In the afternoon, when Pei Tan was looking at the article of the deceased Liu Yong in the study, he expanded the article by half with his memory, and this was another essay with the same proposition written by Fan Wenjun.

An errand officer came quickly to report: "My lord! Oh no! ”

I don't know why these people like to shout that adults are bad, but adults are obviously standing here very well.

The servants of Dali Temple are still so unbreathable, you can imagine other yamen.

"What's wrong?" Pei Tan asked lightly.

While the officer was still panting, he said, "The people in the streets are spreading the word that they have seen a dead man come back to life!" ”

The fact that the dead have come back to life is quite alarmist in itself.

Pei Tan's eyes flickered: "What dead man?" ”

The messenger said: "It's a man who originally lived in the Wenxi Inn, called, called Fan Wenjun!" ”

"What you said is true?" A gentle female voice rang out.

Jing Wan'er walked in from outside the door at some point, looking at the errand officer thoughtfully.

Pei Tan's pen paused on the rice paper, and said slowly, "Are you sure that the people didn't say it casually?" ”

Things like this can be heard every day in the streets and alleys of Chang'an, how bizarre they are, and they are basically born from the story of Mr. Storyteller.

"My lord," Jing Wan'er said, "if it's nonsense among the people, there's no need to even call out their names and surnames. ”

For them, the name Fan Wenjun is like thunder, but for the common people, who Fan Wenjun is, I am afraid that it is not as impressive as the girl in Cuiyun Tower that they occasionally glimpse on the street.

Pei Tan stared at the girl's face, and there was a deep meaning in her eyes.

Seeing Jing Wan'er staring at the errand officer, she said with a sense of urgency: "How many people have heard it?" ”

The officer hurriedly said, "There are more than a dozen people." "A dozen mouths and then pass on, that's really faster than growing wings. If this is true, the case will not immediately turn around, and everything will be different.

The officer's eyes flickered, staring at Pei Tan's expression.

Pei Tan said, "Let's go down." ”

Jing Wan'er's gaze happened to collide with Pei Tan who came over. Then the girl looked down at her toes.

After a long time, the girl smiled slowly and spoke first: "Wan'er thinks that this matter should be told directly to Miss Lin." ”

Pei Tan said lightly: "It's too early." If Lin Jingjing knew about this news, she would probably react beyond her capacity.

Jing Wan'er saw Pei Tan's concerns: "If the adults are worried about Miss Lin, Wan'er thinks it's not necessary." ”

From the moment Lin Jingjing came to beat the drum in front of Dali Temple, Jing Wan'er saw this woman for the first time, and what she saw was a pair of eyes that seemed to be full of hope.

If Lin Jingjing knew from other people's mouths, the situation would be out of control.

Pei Tan looked at Jing Wan'er, and she slowly spoke: "Wan'er is willing to be this lobbyist." ”

And just as she stepped out of Pei Tan's study, a figure flashed in the corner.

——

Zong Chuke stood in his bedroom, the curtain was dark, and he stared straight at the tablet of "Zong Huo" opposite.

"Find out how the man got into the city?"

The servant, who had been kneeling behind him and didn't dare to say a word, said in a trembling voice: "Not yet." ”

Zong Chuke picked up the incense next to him and lit it: "Now that the gate of Chang'an City is under martial law, if he is not from outside the city, it means that he is a person in Chang'an City." "Then how can he be 'Fan Wenjun', it's really ridiculous.

Zong Chuke looked at the tablet in front of him: "Huo'er, did you say it?" ”

This must be just another ruse of the erector.

Just find someone to pretend to be a scholar, is it okay, how can he be fooled a second time.

"Prepare the carriage, the old man is going to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Since Zong Huo's death, this tablet has been placed at the head of Zong Chuke's bed, which is simply a bit infiltrating.

Zong Chuke sat in the carriage and went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, with his eyes closed, like a monk who had settled down. But if you are contaminated with the cloak of power, you will not be in this life

It is possible to become a Buddha on the ground.

The carriage shook violently, as had never been done before, and the carriage stopped after the shaking.

A panicked voice outside: "My lord, someone stopped the car." ”

The carriage is inlaid with the mark of Shangshufu, who is so bold and dares to stop.

Zong Chuke opened his eyes and heard someone say outside: "My lord, it's from the Liu family." ”

The Liu family, the Liu family of Chang'an.

"Lord Shangshu." The man outside the carriage stubbornly said, "The villain came to pass a few words for my son-in-law." ”

In Chang'an, the Liu clan and the Wei clan had long formed an alliance before they dared to stop Zong Chuke's car.

The servant of the Liu family spoke: "Recently, there have been some rumors in the city, and some of them are obviously different from what Lord Shangshu promised before. Childe hopes that adults will do a good job of cleaning up the aftermath. ”

Zong Chuke finally spoke, and said coldly; "This is all the trick of the Pei family in Dali Temple, if the son is fooled, it is called really following the will of the erection."

Fan Wenjun must have died, and he must have died.

The person outside the carriage whispered: "Whether it's a trick or not, the prince said that the palace test is close at hand, if the Liu family can't win the championship as scheduled, or if there is something messy in the middle, I'm afraid that Lord Shangshu won't be able to escape from it." ”

Zong Chuke pinched his palm, and his eyes were cold: "Your son-in-law dares to threaten the old man!?" ”

The man outside the carriage was submissive, since he had no heirs, Zong Chuke had a good temper, which was known to everyone among the nobles of Chang'an.

"Childe is hopeful, whether that person is really Fan Wenjun or not, it's best to..."

Zong Chuke said coldly: "What if this is a trap set by Dali Temple? ”

In Zong Chuke's heart, he never believed in this matter, and at such a coincidental time, a person who claimed to be Fan Wenjun appeared, who was simply the dog who jumped over the wall in a hurry, and wanted him to be fooled again.

Outside, the subordinate of the Liu clan said: "Dali Temple is just a puppet of the Ministry of Punishment, and the Pei clan's power in Chang'an is not enough.

Could it be that the current alliance between the Liu family and the Wei family still needs to worry about a small Dali Temple? ”

The evil fire in Zong Chuke's heart came out: "It's that you don't know that shaft. ”

Zong Huo's death is a martyrdom that he can never speak, and even how could Zong Huo die in Wuzhou, the shelter he carefully prepared for his son, but Pei Tan still reached into his hand and assassinated his only son in this way.

Outside the carriage, the servant of the Liu clan was silent for a moment and said, "Childe wants to know if Lord Shangshu has the guts to do so because of Ling Gongzi's matter... It's getting smaller, too? ”

Zong Chuke stared at the front door of the carriage and said murderously: "Say one more thing, this official will kill you!" ”

Don't forget who arranged to hide from the world and send the article that could be praised by Zhongzong to the Liu family. The Liu clan has not really ascended to the top of the palace test now, so he dares to spread wild in front of him.

The servants of the Liu family looked at the minions of Zong Chuke who came up in fear, and said incoherently: "Childe just hopes to be able to enter a win-win situation with adults..."

Win-win, foolish dreams.

are all for their own interests, and the Liu family buys the champion with real money, and he advances and retreats together.

The Liu family servant was sent away, and a look of hatred appeared on his face for a moment.

Shangshufu is just a dog attached to Wei's, why dare he look down on their dignified Liu family so much.

——

Jing Wan'er opened the door and walked out, and saw Pei Tan standing outside in her previous posture.

She smiled: "Obviously, Miss Lin is stronger than adults think. With her love for Fan Wenjun, it is obvious that this weak woman has long trained herself into the body of King Kong.

Jing Wan'er's eyes rolled: "Miss Lin said that she is grateful for the blessing of the adults these days, but she doesn't want to continue to hide, she wants to go back to where she came from." ”

"Does she know how dangerous it is to go out now?" Pei Tan paused for a long time and asked.

Jing Wan'er said calmly: "Miss Lin said that she has long put life and death aside. ”

Don't underestimate a woman who can't even live without it.

Pei Tan lowered his eyes: "When does she want to leave?" ”

Jing Wan'er's eyes were gloomy: "She wants to leave immediately." "Once you have the heart to leave, it is like an arrow to return to your heart.

"But then you also have to know, where is 'Fan Wenjun' now?" A smile appeared in Jing Wan'er's eyes.

The messenger was soon called over, and it was still the previous officer, who was sent to "look" at that Fan Lang: "Lord Qiyu, that person slept under the bridge last night, claiming that he was penniless and couldn't afford to live in an inn, and this morning, he went to the Cuiyun Building again..."