"Your Highness! Your Highness! I am an old Taoist with a sincere heart. I came down the mountain just to help His Highness become a great treasure. I am not hiding anything." Taoist Master Ma was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kept bowing his head at Li Xiangyang.
Li Xiangyang did not answer immediately, looking at the rain outside as if he was thinking about it.
Taoist Master Ma felt that his life was hanging by a thread, and his thoughts were racing in his mind, but there was a little solution.
"Old magician, don't think about it. No matter how much trust His Highness gives you, you will be tortured. You must know that the trust of the royal family cannot be deceived by just talking."
This ghost-faced man has long disliked the old Taoist who came here for the first time.
A few months ago, this old Taoist priest introduced himself to Li Xiangyang, and with sweet words, he said that he had used some divine magic to predict that the second prince would be waiting for the throne, and that he had been instructed by God to advise the second prince.
As a result, Li Xiangyang was put into great use, and in just a few months, he became one of Li Xiangyang's most trusted advisers in private.
And this ghost-faced man has been following Li Xiangyang for many years and is a master. Now he has to be on an equal footing with an old guy who seems to be a magician. This is unacceptable to the ghost-faced man and he has long wanted to get rid of this veteran.
It's just that Li Xiangyang seemed to be fascinated by this old Taoist. No matter what he said, he believed it without any doubt. He also privately ordered the ghost-faced man not to take action against this old Taoist.
Now, this veteran finally made a big mistake. It was not that he failed to calculate today's weather, but that he failed to calculate the assassination and the debate in the court today.
Li Xiangyang seemed calm, but what happened here in the past few days had triggered a chain effect, making him very passive and forcing him to become high-profile.
This is not a situation Li Xiangyang wants to see.
Li Xiangyang was a little hesitant, really considering what this old Taoist said and whether he was really capable.
In the past, this old Taoist priest was very accurate in calculating small things, but he never expected that a big problem would arise.
"This prince has never believed in fate..." Li Xiangyang's first words made Taoist Ma feel something was wrong.
The ghost-faced man has already strangled Taoist Ma's neck with one hand. As long as Li Xiangyang says the word "death", the ghost-faced man will strangle Taoist Ma's neck without hesitation.
"Your Highness... Your Highness..." Taoist Master Ma struggled hard and seemed to have something to say.
"Master Ma, do you have anything else to say at this time?"
The Ghost-Faced Man's hand was getting harder and harder. Taoist Master Ma could no longer speak, but he pointed at the Ghost-Faced Man.
Li Xiangyang frowned slightly: "Let him finish what he said."
The ghost-faced man was slightly reluctant, but still let go.
Taoist Master Ma fell directly to the ground, rolled down the stone stairs into the rain, and then gasped for air.
After a pause, Taoist Master Ma slowed down, covered his neck with one hand, pointed at the ghost-faced man with the other, and suddenly laughed: "Hahaha... You are going to die tonight, and you are the one who is really going to die!"
…
As night fell, a group of men in black masks gathered at the gate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. After a short stay, they divided into a dozen small groups and disappeared in the heavy rain.
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Kyoto West City, the city gate is closed.
Under the heavy rain, there were no patrols on the tower, only a few soldiers dozing around in sheltered places. The communication beacon on the sentry tower only had a few sparks, and it might be extinguished by the rain at any time.
Only in the turret where the second prince was that day, seven or eight soldiers were gathered inside, leaning on the fire and burning wine. There were silver and dice on the table, and they were playing enthusiastically.
Suddenly, the shadow cast by the doorway shone on the gambling table, and all seven or eight soldiers stopped and looked in the direction of the shadow.
What came into view were several weird bull-head masks and black clothes soaked by the rain.
Seven or eight soldiers immediately became alert, drew their sabers, and shouted in a low voice: "Who is it?"
The bull-faced man in front took out his waist card: "It's a routine matter for the Metropolitan Procuratorate."
"A routine matter for the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"
Several soldiers were stunned, then looked at each other and asked in a low voice: "What is the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"
The three words "Metropolitan Procuratorate" are not unfamiliar to the capital these days. I have heard them vaguely, but I don't know where I heard them.
But judging from the name alone, this should be an office belonging to the imperial court.
But what is the routine of the Metropolitan Procuratorate?
These soldiers have been working at the city gate for several years, but they have never encountered the routine affairs of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
"The Chief of the Metropolitan Procuratorate wants to thoroughly investigate the entry and exit records of various city gates in the past week, as well as the shift status of the errands here. By the way, why are there no patrols in the city tower? Where are the patrols downstairs?"
Before the soldiers could figure out the situation, they were asked a series of questions by the cow-faced man. They felt a little unhappy and immediately asked: "You
Who are we? What kind of bullshit are you calling the Procuratorate?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cow-faced man stepped forward, grabbed the speaker by the throat, and lifted him up.
When the people around him saw this, they were about to take action, but before they could make a move, two bull-faced men followed behind them, one after another, knocking the remaining soldiers to the ground in an instant.
The leader of the bull-faced man said coldly: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and all the officials! Obstructing the Metropolitan Procuratorate from handling the case will be regarded as disobedience!"
"You...you...do you know who I am? I belong to the second prince..."
Before he finished speaking, the bull-faced man flashed his sword and a human head fell to the ground.
The soldiers who were still trying to struggle on the ground were so frightened that they didn't dare to make any more movement.
The cow-faced man was also motionless, watching the leader take off his cloak and wrap the head in it, and then he said: "Immediately answer your duties and neglect official duties. This is the consequences!"
After saying that, the cow-faced man carried the head and left without saying a word.
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Under the cover of night, a carriage detoured from an alley and entered the warehouse door of the Third Department of the Ministry of War. A sneaky figure opened the warehouse door from inside, came out with an umbrella, and shouted to the two escorting coachmen: "Hurry up.
quick."
Then the three of them unloaded the things on the carriage and started moving inside.
The three main entrances of the Ministry of War were guarded by more than a dozen fully armed soldiers. The inside of the yamen was still brightly lit. Chao Zheng, the Minister of the Ministry of War, led a few subordinates to nervously count every weapon with Kuben.
Suddenly, a soldier pushed open the door and held his hands in front of Chao Zheng: "Here we come!"
Chao Zheng left Kuben and straightened his clothes, then looked at his subordinates coldly: "Do what you should do."
After saying that, he turned his face, put on a kind smile and followed the soldier out.
When he arrived at the door, he saw a horse-faced man in black clothes standing in the rain. He looked a little thin and gloomy. He was being stopped by several soldiers.
Chao Zheng felt relieved. He didn't expect that only one person came, so he quickly greeted him with a smile.
"Oh, rare visitors! I didn't expect that the adults from the Metropolitan Procuratorate are here! If you don't get out of the way quickly, do you know who the person in front of you is? That is the elite organization of Dahua established by the Supreme Emperor.
, Who knows the names of the Twelve Divisions of the Jingmen back then? If the Metropolitan Procuratorate sneezes, not to mention the entire capital, even the whole world will be shaken!"