Looking at the figures of the soldiers and guards tearing away at the same time, Su Qiang smiled slightly.

This madness can't be human and happen to be on his side.

She didn't have time to think about it, so she took advantage of the fight between the guards and the soldiers on the stone road, and ran quickly to the door of the small house. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. She raised her hand and pushed, and with a squeak, the door opened.

This room is small, but it is made into an ensuite. Outside there are tables, chairs and benches, and inside is a bed tent closet. When the candle flame flickered, she saw the auxiliary prince Cui Xu, her father.

He was standing in front of the table, writing on a piece of dark yellow rice paper.

On the left side of the bookcase was a rubbing, and he made a few strokes with a pen in his right hand, and then focused on looking at the penmanship on the rubbing, thinking about it, and drawing a few more.

Su Qiang smiled secretly in her heart.

My father was never good at calligraphy.

He was born in a family of Jiangmen, and the head of the family valued martial arts and light writing, thinking that as long as others could understand the words, there was no need to write them well. In this case, his handwriting really only stays at the stage where others can understand it.

I didn't expect my father who was not good at writing and ink all his life. When I got old, I practiced instead.

Hearing the movement of the door opening, Cui Xu didn't raise his head and said, "Cui is a lot older, and I'm really sorry to bother Your Excellency to run away."

It seemed that he had heard the movement outside, and knew that it was directed at him. According to the current situation, maybe you are worried that the other party is here to assassinate you. Even so, he practiced calligraphy calmly. The heart is really big enough.

Su Qiang closed the door with her backhand, stood in the shadows of the flickering lights, and sighed softly and said, "How is Grandpa Guo?" ”

The man who was writing pauses for a moment, then looks up suddenly. With a bit of joy and surprise in his demeanor, he said cheerfully: "Yo, it's the Lord who is here." ”

The main person who assassinated Wei Huailin was not himself.

The smile on Su Qiang's face deepened, and she looked at her father, who seemed to be physically and mentally relaxed, shook her head and said, "Grandpa Guo has a good memory, but I'm not here to surrender." ”

Fu Guogong nodded and said, "The old man naturally knows that he should go to the lobby to surrender, and he will not risk coming here." So the girl is here to give the old man some guidance? ”

Su Qiang sighed softly, pulled a spring stool and sat down, glancing at the words written by Grandpa Guo.

Crooked, as always.

"Don't blame yourself." Fu Guogong smiled and said, "When I arrived that day, Wei Huailin hadn't lost his breath yet. I've got the answers I wanted, and it's not a loss. ”

Got the answer.

Su Qiang suddenly understood where the ease in his eyes and body came from.

It was since Cui Wange's death that it was easy to finally figure out the cause of death.

After figuring out the cause of death, what should we do next?

Wei Huailin also told her that Cui Wange was ordered to be killed by the crown prince Li Cong?

She frowned slightly, raised her head and said, "Did Grandpa Guo ask about the cause of Miss Cui's death?" ”

A cold light quietly rose in Fu Guogong's eyes, he threw the brush on the table at will, and said lightly: "No wonder the old man feels that he is very close to the girl, it turns out that the girl has the skill of contemplating the mind." Yes, the old man did ask. ”

Su Qiang looked at his eyes that seemed to be condensed with turbulent waves although he was pretending to be relaxed, and couldn't help but feel a heartache.

"Did he tell the truth?" Su Qiang asked.

"No," Fu Guo said fairly, "he would rather die than protect his master." ”

Su Qiang looked slightly startled, and suddenly looked over.

A smile appeared on Fu Guogong's face.

"Fortunately, the old man knows who his master is."

……