In the past, in the Sword Shadow Pavilion, he had always been arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't need to bow his head to people, and he didn't need to be afraid of anyone. He has the hardest brothers, and he has an entourage that will never betray him.

Later, above the court, he was a lonely minister, relying on the appreciation of the right minister, relying on his own exquisiteness, he was comfortable in the officialdom and invincible.

He was always brave because he never had to worry about the future.

But today, he saw the despair in Wang San's eyes, as if he saw this sad imperial power through him.

He just felt it, so what about Zhao Xiangling who was in it?

He always asks her to believe in herself, but in such a situation, even a blood relationship can draw a knife, so why can't he?

What can be trusted in this world?

Sitting in a pool of blood, facing everyone's identification, Li Ruiqing pursed his lips and was silent, without making any excuse for himself.

He knew that it was useless to argue.

'Murderer Wang Yao', no one will believe what he says. After all, Wang Yao is the grandson of the right prime minister, what is he Li Ruiqing?

The only people present were he and Wang Yao who had blood stains on their bodies, and Wang Yao had already rolled around in a pool of blood with Wang San's corpse.

He is overly sad, and himself, what is it!

"I didn't expect that the dignified left minister would be able to do such a thing." Someone is accusatory.

"Our lord was his teacher...... Whining...... How could he be like this...... "Someone cried.

"I didn't expect that Zuo Xiang looks dignified, but behind his back is such a wolf-hearted thing!"

What's more, they wantonly insult, use the most vicious language to attack, slander, tear apart all the truth they see, and disguise themselves as justice.

Li Ruiqing did not speak.

Next to him, Wang San's body was already cold, and the person who had taught him, promoted him, and accused him would not rest in peace.

How to rest in peace? How can you rest in peace?

In the distance, someone suddenly shouted: "The emperor has arrived!" ”

Li Ruiqing came back to his senses and raised his eyes to look out of the door.

Zhao Xiangling knew that something would happen, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly and so bloody.

She saw Wang San lying on the ground, and a thin layer of blood was splashed on the bookshelf, in front of the table, and on the ground.

Bright red, not yet dry.

But in this cold winter, it has already been cool.

Li Ruiqing sat on the ground, his white clothes stained with blood, and even his face still had a few blood marks. And beside him, Wang Yao was still crying bitterly, and there were a few persuasive little maids standing beside him, with hateful faces.

Almost immediately, Zhao Xiangling understood what was happening.

Her Ruiqing is too kind, how can her Ruiqing fight these wolf-faced things!

Raising his eyebrows and hiding his emotions, Zhao Xiangling strode to Wang San's corpse, kicked Wang Yao away, and mourned: "Are you all standing here one by one?" Didn't see the need for a doctor here! ”

No one knew that the emperor would come, and no one thought that she would come so quickly.

Wang Yao was a little stunned, and immediately pounced on Zhao Xiangling to push Zhao Xiangling away.

He knew how powerful this woman was, and he couldn't tell this woman to find any flaws.

However, before he could get close, he was kicked out again by Zhao Xiangling.

"Rubbish!" Zhao Xiangling said, "Seeing that my grandfather was injured, my first reaction was not to call the doctor, but to roll around on the ground with an injured old man, do you want him to die!" ”

Wang Yao shuddered, looked at Zhao Xiangling's sharp gaze, and didn't realize it. He knew that everything he said now was wrong, his eyes drooped, and he cried: "Grandfather, grandfather, you died so miserably!" ”

"Grandfather, grandfather."

The sound shook the sky. It seems that he is really sad.

Zhao Xiangling turned his head and looked at Wang San's remains, and unconsciously felt a little sad.

Wang San's life was dedicated to the southern kingdom. When he was in power, he was the one who overcame the public opinion, and he also assisted himself wholeheartedly, escorted himself, and made it difficult for himself to settle the ministers.

Now that I think about it, it's the same as yesterday.

Although he is stubborn, although he always likes to force his life, he is always for his own good and for the good of the south.

During the day, she and Wang San were talking in the prison, and she clearly saw the compromise in the eyes of this old man.

He had actually acquiesced to her and Ruiqing, and he had decided to turn a blind eye.

But now, he's dead.

He did not die in the southern court, but in his own sheltered bay and in his own safe residence.

He wants to go home and retire! Why didn't these people let him go!

Wang Yao was still crying in his ears, Zhao Xiangling was impatient, and shouted: "Shut up!" ”

Wang Yao's voice stopped abruptly, like a switch, and it stopped when it was pressed.

Zhao Xiangling helped Wang San up and sat aside.

"The king is a hero of the southern kingdom, and he deserves a thick burial." Zhao Xiangling was stunned, "However, there are many doubts about Wang Xiang's death, and I should give him the truth." ”

Wang Yao shuddered, knowing that things were not good, he didn't have time to deal with anything, everything was in the original place!

Turning his head, Zhao Xiangling could not refuse: "Wang Youxiang's good grandson, what do you think?" ”

In the tone, it is not easy to see sarcasm. Wang Yao knew that this woman would definitely see it.

But can he say no? He can't!

"The grass people think it's very good." Wang Yaonuo replied, not daring to disobey.

Zhao Xiangling turned his head again: "Zuo Xiang, what do you think?" ”

Li Ruiqing raised his head, a little in a trance: "Minister, listen to Your Majesty's words." ”

"Good." Zhao Xiangling hooked his lips slightly, "Celadon porcelain, go and invite the Dali Temple Ark." ”

The crowd was in an uproar. Dali Temple Ark, everyone present has more or less heard of his name.

This man is rebellious, single, and has a strange temper and is elusive. He has solved the mystery cases in the south for decades, and he can find clues with just a few words, clever methods, and delicate thoughts.

It can be said that there is no mystery that he can't solve.

Wang Yao quietly retreated, wanting to retreat first, but heard Zhao Xiangling shouting: "Wang Qiye, where do you want to go?" ”

Wang Yao tugged at the corners of his lips, knowing that this matter would not end well. He raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes: "I'll go change into plain clothes." ”

"Am I right?" Zhao Xiangling said angrily, "Without my order, whoever leaves this courtyard today, I will break someone's leg!" ”

"But ......"

"No, but." Zhao Xiangling said, "The cause of death is unknown now, and the enemy who killed him is still at large, if you let him be buried now, he will only curse you, an unfilial descendant, under the Yellow Spring!" ”

Wang Yao hung his head, except for tears, he could only shed tears. The only thing he could do now was to hope that the strange man in the Ark would not come here.

As long as he doesn't come, everything will be settled.

In the crowd, there were whispers.

"Isn't the murderer already obvious?"

"There is only one person in the room, is there anyone else?"

"Protection, that's protection."

Zhao Xiangling squinted his eyes and turned his eyes around to intimidate everyone to shut up.

Her shock was useful, and the crowd was suddenly silent, and the pins could be heard. It's just that what is going on in their hearts has been shown in the anger in their eyes.

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