"Wei Jinxian and Murong Jian are allies." Murong Xue's eyes were dark: No wonder Murong Jian was transferred back to the capital from Jingzhou. It turned out that it was because of Wei Jinxian's blessing. The famous governor of the East Factory wanted to transfer a foreign official to Beijing. It was a breeze...
"Why do you see that?" The corners of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up gracefully. He wanted to remind her quietly, but unexpectedly, she had already thought of it, and she was also a little clever...
Murong Xue's eyes were cold: "Beibei was injured in Luoxue Pavilion. I brought it into the carriage to attend the banquet in the East Factory. Only the people in the Marquis of Zhenguo's Mansion know that the carriage is just a means of transportation, and nothing will be placed on it. The guards of the East Factory will not go up to look at confidential things for no reason, they will get into the carriage and take out Beibei, someone must have tipped off the news!"
And that Murong Ji, in the banquet hall, echoed Wei Jinxian's words, repeatedly targeting her and Bei Bei, making it clear that they were in the same group.
The corners of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up, and he said softly: "Wei Jinxian is the governor of the East Factory, and he doesn't care about a fourth-rank official like Murong Jian. He and Murong Jian are not considered alliances, they can only be regarded as superiors and subordinates." !"
"I know that Murong Jian is attached to Wei Jinxian." Murong Xue's eyes were cold, and a small fourth-rank official naturally did not have the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with the governor of the East Factory, but: "Murong Jian is far away in Jingzhou, and he can still hug Wei Jinxian. This big tree is quite capable!"
Ouyang Shaochen smiled slightly: "Officials who are officials in the court all have certain methods. Besides, Murong Jian's parents, relatives, and friends are all in the capital. It is not particularly difficult for him to get on the line of Wei Jinxian."
"That's true!" Murong Xue nodded. Before leaving Beijing, Murong Jian was an official of the court and China. He must have established a certain relationship and connections. Using them can't do great things. It's still possible to get one or two high-ranking ministers. of…
Wei Jinxian was in a high position, so he would not be hostile to her and kill her frequently for an insignificant subordinate fourth-rank official.
He tried every means to plot against her, probably because she threatened him in Yangcun, smeared his face, and killed the assassin he sent in the alley to humiliate him. He hated her so much, naturally he wanted to get rid of her soon Already...
Murong Jian also wanted to put her to death, so he followed Wei Jinxian's plan and tipped him off. They are really two despicable villains working together...
"Do you want me to clean them up for you?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at her indifferently, his obsidian eyes flashed darkly: he doesn't like people who want to kill her...
"No need." Murong Xue shook her head, "I'll settle this matter myself."
"Can you solve it?" Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were deep: one is a fourth-rank official in the court, and the other is a high-ranking governor of the East Factory. There are countless capable people under her seat, but she is just a little girl with low martial arts skills , whether you want power or not, whether you want power or power...
"Don't worry, it depends on how you behave." Murong Xue's eyes were cold, as long as Wei Jinxian and Murong Jian dared to provoke her, she would never let them have a good time.
Looking at her shining eyes, Ouyang Shaochen had a trace of helplessness in his eyes: "Wei Jinxian, Murong Jian is not easy, you must be careful, if you need help, just say it."
"I know!" Murong Xue nodded with a smile, she had never been polite to him...
A gust of wind blew past, raised a corner of the car curtain, and a familiar figure suddenly came into view, Murong Xue's eyes froze, and she looked up: "The person in front is Murong Jian?"
That person was facing Murong Xue sideways, walking quickly in the crowd, dodging here and there, unable to see his face clearly.
Ouyang Shaochen glanced lightly: "It should be him."
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows lightly: "He is so sneaky, he probably has no good intentions, Wuhen, follow up and have a look."
"Yes!" Wuhen replied in a deep voice, followed in the carriage, and kept a short distance from Murong Jian, so that Murong Jian could not find them, and would not lose them...
Murong Jian walked through all the streets, crossed all the alleys, turned around and came to a tall building, looked around for anyone suspicious, and walked quickly into the building.
Murong Xue sat in front of the car window, slightly opened the car curtain, looked at the word 'Da Prison' carved on the top of the building, her cold eyes narrowed slightly: What did Murong Jian come to Shun Tian Mansion Prison for
The prison was dark and humid, with bursts of musty smell mixed with a faint stench, which made Murong Jian frowned tightly. Walk slowly in the aisle.
On both sides are small cells, in which a felon of the imperial court is imprisoned. The iron railings are indestructible. The prisoner inside is sitting on the hay, looking at the passers-by with a numb expression...
Murong Jian slowly stopped in front of a prison cell. The floor of the prison cell was also covered with straw, which was damp and dirty and almost lost its original color. A middle-aged man was sitting on the straw with disheveled hair. , with a crumpled brocade robe, facing the wall, wondering what he was thinking.
Murong Jian's gaze sank, he knocked hard on the cell door, and said with a smile: "Master Song, I haven't seen you for a few days, so don't come here to be safe."
The middle-aged man turned around, his handsome face was haggard, his shrewd eye sockets were deeply sunken, his lips were chapped and burst into small bloody mouths, and a blue beard grew on his chin. Only the outline of his face could be seen. He is Song Qian from the Marquis of Wu'an!
He looked at Murong Jian coldly: "Are you here to see me making jokes?" The deep voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, completely no longer clear as before.
"Of course not!" Murong Jian shook his head. Song Qian had become like this after only a few days in the prison. It can be seen that life in prison is very tortured, but it is very beneficial to him...
"Then what are you doing here?" Song Qian raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Jian. The Marquis of Wu'an and the Marquis of Zhen Guo had turned against each other. He didn't think that Murong Jian came to see him in the prison because he cared about him...
"I'll take Lord Song out of the prison." Murong Jian said with a slight smile.
A bright light flashed in Song Qian's gloomy eyes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. He looked at Murong Jian coldly and said, "You should be conditional, right?"
It is human nature to be wise and protect one's life. After his accident, none of his relatives and friends came to help. Murong Jian and his relationship are very ordinary, so he came here to rescue him in the prison of Shuntian Mansion, absolutely with ulterior motives...
"That's right!" Murong Jian nodded, he came to the prison to find Song Qian, and he came to negotiate terms with him, so there was no need to hide it.
"Get out of here immediately, I don't need your fake kindness." Song Qian looked at him coldly, and issued an order to evict the guest without politeness...