Ning Que recalled that Xiao Sangsang had been staring at Third Prince Xie on the day the results were announced, and then he realized that Xiao Sangsang, like him, was a mortal who paid attention to people's appearance. "But why doesn't she ever stare at me? The reason is simple: I'm not handsome. Thinking of this, Ning Que said in a deep voice: "Generally speaking, a handsome man doesn't have a smart brain, such as that Prince Longqing.

Sang Sang leaned his head on her slender arm and said in fascination, "Young Master, I just want to figure out how he was born with that face. It's so beautiful; I wonder where he bought his cosmetics, from Chen Jinji Cosmetics Store or Jade Source Cosmetics Store? Well, if only I could take a closer look, if only I could touch his eyebrows.

Looking at her face, Ning Que remembered that over the years, except for doing housework, his little maid had almost no interest. Thinking of this, a feeling of pity rose in his heart. After a moment of silence, Ning Que smiled and said, "Prince Longqing should be entering the second floor of the academy, if you want to take a closer look at him, I can take you there." You can cheer me on when the time comes.

"Great idea!" Sang Sang clapped her little hands and sat up straight, and then she stared at Ning Que seriously and said, "But when I go, I'll stop by him to cheer you up."

"You're so cute, that's my girl."

Ning Que smiled and rubbed his head, then walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back, thinking, "Whether it's for my own life or for the dream of the little maid, I must do everything possible to enter the second floor of the academy."

Another spring is coming. Cats flutter in the air. They fly above the wells of Market Street, over the quiet and luxurious homes of Southern cities, over the busy Vermilion Bird Boulevard, and over the tall vermilion walls. Catwoman mischievously touched the beast carving on the eaves, then gently fell down, turning the floor of her wet clothes into a thin blanket.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. If His Majesty had asked me last year, I would have dared to admit it, and now I would not have been in such an awkward position. Now I feel like I've seen a mountain of gold, but I'm afraid to touch it.

A voice with a Hebei accent sounded in the air, full of cats. A slightly oversized Tang deputy commander named Xu Chongshan was standing in front of the armrest of the side hall. With his hands in his sleeves, he looked at the ministers who had come out of their study cheerfully and arrogantly, and at the books they had treated as treasures. Then his disdainful eyes gradually turned into a scene of missing his first love and family.

"As you can see, I'm an idiot, why should I play tricks like those ministers? I messed up everything! I reaped what I sowed. Now that Your Majesty likes it more and more, and the more people are involved, the more I dare not admit that I have lied to Your Majesty. As the saying goes, choosing the wrong path will lead you astray.

The young eunuch Lu Hong glanced at the deputy commander, and then he persuaded in a low voice: "Your Excellency, we have been waiting for many months, no matter how secret Ning Que hides, the imperial court will dig him out one day." When the time comes, not only you and me, but even our Imperial Bodyguard Mansion will be sentenced for lying to Your Majesty, so if we ...... Take a gamble?

"How?" Xu Chongshan snorted and said, "Your Majesty likes it, Her Majesty likes it, and those ministers like it, whether it's true or not." Anyway, Your Majesty has been disappointed for so long, if he finds out that you and I have hidden the truth for so long, all his disappointments and likes will turn into anger, and at that time, Ning Que will not get into any trouble, and you and I will be responsible.

When talking about something important, the deputy commander lost his accent. Lu Ji didn't dare to interrupt him. He rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "If that day does come, then I must be the one to take responsibility." This thing... should be addressed.

"Lu Ji... Who do you think His Majesty trusts the most, apart from Her Majesty? Xu Chongshan asked suddenly.

Lu Ji was stunned for a moment, realizing that the deputy commander had seen through his thoughts. He bowed with a sour face, and thought for a long time before he replied uncertainly, "Lord?

"I don't care what method you use, but you need to take care of it. Let Your Majesty know who wrote those words from the mouth of the lord of the kingdom, and at the same time keep the bodyguard's office away from this matter.

Xu Chongshan arranged a few words, and then raised his legs and walked towards the gate.

Taking over this troublesome matter from the hands of the deputy commander, Lu Ji was absolutely unwilling to let him have an accident. So Lu Ji anxiously followed behind and muttered in a low voice: "Deputy commander, it's easier to talk than to do." What should I do?

"What's the point of having you here if I know what to do?" Xu Chongshan glared back and said angrily: "As a deputy commander, he is busy with official business, how can he have time to deal with such a trivial matter?"

"It's not a supernatural soldier or magic amulet, it's just a part. How can there be such an impact? That Prince Longqing is also a trouble. I actually need to send troops to maintain order in Peach Lane. He is just a little more handsome than other men, why are all the girls and wives in Chang'an so crazy about him?

After saying this, the deputy commander flicked his sleeves and left. I vaguely heard him obey, "What a chaotic world!

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The peach blossoms in Chang'an City have not yet bloomed, while the flowers in the Jingyuan cemetery on the outskirts have just grown countless little finger buds. The cemetery is located between a forest and a mountain range. Most of the people who had the right to be buried here were officials or wealthy merchants of the Tang Empire. It's a great time to go out and visit the grave in the spring. Thick gray smoke came along the grave, and in front of the fire screen was a pile of warm banknotes from burning ashes.

A slender middle-aged man in a gray robe stood at the top of the cemetery, quietly watching the movement below. He did not come down from there until the people in front of the stone tomb left.

Looking at the introduction of the examiner Zhang Yiqi, the gray-robed middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and then came to the tomb. His right hand slowly touched the freshly cut grass, his palm close to the roots, but not completely.

This person's name is Lin Ling. He is a master of martial arts and a master of the mind in the state of perspective. He was ordered by General Xiahou to investigate the truth of Zhang Yiqi's death and arrived in Chang'an in early winter. For half a year, with the help of friends in the military department, he read a lot of files about the three homicides, went to the blacksmith shop in the east of the city, and went to the pavilion in the south several times. As for this cemetery, it was already the fourth time he had been here.

In the last two homicides, there is little doubt about it, but the case without the murder is the biggest suspicious. However, the martial arts master was unable to find any connection between the two cases. What's more, he was also secretly investigating under the command of General Xiahou. Therefore, before finding any conclusive evidence, it is inconvenient to contact the relevant departments in court, and naturally there is no way to get help from the local government of Chang'an and other governments.

As for the file about Examiner Zhang Yiqi, Lin Ling looked at it again and again, but still couldn't find anything suspicious. The case is more like a traffic accident and occurs when an elderly censor flees a brothel in a hurry because he is afraid of his wife than a murder. What he didn't know, however, was that the file was so convincing because the examiner's wife was so difficult to get rid of, that even the experts of the court could not find anything suspicious.

If Lin Ling was someone else, he would have left Chang'an after a few months without finding evidence and submitted the results to the Northeast Military Department. However, Lin Ling was different from the others. He was a person in a state of perspective, a soldier in the Tang Dynasty. Before it was fully confirmed, he had enough perseverance and patience to preserve, not to mention that he knew better than anyone that General Xiahou and Counselor Gu Xi would never accept any vague conclusions.

Before leaving, the military officer Gu Xi had instructed him that among the three murder cases, Zhang Yiqi's case was the most critical. In fact, the general did not ask him to investigate whether the three cases were related, but to determine that Zhang Yiqi's death was really a traffic accident, leaving no suspicious points.