"What's the matter?" Fan Xian knew that things must not be simple, otherwise Li Hongcheng would not be so nervous, but he still forced a smile and said, "Your grape trellis is not falling." ”

Strange to say, Li Hongcheng has long reached the marriageable age, I don't know why, but he has never married his wife and entered the door.

"I don't have time to tell you naughty jokes. Li Hongcheng said with a calm face: "Yesterday, there was a murder in a manor at the foot of Cangshan, and Wu Boan and the prime minister's second son, Lin Heng, died. ”

Fan Xian was shocked and asked, "What?"

Li Hongcheng said: "Yes, your future second brother-in-law is dead. ”

Fan Xian didn't expect this complicated relationship for a while, and he was a little shocked in his heart, Wu Bo'an's death was expected by him, but ...... If it wasn't the uncle who made the move, but someone was killing him, how could he not have compensated the prime minister's second son. Fan Xian has this self-knowledge, and his worth is far from being as good as that of the second brother-in-law. Since Wu Bo'an and the second brother-in-law died together, did he mean that he wanted to kill himself last time...... Is it the prime minister's father-in-law?

He didn't have any feelings for this brother-in-law he had never met, but when he thought of what came with it, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and after calming down a little, he asked, "How did people die?"

Li Hongcheng retold the scene of the discovery to him, originally in terms of the remoteness of the manor, the horror of this Tsubaki murder case would not be discovered until a long time, but he didn't expect that the third day happened to be the rì of the mountain order, and as soon as he entered the manor, he saw corpses all over the ground, and he was shocked and reported it layer by layer. Because it was the prime minister's son who died, and Wu Bo'an, who had a special identity, the news passed through the Kyoto Prefecture and the Criminal Department, and went directly to the palace.

King Jing entered the palace today, and occasionally heard the news, so he asked the father-in-law who was familiar with the palace to send a message back.

Fan Xian's heart moved, King Jing should know that he would come to the palace as a guest today, and take the risk of letting people send news back, it seems that he wants to inform himself, but why does the other party think that he needs this news? Seeing his expression, Li Hongcheng lowered his voice and said: "The Supervision Yuan is looking for Wu Bo'an, I heard that it has something to do with your last assassination, this time he died so coincidentally, beware of others suspecting you." ”

Fan Xian pretended to be startled, waved his hand again and again, and said: "This matter has nothing to do with me, even the person who can't be found by the Supervision Yuan, can I still find him, if the Prime Minister really believes this, I won't be alive in Kyoto in the future?"

Li Hongcheng saw that his demeanor did not seem to be fake, and breathed a sigh of relief: "If it is really you who did it, I will inevitably have to re-evaluate your strength, and I will have to please you in the future." ”

Fan Xian was already quite familiar with him, and scolded with a smile: "What kind of bastard is this, I just beg the Prime Minister not to link his son's death with me, and he is going to burn high incense." ”

Li Hongcheng said: "Probably not, your explanation just now is very powerful, and people who can't be caught by Lord Chen are even more impossible to catch when you first enter Kyoto." Even if you are caught, it is impossible to kill people indiscriminately in order to vent your anger for personal revenge. He looked at Fan Xian and said seriously: "I believe you in this matter, father, I will also go for you, and I believe that the prime minister will not mess around." ”

Fan Xian sighed and said, "I'm afraid that the prime minister must first find a way to explain why the second prince is with Wu Bo'an." You must know that Wu Bo'an is a horn sè who is related to the Northern Qi Dynasty, and the charge of treason is confirmed. ”

Li Hongcheng nodded, and said with a little worry: "It's just that the prime minister has lost his son when he is old, and after this blow, if he is attacked by political enemies on the basis of Wu Bo'an's matter, I am afraid that Rìzi will not have a good time." ”

Fan Xian secretly glanced at the prince, thinking to himself that the prime minister's political enemies were not you and the second prince?

After leaving King Jing's mansion and getting into the carriage, Fan Ruoruo noticed that there was something wrong with his brother's face, and asked with concern: "Is there something uncomfortable? Or did you say that you were ruthless before?" Fan Sizhen also sat down with fun and handed the folding fan in his hand to Fan Xian flatteringly.

Fan Xian was a little uneasy in his heart, so he was more irritable, and said impatiently: "It's okay!" After the words came out, he felt that his tone was a little wrong, and explained with a wry smile: "There are some troublesome things, I have to think about it, you don't care about me for now." ”

After entering Fan's mansion, Fan Xian first ran to his father's study, but found that his father was not at home, so he might have been summoned to the palace at this time.

He returned to his room with some trepidation, and when he sat down at the table, he realized that his back was already soaked. In fact, when Li Hongcheng recounted the deaths of Wu Bo'an and the second son of the prime minister in the manor, Fan Xian knew who did it, and in this world, no one is more familiar with the way Uncle Wuzhu made his move and the traces left behind than him.

That night, after Fan Xian found out the name Wu Bo'an in the prison, he knew that Wu Bo'an was already a dead man - but he didn't expect that Lin Wan'er's second brother would also die together.

Although I don't know how Wuzhu found that Mr. Wu, it is really normal to stab to death the two masterminds behind the murder of Fan Xian with a hammer according to Wuzhu's cold and indifferent xìngzi. Wuzhu is a grandmaster-level powerhouse, and in his eyes, the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion may be just a flesh and blood body like the assassin who came to kill him in Shanzhou. As long as Fan Xian will not be implicated, there will never be a taboo in front of Wuzhu's iron drill.

Fan Xian's uneasiness lies in the fact that since even King Jing thinks that he has something to do with Lin Hui's death, what will the prime minister think? He wants to avenge the killing of the guard, and he and Fuji Zijing were seriously injured, and he also thought that the person behind the scenes may be the prime minister, his future father-in-law, if this is the case, Fan Xian will only kill Wu Bo'an and sue the other party with jǐng, but he didn't expect that Lin Wan'er's second brother died so cleanly, the Lin family has two sons, and I heard that the eldest one still has some problems...... Thinking of Lin Wan'er, Fan Xian had another headache, even if Wan'er grew up in the palace and had no feelings for the Lin family, but after all, the two sides are flesh and blood, which is a fact that cannot be torn apart no matter what.

He stood up and walked around the table twice, his eyes gradually becoming firmer, he made up his mind that he would not let Wan'er know about this in his life, and he would not let her know that it was his uncle who killed her brother.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― the depths of the majestic palace, the room where the most powerful man in the world was located, but it was far less imposing than the territory under his jurisdiction, and the incense in the treasure gradually dispersed, leaving only a thick layer of incense ashes, and the sun shone sideways outside the door, and the willows that rushed to the threshold were slender in the light.

The room is paved with shallow stone bricks, and there are more than a dozen members of the court standing on the left and right, today is not a formal court meeting, so this is not a Taiji Palace, just a side hall, the great majesty of Qingguo Xià did not sit on the high dragon chair, but just chose a chair to sit on.

The emperor was dressed in a casual dress of water blue silk, with a coiled dragon gold ribbon tied around his waist, and his jet-black hair was tightly tied, except for the occasional silver strand found in his sideburns. He sat casually in his chair, lower than the courtiers standing around him, but with an aura that seemed to be sitting at the top of the world, looking down at the thousands of subjects at his feet.

Now that the state affairs are over, those who remain in the house are a few old ministers and important ministers.

Chen Pingping is the first on the left hand, sitting in a wheelchair because of physical reasons, so it looks very special, her head hangs down slightly, as if she is about to fall asleep. These ministers knew that President Chen, who was the first confidant of His Majesty, had been ordered not to attend the regular court meeting, but today this meeting was a must.

Prime Minister Lin Ruofu is the first in the right hand, and he also has special treatment today, sitting on a round stool, but the official uniform is a little long, so it looks a little funny. This world-famous Jiān appearance, but he was born with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, but his pale beard revealed his true age, and when he was young, he must have been a beautiful man.

His eyes were a little red and swollen, and his lips were a little pale, thinking that he had cried before.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, mourns. The Emperor whispered, and the buzzing echo in the room rang out, "It's okay for you to recuperate in the palace for a few hours...... Send the child. ”

Lin Ruofu stood up, bowed respectfully, and said in a choked voice: "The old minister doesn't dare, it's a sin to disturb His Majesty about the dog." ”

Those ministers also warmly advised the old prime minister that people cannot be resurrected after death, how to do it.

Lin Ruofu suddenly said loudly: "Dare to ask Your Majesty to be the master of the old minister, and seek justice for the dead child!" After saying this, he knelt down straight, and learned of the death of his second son at noon today, and the prime minister, who had always been like a stone, almost fainted.

The corners of the Emperor's lips curled innorantly, but no one dared to stare at the face of the Son of Heaven, so no one noticed this small detail. His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be a little surprised by the Prime Minister's statement: "Since the attack on the former Fan family boy, unexpectedly, such a murder occurred on the side of Kyoto, and this Kyoto Mansion is naturally unable to shirk its responsibility...... Each department must pay close attention to the arrest of the murderer, mainly the criminal department, if there is any cooperation, Dean Chen will take charge on the side. ”

Chen Pingping seemed to be asleep, but at this time she opened her eyes and responded with a smile.

Two jīng lights burst out of Lin Ruofu's eyes, but they were fleeting, and he kowtowed to the emperor before standing up under the persuasion of everyone.

The emperor looked at him calmly, Qingguo didn't pay much attention to the etiquette in front of the palace, this ninety-five lord knew that the prime minister's head was not forbidden, and suddenly frowned and said: "The last time, there was the shadow of a thief in the Northern Qi Dynasty, intending to cause a storm in the court. ”

He suddenly reprimanded sharply: "Chen Pingping, you have to be careful about your hospital affairs, is it because you are eating white rice everywhere! Do you want to have the children of the ministers of the DPRK and the Central Government die one by one before you are willing to come back!"

The Son of Heaven was furious, and the house was quiet.