After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

Because Mrs. Li and Cen Xian sued the late emperor.

People in Beijing were panicked for a while.

Mrs. Li was beaten half to death, and the doctor who was born in Jinyiwei hung him again, telling him to stare blankly, and he finally told the people at the Tongzhengsi side tremblingly that the tomb was filled with It is the handwriting of the first emperor and Li Jianjun.Now those handwritings are all in Cen Xian, the Commander of Jinyiwei.

He originally wanted to extort money from Jinyiwei, but in the end he didn't, and the tomb was dug up. He was overwhelmed for a while, and was urged by his family to sue the imperial court, so he came here with a burden on his back. What about punishment?

Once he confessed, the situation immediately turned sharply.

Originally, the Tongzheng Envoy and Dali Temple still had doubts about the stack of letters that Cen Xian had brought out, but now they have witnesses.

Cao Yong argued at the court that it might not be written by the first emperor himself, but Mei Yichen, the veteran of the three dynasties, and the joint teacher of King Zhao and the first emperor, tremblingly opened the stack of papers, and then knelt down on the ground with a plop.

The civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty were silent, only the weeping sound of the Emperor Master of the Manchu Dynasty was heard.

Cen Xian stood motionless at the same spot, the light from the sky shone on his face, making him look extraordinarily lonely.

After an unknown amount of time, the Empress Dowager rose up against the case and said, "My lord Mei is old, so I don't know if I admit my mistake! It's about the late emperor, so don't jump to conclusions!"

Cen Xian glanced calmly at the empress dowager above the high rank, and chuckled lightly: "Then who does the empress dowager think would imitate the handwriting of the first emperor?"

"Besides, this paper is yellow and brittle, and the black ink is about to come off. Looking at it, it has been years and months, at least ten years. What? If someone wanted to frame the late emperor ten years ago, would it take ten years to do it again?" ?”

The Queen Mother choked.

As soon as she kept silent, no one in the court dared to take Cen Xian's words.

Everyone was thinking, did the first emperor really kill his brother King Zhao?

Back then, King Zhao was such a kind person. After the first emperor ascended the throne, he went to Shuomo to guard the border.

There was a cry of mourning, ten years later, the only one who could cry for King Zhao was Mei Yichen, the emperor's master.

The little emperor frowned and sat on the dragon chair. Seeing the strange atmosphere, he finally asked Cen Xian, "Lord Cen...who did something wrong...uh..."

The Empress Dowager covered the little emperor's mouth in a hurry, and before she could say "Retreat", she heard Cen Xian say: "The General Secretary, the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Punishment, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and Tong Jinyiwei will investigate together, and you will be limited to two months. Find out about this within!"

The officials who were named trembled, and then heard Cen Xian chuckle: "Let's retreat."

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In the courtyard of the deep palace, several court ladies and eunuchs are gathering together.

"Is the eldest princess awake?" a eunuch asked.

"Not yet..." A court lady lowered her voice and whispered, "Last night, I saw Mr. Ling enter the eldest princess' bedroom again..."

"What... went in again?"

"Yeah, yeah, last night that... that sound rang all night..."

"Mr. Ling looks at someone who is so talented...why does he take the lead," a court lady muttered in a low voice.

"Keep your voice down! It's not good to be heard!"

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The door opened with a bang, Ling Yun stood at the door with a sword in his hand, the group of gossiping court ladies and eunuchs were frightened to death, they scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, and dared not say a word.

He lowered his eyes for a while, but the thin red at the end of his eyes still hasn't faded away.The clothes he was wearing today did not cover his neck and wrists, revealing the thin red marks on them.

Wei Changle wrapped it with gold thread last night.

Wei Changle's lazy voice sounded behind him: "Send the people from the secret pavilion to kill Huo Le today."

She can't stop Cen Xian from continuing to investigate now, so she can only make Cen Xian useless.

Otherwise, if Cen Xian continues to investigate, the fire will probably burn on her.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Changle said to himself: "Brother Huang, it's not that I don't help you... Who made you and your sister commit too many crimes, the mud bodhisattva of your sister can't protect herself when crossing the river, so I can only leave you... ..."

"Your subordinate will go in person," Ling Yun's voice sounded, he coughed, his voice was a little hoarse, "It's about the plan of the princess, they go, my subordinate is not at ease."

Wei Changle didn't take it seriously: "Then you go, bring two more people, I don't want you not to come back, if you don't come back, I can only change one person this month."

Ling Yun's eyes darkened, and he said stubbornly: "This subordinate will come back."

After he finished speaking, he took two steps and staggered a bit. Wei Changle raised his eyebrows, and threw the warm medicine in the bottle in his hand to Ling Yun's feet.

"Take it, just wipe it off."

Ling Yun leaned over and picked up the medicine bottle, and said, "I thank you, master, for the reward."

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On the side of Cen's residence, Shuo Wang already knew what happened in the court hall.

Cen Xian told him word by word.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"This matter has been investigated by the eldest princess."

Shang Zhi scratched his head and said, "The set of armor that caused King Zhao's death was confessed. It was found in King Zhao's box. The box was given by the eldest princess."

Shuo Wang's eyes suddenly sank.

His hostility resurfaced, he pressed the horizontal knife at his waist with his hands, and closed his eyes.

Cen Xian held his hand and took it off the horizontal knife.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Cen Xian changed the topic a little stiffly, "You picked up a few more chopsticks for the squirrel mandarin fish dish yesterday, why don't you tell Guanshi Ji to continue making it today."

Knowing that Cen Xian was trying to comfort him, Shuo Wang let out a breath, turned his hand around, hooked Cen Xian's knuckles uncomfortably, and scraped Cen Xian's palm with his thumb, as if coquettish and comforting.

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Liuda stepped into the door and shouted, "It's bad! Prince Jing's mansion is flooded!!"

Shuo Wang and Cen Xian stood up from their chairs.

The squirrel and mandarin fish were unlucky to eat. The two of them rushed to Prince Jing’s mansion in a hurry. When the fire raged, King Jing stood in disgrace outside his mansion, which had been burned beyond recognition, and yelled angrily: “Take that Turkic man in prison! Fish it out!!"

The guards hurriedly responded, Cen Xian frowned, picked up his sword and was about to rush into the fire scene, but Shuo Wang quickly pulled him back.

His peachy eyes slightly curved, and said to Cen Xian, "I'll go."

Then he pushed Cen Xian with a splash, stepped on the knife and went into the fire scene!

Cen Xian shrank his pupils, raised his thin wrists, and only tore off a corner of Shuo Wang's sleeve.

Shuo Wang disappeared in a flash.

Cen Xian's chest heaved and he was very angry.

This person has poison on his body, but he still wants to be so brave, don't he die! !

"Fingering... Commander..." Jin Yiwei, who was supporting Cen Xian, looked at the commander with a cold expression, looking as if he wanted to kill someone, and said nervously, "You..."

Cen Xian took advantage of his strength to stand up and said coldly: "What are you doing in a daze, put out the fire!"

The Jin Yiwei immediately took the basin and ran away, Cen Xian stuffed the half of his sleeve into his arms, and while Wei Chen scolded his mother, he climbed up the burning wall and went straight into the depths of the flames!

As for the burning palace, Shuo Wang choked up a few tears from the smoke, and walked towards the dungeon while coughing.

He glanced at the sleeve that was only half left, and laughed.

This time it's really broken.

He walked a few steps and saw an acquaintance.

Ling Yun dragged Huo Le's body, and met Shuo Wang's eyes in the firelight.

Fire shadows flashed in his eyes, he gave a strange smile, and brought the long sword stuck in Hole's chest, the smell of scorched blood mixed with the breath of flames, the silver light pointed directly at Shuo Wang's chest!

Shuo Wang didn't have time to draw the sword, he stuck the sword with the wrist guard of his left hand, drew the sword with his right hand, and slashed towards Ling Yun!

"It's you again," Shuo Wang said, "I see that you are also a good-looking talent, how can you do evil things to others?"

Ling Yun sneered: "I am willing."

Then Ling Yun smiled mockingly: "If you talk about seniority, you still have to call me little daddy. Is this how you treat elders?"

Shuo Wang: "..."

He coughed a few times and wondered if he had choked on the smoke.

The horizontal knife brushed Ling Yun's cheek and cut off his hair.

These two people of similar age and strength just fought in the fire field.

Shuo Wang looked for a gap and jumped to Huo Le's side. When he reached out his hand, he found that Maitreya Buddha was out of breath.

Ling Yun seized this opportunity and came towards him again. Shuowang really couldn't dodge this time. Just as he was about to pick up Huo Le's body to block it, he heard Ling Yun grunt, staggered, then rolled to the ground and dodged the chop again. of a sword.

The person who came was Cen Xian.

Shuo Wang swallowed involuntarily, and then saw Cen Xian's pupils shrank, and he rushed towards him, the large robe covered the two of them, Cen Xian rolled him on the spot, and there was a loud bang behind him, yes The beam fell!

The beam fell behind them, but it narrowly missed them.

The two stood up in embarrassment, and when they turned around, Ling Yun was no longer there.

This man ran very fast.

The fire was getting hotter and hotter, and they didn't care about Huo Le, who was still lying on the ground and was out of breath, so they had to grab each other's hands and run for their lives, avoiding the falling beams and roofs behind them.

"Push me away next time," Cen Xian slapped Shuo Wang on the head while running, "I feel better with you!"

Before Shuo Wang had time to defend himself, he found that his clothes were on fire, so he had to temporarily shut up and keep a little distance from Cen Xian, so as not to let the fire catch Cen Xian.

The two ran out of the house, and Cen Xian completely lost his usual demeanor. He kicked open the gate of King Jing's mansion that had been burned beyond recognition. "

One beep.

The three-foot-high flame behind Shuo Wang's buttocks was instantly extinguished, and there was no spark left.

Several people holding wooden barrels looked at the drenched commander and King Jing's son in front of them at a loss, looked at each other anxiously for a while, and saw the word "want to play" in each other's eyes.

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