The old eunuch's tone was very plain and he did not show any respect.

He didn't even say the word "please", which was a bit too stiff.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not Wang Xianyuan, the Minister of Justice of the Great Wei Dynasty, but just an unknown sesame official.

But Wang Shangshu did not show any dissatisfaction, but instead took it for granted.

It seems that the other party should have such an attitude, and being more polite is unnecessary.

Because he knew that what he was facing was the person most trusted by the God Emperor today, and the only person who was granted the title of general as an eunuch.

The old eunuch asked Cao Ren to go, the chief in charge of the three dynasties of the Great Wei Dynasty, the first person to use swords in the world, and a super master who had already climbed to the eighth floor many years ago.

The flower-picking camp in charge behind him has the responsibility of supervising all officials of the court, and is the main source of information obtained by the God Emperor today.

It can be said that the family of every civil and military officials of the Great Wei Dynasty had the shadow of the flower-picking camp.

They turned into thousands of people, maybe they were housekeepers, maybe maids, maybe cooks, or maybe they were the people next to the target of supervision... No one knew who they were, nor where they were, but they were indeed everywhere, like a sharp guillotine hovering over the heads of officials, and they might be told that they were not protected at any time.

Even a sentence said by a high-ranking official when he was dreaming at night might reach the ears of the Divine Emperor the next day... There was a flower-picking camp in which all officials were uneasy, and they were even more afraid of that Eunuch Cao and civil and military officials.

Whether it is his own strength or the rights he has, Eunuch Cao is ridiculously immense.

Even the chief minister of the dynasty was unwilling to provoke him easily, let alone Shangshu Wang?

So in front of Eunuch Cao, who was guarding outside the Divine Emperor's bedroom like a door god, Wang Shangshu tried his best to keep a low profile. He waved his hand to drive away the accompanying groom, then looked at Eunuch Cao and asked, "I dare to ask Eunuch Cao, it's so late, who is your Majesty summoning?"

The tone is as gentle as ever, try to maintain a slow speech speed, so that you don’t look so urgent.

"Qin Xiaoyao, the director of the National People's Congress, came to His Majesty and said he had something important to report."

Cao Ren's eyes stayed on Wang Shangshu for a moment, and said lightly: "If Lord Shangshu can't wait, you might as well go back and rest first. When His Majesty is free, the old slave will report it. Or, what do you have to pass on the other side?"

"Qin Xiaoyao? It seems that it was also for the assassination last night."

Wang Shangshu pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Don't bother Eunuch Cao anymore, I'll just wait here."

There is no way to hear much emotion in the voice, but the fatigue between the eyebrows and eyes is stronger.

Cao Ren still put his sleeves in his hands, standing straight in place, exuding a cold aura of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

He himself is a person who doesn't like to talk. He was happy to be quiet when he heard what Wang Shangshu said. His eyes quickly moved away from the other party and continued to play silence.

The darker the night, the wind blows from unknown places, and a bitter cold arises.

The Cao people wore a thin inner eunuch robe, stood still in the cold wind, and their breathing remained stable.

Occasionally, when you look up, you will find a clear and transparent sword light flashing between his pupils, without a trace in a flash.

But Wang Shangshu was already a little uncontrollable.

If you have not practiced, no matter how strong your mind is, your body will definitely not be able to withstand the cold wind with the meaning of spring cold.

He subconsciously wrapped his crimson official robe tightly and was about to stand in the corner. However, the door of the bedroom was finally pushed open from the inside. With a "squeak", a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a hat on his head, wrapped himself tightly.

Look at this outfit, a typical pen-holder style.

"Qin Xiaoyao!"

Wang Shangshu just glanced at him and quickly turned his head, and his body, which had been attacked by the cold, became slightly straightened.

The Ministry of Justice and the writer have always been disagreeable. Although he and Qin Xiaoyao have never had a head-on conflict, they are the bosses behind the two forces, and there are some indescribable gaps between them.

The best way to get along is not to bother each other.

Qin Xiaoyao also noticed the existence of Wang Shangshu, but he didn't even turn his head. Instead, he reached out and pressed down the hat on the top of his head, completely covering his entire face.

The figure shrouded in the darkness seemed deep and lonely.

And with a bit of arrogance.

Cao Ren opened his slightly narrowed eyes, and his eyes fell on him, "Chief Qin, what are your instructions?"

"Your Majesty is tired and has already rested. Let me say to Eunuch Cao and I will not see anyone again tonight."

As soon as Qin Xiaoyao's voice fell, Wang Shangshu, who was standing aside, frowned. He took a step forward and wanted to step directly into the gate of the unclosed bedroom. Cao Rensheng appeared strangely in front of Wang Shangshu, "Sir Shangshu, come again tomorrow."

He stared at Wang Shangshu expressionlessly, his breath was even colder than the night.

An order to expel guests has been issued.

Shangshu Wang raised his head, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes for the first time, "Eunuch Cao, I have been waiting for so long, at least go in and inform me!"

A slight ripples suddenly appeared in his calm heart lake, looking a little restless.

Cao Ren didn't care and shook his head, "Sir Shangshu, don't let the old slave make things difficult for you... You heard it too, Your Majesty said he was tired."

His careless attitude made Wang Shangshu inexplicably annoyed, but he did not dare to actually have an attack.

"Did Lord Shangshu come for the assassination last night?"

Qin Xiaoyao suddenly spoke, and the sound from his hat looked hoarse and empty.

At this time, Cao Ren had closed the door of the bedroom again, put his hands into the wide sleeves again, and returned to his straight standing posture.

Standing there, his tall body brought a strong sense of oppression to the old and thin Wang Shangshu.

Instinctively turned to the side, Wang Shangshu suppressed his anger and said, "Is Director Qin the same? The writer has always been extremely efficient in investigating cases. I wonder if the whereabouts of the assassin has been found?"

His expression seemed to be in the ancient well, but the ripples in his heart gradually surged into waves.

Qin Xiaoyao paused, then said, "She can't escape."

A simple answer is neither cold nor indifferent, but his tone is full of strong confidence and confidence.

As the chief of the writer's yamen, Qin Xiaoyao's ability to detect cases is naturally unquestionable... After all, the "little prison god" of the Great Wei Dynasty has some real skills.

Shangshu Wang also believed that he could do it.

But the problem is that he can do it, but he can't!

It is easy to catch Luoxiting, but it is difficult to calm the sword saint's anger.

Shangshu Wang's mood gradually became deeper, but he didn't know how to express what he was worried about.

Until Qin Xiaoyao and Cao Renyuan said goodbye, and the figure shrouded under the black robe was about to step into the darkness, he could no longer help but speak loudly and leave Qin Xiaoyao: "Chief Qin! Don't you know who the assassin was last night?"

His expression was solemn and his tone seemed very rapid.

Cao looked at Wang Shangshu who was a little out of control, shook his head and said nothing.

Qin Xiaoyao suddenly stopped, and his voice came from under his hat: "The only successor of the Sword Saint, Luo Xiting."

"Since I know it's her, why do you still have to arrest someone?"

Shangshu Wang's voice suddenly became louder. I don't know if he was talking to Qin Xiaoyao or if he wanted the Divine Emperor in the bedroom to hear it, "If something happens to her, what do you think the Sword Saint will do?"

Hearing this, Cao Renxiang, who had always been expressionless, suddenly showed a sneer.

The right hand, which was gathered in the sleeves, slowly clenched into an empty fist, and there seemed to be a sharp knife hidden in the palm of his palm.

Qin Xiaoyao did not look back, and a cold voice came with the night wind: "What will he do, what do you have to do with me? I only know that since Luo Xiting dares to come to the imperial city to assassinate His Majesty, she must pay the due price for her behavior... As for the Sword Saint, it would be fine if he didn't come. If he comes, I will also punish him for being incompetent in discipline!"

He didn't sound like he was joking.

"Qin Xiaoyao, you are crazy!"

In shock and anger, Wang Shangshu could no longer stabilize his mentality. "If the Sword Saint turned against the Great Wei Dynasty, can you bear this responsibility?"

"It's you who are crazy!"

Qin Xiaoyao's voice also became heavy, and his reprimanding posture was quite majestic. "As a second-rank official of the Great Wei Dynasty, he was so afraid of a swordsman in the martial arts world! Just because he climbed to the ninth floor, he had to tolerate everything? Even if His Majesty the God Emperor was assassinated, he could be regarded as a misunderstanding? "

Every word was like a sword, and it pierced into Wang Shangshu's heart.

He was stunned, and the lonely expression in his expression was particularly obvious.

After a long time, Wang Shangshu's voice sounded again: "Now the border situation is tense, Li Mi's situation is already exhausted when facing the joint efforts of two powerful men from the Ninth Floor, the Demon Emperor and the Scholar alone. If the Sword Saint was resentful because of the Luoxiting incident, he ran to the border battlefield to get into a spur, I was worried that Li Mi would..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Xiaoyao, "It is precisely because Li Mi can't support himself and the border war situation is worrying that we need to catch Luoxi Pavilion even more!"

Wang Shangshu frowned and stared deeply at Qin Xiaoyao's back, "What do you mean?"

"The Sword Saint has been traveling and practicing in various countries on earth for many years, and has always maintained a neutral attitude. Although he is a citizen of the Great Wei, he has made it clear that he will not participate in the war of the country. To the Great Wei, he may not be an enemy, but he is definitely not a friend."

Qin Xiaoyao said: "Your Majesty has been thinking about how to truly pull the Sword Saint into the camp of the Great Wei Dynasty for years, so that he can go to the border battlefield to share some pressure for Li Mi, but he didn't expect that he didn't even see the Sword Saint again in the past few years... His Majesty was already ready to give up this idea, but he didn't expect that Luoxi Pavilion suddenly came last night!"

"Starting Your Majesty is the first to be guilty, so it is natural to arrest her. If the Sword Saint wants to save her, he must first agree to His Majesty's condition!"

Wang Shangshu fell silent.

The fluctuating emotions gradually subsided.

After a long time, he sighed, "I want to use Luoxi Pavilion to threaten the Sword Saint? Let him go to the border battlefield to contribute to the Great Wei Dynasty?"

"This is not a threat, but a fair exchange."

Qin Xiaoyao said in a deep voice: "In addition to letting the Sword Saint go to the border battlefield, he must also make him vow to guard the national gate for the Great Wei for three hundred years! In this way, he can get his life back to Luoxi Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, even Cao Renzeng was slightly moved, as if he didn't expect Qin Xiaoyao to have such great ambitions.

How dare I plot against the proud and arrogant sword saint like this.

Wang Shangshu took a deep breath, "Qin Xiaoyao, you are so brave!"
To be continued...