Zhang Idiot took the secret letter and looked at it for a long time.

He is quite proficient in calligraphy, and he is very familiar with Xie Jin's handwriting, so he can naturally see that the handwriting on this letter is not copied and forged by others, but is indeed written by Xie Jin's own handwriting.

Could it be that it was really Xie Jin who planned all this conspiracy?

Zhang Idiot didn't want to believe it.

Uncle Xie Jinjie, whom he had known since he was a child, was such an honest and pedantic scholar, how could he set up such a ruthless and vicious conspiracy?

He looked at the letter in his hand repeatedly, and gradually, his brow furrowed, and he shook his head and muttered, "No. ”

Ye Feng was taken aback when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Fatzi stared at the letter paper without blinking, and said: "Although this trace is Uncle Xie's, it seems to have paused many times when writing, and there are many places where the word seems to be broken abruptly, and the penmanship is incoherent." ”

Ye Feng reached out and took the letter paper in the fat man's hand, took a closer look, and sure enough.

It should be known that when writing cursive calligraphy, pay attention to the continuous strokes and coherent strokes, such as flowing clouds and water, in one go. Xie Jin is a master of calligraphy, especially good at grass, and his calligraphy is even more so.

But the words on the letter in front of me are not like this, it looks like writing a few words and then stopping, so stop and break, the whole letter looks very incoherent, a little indescribable strange feeling.

Zhang Fatzi scratched his head and said, "Maybe this letter was written by Uncle Xie while thinking about it, so he stopped writing a few times?"

But it's not right, there is nothing special about the content of this letter, and it doesn't need to go through any repeated thinking, it can be done in one go without thinking.

Why did he stop writing several times?

I don't know why, Ye Feng vaguely felt that this seemingly inconspicuous little problem was a crucial point.

He held the letter in his hand and looked at it many times, but he couldn't see anything, until he held it up and looked carefully at the sunlight shining in through the window.

Suddenly, his face changed.

It turns out that this is the case!

Fat Zhang looked at his face, knew that he had made a discovery, and asked anxiously, "How is it?"

Ye Fengmu stood there for a moment, did not answer his words, but suddenly turned around and said eagerly to Zhang Fatzi: "Third brother, there is something that must be done immediately by you." ”

Zhang Fatzi saw that he said solemnly, knowing that the matter was very important, and said with a straight face: "Say it, I will do my best." ”

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and took out the white jade plate of Han King Zhu Gaoxu from his arms, and handed it to Zhang Fatzi: "The third brother is outstanding, please take this jade plate to the Qiguo Mansion to see Qiu Fu, and take him to the Xuanwu Gate in the north of the imperial city after an hour, where we will meet, and then enter the palace to face the saint." ”

Zhang Fatzi asked: "Why don't you enter the palace and enter the palace from the noon gate in the south, but take a detour to the Xuanwu Gate in the north?"

Ye Feng said: "The target of the south noon gate is too big, and the capital patrol battalion will definitely be heavily blocked, and it must be difficult to think about it." The north side is against Zhongshan, and the Xuanwu Gate has never had many people in and out, so the defense may be lax. ”

Zhang Fatzi nodded in agreement, and then asked: "Now that martial law is under fire in the capital, your body has not recovered, how can you pass?"

Ye Feng smiled and pointed to the people in the courtyard: "There are so many masters here, are you still afraid that I won't be able to go over?"

Zhang Fatzi smiled reassuringly.

Ye Feng looked at Zhang Fatzi, and couldn't help but think of Zhu Gaoxu, the king of Han who went to Beijing alone, I don't know what happened to him now?

Whether he succeeds there or not is the key. If the Jingying army becomes chaotic, it will be absolutely difficult to stop the forbidden army guarding the imperial city, and everything he has done here will be in vain.

Besides, Xie Zhenliang ran out of the courtyard, a little confused in his mind, and just trotted all the way.

Along the way, there were no pedestrians in sight due to martial law, so he ran through several deserted neighborhoods, but fortunately he did not meet the sergeant of the patrol battalion, so he ran all the way back to the governor's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his younger brother Xie Zhenying standing in the courtyard, and it was about the sudden martial law on the street outside that everyone was a little panicked, and the servants in the family were chattering around him and discussing something.

At this moment, Xie Zhenliang pushed open the door of the mansion and ran in, and everyone looked at the eldest prince who had disappeared for several days in a trance, and suddenly rushed in with a trance.

Xie Zhenliang looked at his younger brother's eyes a little straight, and his voice trembled a little and asked, "Where is my father?"

Xie Zhen didn't come back to his senses, and he didn't know what happened to his brother, but he just stretched out his hand a little indifferently: "In the study." ”

Xie Zhenliang didn't say anything again, turned his head and walked quickly towards the courtyard where the study was located, making his younger brother stand in the courtyard in a daze, wondering in his heart: What is the case with the eldest brother?

Xie Zhenliang walked to the door of the study, and the door was closed.

My father would often be alone in the study at home, and he always liked to mysteriously close the door of the study, and no one was allowed to approach without telling him, and no one knew what he was doing alone in the study.

Xie Zhenliang gently patted the door of the study and called in a low voice: "Father!"

After a while, the door opened, Xie Jin walked out in a flash, turned around and closed the door of the study again. That cautious look almost made Xie Zhenliang suspect that there was someone hiding in the study.

Xie Jin looked at his son standing in front of him with his head bowed with some surprise, and asked a little strangely: "There is martial law outside, how did you come back?"

Xie Zhenliang lowered his head and shook it, but there was no squeak.

Xie Jin seemed to have a premonition of something, and asked in a deep voice, "You have something to do with me?"

Xie Zhenliang suddenly raised his head and looked at his father's face, such a familiar face, but now he felt a little unfamiliar.

He whispered slowly and slowly about Ye Feng's secret letter from Lei Sheng that he had obtained from Zhao Si.

After hearing this, Xie Jin's face showed a trace of surprise: "You said that Sheng Bo, who often delivers food to the house, is a person from the Great Lei Gate? Zhao Si, who often asks me for words, is actually related to the case of framing the King of Han?"

It seemed that he was shocked, he didn't know anything about this, and even Xie Zhenliang almost believed his father, but unfortunately, he had already read the secret letter.

He said softly to his father, "I've read the letter. ”

His eyes were glued to his father's eyes, as if hoping to see the answer he wanted.

He didn't see anything, though.

Xie Jin just replied lightly: "Oh." ”

He looked at his son, as if waiting for him to continue.

Xie Zhenliang opened his mouth and said, "Father knows whose handwriting this letter is?"

Xie Jin smiled and asked, "Should I know?"

Xie Zhenliang said categorically: "Of course my father should know. Because the man who wrote the letter," he paused before adding, "it is you, father!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on his father's face, waiting for his father's reaction.

He thought that his father would be surprised, denial, refuted, and even laughed proudly.

But he was disappointed, Xie Jin's face was expressionless at all, nothing, just asked him lightly: "Do you believe it?"

Xie Zhenliang didn't know how to answer.

He didn't want to believe it, but his father's familiar handwriting was an indelible fact.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Can't I recognize your handwriting, father?"

Xie Jin looked at his son who was a little excited, and sighed: "Sometimes, what you see with your own eyes may not be true. ”

Xie Zhenliang doesn't understand, if what he sees with his own eyes can't be believed, then what else can he believe?

Xie Jin knew that he didn't understand, and said softly: "It's okay, you will understand slowly in the future." It's chaotic outside now, so you stay in the house first, and it's not too late to go out when everything is calm. ”

He raised his voice and called, "Someone!"

Immediately, two family members walked in from outside the courtyard.

Xie Jin instructed: "Take the eldest young master back to the room, take good care of him, and don't let him go out for the time being." ”

The two family members answered "yes", and helped Xie Zhenliang to walk out of the courtyard as if escorted left and right.

Xie Zhenliang didn't speak, nor did he resist, and let the family help him walk.

He looked back at his father, how could he know that there was going to be chaos in Beijing? Could it be that everything was really planned by him? Could it be that his father was really the one who planned all the conspiracies behind the scenes?

The familiar figure of his father in Xie Zhenliang's eyes gradually became more and more blurred, and became more and more unfamiliar.

Xie Jin stood in place, watching his son's figure disappear before he sighed, turned around and pushed open the door and walked into the study.

There were really two people sitting in the middle hall of the study, and the one on the left with a kind face and a half-smile was the official Shangshu Jianyi.

Jian Yi said to Xie Jin with a smile: "It seems that the eldest son of Xie University doesn't seem to trust you too much. ”

Xie Jin smiled bitterly: "The dog has been negligent in discipline since he was a child, and he is vulgar and informal, which makes the two adults laugh." ”

Jian Yi laughed and said, "It doesn't matter down there, it's just that," he turned his head to the one sitting next to him with a somewhat gloomy face and said, "Brother Guang, your future in-laws are saying that your future son-in-law is vulgar, so you don't have any opinions?"

It turned out that this gloomy person was Hu Guang, who was also one of the seven ministers of the cabinet!

Hu Guang and Xie Jin have always been good friends, the two have been fellow villagers and classmates since childhood, and now they are also ministers in the same palace.

However, because Miss Hu is not old enough now, she has not yet married Xie Zhenliang, so she is called her "future son-in-law".

Hu Guang snorted coldly at this time: "Since it is the future, then it is not, what does it have to do with me?"

Jian Yi touched a soft nail and smiled a little awkwardly.

Xie Jin looked at the two adults on the seat, both of them are well-known in the court for their deep scheming, and they are exquisite, and now there is chaos outside, these two people suddenly ran to their own house together, they are not really here to talk about "future son-in-law" or something, right?

He sat down on a chair in the hall, looked at the two old foxes in front of him, and asked with a smile: "I don't know why the two of you suddenly came to Xie Mou's mansion?"