Prime Minister Luo's face turned pale, and he suddenly remembered that many of the manpower and connections he had to use were all taken over from Grand Master Luo after his death. If "he is the suspect who killed Grand Master Luo" If one incident is exposed, there will be eight out of ten problems with those people and connections...
"Luo Yunxi, the real cause of your father's death has not yet been found out. If there is any doubt about the truth, it needs to be kept secret."
Murong Xue sneered disdainfully: "Prime Minister Luo, do you think this matter can be concealed?" Grand Master Luo passed away seven years ago. If he wanted to find out the real cause of his death, he needed to use a considerable part of Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment. Those in charge of major cases will not be dispatched easily. Once it is dispatched, it will attract the attention of many people. Coupled with the strict joint trial of the three divisions, it will even attract the attention of civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty. It may be done quietly, but there will be a lot of uproar. Prime Minister Luo is the suspect who killed Grand Master Luo, and he can't hide it at all...
Prime Minister Luo's complexion instantly turned paler, and the hands under his sleeves were clenched tightly. He was careless and neglected this matter...
The emperor, who had been paying attention to Prime Minister Luo, noticed his strangeness. Something flashed in his sharp eyes, and he asked with concern: "What's wrong with Prime Minister Luo? But you don't feel well?"
Prime Minister Luo curled the corners of his mouth, and tried his best to pull a smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern, I'm fine..."
"That's good… "
Murong Xue was a little impatient to hear the courtesies between the emperor and Prime Minister Luo. Tonight, she found out the truth about Grand Master Luo's death and beat up Prime Minister Luo who murdered him. Prime Minister Luo flirted with the snake, and said coldly: "The emperor's method is very good, let's start the investigation according to the emperor's wishes, I still have something to do, let's take a step first, and leave." Once outside the gate, he flew towards the outside of the palace...
Seeing this, the emperor's face was slightly gloomy. Before he could speak, she left. This Luoyunxi is really getting more and more presumptuous...
And Prime Minister Luo knelt on the hard ground, looking at Murong Xue's figure flying away quickly, a chill shot through his sharp eyes: Luo Yunxi!
Murong Xue who had already flown away didn't know the emperor's anger and Prime Minister Luo's resentment, after flying out of the palace, she returned directly to the small courtyard.
The small courtyard was brightly lit, Ouyang Shaochen was sitting on a recliner under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, holding a wine glass, drinking from the jug, seeing Murong Xue falling from the sky, he slightly raised his eyebrows: "I'm back. "
"En." Murong Xue nodded, Shi Shiran walked towards Ouyang Shaochen, the corners of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up with that smiling face: "So happy, but what happy event did you meet?"
"Happy event? Let's count it!" She is considered Luo Yunxi now, and Luo Yunxi's enemy, Prime Minister Luo, is unlucky. To her, it is considered a happy event.
Thinking of Prime Minister Luo's miserable appearance after being beaten up by her, and the situation that Prime Minister Luo will face in the future, Murong Xue is in a good mood, her dark eyes are full of smiles, as brimming with tears, she can't tell delicate and beautiful.
Ouyang Shaochen's heart seemed to be hit softly by something, and his heart was rippling. Unknowingly, he put down the jug and glass, and stretched out his hand to pull Murong Xue, who was close at hand, into his arms. On her cherry red lips, kissing lightly, the faint scent of black bamboo, mixed with the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus wine entered her lips and teeth, Murong Xue suddenly came back to her senses, and pushed Ouyang Shaochen hard: "How much wine have you drunk?" ?”
"Half a pot." Ouyang Shaochen said in a low voice, holding Murong Xue's lips in his mouth, carefully tracing the shape of her lips, the warm breath mixed with the faint aroma of wine sprayed on Murong Xue's cheeks, She was so smoked that she became a little dizzy: "Senior Ouyang, you drank more than half a pot of bar."