Bang –

The masked man slammed into the ground, black blood flowing down his body!

Zhao Wujiang stepped forward and found that he was no longer breathing, so he couldn't help but sigh, there was no proof of death......

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu asked with a glimmer of hope: "Didn't you say that Lord Zhao said that he was the masked man who killed his student Chen De in the Criminal Department?" He is a servant of Li Yifu, Li Yifu must be the person behind the scenes, we can show the saint and strictly investigate Li Yifu! ”

"Don't be in a hurry, carry the body to Shangshu Province, keep it, and take it out to play its final role when it arrives at the court."

The Ministry of Rites was puzzled, and Zhao Wujiang explained: "This official guessed that it was him in the painting boat because he had fought with him in the prison, but this matter has no evidence, and now there is no evidence for his death, so it is not easy to do." ”

Hearing this, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu sighed, looking lonely and disappointed.

"If it can't be proved that the dead domestic servant is the assassin of the prison of the Ministry of Punishment that day, then the adults will not be able to clear their innocence!"

Zhao Wujiang smiled, "There is no way to prove that he was the assassin of that day, but we can sue Li Yifu for killing the officials of the Tang Dynasty." ”

The Ministry of Rites clapped his hands and said, "That's right! So many people can testify that he wanted to kill the court officials, which is a serious crime, and we can report it to the emperor in the early court! ”

"There are many dreams at night, and Lord Shangshu wrote a recital overnight and submitted it."

"Lord Zhao is very right, this official will do it."

Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites got up, patted the dust on his brocade clothes, said goodbye to Zhao Wujiang, and immediately went to the Ministry of Rites of Shangshu Province.

A carriage approached, and the sound of horses' hooves and wheels turning seemed so harsh in the silent night sky.

The carriage stopped, and Wang Yifang walked down anxiously.

"Brother Xian, are you okay?"

"Thank you Brother Wang for your concern, I'm fine."

"What about the Assassins?"

"I killed myself by biting the poison." Zhao Wujiang smiled helplessly.

Wang Yifang sighed, clapped his hands, and the servant took out a sandalwood treasure box from the carriage.

When opened, it was filled with a pair of soft armor made of dark gold and silver.

"Brother Xian, this is a piece of gold silk soft armor given to him by Duke Wei back then, which is not afraid of water and fire, and idle weapons cannot penetrate it at all. I will give it to you today for my brother to defend yourself. ”

"This is too precious, Brother Wang, you better wear it yourself, right?"

"If I ask you to take it, you will take it." Wang Yifang grimaced.

Zhao Wujiang was helpless, took the sandalwood box, and was moved in his heart.

He groped in his inner sleeve and found a bottle of elixir, which was used to strengthen the kidneys and fitness, and he handed the elixir to Wang Yifang.

"What are you doing here? Take it back! Wang Yifang feigned anger, "I gave it to you, just to protect your safety, what kind of pill did you give back?" Isn't it out of sight? ”

"Also, it's the little brother who is too outward, so I'll take back this kidney-strengthening elixir."

Zhao Wujiang sighed and prepared to withdraw the elixir.

Well?

Strong kidneys?

It's such a good thing...... Wang Yifang took the pill and said with a smile: "Since it is your kindness, how can you refuse for your brother?" Give it to me. ”

Zhao Wujiang: "........."

......

The stars are shining brightly, shining with the bright moon.

Zhaoyi Palace.

The candles in the room are flickering.

Qing'er was already asleep, and her ruddy little mouth opened and closed slightly, as if she was feasting in a dream.

Wu Meiniang sat at the table, holding her cheeks with one hand, she was waiting for Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang said that he would bring her back the lanterns, and although it was going to be late at night, she was still waiting.

On the table is a canvas in which Zhao Wujiang is painted today.

Wu Meiniang gently rubbed the painting, caressing the handsome face of Zhao Wujiang who was like a young man in the painting, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled, and her delicate face was quietly covered with red glow.

"Mother, are you sleeping?"

Zhao Wujiang's voice of soft inquiry came from outside the door.