Zhuang Guangxu sorted out things in Dali Temple and prepared to go down.

Somehow, his left eyelid kept jumping wildly.

Suddenly, a bag of dossiers slipped out of his hand.

Zhuang Guangxu bent down, reached out to pick up the case file that fell on the ground, looked up at the darkening sky, and a sense of intuition suddenly ignited in his heart.

He has served in Dali Temple all the year round, and he has an inexplicable intuition about potential dangers, and he is very superstitious about this intuition, because he relies on this intuition to avoid the dark arrows from the officialdom again and again, and thus sits firmly in the position of Dali Temple.

It's a secret of his own, and even his wife doesn't know it.

At this moment, his intuition told Zhuang Guangxu to get out of here quickly.

So Zhuang Guangxu did it.

He quickened the movements of his hands, and the files that were originally going to be sorted out were no longer organized, and some things were placed at random.

Subsequently, he focused on checking some of today's key and important files, sorted them out, locked the door, and walked outside the Dali Temple with his feet up.

Zhuang Guangxu's feet moved much faster than usual today, and some subordinates greeted him, but he was not as enthusiastic as before, so he responded shallow out of politeness, and quickened his pace to walk out.

The gate of Dali Temple is fifty meters away, and there is still a slanting sun at this time, which seems to be beckoning Zhuang Guangxu to let him go quickly.

Zhuang Guangxu began to trot, he must step out of this door today!

Finally, Zhuang Guangxu touched the threshold, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook, which was not easy for him who had been keeping a straight face on weekdays.

Zhuang Guangxu opened the door, thinking about what his wife had prepared for him tonight.

However, the next moment, Zhuang Guangxu froze.

A figure of him broke into his eyes.

His eyelids twitched wildly.

Years of experience in the service told him that this is to talk about things, and the things to say are estimated to be not small.

"My lord! Oh no! ”

Zhuang Guangxu didn't see who the person who spoke clearly, but his heart was filled with sadness.

The delicacies made by the daughter-in-law are gone.

The heart is cold, Zhuang Guangxu has been a scholar in Dali Temple for many years, and his ability to be happy and angry can be described as perfect.

"What's the flustered about?"

"My lord, something is wrong! The old bustard of Luanxiangyuan stopped Princess Shu Ning's sedan chair on the street, accusing Princess Shu Ning of killing the head of Luanxiangyuan, Fang Jixiang, and now the trouble is known all over the city, and people are coming with corpses! ”

"Boom ——!"

Dali Temple Qing Zhuang Guangxu's brain was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside by a thunderbolt.

Under the lightning and thunder, Zhuang Guangxu even felt that his face seemed to be slapped in pain.

Others may not know, but a few of them who have followed the emperor for so many years can still not know?

Princess Shu Ning is the emperor's eyeballs, as long as this princess has no life in her hands, it is a lifetime of wealth and monstrousness, and the emperor is happy because the princess is doing things well in the morning, why did she cause a life lawsuit at night?

This is a slap in the face of the emperor!

Who is so bold as to dare to touch the emperor's scales?

Still with such fanfare?

Does this still make people live?

"My lord? My lord? "The messenger is Dali Temple Normal Zicong, today he is on duty at night, and when he saw Shen Qi and his group, his legs were so frightened that he was weak.

After Chang Zicong stabilized the person, he ran to invite Zhuang Guangxu.

"How many people came?" Zhuang Guangxu settled down and asked.

"Except for Princess Shu Ning and Shangguan Lan, I stopped everyone else. He is giving Fang Jixiang's corpse a corpse. Chang Zicong said.

"Let's go." Zhuang Guangxu nodded and agreed with Chang Zicong's way of handling it.

In the end, Zhuang Guangxu still couldn't get out of the gate of Dali Temple.

The main hall of Dali Temple ushered in a defendant whose identity was not the most noble, but the most tricky.

Before Shen Qi came to Dali Temple, she asked people to send Tang Zongjiu back first, she didn't want these messy things to affect Tang Zongjiu.

Before the two separated, Tang Zongjiu's eyes were a little deep when he looked at Shen Qi, and Shen Qi couldn't see what he was thinking.

The carriage was given out, and Shen Qi chose to walk to Dali Temple.

Along the way, Shangguan Lan's mouth never stopped, and she couldn't wait for the entire imperial city to know how Shen Qi was careless about people's lives.

Shen Qi ordered the guards not to hurt the people at will, and walked in front of the crowd alone.

Until everyone came to the gate of Dali Temple.

After Chang Zicong heard the news, he did not rush to find Zhuang Guangxu, he ordered the officials to dismiss the gathered people.

"Scattered, scattered, when? Let's all go home and eat! "The officials began to maintain order.

"Master Guan, you can't ignore this murder!" There is humanity among the common people.

"Yes, yes, Princess Shu Ning has to dare to admit if she dares to do it!" Someone chimed in.

"It's not up to you to decide who the real culprit is, it's not up to me to have the final say, my own adults will deal with it impartially!" The officials dispersed the crowd and cleaned up the streets at the entrance of Dali Temple.

The common people just watched the excitement, and they knew in their hearts that there were some things that could not be asked more, and more things were better than less things, so they naturally went home.

After the people outside dealt with it, Chang Zicong found the pretend.

Lifting the shroud, a headless corpse appeared in front of everyone.

"How can you confirm that this person is Fang Jixiang?" Chang Zicong asked.

"He's wearing Fang Jixiang's clothes! And the body shape is exactly the same as Fang Jixiang's figure, how can this deceive people. Shangguan Lan knelt on the ground and cried, "My poor auspiciousness, there is no corpse to die." ”

Chang Zicong can sit in this position, and he is not an ordinary workplace novice, according to the past, this headless corpse, as long as they don't recognize it, no matter who it is, no matter what they say, they can be sure that it is slander.

But now that the defendant is Shen Qi, even if it is found out to be really slanderous in the future, it will not be able to wash away the dirty water on her body.

Therefore, from beginning to end, it doesn't matter whether this corpse is really "Fang Jixiang" or not, the important thing is that the bowl of water of "Princess Shu Ning indiscriminately kills innocents" has been spilled, no matter whether it is dirty or not now, it is no different from Shen Qi.

Splashing water on Shen Qi is pouring water on the emperor, who has the courage to do such a thing?

This matter is not trivial, Chang Zicong doesn't dare to take it casually, but the people in Dali Temple are very good at managing their external expressions, even in the face of Shen Qi, no matter how turbulent the waves are in their hearts, their faces are not visible.

"Princess Shu Ning is auspicious, Princess Wan'an." Chang Zicong saluted Shen Qi.

Shen Qi nodded, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said: "I didn't kill Fang Jixiang." ”

After speaking, she didn't say much.

Shen Qi also knew in her heart that this matter was not something that a small Dali Temple could handle, so she naturally would not embarrass Chang Zicong.

Chang Zicong arranged for someone to sit with Shen Qi, let Shen Qi sit in the hall, and even made a cup of tea for Shen Qi intimately.

Shangguan Lan knelt beside Fang Jixiang's corpse, looking at the scene in front of her, except for crying while slapping Fang Jixiang's corpse, she no longer cried.

I've been crying for a long time, and I'm really tired.