After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

Shuo Wang sneered, he was noncommittal to Cen Xian's warning, and did not answer.

"Remember," the little mole around Cen Xian's eyes that was bleeding red turned up, and then he said, "Just leave it alone."

Then Cen Xian raised the curtain and got into the carriage, Xiao Liu looked at Shuo Wang and hesitated to speak, and finally drove away in the carriage.Shuo Wang stayed in place alone.

He shook his head, scolded himself for being nosy, then turned back to the brothel, looking for Zifu.

Cen Xian and Jiang Jinyue sat in the carriage, Qing Mei was wearing a light gauze dress and fainted beside them, Cen Xian took off his cloak and covered Qing Mei.

Jiang Jinyue held her chin: "This Huo Le is not easy, smuggling is a big taboo. But Ye Wenwen has fallen, who dares to commit crimes against the wind."

Cen Xian frowned: "Perhaps Ye Wenwen was just an idiot."

"Furthermore, do they really only trade salt and iron?" Cen Xian's voice was low and oppressive, and he rang out from inside the narrow carriage, "The trade between the Great Wei and the Turks is most expressly forbidden for war horses and weapons. .”

He paused, "There is still a large amount of food and grass."

The Turkic people lived by water and grass, and raised a large number of fat, strong, fierce and fierce horses.Therefore, their cavalry is the most powerful, and it is no problem for three thousand cavalry to resist the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses of the Great Wei Dynasty.But their weapons are not as good as Great Wei's, and the vast Shuomo doesn't have as much iron material as Great Wei.There is also food and grass. Every winter, the Turks have to buy food from the Wei court in order to survive the cold and long winter in Shuomo;

Therefore, after the Great Wei signed a contract with the Turks, they used silk and silk to buy their war horses from the Turks every year, and explicitly prohibited the people from buying and selling war horses, iron materials, and bulk grains to the Turks.

And if they buy and sell salt and iron and these prohibited things...

Jiang Jinyue swallowed her saliva: "It can't be that someone wants to rebel."

"It's hard to say," Cen Xian said with deep eyes, "but this explains why the emperor didn't issue an order to kill all of Ye's family, why Ye Yuan was hunted down, and why Ye Wenwen insisted on me robbing people."

Ye Wenwen may have made some kind of deal with the people above, which made the people of the Ye family let go when the emperor issued an edict.

The emperor is stupid, as long as the timing is right, it is not too difficult to modify the will.

But Ye Wenwen should still not trust the people above him very much in the end, and it happened that Cen Xian wanted something from him, so he exchanged what he knew and what Cen Xian needed in exchange for him to rob Ye Yuan and keep the only daughter's life. life.

But it's a pity that the girl named Ye Yuan really didn't know anything.

Cen Xian squeezed Jingming acupoint, feeling a little headache.

"Since Ye Wenwen's incident came to light," Jiang Jinyue said, "more than half of the officials in the south of the Yangtze River have changed inside and out, and there are still fish that slipped through the net."

"No matter how detailed it is, it's hard to prevent someone from obstructing it." Cen Xian's eyebrows were cold, and his extremely beautiful face was stained with frost. "Plus, in the court, there are many people who have different opinions."

"cough--"

I don't know if it was windy, but Cen Xian coughed again, Jiang Jinyue quickly patted his back to comfort him.

"But having said that, what exactly did you trade with Ye Wenwen?"

Jiang Jinyue was worried, "I thought you went to Jiangnan because of the news Ye Wenwen gave you."

"I—" Cen Xian was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Why did he go to Jiangnan?

What deal did he make with Ye Wenwen again?

These unspeakable things ignited a fire in his eyes, and his memory seemed to return to the day when everything fell apart. The monstrous fire engulfed everything. The woman in filial piety knelt in front of the ancestral hall and said to him: "Protect him!" , you go together, the farther you go, the better, don’t go back to Shangjing, don’t check related matters, go quickly!”

But he came back after all.

Cen Xian thought, no matter what, he wanted the truth.

No matter who it is for.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Jinyue, his voice became softer, "I want to find out something."

Jiang Jinyue was confused, "Find out what?"

He has been friends with Cen Xian for nearly nine years, but he doesn't even know what matters Cen Xian must investigate? !

"It's just old stuff, few people remember it now," Cen Xian smiled wryly, and said vaguely, "You don't have to worry about it."

"As for going to Jiangnan, I want to take a look."

See how someone is doing.

Cen Xian didn't say this.After all, these things don't need anyone else to know.

"It's just that I didn't expect to run into a Turkic man," Cen Xian sighed, and suddenly smiled again, "I've been lucky recently."

Jiang Jinyue: "..."

Why are you out of tune again?

He scratched his head, seeing that Cen Xian was unwilling to speak, he simply stopped asking.

When they arrived at the inn, Xiao Liu helped Cen Xian out of the carriage, and Jiang Jinyue poked his head out to ask Cen Xian, "What do you do with this... man who was bought by the Turkic people?"

"Give him a room," Cen Xian looked back at Jiang Jinyue, and said calmly, "Give him some money when he wakes up, and let him find his own way out."

Jiang Jinyue let out an "oh", jumped out of the car, and dragged Qingmei out with hands and feet.

And at that time in Qinggui Lane, Zifu was waving his fan and inquiring about this and that with Shuo Wang, and was very curious about Cen Xian who half-carried Shuo Wang downstairs.

It was the first time he saw Shuo Wang being half-carried downstairs!

"Who the hell is he?!"

Zifu pestered Shuo Wang all the way, Shuo Wang sighed and said, "He is my client."

"Ah?" Zifu closed his fan, a little surprised, and stammered, "Hiss...then...then you, the victim...you are pretty good-looking...won't you be deducted money like this?"

Shuo Wang was silent for a while, ignoring the question of whether the money would be deducted, and only fully agreed with Zi Fu's evaluation of Cen Xian's appearance.

Among other things, the old fox's face is really pretty.

The two of them turned around and entered the end of the alley, and walked through the door in a hurry.Nanyan was waiting at the door, and when she saw them coming in, she grabbed Zifu by the ear and asked him if he had gone to the brothel again.

They were enemies, Shuowang couldn't help shaking his head helplessly watching them fight for a while, and then went to the small courtyard of the sect master Nie Hai.

In the small courtyard, Nie Hai's son and daughter are writing, Madam Nie is embroidering clothes in front of the candlelight, Ye Yuan is not there, presumably he went to the inn to find Cen Xian.

Nie Hai was checking his children's homework, when the two children saw Shuo Wang coming in, they all leaned over affectionately and called, "Brother Ah Shuo!"

Shuowang held one in each hand, lifted the two children up and put them down again: "Go and learn calligraphy."

The two children bounced back to the table to study ink and write.

Nie Hai put down the two children's homework and looked at Shuo Wang who walked in.

Shuo Wang gave him a junior salute: "Uncle Nie."

Nie Hai focused his gaze on Shuo Wang.

The young man was handsome, dressed in black, with a high ponytail tied with a gray headband, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, seemingly affectionate but in fact ruthless.

He has grown a lot compared to when he first arrived at Suomingmen ten years ago, but he can still vaguely see the shadow of the little boy ten years ago, and his stature has also grown, from before only reaching his own chest to now Already half a head taller.

Nie Hai couldn't help sighing when he thought about the fact that Shuo Wang had accepted the order to assassinate the Commander of Jin Yiwei and went to Beijing alone—

"Ah Shuo, you have grown up."

Shuo Wang lowered his eyes, didn't speak, and looked very quiet.

"You can't go back to the past," Nie Hai said. "I didn't want you to get involved in these things. After all, I hope that the children of my old friends can grow up safely and live a smooth life."

"But I think you don't want to let go of those things," Nie Hai continued, "You are already twenty-four this year, and I can't stop you from doing what you want to do."

"Uncle Nie, thank you for taking care of me all these years," Shuo Wang raised his eyes, "but I have to find an explanation for those ghosts who died in Prince Zhao's Mansion."

"Hey—" Nie Hai let out a long sigh.

Finally he said: "No matter what, Suo Ming Men will always be your home."

Shuo Wang gave a big gift to Nie Hai, and walked out.

The night in early winter was deep and cold, and when Shuo Wang was blown by the wind, most of the temperature on his body was taken away.

He walked into his small courtyard, knelt under the peach blossom tree and dug out a jar of wine.

The wine was buried last winter, not sweet peach blossom brew, but the strong wine he brought back when he went to Shuomo.

The wine on Shuo Mo's side was as strong as a burnt blade, cutting his throat, and it burned and hurt after he swallowed it.But to warm up, Shuo Wang took two sips and his whole body warmed up.

The Jiangnan night market was bustling with pedestrians. He watched the feasting and feasting in the distance from the beam of the house. He put the wine jar aside and lay down on the cold roof tiles.

He closed his eyes to rest, and the days when he was carrying a gun and riding a horse in Shangjing appeared in his mind.He rode through the streets on a purple lizard. Rows of weeping willows were planted beside the moat of Shangjing. Under the willows, there were young ladies and sons of Shangjing's official family having a private meeting under the tree. The drooping willow branches covered their faces, telling him to look at them. unclear.

At that time, he was not called Shuo Wang, but Wei Shuo, the youngest son of Prince Zhao's mansion, his parents, King Zhao and Princess Zhao, treated him very well.In the huge Prince Zhao's Mansion, everyone is having fun.He lives happily every day, as if he doesn't encounter any troubles.

Except playing chess with one person.

That man was picked up from outside the capital when he was eight years old. He was very intelligent. His mother, Concubine Zhao, thought they were a good match, so she simply took Wei as her surname and named that man Wei Wang.

Wei Wang looks ugly, his face is covered with terrible red marks, but he has a good temper, gentle and patient.Shuo Wang remembered that she was very clingy to him at that time.

Princess Zhao once laughed at him for being clingy.

Later they went to learn chess together, and Shuowang remembered that he could not beat him all the time, and then he played tricks, and whenever he was about to lose, he stopped playing, telling him to say that he would play again tomorrow.

He thought that one day, he would be able to beat Wei Wang.

But when the fire in King Zhao's Mansion ignited and all the blood in the mansion was burned dry, the man turned around resolutely, lured Jin Yiwei away, and exchanged his life.

Shuo Wang closed his eyes in pain, the cold roof tiles and the burning wine in his belly made him a little dazed.

He can't beat him anymore.

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