The two soon arrived at the Imperial Study Room, and Grandpa Wen respectfully saluted outside the door: "Your Majesty, the Eleventh Master has brought it."
"Let him in." A majestic voice came from inside.
Grandpa Wen turned his body sideways and made a gesture of asking Zuan.
Zuan nodded and hugged a smile, but there was a jump in his heart. Could it be that the emperor is back? The sister of the leader is dangerous.
After entering the door, Zu An breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the huge mirror on the dragon chair. Fortunately, it was just a ray of divine thought.
However, it looked so weird, like a portrait, the emperor was not afraid of being unlucky.
There was another person in the room. Cheng Xiong stood aside respectfully, but looked at him secretly, with a sneer on his mouth, as if he had foreseen his miserable end.
Zuan ignored him and directly bowed to the emperor: "See your majesty!"
The dragon-robed man in the mirror slowly opened his eyes. He didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the subject: "General Zuowei said that you are colluding with the assassin. Is there such a thing?"
Zuan had a hunch for a long time, so he didn't panic: "Your Majesty, the minister has been wronged, how could I collude with the assassin? It is completely slandered by General Cheng."
"Stigmatize?" Cheng Xiong sneered, "Did you go to the Taiyuan Hospital to find medicine for the wounds of the soul?"
Zu An's heart sighed, the problem really appeared here.
He replied: "Yes, I did look for it."
There are many people who have seen this, so there is no need to deny it.
Cheng Xiong said: "How can the great master deal with a small character like you, how can he use the soul damage, and at the beginning, the long-haired female assassin only showed the master's cultivation base, and it is impossible to actively expose the soul attack methods. How could it be possible that the soul is damaged? In my opinion, you are looking for the kind of medicine that can treat the soul's injury, and most of it is for the female assassin."
Zuan almost gave a thumbs up, this guy basically guessed the facts from beginning to end.
Of course, it is impossible to admit: "General Cheng, you are not a great master, how do you know what the great master thinks? What is the difference between your kind and that kind of country peasant women who presumptuously pretend that the queen empress eats big cakes?"
"You!" Cheng Xiong was trembling with anger. This guy's mouth was so powerful, he found that he couldn't please every time.
The anger score from Cheng Xiong +311+311+311...
"Presumptuous!" At this time, the emperor in the mirror opened his eyes, and a majestic gaze fell on Zu An, obviously he was very upset when he used the empress metaphor.
Zuan realized that there really is a queen in this world.
Fortunately, the emperor didn't entangle this with him. He looked at Zu'an like a torch: "When you came to the Imperial Study Room that night, it seemed that you didn't see your soul damaged."
The corners of Cheng Xiong's mouth were almost reaching the roots of his ears. The emperor said that this time the dust has settled. It depends on how you die.
Zu An's heart sank, and he quickly explained: "I didn't realize the injury at the time. It was after leaving the Imperial Study Room that the soul of the soul broke out in the body."
The emperor frowned, the great master did have such a method.
At this time, Cheng Xiong sneered: "The Eleventh Master said such a lie is meaningless. What kind of cultivation is the emperor, you can tell at a glance whether your soul has been injured."
Saying that he bowed to the emperor: "Please call the emperor!"
The emperor nodded, looking sharply at Zuan, two golden lights lightly shrouded Zuan as if it were real, and he didn't give him the slightest chance to refute.
"Look at you now?" Cheng Xiong felt extremely comfortable. This guy was too difficult to deal with. He targeted him again and again, but returned without success. Fortunately, there is an invincible emperor in the world, no one can blind him.
Zuan looked weird at this time. You said it was a coincidence that he just used the key to damage the soul, and he also used the Five Aggregate Secret Zhi to nourish the soul, but turned around and checked this. There is an open-book test. It feels like.
The emperor observed for a while, and then said lightly: "Yes, it is true that the soul is damaged, and there is also a breath of being healed by the Five Aggregate Secret Mushrooms."
"What!" Cheng Xiong's smile suddenly froze on his face.
How can this be!
He hurriedly said: "There must be something wrong here..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the emperor: "Are you questioning my judgment?"
Cheng Xiong's face was sweaty and sweaty: "The minister dare not! But before the assassin, the palace guard found that two gold medal embroidery messengers had gone out, but I checked that at that time, except for the Eleventh Great Master, There can be no other gold medal embroidery messengers, so he must use the embroidery messenger's uniform to secretly send the assassin out, and now he can check his uniform."
"Oh?" The emperor's scrutiny gaze looked at Zuan again.
Zu An's heart jumped. Although he just used the key to create a uniform out of thin air, after so long, the uniform has long since disappeared.
You must know that the effect of using the key to brag is only temporary and will disappear after a period of time.
At this moment, a feminine voice came: "No need to check again. I checked it myself just now. All 11 uniforms are intact, and there are no traces of being crossed." Zhu Xie walked in with a heart, narrow and long. He stared at Cheng Xiong, his eyes flashed by.
Cheng Xiong was anxious: "The emperor, their embroidered messengers shelter each other from within..."
Zhu Xie's expression sank: "General Cheng, please pay attention to what he said. For so many years, when have I shielded my subordinates, on the contrary, some people like to plant and blame."
"Okay, let's talk about it again. Don't talk to each other privately. Focus on investigating your own case. Zhu Xie stays with your heart. Let others go out." The emperor said coldly, then closed his eyes, obviously not. More interest in talking.
"Yes!" Cheng Xiong dared not say anything, and hurriedly saluted and retired.
Zuan glanced at Zhu Xie to express his gratitude, and then walked out. Near the Imperial Study Room, the two of them did not dare to say anything. They walked to the periphery, and he just said, "General Cheng, why are you doing it again and again? Do you want to target me, don't you know where I offended you?"
Cheng Xiong said indifferently: "Where does the Eleventh Master say this? I will never talk about personal grievances, and everything will be handled impartially."
Zuan had to admire this guy's cheeky. Of course, he didn't stay to reason with him. Naturally, he wanted to harvest a wave of anger: "I appreciate the general hate me but helpless, hahaha."
After speaking, he left directly.
Only Cheng Xiong was left twisted on the original ground, with smoke coming out of his head.
The anger value from Cheng Xiong +999+999+999...
At this time, Cheng Xiong's confidant guard quietly leaned forward: "General, why don't we go to this guy, he is a gold medal embroidery messenger after all, and he is not that easy to provoke."
It's hard to get a gold medal messenger alone, not to mention that there is Zhu Xie behind him. They feel that Cheng Xiong's decision this time is a bit misguided.
Cheng Xiong snorted: "You know what a fart. The emperor has always wanted to deal with Wang Qi's line. This time the assassin is the best reason. It is clear that I am going to kick me down first. A survivor is the best policy."
In fact, it doesn't matter whether the assassin's truth is investigated or not. The important thing is that you must find someone to thunder yourself.
It seems that Gold Medal Eleven is the most suitable, the identity is enough, and the foundation is not too strong, not to mention the relationship between this guy and the assassin is not clear, it is simply a natural scapegoat.
Let's say that Zuan is going back from the Yushufang to reconnect with the teacher's sister, and at the same time thinking about dealing with Cheng Xiong. Who knew that a little maid suddenly came next to me: "Eleventh Great Master, my master would like to invite you."
"Who is the owner of your house?" Zuan was a little curious. In this harem, who else did he know
The maid did not answer: "The Eleventh Master will know when he goes."