magnificent, the rockery is steep and steep, the pavilions and pavilions are quiet and elegant, the strange peaks are stacked, there are many palaces in the capital, none of them can be compared with it.

Jian Qing appeared at the door of the Nanyan Palace, dressed in a torn sheepskin jacket.

Menzi frowned, this simple work is real, the emperor has rewarded so much, why didn't he buy a few good clothes to wear? Because King Yan was ordered to investigate Ye Boju's case more than ten years ago, officials from the Criminal Department and the Beizhen Fu Division came in and out.

Jian Qing and Mao Xiang met each other.

"Commander Mao!"

"Jian Yanzuo, I can see you anywhere!"

"Damn it!" Jian Qing said humbly, Mao Xiao got off the horse and threw the horse rope to Menzi, Zhao Yi got the notice and came out of it, and led Mao Xiang and Jian Qing in, "Your Highness has just come out of the palace, and you are in the study at this time, two of you, please!" ”

Passing through the wall, passing through a moon cave door from the side of the lobby, to the east, sitting south and facing north is a five-room wide hall, called Qingfeng Hall, obliquely facing Qingfeng Hall, a two-story small building, is Zhao Di's study.

On the steps, a little eunuch opened the curtain cage, and Zhao Di's voice came from inside, "Come in." ”

Jian Qing followed Mao Xiang in, facing him, the heat was steaming, and compared to the outside, it was as warm as spring here. On both sides of the bookcase, there is a pair of blue and white dragon pattern plum bottles, in which there are two handfuls of plums, under the steam, the fragrance is overflowing.

Jian Qing's body was a little numb from the cold, and she suddenly became conscious, Mao Xiao saluted Zhao Di, and she also dealt with it next to her, and then sat down.

Zhao Di was writing, looked up at Jian Qing, but somehow didn't look pleasing to the eye, and frowned.

Mao Xiao saw Zhao Di's actions in his eyes, he always knew that this King Yan had a great temper and great rules, a little man who was not a lowly person, in front of a super prince, the etiquette was so inconsiderate, and it was strange that Zhao Di did not have a seizure.

Zhao Di didn't know what he was writing, and he didn't finish it for a while.

The little eunuch served tea and snacks, Jian Qing took two sips of hot tea, and ate snacks very unceremoniously, she ate very seriously, her cheeks on both sides bulged and bulged, like hamsters, it can be seen that the snacks in the palace are very suitable for her taste.

Mao Xiang didn't dare to eat, he was deeply favored by the emperor, and he would work hard for the new monarch in the future.

Zhao Di's martial arts practitioner is deaf and clear-sighted, and although the sound of chewing concisely and carefully is very small, it still gets into his ears.

Queen Daxing's funeral is not over yet, those of them who are sons still have a lot of homework to do, and other princes have copied several volumes of scriptures for Queen Daxing, and he hasn't finished a single volume. Now, impetuous, Zhao Di threw away the pen, took the hot handkerchief and wiped his hands.

Zhao Di wore a round-necked narrow-sleeved jacket, and the snow-white hair on the collar and cuffs came out very well, lining his face as white as jade, and he was handsome.

"Ye Boju has been dead for thirteen years, and the old case back then is now being re-investigated, the cell where Ye Boju stayed back then, I don't know how many stubble people have been replaced, how to investigate?" Zhao Di sat opposite Mao Xiang, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"The lower officials want to hear Jian Yan's high-level arguments." Mao Xiang said, this is a bit humiliating.

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and glanced at Mao Xiang, of course she heard Mao Xiang's ridicule, and couldn't help but sneer, "Commander Mao, the little one is just a trick." When Ye Boju died, it was the little father's autopsy, and the criminal department said that Ye Boju was self-judged, and the little father was strangled to death. The difference between hanging and being strangled is too great, and the little one believes that the little father will not make a mistake. ”

"What's the difference?" Mao Xiang asked curiously.

"Hanging himself, there will only be strangulation marks on the front of the neck to the back of the ear, and strangulation, the little one heard the little father say that there was a rope on the back of Ye Boju's neck. This difference can be seen by anyone with a little common sense. ”

"Are you mocking this seat for not having common sense?" Mao Xiang was annoyed.

"The little ones didn't dare to say this and didn't say it." Jian Qing pulled her sheepskin jacket, it was too warm here, Jian Qing was a little hot and panicked, but she didn't dare to take off her clothes, the fourteen-year-old girl's figure was already developing.

Mao Xiang was about to have a seizure, firstly, because Zhao Di was there, and secondly, Zhao Di did not let him have a seizure, and before he could speak, Zhao Di asked, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

"There is always a way, if you have to say a charter, it is nothing more than a covert visit." Concise and clear.

"Okay, then you can go and visit secretly. However, the deaths of Ji'anhou and Wu'anhou, you have to find out and give an explanation to this king. Zhao Di didn't want to ask Jian Qing, but said to Mao Xiang, "Beizhen Fusi is fully cooperating, and Mao commanded two people to be assigned to Jian Qing, and strive to find out the case as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!" Mao Xiang said.

Mao Xiang left, Zhao Di didn't say to let Jian Qing go, Jian Qing didn't want to go, she sat in the position and ate snacks. Zhao Di sat opposite and drank tea, it was obvious that Zhao Di was thinking about it, and he didn't find that Jian Qing hadn't left yet, and when the bowl of tea was finished, when he saw Jian Qing, he asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

Jian Qing thought to herself, what can I do? She stood up and clapped her hands, patted her sheepskin jacket again, and the scumbags of the dim sum she had just eaten fell on her clothes.

"It's nothing, I'm afraid that His Highness's plate of dim sum will be wasted." Jian Qing was a little dissatisfied with Zhao Di's eyes with disgust every time he looked at her, so he spared no effort to disgust Zhao Di.

Zhao Di only didn't hear Jian Qing's words, and reminded her, "The emperor has already forgiven Ling Zun and wants to summon Ling Zun back to the court, why do you still have to investigate Ye Boju's case?" ”

"At that time, the criminal department was still the secretary of the king of Ruyang in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and now he is raised at home, and he has a wide field house thirty miles outside the city, which can be regarded as a complete life. But what is the perfect thing in this world? Why Ye Boju died in prison back then, I must find out about this matter, and I must get back the justice I owe to my father! "Concise and firm.