In the middle of the night, a cluster of blue fireworks bloomed, and it was particularly eye-catching in the night. Wen Xiurong looked at the signal, turned around and put on his night clothes and prepared to leave the city, he didn't expect that only three days later, there would be news from Xuanwu's side.

This morning, my father went to the Heart Cultivation Hall to ask for Ding Wei, and it is estimated that he will enter the palace tomorrow to receive the assignment of foreign affairs, and Wan'er's matter must be concluded before leaving. Thinking of this, Wen Xiurong couldn't help but tighten his collar, and the frequency of pinching the horse's belly also accelerated.

After a while, he arrived at the suburban post station and came to his exclusive east wing room on the second floor, where Xuanwu was already waiting for him. Seeing Wen Xiurong coming, he immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted: "Master, the slave has been found out." Wen Xiurong put down his night clothes, sat down and waved his hand, signaling Xuanwu to get up, Xuanwu got up and poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Wen Xiurong.

He took a sip, put down his teacup and said, "Okay, let's talk." Xuanwu stood aside and whispered, Wen Xiurong's face became more and more ugly with his words, and Xuanwu finished explaining the poison. looked at his master, his expression was so gloomy, he felt that he could swallow him at any time, and he couldn't help but pause, afraid that if he continued to talk about it, he would really have no return.

Wen Xiurong didn't speak, and his body didn't move at all, and the whole person was petrified. Liang Jiu picked up the cup with his hand, and the knuckles of his fingers pinching the quilt turned white. Xuanwu carefully accompanied him and added hot water to the cup, and Wen Xiurong drank it again before asking, "Everything has been confirmed?" Xuanwu nodded solemnly.

"Master, there's still something to do." Xuanwu continued to speak uncertainly, Wen Xiurong looked at the teacup in his hand, and waited for Xuanwu to continue to speak. "Before, you asked Suzaku and Qinglong to keep an eye on Prince De's affairs, and they knew that the minions came over today, and they all asked the minions to bring all the evidence. These have all confirmed from the side that Miyazawa Qin is just a knife in someone else's hand, but this knife is not smart and exposed, otherwise we would not have been able to find out on the head of that nobleman."

After speaking, Xuanwu turned out the neckline and cut two layers with a knife, took out the cloth that was close to his body, and handed it to Wen Xiurong with both hands. This is a special way for them to convey important information within the upper echelons of the hall, recording all the important content on a tightly textured but light cloth, which is then sewn into the sandwich of the garment.

Those who don't know can't find the secret letter at all, it's easier to save than paper, and if there is a halfway interception, the news will not be lost. If you find that your clothes are taken away, you will have your own people against you, and a few high-level people will be able to control it immediately, and conduct a self-examination so as not to leak the news.

"The one who handed the poison in, don't keep it, do it as soon as possible." Wen Xiurong hoped that this knife could serve as a warning, if the son of man and a brother can't even protect his family, what else can he talk about with great ambition and good strategy, Xuanwu replied 'yes' and disappeared into the night. In the future, he would never have thought that his decision tonight could be said to have laid the root of the downfall of the Wen family.

Wen Xiurong came to the window and opened the window, the moon tonight was not as round as a few days ago, and he was wondering if he would tell his father the real reason for Wan'er's miscarriage tomorrow. Looking up at Mingyue overhead, he vaguely sensed that the purpose of this behind-the-scenes manipulator was definitely not just Wan'er's child, but their entire Wen family.

The ancients said that 'a knife on the head of the word forbearance' is just that even if you really endure it and become a turtle with a shrunken head, can you keep the whole family safe? Wen Xiurong left a big question mark in his heart, and after standing in front of the window for half an hour, he felt a chill to his bones. I don't know if it's because of the cool breeze of this autumn evening or because of what Xuanwu just leaned over and said in his ear, so he put on his nocturnal cloak and turned over and rode on his horse, stealthily and quickly in the direction of Wenfu.