Inside the Palace of Seven Kings
Fenghuang learned the cause and effect from Yang Tingjing's mouth, and gradually fell into deep thought. She held her chin and thought again. Whenever she needed to think, she liked to take this posture, and it had become a habit. Yang Tingjing I can see it after being by her side for so long.
After a long time, Fenghuang suddenly said: "Perhaps, it's the ghost of the man in red."
Yang Tingjing slightly doubted, frowned and asked: "Why do you say that?"
"Because in this capital city, there is only one person who can do this." She raised her eyes to look into his deep eyes. "There is only one person."
Yang Tingjing nodded her head to express her acquiescence. After all, it is better to listen to her for things like this, at least it is credible. Seeing that he seemed to agree with his point of view, Fenghuang decided in his heart that his guess was correct, so he blew a whistle with a special tone. Before Yang Tingjing knew what she was whistling, he saw several black figures flashing quickly outside the window. Entering, six men in black suddenly appeared in the room before anyone knew it.
"This is?"
"The six masters of Beili Pavilion." Fenghuang introduced, she sat on a chair, looked down at the few people kneeling at her feet, and asked in a cold voice: "Recently, what has the man in red been doing?"
"Report to Pavilion Master, the man in red hasn't moved around recently, hasn't contacted anyone, and hasn't left the inn. He just paints and draws on five pairs of tokens every day." One of the six black-clothed masters reported , As soon as these words came out, Fenghuang was stunned, the sneer remaining at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, and gradually became serious, and the fingers resting on his chin involuntarily tapped his chin again.
"How could it be..." Fenghuang couldn't believe it, but after hearing the same words from the other men in black, he also accepted the fact in his heart, but was also very surprised—it wasn't the man in red! After all, among the people she knew, only the man in red had such a powerful ability to do this.
It seems that this matter is not as simple as imagined.
Fenghuang thought for a long time again, closed his eyes a little, and said softly: "You guys go and check, has anyone from other places entered the capital recently."
"You must find out for me!" She said coldly.
The six masters responded repeatedly, and Fenghuang asked them to retreat. If it was said that this matter had nothing to do with Luoge, she would not believe it, but she didn't have any evidence to prove it, which made Fenghuang feel very uncomfortable.
"Okay, don't get involved in this matter anymore, I will solve it." Yang Tingjing said softly, Fenghuang was already in an unstable fetal position, and now he has to be more careful, "I will see Yang Tingxing tomorrow... emperor."
"Huh?" Fenghuang glanced at Yang Tingjing suspiciously, and Yang Tingjing said slowly in a low voice: "Someone will definitely hide this matter from him."
The next day, after the court ended, Yang Tingjing said that he had something to tell Yang Tingxing, and Yang Tingxing and Yang Tingjing went to the back garden together. Yang Yanjing and Yang Yanxing sat and drank tea. All are silent.
"Don't you want to talk to me?" Finally, Yang Yanxing couldn't help but speak first.
Yang Yanjing picked up the teacup on the table, tapped the rim of the cup rhythmically with his fingers, and spoke slowly after a long time: "Brother Six, do you know the corpse found in the water source a few days ago?"
"What corpse?" Yang Yanxing was a little curious, and paused with the hand holding the teacup, "Quick, let's hear it."
Seeing that Yang Yanxing was interested, Yang Yanjing told Yang Yanxing about finding the corpse from the upper reaches of the water a few days ago. Yang Yanxing frowned after hearing this, and said with some displeasure: "There is no such thing as these things. People have told me what I want these ministers to do! People in the south and north of the city have fallen ill one after another, but I don’t know about it. What I, the emperor, has done...is enough!"
"Habitual problems are definitely not easy to get rid of." Yang Tingjing said pointedly. These ministers were used to concealing things when the emperor was alive. What's more, Yang Tingxing has only just ascended the throne. Yang Tingxing didn't dare to do anything to them when he knew about it, maybe Yang Tingxing also thought of this, his face was gloomy and terrible.
"Where's the corpse now?" Yang Tingxing asked after a while.
"Dali Temple." Yang Tingjing raised the corners of his lips and smiled, Yang Tingxing nodded to show that he knew, and went to the place where the corpse was placed alone after Yang Tingjing left.
Yang Yanxing looked at the corpse, but he found that there was nothing special about the corpse except that the blood was black, so he shook his head and left again.
The next day, Yang Yanxing went to court, but no one mentioned this matter, Yang Tingxing looked around and asked with a cold face: "Is there anything you want me to report, ministers?"
No one spoke.
Yang Tingxing couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "The people in the north and south of the city fell ill one after another. Why didn't anyone tell me about this? What use do I want you people? If the seventh prince and the seventh princess go to the north and south of the city to appease the people, find If the doctor detoxifies the people, I don't even dare to think how many people will die!"
"My emperor forgives the crime." The ministers said one after another.
Yang Tingxing was angry and annoyed, but because of his identity, he couldn't show it like before, so he could only endure it, and said for a long time: "Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials, when the court is over, you and all the imperial doctors in the palace will go to the north of the city." Go door to door in the south of the city to check on your health, water can carry a boat and it can capsize it, we don’t need to teach you this truth.”
"Yes, Your Majesty," said the Minister of the Ministry of Officials.
The national teacher stepped forward to salute.
"Get up." Yang Yanxing, who was sitting on the dragon chair, waved his hand, and the national teacher ordered him to get up and play:
"My Majesty, now that the new Emperor has ascended the throne, all countries that have good relations with our country will send envoys to congratulate them. Please also set a time to entertain these envoys."
Yang Yanxing nodded, "Then let's set it until the 15th of next month. If there is an order, these trivial matters will be handled by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Remember, it must be well managed, and the dignity of our country must not be lost! If nothing happens, Let's retreat."
"Yes, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
After the ministers gave their farewells, they all retreated. Yang Yanxing frowned, still thinking about the corpse Yang Yanjing found.
Fenghuang sent an expert to monitor the man in red to report that the man in red had stayed at the inn and never left. Fenghuang nodded to indicate that he understood and told him to leave.
Time passed quickly, half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and there were three or two days left before the time set by Yang Yanxing. Envoys from various countries gradually came to the capital to prepare for the banquet. Among them were Beichen Kingdom, Miao Envoys of Xinjiang, Mobei and other countries.
Because of the arrival of these envoys, there have been many stalls in the capital, large and small, and the once quiet capital has become extraordinarily lively.
Fenghuang is very busy these days, and he hasn't left the mansion for a long time. Hearing the hustle and bustle in the city these few days, and thinking that he hasn't been out for a long time, he finds Yang Yanjing and wants to go out with him to play.