"Dirty," After dodging Sejong's kiss, An Jinxiu didn't wait for Sejong to react before speaking.

Sejong stretched out a hand and wrapped half of An Jinxiu's face, "In front of me, you don't have to be so careful," Sejong wiped the tears on An Jinxiu's face with his fingers, "You can't cry anymore, how many tears can people shed?" ”

An Jinxiu combed up the half-dried hair for Sejong, how many tears can people shed? People have a lot of tears to shed, but there are true and false, Ahn Jinxiu believes that his acting skills will not let Sejong distinguish the real from the fake.

In the quiet room in the front yard, Wei Xisheng and Jiang Xiaoting were waiting anxiously, the capital is no better than other cities, it is a place where there can be no chaos, Shizong has not seen them for a long time, how do they deal with this fire in the old alley in the south of the city?

"Father-in-law Ji," Wei Xisheng asked Jili, "when can the Holy Lord take the time to come over?" ”

Ji Li still replied to Wei Xisheng with the same sentence: "Master Wei, wait a while, the Holy Lord will come soon." ”

Jiang Xiaoting snorted on the side, "How can the Holy Lord spend the night in such a place?" ”

"Where do I stay overnight, do I still want your Jiang Xiaoting to agree?" Sejong walked in as he spoke.

"Chenwei Xi Sheng."

"Chenjiang Xiaoting."

Wei Xisheng and Jiang Xiaoting saw Shizong come in, and after reporting their names one after the other, they said in unison, "Knock on the saint, long live my emperor, long live." ”

"Flat," Sejong said, after sitting down on the main seat of the ashram, "tell me what happened to the fire in the south of the city?" ”

Wei Xisheng told Sejong about the fire in the old alley in the south of the city, which burned a total of 79 houses, and the number of deaths in their Dali Temple is still being counted.

After hearing this, Sejong said, "All the people of the Shangguan family are dead? Who was there when Shangguan's house caught fire? ”

Wei Xisheng said, "As far as the minister knows, in Shangguan's family, there are Shangguan's wife, Shangguan's little son, and Shangguan's general's younger siblings, oh, by the way, there is also a nurse." ”

Sejong said, "Are you sure all five of them are dead? ”

Wei Xisheng said, "No one escaped from the Shangguan family, so the minister expected that General Shangguan's family should have been killed." ”

"The bodies of these five people have been found?"

Wei Xisheng shook his head and said, "If you go back to the saint, the fire of this fire is too big, so the corpses found by the ministers are no longer recognizable. ”

Sejong looked at Jiang Xiaoting, "How did this fire burn?" ”

Jiang Xiaoting was stunned and said, "Holy Lord, this Huochen thinks that someone deliberately put it down." ”

"Oh?" Sejong's brows suddenly furrowed, "This is a murder?" ”

Jiang Xiaoting said, "The corpses found by the ministers were not burned, but were killed with sharp weapons, and most of the dead had their throats cut. Shengshang, there must be more than one murderer tonight, and the fire is burning from Shangguan Weichao's house, it is obvious that the murderer is going towards Shangguan Weichao, Shengshang, the minister thinks ......"

"Ahem," Wei Xisheng coughed at this point.

Jiang Xiaoting shut up after Wei Xisheng coughed.

Sejong said, "What do you think? Go on. ”

Jiang Xiaoting had no choice but to say again: "The minister doesn't know who Shangguan Wei Chao has offended, and he has caused the disaster of annihilation." ”

Sejong glanced at Ji Li, who was standing beside him, and then looked at Wei Xi Shengdao, "Where is Wei Qing?" What do you have to say? ”

Sejong looked at his gaze, gloomy and thoughtful, Ji Li immediately thought, An Jinyan is painting a snake this time, this time it is not good, the prince and his wife will not only not please Sejong, but also cause them big trouble. Geely felt that he had to think about how to keep himself out of it.

Wei Xisheng was much more tactful than Jiang Xiaoting, a general, and when he heard Shizong ask, he only said, "The minister thinks that this matter still needs to be investigated." ”

"If you talk like this with me, you might as well go back!" Sejong said to Wei Xisheng's voice as soon as he sank, "If you have something to say, you don't have to talk to me about half of this!" ”

Wei Xisheng was said this by Sejong, but he still didn't speak.

Jiang Xiaoting couldn't help but say on the side, "Holy Lord, let's first find out who Shangguan Weichao has offended." There are no more than three kinds of murder, for money, vendetta and love. ”

The last word love kill made Sejong's eyelids jump, and he said, "Shangguan Wei Dynasty will still cause love debts?" ”

Wei Xisheng hurriedly said: "The minister thinks that vendetta is the most likely. ”

"Go and check, "Sejong Dao" went to inform the household department that the people who lived in the old alleys in the south of the city should be resettled, and I don't want to see a person who lives in the old alleys in the south of the city being left behind. ”

"Obey the order," Wei Xisheng and Jiang Xiaoting hurriedly said.

After the two ministers withdrew, Sejong turned his head to look at Ji Ji again.

Ji Li knelt down in front of Sejong with a plop and said to Sejong, "Holy Lord, the slave can't figure this out. ”

"Don't you understand," Sejong said, "Are you a fool to think of me?" How much benefit did the prince give you? ”

The wound on Jili's forehead has not been treated, and he is desperately kowtowing to Sejong at this time, and after a while, his face is covered in blood. "Holy Mingjian, Holy Master, the slave knew that the Holy Lord was very uncomfortable at that time, and the slave thought that the Holy Lord had been concerned about the An girl, so the slave helped the Holy Master over, and other than that, the slave had not done anything, the Holy Mingjian."

"How could I be uncomfortable?" Sejong asked, there was no An Jinxiu crying by his side at this time, Sejong had time to think about the cause and effect of the matter, with Sejong's shrewdness, he quickly figured out that he and An Jinxiu were both designed by others, and the person who designed him was still his own heir!

Ji Li kowtowed and said, "Yes, is that bowl of deer, deer blood?" ”

"The first time I've drunk deer blood?"

"Shengshang, the minion really doesn't know, the Shengshang just killed the minion, and the minion can't say why," Ji Li knelt and crawled to the feet of Sejong, "The minion is also strange, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince uses the same deer blood as the Shengshang, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just has nothing to do." Holy Lord," Ji Li slapped himself, "His Royal Highness the Prince's affairs are not allowed to guess." ”

Sejong tapped his fingers on the handle of the chair again and again, and did not speak for a long time.

Geely had to keep kowtowing and begging for mercy, and at this time he had to get himself out of it, otherwise his little life would be gone. "The slave is the dog raised by the saint, except for the saint, the slave never says a word to others, the slave asks the saint to know the truth."

There is more than one person who knows his thoughts about An Jinxiu, and Sejong knows this very well, but this minion, Sejong looked at Jili who was kowtowing to him on the ground, wouldn't this slave be like those ministers in the court, seeing that the princes were all older, so he also began to find a way back for himself?

Sejong's silence made Ji Ji even more panicked, he could stay by Sejong's side for so long because of his loyalty, if Sejong doubted his loyalty, then he would immediately lose everything he has now. "Holy Lord, the slave really hasn't had any private contact with His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Why should I believe you?" Sejong asked Gilly.

Ji Li didn't dare to speak anymore, his head was knocked too hard, his head was already dizzy at this time, and if Sejong didn't call him again, he would have to die here.

"You take two people to Anfu," Sejong kicked Ji Ji away and said, "Tell An Shujie that An Jinxiu's death makes him not sad." ”

Ji Li hurriedly said, "The slave understands, the slave obeys the order, and the slave will go to Anfu." ”

After leaving in Gilly, Sejong took a look at the ashram where he was, and it was in this ashram where he sat in the afternoon. There are Buddha statues hanging on the walls of the ashram, the furniture is all mahogany, and there are several bonsai in the ashram, rockeries and flowers, but these Sejong are not interested, and his eyes finally fall on the bronze incense burner.

Sejong walked up to this incense burner, who had changed the incense in this incense burner after he had drunk the blood of a deer? Sejong recalls what happened in this ashram in the afternoon, and finally Sejong determines that the person who changed the incense in the incense burner is the crown prince. Sejong pushed open the lid of the incense burner, looked at the incense ashes inside, and said outside the meditation room, "Someone is coming." ”

A little eunuch trotted in.

"Pack up all the incense ashes and take them away," Sejong said, "You alone know." ”

"The slave obeys," the little eunuch said busily.

Sejong walked out of the quiet room, and the guards guarding outside the quiet room saw Sejong come out and hurriedly knelt down and saluted. Sejong walked in front of these guards and looked at the faces of these guards one by one, these are the guards he brought with him, and they have been with him for no less than ten years, Sejong has never doubted the loyalty of these people, but today, Sejong looked at his personal guards, can he still believe them?

The guards were frightened by Sejong's actions, and Ji Li walked out of the quiet room with a bloody face, they all saw that after following Sejong for so many years, it was the first time that the guards saw the embarrassed side of Chief Ji Dae, like a lost dog. Although I don't know if I did anything wrong, everyone who was seen by Sejong lowered their heads without exception.

Sejong snorted coldly, things have to be done one by one, and now there is a little woman in the guest room who doesn't know that she has lost her child, waiting for him to comfort him, Sejong thought of this, turned around and walked to the backyard of the nunnery.

A guard guarding the back door of the nunnery came in a hurry.

"What's the matter?" Seeing the guard kneeling in the rain, Sejong stopped and asked.

"Enlighten the saint," the guard said to Sejong, "an aunt and a house slave from Anfu came down from the mountain, saying that the lady ordered them to go to the mountainside to fetch spring water, because the rain was too heavy, so they took refuge in the mountain, and they have not returned until now." ”

"Auntie?" Sejong said, "Does she have a name to report?" ”

"She claimed to be the embroidered aunt in Anfu, and the house slave said that her name was Ziyuan."

Sejong knew who these two people were, one was An Jinxiu's biological mother, and the other was An Jinxiu's dowry maid, "Send that aunt back to Anfu, let that house slave stay, and after grooming, take her to rest," Sejong ordered the guard.

What does the emperor want to leave a house slave in Anfu, no one present knows, but no one dares to ask. The guard who came to report the news received the order, turned around and ran away again.

When Sejong walked back to the dripping eaves outside the door of the guest room, four little eunuchs were standing on either side of the door like wooden stakes.

"How is she?" Sejong didn't look at the four little eunuchs kneeling at his feet, and asked in a low voice.

A little eunuch replied, "If you go back to the saint, there has been no movement in the guest room. ”

No movement? Sejong secretly said that his heart was not good, and he vigorously pushed the closed door and walked quickly into the guest room.

Ahn Jinxiu did not hang himself and cut his wrists as Sejong thought, and after Sejong rushed into the guest room, he saw Ahn Jinxiu sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt. "Who let you in?" After Sejong was relieved, he turned around and said to the little eunuchs who came in with him, "Get out!" ”

The four little eunuchs didn't follow up for fear that Shizong would be punished, and after being scolded at this time, they immediately retreated tremblingly.

"Shengshang," when Shizong scolded the little eunuch, he heard An Jinxiu calling him behind him, and when he looked back, An Jinxiu was already kneeling on the ground.

"Get up," Sejong stepped forward a few steps forward and picked up An Jinxiu.

An Jinxiu was boneless in Sejong's arms, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the little woman in his arms, Sejong couldn't help but laugh and said, "How many times have I hugged you today?" ”

An Jinxiu shook her head, her eyes staring at the wall in front of her, but she didn't look at Sejong.

Sejong put An Jinxiu on the bed, "Are you ashamed?" ”

An Jinxiu lowered her head, grabbed her clothes in her hands, and was silent.

Sejong used his hand to comb Ahn Jinxiu's loose hair, and the little woman had groomed it, but she didn't have any clothes to change into, and she was still wearing a soaked pale cyan dress. "I really didn't hurt you?" Sejong asked An Jinxiu and said, "You tell me the truth." ”

An Jinxiu shook her head busily.

"Then you can eat something first," Sejong still didn't think about how to tell An Jinxiu about peace, thinking that this little woman would cry a lot for a while, and thought it would be better to let this little woman eat something first.

An Jinxiu still shook her head, raised her head and said to Shizong, "The saint said that he would protect the concubine?" ”

Sejong said, "You don't have any jokes. ”

An Jinxiu muttered: "The general has another lover to accompany him, but what should the concubine's son do?" ”

Sejong took An Jinxiu in his arms, sighed, and said, "There was a fire in the old alley in the south of the city today," after feeling the stiffness of the body in his arms, Sejong hugged An Jinxiu even harder, "Your peace is no longer there." ”

"No, it's gone?"

"How can he escape from the fire as a child," Holding the idea that long pain is better than short pain, Sejong said to An Jinxiu, "The Shangguan family is dead, except for Shangguan Yong, who is outside." ”

Listening to Sejong report the bad news to herself again, An Jinxiu's heart was cut by a blunt knife again, but in the face of Sejong, how could she reveal her true sadness? The teeth bit the tip of her tongue, and at this time, what she wanted was not sadness, but Sejong's pity. Sejong thought that he would hear An Jinxiu's cry, but after he waited for a while, the person who was held in his arms did not make a sound, and when Sejong lowered his head to look, he saw blood flowing down the corners of An Jinxiu's mouth, and the little woman was already pale and unconscious. "Splendid?" Sejong used his hand to break An Jinxiu's mouth, and as a result, a large amount of blood gushed out of An Jinxiu's mouth, staining his handbrake red.

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