Shi Miyuan opened the sedan curtain with some irritation.
"Huaiyuan, come here."
Zhao Huaiyuan quickly stopped the sedan and ran over with small steps.
"Go back and tell your master to be honest these days. When will there be no more women?"
Zhao Huaiyuan Nuonuo responded, with an embarrassed smile on his face.
Hearing Shi Miyuan cough, he said again: "Ask your master to send someone to monitor Qin Shaobai."
"Shi Gong, is Qin Shaobai really the rumored King of Zhennan?"
Shi Miyuan did not answer, and after a while he sighed softly: "I hope not, otherwise, not only will our life be difficult, but the whole Lin'an will be shaken."
He just lowered the sedan curtain and raised it again: "Huaiyuan, what do you think?"
Zhao Huaiyuan didn't dare to express any opinions. He just smiled and looked down at his toes.
"I don't know how your master trains you dog slaves. Besides hugging women and grabbing gold and silver, what else can you do?"
As Shi Miyuan spoke, he swung the sedan curtain and said in a muffled voice: "Get up and go back home."
After the sedan passed Zhao Huaiyuan several meters away, Zhao Huaiyuan dared to straighten up, took out a brocade handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his face.
Looking at the sedan chair going away, Zhao Huaiyuan actually spat on the ground: "As wise as he is, didn't he rely on women to climb up? Didn't he hug women every day and steal gold and silver from them?
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Here, the three people in the government office were thinking about each other. The tea on the table was brewed over and over again, boiling again and again, and cold again and again.
The two girls, Bai Ruxue and Ouyang Zi, almost walked all over the yard, but still didn't wait for any new instructions.
"Uncle Ping, Uncle Ping." When the two girls saw Wang Ping coming out with a teapot, they quickly asked, "What can the adults do?"
Wang Ping shook his head: "Half an hour has passed, and the masters haven't even said a word."
"Are they just sitting there like this?" Bai Ruxue glanced into the room, "It doesn't hurt to sit there and give you a sore back."
"It would be okay if you just sit there all the time." Wang Ping sighed, "The Sixth Prince is drinking tea, one cup after another, regardless of whether the tea is hot or cold."
Bai Ruxue wanted to laugh, but she quickly stopped when she saw Wang Ping's gaze.
"What about Master Song and us?" Ouyang Zi asked.
"Master Song, you have been standing in front of the desk writing."
"Writing, what did he write?"
The two girls asked in surprise.
"I am as curious as the two girls, so when I was bringing tea to Mr. Song, I took a look, but I only saw one word."
"Master, please stop being so pretentious and tell me quickly, what is it?"
Bai Ruxue was already shouting impatiently.
Wang Ping didn't say anything, but he stretched out his hand and wrote a big word "forbearance" under the blue sky with his index finger.
"Endure?" Bai Ruxue looked confused, "I've been given a ten-day deadline, are you still enduring?"
Ouyang Zi understood, and quickly pulled Bai Ruxue back: "Adults have their own thoughts, how can we two little girls understand it?"
Bai Ruxue pouted, then grabbed Wang Ping who was about to leave: "Then, what are we adults doing?"
A trace of doubt appeared on Wang Ping's eyebrows. He shook his head, ignored the two girls, and walked away.
Qin Shaobai was pacing. He had turned around countless times and turned to the Sixth Prince. He was watching the Sixth Prince leisurely drinking tea. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.
Turning to Song Ci's place, he saw Song Ci busy tracing the huge word "forbearance", sighed, and left again.
Shi Miyuan really dared to report this amount within the ten-day deadline.
You must know that the bloody drum case is just a conjecture.
There must be a victim in a case.
There must always be a suspect in a case.
This case is nothing weird at all.
Can't say no.
According to everyone's inference, the victim should be Shi Miyuan.
But my right-hand minister lives a very healthy and energetic life.
The suspect is naturally a ghost figurine.
But, in the whole country, who knows who the ghost figurines are?
Qin Shaobai suddenly felt that this case was really brain-burning. Not to mention ten days, even a hundred days, he might not have any clues.
unless……
Qin Shaobai's eyes couldn't help but light up.
"Sixth Prince, Master Song, I have thought of it."
Song Ci put down his pen: "Let me guess whether Shaobai thinks the same as me."
As he spoke, he raised a piece of writing in his hand.
There are four big characters written on it: Lead the king into the urn.
Before Qin Shaobai could give a thumbs up, the Sixth Prince Zhao Tian had already clapped his hands and burst out laughing: "I only thought Lord Song had a way with dead people, but I didn't expect that he is also very good at dealing with living people."
Song Ci also laughed: "Sixth Prince, you are just kidding me. I have to ask the Sixth Prince for help to do this."
"Master Song, what do you think..." Qin Shaobai said, but looked at the Sixth Prince with infinite doubts.
"I know what you mean, Mr. Song. Apart from the Prime Minister, the target of the ghost figurines is probably me. So, you want to use me as bait to attract the ghost figurines to appear."
Zhao Tian spoke very lightly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him at all.
After saying that, Zhao Tian turned to Qin Shaobai and said, "Shaobai, are you what Mr. Song thinks?"
Qin Shaobai nodded and immediately shook his head.
"Shaobai means that you also thought of luring the king into an urn, but you don't need to trouble the Sixth Prince?"
Qin Shaobai nodded and shouted towards the yard: "Wang Ping, take out those seven porcelain dolls."
Zhao and Song didn't know what Qin Shaobai was doing, so they didn't say anything and just looked at Qin Shaobai quietly.
Seven porcelain dolls were brought over.
Qin Shaobai took one of them aside: "Who do you think this porcelain doll looks like now?"
it goes without saying!
Qin Shaobai showed the bottom of the porcelain doll in front of everyone again, and everyone saw the word "die" engraved on the bottom.
"This shows that the other party is determined to put Zhao Rushu to death, so..."
"Do you think there will be another move?" Song Ci asked, and then turned to Zhao Tian, "The prince really found out that the assassin was only for the girl from the Phoenix Dance Tower?"
Zhao Tian laughed out loud: "Master Song is looking for corpses with a fiery eye, and Zhao Tian is also looking for money."
"Song Ci doesn't dare. It's just that the Sixth Prince came here specially and said such words. He shouldn't just be trying to save the right minister."
"Yes, I have asked Feiyu to ask Fengwulou's mother. The musician and the girl are indeed lovers, so I am right to say that they fought for love."
Seeing that the two people did not answer, Zhao Tian added, "However, Feiyu also found out some other information. The two people entered Fengwu Building as a couple just two days ago. Two days ago, Zhao Rushu just came from the south
Jianzhou comes to Lin'an."
"Your Highness is suspicious. The ultimate goal of those two people is Zhao Rushu?" Qin Shaobai asked, "Are they following Zhao Rushu?"
"Yes, for a successful assassin, choosing the time to assassinate is very important. I think if Zhao Rushu could be killed on the way to Lin'an, no one would be willing to choose Lin'an City, which is more risky. You know,
As soon as Zhao Rushu arrived in Lin'an City, he also arrived at his godfather's territory, which is equivalent to adding several layers of insurance."
"So, those two people must have been unable to do anything on the road, so they chased them to Lin'an City. And because they knew that Zhao Rushu was lustful by nature, he would definitely go to Lin'an's most famous Fengwu Tower to have fun, so they dressed up as singers and musicians.
, want to take action when Zhao Rushu is indulging in sex?"
The Sixth Prince nodded: "If the assassination was really for personal reasons and the assassination failed, the man would not raise his sword to kill himself. The instinct of survival would drive him to resist angrily. What's more, Fei Yu found the people who were present at the time
I asked him about it, and they all said that the musician's sword thrust was very fast and accurate, and he looked like he was a person with martial arts skills."
"What the prince means is that he raised his sword to kill himself because he knew that even if he rushed out risking his own life, he would definitely die, so he simply committed suicide to show his will?" Song Ci said, with fear in his eyes, "Such a strict man
Discipline, he must be in an extremely strict organization."
Some people suddenly appeared in front of Qin Shaobai's eyes.
No, it's impossible.
Concubine Li did not train the White-headed Soldiers to use them as killers. The responsibilities they had to bear were much more important than the assassination of Shi Miyuan and his four-wood and three murderers.
"Shaobai, what are you thinking about?"
Zhao and Song asked at the same time.
"No, it's okay. I was just thinking about how we can make Zhao Rushu willingly appear in front of the assassin, and how we can make Zhao Rushu feel that everything we do is to enable him to avoid the pursuit of death."