There was a moment of silence in the room, and the air seemed to freeze and suffocate.

"Lord Zhu?" Qu Fang on the side finally couldn't help but remind, and Zhu Xuechen suddenly said as if he had just woken up from a big dream: "It's so good, it's so good, I just don't know if Mr. Sima is willing to help." ”

"It's not a help." Su Qiang was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Luo Wei has acted steadily over the years, has been an official and upright, and has hired people based on materials, so he deserves the position of Shangshu." However, Sima Changlin didn't know Luo Wei, but he said two things. ”

"Then ......" Zhu Xuechen's expression was full of regret, and he didn't know how to speak.

Now there are four of the six ministries, only the regent is the head of the horse, and the military department is the regent's die-hard loyalty. If you can replace your own people in such a critical position, you may be able to turn the situation around.

Su Qiang quietly looked at the tent that covered the bed of the crown prince Li Cong, frowned slightly, and gradually unfolded after a long time.

"This palace gives you a token." She said slowly.

Zhu Xuechen, who was hanging his head and meditating, suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Qiang who was sitting upright with a bit of inquiry.

Token......

Could it be that the young crown princess actually has any friendship with the former Zaisuke? However, when Sima Changlin was imprisoned, the crown princess was still young, and they should not have intersected.

If it is said to be a token, it should be a jade or a seal......

Zhu Xuechen thought so, and saw Su Qiang put his hand into his wide sleeve and took out a dagger.

His eyes widened.

That's right, even though the hall was dimly lit, he was not mistaken.

The dignified princess took out a dagger from her sleeve casually.

He couldn't help but glance at Qu Fang, the waiter who was standing quietly on the side, but saw Qu Fang hanging his head slightly, with a strange look on his face.

In this look, there is still a faint - proud?

Su Qiang didn't pay attention to what Zhu Xuechen thought.

She placed the dagger on the table and pushed it slightly.

Zhu Xuechen hurriedly took it with both hands and looked at it roughly.

The dagger the size of the palm of the hand, well made, and the handle of the knife is wound with thin gold wire in a strange pattern, but there is nothing else special about it.

Although he had doubts in his heart, he did not dare to ask any more, and hurriedly put away the dagger carefully.

"Master Zhu," Qu Fang, who was on the side, saw him put away the dagger, stepped forward and said, "The old slave goes out with Lord Zhu, and arranges for someone to take Lord Zhu to that place." ”

That place, oh yes, the place where Sima Changlin was imprisoned is not something that ordinary people can go.

He hurriedly thanked him, and then withdrew from the temple.

Su Qiang looked at his back and sighed slightly.

The use of a dagger as a token is indeed a bit abrupt. But although she had heard her father mention Sima Changlin's past, she had never seen this person after all, and this token was also thought of temporarily.

The dagger is an ordinary dagger, but on the handle, it is wound into a cross stacking style with layers of gold threads presented by the lord of Weijun, which is not necessarily beautiful, but it is non-slip and wear-resistant.

This is a common method used by them to make weapons in the Fuguo Mansion, but outsiders don't pay much attention to it.

She had to make a bet, betting that Sima Changlin had a good relationship with her father back then, and knew these details. If you lose the bet, you lose, just a joke.

She silently picked up her cup. The tea is already cold, I don't know what happened to the prince.

"Your Highness......" Qu Fang sent Zhu Xuechen out, and when he walked in again, his footsteps lost his usual calmness.

"Your Highness," he stood in front of Su Qiang with his head bowed, his expression uneasy and flustered.

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