After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

This sound alarmed the monks of Zhaosin Temple and the imperial guards who were patrolling the night near Zhaosin Temple.

At this moment, Shuo Wang gritted his silver teeth, and gradually became murderous.

After the little monk shouted, he ran out!Shuo Wang was like a dying wolf caught in a trap, he raised his palm and slashed at the young monk's neck, knocking the little monk unconscious!

He stuffed a life-saving Qingxin Pill into his mouth, and staggered to go out, when the imperial guards filed in, and the commander laid a sword across Shuo Wang's neck.

The silver light shone on Shuo Wang's face, and some blood fell on the iron blade.

Thunder flashed across the sky, and a "bang" sounded throughout the sky.

Cen Xian woke up from his dream, covered in cold sweat. He hurriedly put on his coat, and heard the gurgling sound of rain outside, occasionally mixed with the sound of ice and snow.He opened the door, and no light could penetrate the dark sky.

He stood under the porch for half an hour, his mind fluttered by the thunder blast, and his fluttering mood was always restless, and his twitching right eyelid seemed to indicate some ominous omen.

The scene in the dream came to my mind untimely, there was a transparent wall between him and Shuo Wang, no matter how hard he smashed the wall, the wall would not move at all, and he couldn't touch the person in front of him.

And Shuo Wang stood quietly behind the wall, closed his eyes, and did not move.

Can't hear, see, or speak, as if... dead...

At this moment, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly opened, and Shang Zhi, who was wearing a black official uniform of Jin Yiwei, hurried in. When he saw Cen Xian standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment, then knelt down and said, "Master! It's not good, Mr. Shuo... ...he...he was captured by the imperial guards in Zhaosin Temple!"

As soon as Shang Zhi finished speaking, he saw that the commander in front of him, who had never changed his face before the collapse of Mount Tai, suddenly changed his face, and rushed into the rain without even holding an umbrella!

"master!"

In just two words, Shang Zhi even disappeared from his master!

Shang Zhi was so frightened that he hurriedly chased him out, but as soon as he left the house, the horse he rode had disappeared!

At the foot of Zhaosin Temple, Shuo Wang was deliriously taken down by the imperial guards. His hands were cut behind his back and he was tied up with iron chains. His ponytail came loose at some point, and his rain-wet hair stuck to his body. face.

The toxicity flared up, and he couldn't walk fast. The night watchman's chief soldier kicked him on the calf, and said impatiently, "Hurry up!!"

Shuowang hadn't been in such a mess since he entered Suomingmen, he smiled wryly, and secretly thought that he really capsized in the gutter, and couldn't get up after stepping on the pit.

Amidst the chaotic sound of rain, the sound of rushing hooves and neighing of steeds came through the rain curtain, and a cold sound pierced the night at the same time——

"Hold on."

The chief soldier looked up impatiently, and was about to choke, but when he saw that it was the commander, he quickly knelt down and said, "Greetings to the commander!"

All the imperial guards knelt down to say hello.

Inside the pitch-black rain curtain, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard was in shock, wondering why the commander appeared here in the middle of the night?

But no one dared to ask the exit, the whistling cold wind swirled and blew into the streets of Shangjing like howling ghosts and wolves, Cen Xian looked calm and jumped off his brown horse, his soaked clothes sticking to his stilled flesh and blood.

Shuo Wang's eyes were blinded by the rain. At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, with a strong smell of blood in his throat, and he felt the feeling that Cen Xian didn't want him to see when he was poisoned.

He glanced up at Cen Xian slightly with peachy eyes, then lowered his head, the piercing pain caused his ears to ring, and only one sentence from his chaotic thoughts was caught by his overwhelmed heart.

Shuo Wang thought, it was raining so hard, why didn't Cen Xian hold an umbrella?

It's just that this thought was also drowned by the huge darkness.

"What's the commander's order?" The chief of the Imperial Guard boldly asked.

Commander gave him a condescending look, and said coldly, "I want to take this person away."

The chief soldier hesitated for a while, and said: "This person killed the abbot of Zhaosin Temple, and according to the laws of the Great Wei Dynasty, he will be sent to the prison...to wait for Dali Temple, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Ministry of Punishment..."

"Are you saying Jin Yiwei is not qualified enough?" Cen Xian sneered.

"I don't dare!!" The chief soldier was shocked.

Cen Xian casually pulled out the saber from the commander's body, and the tip of the sword rested on the commander's shoulder, within half an inch of the beating blood of the commander, he said slowly: "Then I want to take someone away, what do you do?" If you disagree, tell the official, and the official will discuss it with you."

Shang Zhi who hurried over opened the umbrella and put it on Cen Xian's roof. The commander's teeth were trembling, and he could only see the commander's pair of black boots and a series of falling raindrops.

The conductor speaks very beautifully, without rushing, gentle and polite, the word "discussion" is used very modestly, as if he really wants to sit down and have a good talk with someone, and even cook a pot of tea to entertain——

If the sword hadn't been on the neck of the person being consulted...

There are so many legends about Da Wei being the commanding envoy who kills people and grows flowers, and the chief soldier has naturally heard a lot of them. At this moment, forced by the long sword beside his neck, he bent down even lower and pondered for a while.

He didn't know what the origin of the murderer was, and he was so shocked that the commander came to find him in the middle of the night to take him away, but he had no doubt that as long as he said no, the sword in the commander's hand would snap. Before he could finish speaking, he took his life and sent him back to the west.

The commander-in-chief said: "The commander is right, so the suspect will be handed over to the commander and brought back to the imperial prison."

He knelt on the ground, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers on both sides dragged Shuo Wang over, and Jin Yiwei, who followed Shang Zhi, quickly supported the pale Shuo Wang.

A group of people turned around and were about to leave when a graceful female voice suddenly came from behind: "Wait a minute, Commander!"

Cen Xian turned his head and saw under the rain, a young man in a black basket robe with a lantern in one hand and an umbrella in the other, standing behind a woman.The woman was dressed in simple and elegant clothes, but her appearance was first-class, her peach eyes were slightly raised, and her eyes met Cen Xian's. Even though she was over forty years old, she was still comparable to the 26-year-old woman. It was Wei Changle, the eldest princess of Wei.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and lightning flashed across the sky like a dragon, illuminating the faces of everyone present. Wei Changle smiled at Cen Xian under the bright light.

"Some important things from this palace fell on the guilty minister's mansion," Wei Changle said with a smile, "I didn't want to go out of the palace to encounter this."

"It's good that the prison can judge people," Wei Changle took a step forward, the umbrella followed her, but the young man didn't move, half of his body was soaked by the heavy rain, "but such heinous people—"

"I personally think that it would be best to hand it over to the Dali Temple and the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Procuratorate for joint interrogation," she kindly "suggested", "but don't misunderstand the commander, I definitely have no intention of questioning the prison."

"It's just that a while ago, the imperial prison couldn't even guard a criminal official, and made people die in prison. Besides, the commander and envoy had already taken over this matter on his behalf. Even if it is inevitable to be criticized by others, how can we convince the public?"

"These don't bother the princess," Cen Xian dripped water from his hair, "I will take care of it myself, if anyone dares to question it, come to me and confront it face-to-face."

This means disagreement.

There was silence all around, as Cen Xian and Wei Changle confronted each other, the smell of gunpowder filled the air so that everyone dared not breathe.

At this time, there was a rush of horseshoes, and the minister of Dali Temple scrambled and got off the horse, panting and shouting: "Eldest princess, why did you call me here!"

Cen Xian's cold eyes fell on Dali Siqing.

This is a trap, a trap.

Dali Temple Minister felt a chill on his back, raised his eyes and saw Cen Xian looking at him, took a few steps back, faltering and saying: "Princess... this is... this is..."

Wei Changle laughed loudly: "Hahaha... Bengong, I found you an errand-here is a murder suspect... Please act impartially, don't let others take advantage of it, if you can't do it Now, I have no choice but to ask Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager and all the courtiers to seek justice for the dead."

The sound of the sword snapping sounded, Wei Changle heard the reputation and looked over, only to see that Cen Xian was bleeding profusely in one hand, holding half of the broken sword in his hand.

Wei Changle bent down with a smile, and grabbed the sleeves of the young man beside him: "I don't understand these twists and turns, so let's take a step ahead, and the commander will discuss with the Dali Temple Minister about the rest."

As soon as she left, the surroundings fell into dead silence.

Shang Zhi called out cautiously: "Master..."

Wei Changle stepped in and stirred up a basin of clear water into a miasma. Now that the imperial guards are here, the minister of Dali Temple is here, and all the monks in Zhaosin Temple are clamoring to come down from the temple to seek justice for their abbot, unless they are present Everyone in the house died cleanly, otherwise Shuo Wang would not be able to escape.

But now there are hundreds of people here, and Wei Changle is peeping in the dark... Where can I move my hands?

But when Shang Zhi saw his commander clenched the broken sword in his hand, he immediately became frightened - the commander really wanted to kill him!

But in the next moment, Cen Xian let go of the sword, and the voice reached Shang Zhi's ears: "Ruyu, bring Jiang Jinyue over to see his wound."

"Lord Hu," Cen Xian said to Hu Zhaoming, Minister of Dali Temple, "this person will be taken to prison, and will be interrogated by the Ministry of Punishment, Dali Temple, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate according to what the eldest princess said."

"It's just that no matter who you are interrogating, people from Jinyiwei will be there." Cen Xian showed a gentle smile, "He can't lose a single hair, understand?"

Hu Zhaoming nodded again and again, wishing he could take Shuowang to the prison with eight sedan chairs at this moment.

But Hu Zhaoming thought it simply, and the commanding officer personally sent the prisoner who was said to have killed the abbot of Zhaosin Temple to the Tian Prison, and invited someone to diagnose the pulse and treat the injury until the doctor told him the ninth After everything was fine, he left the prison.

Jiang Yuan threw a cloak when Jiang Jinyue came, and he had already hung it on Cen Xian.

Cen Xian walked beside him with a terrible expression on his face.

Anyone who was touched would be furious, let alone Cen Xian who puts Shuo Wang more than fate.

Shangzhi had already explained the ins and outs to him on the way, and now he patted Cen Xian on the shoulder in vain: "He took the Qingxin Dan in time, so he won't be in danger of his life...Cen Xian?"

"Cen Xian!!"

Jiang Jinyue's voice stopped abruptly, Cen Xian's figure flickered, he covered his mouth, blood seeped from his cloth-bound hands.

The author says:

I have nothing to do to spoil Comrade Cen Xian with you...

He may not be what you think, although he looks very gentle, talkative and in poor health... But he is a person with a strong desire to control and possess...

That is to say, being slept by him and sleeping with him are very...very...exciting things [stupid author's voice is getting lower and lower];

(And someone can see that the eldest princess has CP now——)