"What's the matter?" Fan Xian knew that the matter must be difficult, otherwise Li Hongcheng wouldn't be so nervous, but he still forced a smile and said, "Your grape trellis will be finished if it doesn't fall."
Strange to say, Li Hongcheng had already reached the marriageable age, but for some reason, he never married his wife.
"I don't have time to tell you naughty jokes." Li Hongcheng said with a sullen face, "Yesterday a murder case occurred in a manor at the foot of Cangshan Mountain. Both Wu Bo'an and the prime minister's second son Lin Gong died."
Fan Xian turned pale with shock and asked, "What?"
Li Hongcheng said: "That's right, your future second brother-in-law is dead."
Fan Xian didn't expect this complicated relationship to come up for a while, and he was a little panicked. Wu Bo'an's death was within his expectations, but... if it was not the uncle who shot but someone who was trying to silence him, then he wouldn't be able to kill the prime minister's second son. Lost in. Fan Xian has this self-knowledge, his worth is still far below that second brother-in-law. Since Wu Bo'an and that second brother-in-law died together, could it be that the one who wanted to kill him last time... was the prime minister's father-in-law
He didn't have any feelings for this brother-in-law whom he had never met before, but when he thought of what followed, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed. After calming down a little, he asked, "How do people die?"
Li Hongcheng recounted the scene of being discovered to him. Originally, considering the remoteness of the manor, this murder case might not be discovered until a long time later, but he did not expect that the third day happened to be the day when Shan Ling passed the announcement , As soon as he entered the manor, he saw corpses all over the ground, and he was shocked to report to each other. Because the one who died was the prime minister's son and Wu Bo'an who had a special status, the news went directly to the palace through the capital and the Ministry of Punishment.
Prince Jing entered the palace today, and when he heard the news by chance, he asked his acquaintance in the palace to send a message back.
Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat. Prince Jing should have known that he would be a guest at the palace today, so he risked someone to send news back. It seemed that he wanted to inform him, but why did the other party think that he needed this news? Seeing his expression, Li Hongcheng said in a low voice: "The Overwatch Council is looking for Wu Bo'an. I heard that it has something to do with your assassination last time. This time he died so strangely. Be careful that others will suspect you."
Fan Xian pretended to be shocked, waved his hands again and again and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me. How can I find someone who can't even be found by the Overwatch Council? If the Prime Minister really believes this , will I survive in Kyoto in the future?"
Li Hongcheng saw that his demeanor did not seem to be fake, he breathed a sigh of relief: "If you really did it, I will inevitably have to re-evaluate your strength, and I will have to please you in the future."
Fan Xian was quite familiar with him now, and smiled and cursed: "What kind of bastard is this? I just ask the prime minister not to associate his son's death with me, and he is going to burn incense."
Li Hongcheng said: "Probably not, your explanation just now is very powerful. It is even more impossible for you to catch people who are not caught by Mr. Chen when you first enter the capital. Even if you catch them, it is impossible for you to vent your anger for personal revenge. Murder." He looked at Fan Xian and said seriously: "I trust you in this matter, and I will speak for you with my father, and I believe that the Prime Minister will not mess around."
Fan Xian sighed and said, "I'm afraid that the prime minister must first find a way to explain why the second son is with Wu Bo'an. You must know that Wu Bo'an is a character connected to the spies of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and the crime of treason has been confirmed."
Li Hongcheng nodded, and said with a little worry: "It's just that the Prime Minister lost his son in old age, and after being hit by this, if he is attacked by his political opponents again with Wu Bo'an's matter, I'm afraid life will not be easy."
Fan Xian secretly glanced at the crown prince, thinking that the prime minister's political opponents are you and the second prince, aren't they? Why bother to say that the breeze and the moon are not lingering.
After leaving Prince Jing's mansion and getting into the carriage, Fan Ruoruo noticed that something was wrong with his elder brother's face, and asked concerned, "Is there something uncomfortable? Or did you say that you were exposed to the sun earlier?" Pass it to Fan Xian.
Fan Xian felt a little uneasy in his heart, so his mood was more irritable, and he said impatiently: "It's nothing!" After the words came out, he felt that there was something wrong with his tone, and explained with a wry smile: "There are some troublesome things, I need to think about it, you guys Just leave me alone."
After entering the Fan Mansion, Fan Xian first ran to his father's study, only to find that his father was not at home, maybe he was called into the palace at this time.
He returned to his room a little uneasy, and when he sat down at the table, he realized that his back was soaked. In fact, when Li Hongcheng recounted the death of Wu Bo'an and the prime minister's second son in the manor, Fan Xian knew who did it. In this world, no one is more familiar with the way and the traces left by Uncle Wuzhu than him. .
After Fan Xian found out Wu Bo'an's name in the prison that night, he knew that Wu Bo'an was already dead—but he didn't expect that Lin Wan'er's second brother would also die together.
Although I don't know how Wu Zhu found that Mr. Wu, but according to Wu Zhu's indifferent temperament, it is really normal to stab to death the two masterminds behind the murder of Fan Xian. Wuzhu is a master-level powerhouse. In his eyes, the son of the prime minister's mansion may be just like the assassin who came to kill him in Danzhou, just a flesh and blood body. As long as Fan Xian is not implicated, there is never any taboo in front of Wu Zhu's iron rod.
Fan Xian's uneasiness lies in that since even King Jing thinks that he has something to do with Lin Gong's death, what will the prime minister think? He wanted to avenge the killing of the guard that day and the serious injuries he and Teng Zijing had suffered. He also thought that the mastermind behind the scenes might be the prime minister, his future father-in-law. If this was the case, Fan Xian thought to himself that he would only kill Wu Boan. To warn the other party, but did not expect that Lin Wan'er's second brother died so cleanly, the Lin family only had two sons, and I heard that the older one still has some problems...
Thinking of Lin Wan'er, Fan Xian had another headache. Even though Wan'er grew up in the palace and had no relationship with the Lin family, after all, the two are blood relatives, and this is an inseparable fact no matter what.
He stood up and walked around the table twice, his gaze became firmer, and he made up his mind that in his life, Wan'er would not be allowed to know about this matter, and she would not be allowed to know that it was his uncle who killed her brother.
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In the depths of the majestic palace, the room where the most powerful person in the world lives is far less imposing than the territory he governs. The incense in the cauldron gradually dissipates, leaving only thick incense ash, The westward sun outside the door shone sideways, and the willows rushing over the threshold were slender and countable in the light.
The room is paved with light-colored stone bricks, and there are more than a dozen senior officials standing in sequence on the left and right. Today is not a formal court meeting, so this is not a Tai Chi Palace, but a side hall. On the high dragon chair, I just picked a chair at random to sit on.
Today the emperor was wearing a navy blue silk casual dress, with a gold coiled dragon ribbon tied around his waist, his jet-black hair was tied tightly, only a few strands of silver could occasionally be found at the temples. He just sat on the chair casually like this, lower than the courtiers standing around him, but his aura seemed to be sitting on the highest end of the world, looking down at the thousands of courtiers under his feet.
Today's state affairs are over, and those who stay in the house are a few old and important ministers.
Chen Pingping was first on the left. She was sitting in a wheelchair due to physical reasons, so she looked very special. Her head drooped slightly listlessly, as if she was about to fall asleep. These ministers knew that Dean Chen, who is His Majesty's most trusted confidant, had once obtained a decree that he did not need to attend the regular court meeting, but today's meeting was a must.
Prime Minister Lin Ruofu is the first on the right. He also has special treatment today, sitting on a round stool, but his official uniform is a bit long, so he looks a little funny. This well-known traitor has delicate features and piercing eyes, but his white beard reveals his real age. When he was young, he must have been a handsome man.
Today his eyes are a little red and swollen, his lips are a little white, presumably he cried before.
"My condolences to the prime minister." The emperor said softly, and the room echoed, "You can just rest in the mansion for a few days... send the child off."
Lin Ruofu stood up, saluted respectfully, and said with a sob, "I dare not, it is a sin to disturb Your Majesty with the matter of a dog."
The ministers of various ministries also warmly persuaded the old prime minister that people cannot be resurrected after death, so what to do.
Lin Ruofu suddenly said loudly: "Dare to ask Your Majesty to be the master of the old minister and seek justice for the dead child!" After saying this, he knelt down straight, and learned of the death of his second son at noon today. The Prime Minister, who was as hard as a stone, almost fainted. The so-called white-haired people send black-haired people, how could they withstand such an emotional shock.
The emperor's lips curled up in an unknown way, but no one dared to stare at the emperor's face, so no one noticed this small detail. His Majesty the Emperor seemed a little surprised by the Prime Minister's statement: "Since the boy from the Fan family was attacked the day before yesterday, another murderous case like this happened on the side of the capital. Naturally, the capital government cannot shirk its responsibility. Don't worry, Prime Minister, I will punish you severely. Just tell me... Each department is determined to arrest the culprit, and the criminal department is the main one. If there is any disagreement, Dean Chen will take the lead." Chen Pingping seemed to be asleep, but at this moment she opened her eyes and responded with a smile.
Lin Ruofu's eyes flashed two bright lights, but it was fleeting, he kowtowed to the emperor, and then stood up under the persuasion of everyone.
The emperor looked at him calmly. Qingguo didn't pay much attention to the etiquette in front of the palace. The Ninth Five-Year Lord knew that the head of the prime minister was not easy to bear, so he suddenly frowned and said: "The previous incident, there was the shadow of a Northern Qi thief, intending to cause trouble. There is a turmoil in the imperial court, is it possible that foreign thieves sneaked in to commit crimes this time? Is the ban here so sparse that it looks like this now? Pass the decree and ask Bei Sansi to investigate himself."
He suddenly reprimanded sharply: "Chen Pingping, you have to put more effort into the affairs of the court, don't you go around for nothing! It took you an extra month to go back to visit your relatives this time. Do you want a son of the minister of the court? You are willing to come back only if you die unexpectedly!"
The emperor was on fire, and everyone was silent.