"Your Majesty, the concubine thinks that this case is very important, so let's leave it to the people of Dali Temple to investigate." Nanrong Yuwei persuaded on the side.

Xuanyuan Yan glanced at Nanrong Yuwei, and then shook his head, "Now it is the daughter of Shaoqing of Dali Temple who has died, and I am afraid that it will be inconvenient for this case to be investigated and handled by Dali Temple. ”

"Yes!" Nanrong Yuwei nodded lightly.

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A few hours later, the news that the daughter of Lu Liangju, the young secretary of Dali Temple, died in the prince's east palace spread throughout the government and the opposition.

In addition to the shock, an undercurrent of easy storage is also gradually surging.

After the early dynasty, Xuanyuan returned to the imperial study with an unkind face.

Thinking that when the prince made a suggestion just now, the big and small officials turned a blind eye, Xuanyuan Yan gritted his teeth for a while. Sure enough, the longer this case drags on, the greater the impact on the prince!

"Summons King Pingyuan!" Xuanyuan said coldly.

After a while, Pingyuan Wang Nanrong Ran Hui was called into the imperial study.

After performing the courtesy of the monarch and the minister, Xuanyuan Yan just looked straight at Nan Rong Ranhui without saying a word.

Seeing that the emperor didn't speak, Nanrong Ranhui didn't say much, just stood there with his eyes down.

"King Pingyuan, something happened in the Tai Womb last night, do you know." Xuanyuan asked.

"The minister has heard of it." Nan Rong Ranhui replied respectfully.

"I want you to be in charge of investigating this case, can you handle it?" Xuanyuan Yan looked straight at Nan Rong Ranhui.

Nanrong Ranhui looked up at Xuanyuan Yan with some surprise, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Very well, stand down." Xuanyuan Yan nodded with satisfaction, followed by a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, slowly closed his eyes, and waved his hand lightly towards Nanrong Ranhui.

After Nanrong Ranhui left, Xuanyuan Yan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were cold and abnormal......

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Nanrong Ranhui, who left the imperial study, did not leave the palace directly, but walked directly to Fengzao Palace.

In the Fengzao Palace, the Holy Queen Nanrong Yuwei seemed to have known that her brother would come to find her, and she had already ordered someone to prepare Nanrong Ranhui's usual refreshments early in the morning, waiting for her brother's arrival.

Since Nan Rong Yuwei came to the court to listen to politics, this is the first time that Nan Rong Ranhui has stepped into the palace where his sister lives.

In order to prevent the Nanrong family from becoming the target of Shuoyue, Nanrong Ranhui can be said to be paying attention everywhere, but now it seems that some things cannot be unredeemed after all.

"Brother is here, sit down." The seemingly courteous and cordial words are spoken in the coldest voice, so that those who listen to it will not feel the slightest warmth no matter what.

"I don't dare." Nan Rong Ran Hui stood in the hall and said indifferently.

Nan Rong Yuwei glanced at Nan Rong Ranhui lightly, and a sneer hung on the corner of her mouth.

"My brother is still so cautious, after so many years, it really hasn't changed at all." Nan Rong Yuwei smiled lightly and shook her head.

Nanrong Ranhui raised his eyes to look at Nanrong Yuwei, who was lazily half-leaning on the chaise longue, his eyes were dim. After many years, the person in front of him doesn't seem to have changed at all, and it seems that he is no longer the person he knew at the beginning......

"I heard that the shadow guards of the Nanrong family have been in and out of the Nanlin Courtyard frequently recently, and you gave the young master's order to Ah Liang?" Nanrong Ranhui asked coldly.