The candle flame flickered, and the flames that were clearly extinguished reflected on the two people sitting opposite, both of them wearing clothes that did not show their identities, and their bodies were red.

The man opposite the middle-aged man had a respectful look, and he caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man shaking his wine glass, not saying a word, with a hint of anger in his expression.

The slightly young man held his breath as much as he could, for fear of disturbing the man and cutting himself.

The air, which was already somewhat solid, is now even more dreary.

"Master...."

After a long time, the young man finally raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and spoke with a little fear.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, his eyes were cold, and the latter quickly shrank in fright.

The middle-aged man smiled violently, his fingers stroked the obsidian bracelet, his eyes flickered, and then he said slowly.

"What are you so afraid of, I won't eat you."

He raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for the man in front of him, the water slowly filled the teacup, and the middle-aged man's eyes were just staring at the tea flowing down, and slowly hooked his lips.

"Remember that you don't drink, and you specially let people prepare the old gentleman's eyebrows."

The younger man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his straight back finally relaxed. He slowly leaned back in his chair and took another sip of tea, with an approving look on his face.

"Thank you."

"Ye said, do things well for you, what will you get in the future? Is the master good to you, can you tell me? ”

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at the person opposite calmly.

"The master is naturally very good to his subordinates, excellent."

The younger man's heart, which had just been put down, was lifted again, and he nodded hurriedly.

"Then you say, the master is so good to you, why do you want to betray the master?"

The younger man's eyes widened in disbelief, just about to justify something.

"Master, my subordinates are wronged...."

Suddenly, there was a cramp in his heart, and he fell to the ground with an unstable position, making a dull sound. The wooden chair shifted to the moment it was about to fall, and the middle-aged man waved his hand to support it.

"Why are you so careless? It's a problem to attract others. ”

It was the same calm tone, but to the ears of that person it sounded like a ghost from hell.

The man wanted to speak but couldn't say anything, only babbling, and his hand tried to grab the middle-aged man's sleeve with great force, but the man dodged it lightly.

The middle-aged man straightened his sleeves, looked coldly at the person in front of him and pressed his heart painfully, he tried his best to speak, but he still failed, so he could only look at him with longing eyes.

He turned his head away from looking, and said bluntly: "Your betrayal almost ruined the master's plan, and the master said that he would cut you with a thousand knives." ”

As he spoke, he paused, took the teacup, and rubbed it gently, "But Ye has been working with you for so long, Ye really can't bear it." This medicine is colorless and tasteless, no one will believe that you are killed by him, but it is painful, you can bear with it. ”

When the man heard this, he was truly desperate, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was completely different from before.

With resentment and rage.

"By the way, you still have an hour of incense, enjoy your last moment in the world."

The middle-aged man looked at the man who fell to the ground with a little enjoyment, his mouth was already spitting out blood, and a pair of eyes stared at the man fiercely, as if he was dead.

The man used the last of his strength and spat at the middle-aged man. Then he didn't have the strength to get up, like a dying dog lying on the ground panting.

"It's dirty."

The middle-aged man looked at the black blood on the hem of his clothes, extremely disgusted, he forcibly resisted a slap that was about to hit the man, and he couldn't bear to let him even tremble slightly.

He hated these dirty things the most in his life, but he couldn't do anything to him anymore.

The master said that he wanted him to die the most painful death, but now that he is at the end of his crossbow, how can he bear his anger?

"You want to borrow my hand and die early? Don't even think about it. The middle-aged man couldn't help his calm expression and sneered.

Man: "......"

The middle-aged man turned his back. Behind him, two men in black ghostly appeared, standing respectfully.

"Get things right."

The man in black knelt down neatly at the same time and nodded, and the middle-aged man left indifferently, silently, not even moving the leaves outside the window.

……

On the second day, the whole capital was spread all over the city, and Dali Siqing committed suicide in the house.

His Majesty was shocked, and hurriedly sent the prince of Anguo, the newly promoted imperial front to walk Gu Yan to check, and worked for a whole day, and by the time Gu Yan finished investigating and reporting to the palace, it was already late at night.

Dali Siqing did an autopsy, and the final result was poisoning. But strangely, there was no sign of anyone in his room that night. Gu Yan ordered all the family members and subordinates in the Dali Temple to be placed under house arrest and not allowed to enter or leave. Just waiting for someone to show their feet.

Qi Yun handed over the matter to Gu Yan, and let Gu Yan go back with a headache.

But what Gu Yan didn't expect was that things continued to ferment. On the third day, someone searched in the study of Dali Siqing and found a big case of him embezzling and accepting bribes over the years and selling death row prisoners at a high price. On the fourth day, Dali Siqing's wife hanged herself in the room and left a suicide note, saying that she couldn't accept that her master was such a person, and she had no face to face the world, so she had to die to atone for her sins.

Gu Yan took the suicide note from Mrs. Dali Siqing and looked at it for a moment.

"Have you done it for identification?"

"Hui Shizi, it has been identified, and it is indeed genuine."

Gu Yan nodded, handed the suicide note to the person next to him, and walked out of the room.

The sunrise in the past few days has been too continuous and smooth, but it is a little abnormal, like someone has acted in a play for them.

He also invited the chief physician of the Tai Hospital to see the symptoms of poisoning, and the result of the diagnosis was a very common bottle of Heding Red, all the evidence showed that Dali Siqing was a suicide, and when he entered, Dali Siqing poured a bottle of Heding Red that had been drunk.

Everything makes sense.

Gu Yan watched the door of the Qing Mansion of Dali Temple slowly close, sighed slightly, and then got into the carriage and drove towards the palace.

In the end, Dali Siqing's case was closed because Dali Siqing committed suicide by taking poison because he felt that he was corrupt and took bribes, and Gu Yan solved the case in a short period of time, and his reputation grew.

Late at night, after Gu Yan came back from the palace, he waved off his subordinates and sat under the moon alone, with a cyan wine glass and a pure white wine jug beside him. The wine glass was already empty, and Gu Yan didn't pour it again.

He tilted his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, frowning slightly.

The death of Dali Siqing is definitely not so simple, from the previous Uighur fine work to the imperial mark of Daqi to the death of Dali Siqing now.

All these things happened so strangely, as if someone was manipulating them behind the scenes, could it be the hands and feet of the Uighurs?

But why did Dali Siqing die after the appearance of the royal mark of Daqi?

What is the conspiracy of all this?