"Maybe after watching the Hong family's massacre? It seems that..."
"Heh, I thought my biggest mistake was putting Linde's jade pendant into the stolen goods. At that time, the crime scene was too bloody and I was too nervous. I didn't pay attention when I collected the things."
"The jade pendant was indeed a fatal mistake, but even without it, you couldn't escape."
If it weren't for the jade pendant, Li Qingcha would have used other moves when Hengqiu came to the court.
The jade just accelerated the process.
Jian Zengren frowned.
"There is one more thing. I ordered people to attack the imperial envoy's headquarters..."
Li Qingcha shook his head.
"It's useless. Even if your plan succeeds, I can figure out why the Seventh Prince is so timid and know that you have something on him."
"Are you lying to me?"
"No."
Indeed, Jian Zengren's scheme was vicious and cruel.
Unfortunately, those calculations still have loopholes and cannot prevent special circumstances:
First, Luo Weiyang can be considered Li Qingcha's person.
If it was another weather forecaster accompanying the army, he might help the Seventh Prince conceal the fact that he accidentally killed a civilian, but the girl would definitely not conceal it for the Seventh Prince;
Second, Jian Zengren has weaknesses in strength.
As long as Li Qingcha was on the move, whether it was rioters attacking the imperial envoy's headquarters or pirates coming ashore, they could be easily resolved;
Third, a nine-person chat group.
This point needs no further explanation.
Li Qingcha looked at Jian Zengren's bewildered expression and said with a smile, "Every cultivator has his own methods."
This attitude is almost equivalent to not wanting to answer.
However, Jian Zengren also understood.
As a monk, there must be some differences between him and ordinary people.
He frowned and said, "That's why I hate your arrogance."
"Interesting," Li Qingcha laughed, "If you hate it, why do you still need the protection of a sixth-rank master?"
"..."
Jian Zengren didn't say anything.
He looked around.
"Where are your two cousins~"
"Master Jian, why do you have to ask when you already know the answer? Since they know that you are protected by a sixth-rank master, they must have found a hidden place and prepared to capture him when I arrived."
Sure enough...
Jian Zengren flashed a strange smile.
He remembered the new task he had given Nightingale, for which he was paid with all his family property.
With such a large sum of money, Nightingale will certainly haunt its target like a lingering ghost until it finds the best time to make a move.
Unfortunately……
“I can’t wait until that day.”
Li Qingcha frowned.
"What? Did that sixth-rank master abandon you?"
"Mr. Li, I'm already a prisoner, so please stop using your verbal skills."
"..."
Li Qingcha vaguely felt that there was something wrong with what Jian Zengren said, but he was not sure where the problem lay.
She lowered her head in deep thought.
Seeing this expression, Jian Zengren couldn't help but feel frightened.
Every time Li Qingcha thought about something, it was not a good thing for him, so he quickly interrupted: "Mr. Li, don't you want to contact Gu She? I have a way, I will write it down for you."
Jian Zengren wet his fingers with tea and wrote a line of small words on the table.
He said, "This is a great gift for Mr. Li. Please accept it."
Li Qingcha took note of it silently and nodded.
As she walked toward the door, she turned around.
"Master Jian, you have become a laughing stock because of the trial of the Seventh Prince. You will have to appear in court a second and third time. If you don't want to be humiliated again, you should..."
That’s all Li Qingcha has to say.
squeak-
The door shakes,
Jian Zengren watched Li Qingcha leave and took a deep breath.
He looked at the steamed buns on the table and suddenly pounced on them, like a starving ghost who had not eaten for decades, stuffing them into his mouth with all his might. Whenever he couldn't swallow them, he washed them down with boiling tea.
It suddenly started raining outside.
The whimpering sound of the wind gradually drowned out the sound of Jian Zengren swallowing.
Chapter 236: The beloved son asked him to go through the storm
Capital City, Imperial Palace.
Meridian Palace.
Sirou had just finished her bath and got out of the tub. Her face was rosy and her hair was loosely draped. She stood in front of the mirror.
She placed her hands under the curve of her chest.
Unconsciously, the image of Li Qingcha entered my mind.
Emmm...
What the hell is wrong with that guy?
How do you make it so flat?
Is there some special skill?
The girl couldn't help but think of some of the sayings about monks.
It is said that female monks can control their bodies and don’t even have to worry about the problem of Tiankui. There won’t be such a few days every month...
Pooh!
Sirou spat and slapped herself on the chest.
Duang ~
Duang ~
Duang ~
"What are you thinking about!?"
She reached out to wipe the breath off the mirror, but still felt unsatisfied, so she leaned on the edge of the tub and looked at the water.
The girl's face is reflected in the water.
Her cheeks are like peach blossoms and her eyebrows are happy, which is clearly a sign of the moving love star.
Pooh!
He spat again.
Si Rou couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Why should I feel any affection for a woman..."
She took a deep breath, dried herself, put on her clothes, and walked out of the room.
When the lights come on,
The ladies in the palace should have started their nightlife.
But the Ziwu Palace has always been deserted, especially after Mu Shi led the Young Phoenix Camp to leave the capital, the girl Yongjia could no longer see the training and came less often, making the place seem even more deserted.
Sirou looked around and said to a palace maid, "Pour out the bath water."
"promise."
The maid went to call for help.
The bathtub is too big for one person to move.
Sirou stretched, entered the main hall, and then turned into the study.
She took a book of unofficial history from the bookshelf and read it.
Although many unofficial histories have no reliable sources, and most of the "stories" in them come from folk legends, they are still hidden gems in the ocean, and we may be able to get a glimpse of the folk customs and folkways from the "stories".
After turning a few pages, there was a slight vibration in the air.
Sirou was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously opened the mechanical box at hand and took out a bamboo tube.
The paper in the bamboo tube was now full of words.
There's news about Li Qingcha again!
The girl was extremely happy. She spread the note out on the table and then pressed down both sides of the note with an inkstone and a paperweight.
She narrowed her eyes.
"The word Weiyang is written too small!"
She complained and worried.
Before Luo Weiyang left Beijing, the girl had repeatedly told her to report whatever happened, and she could help analyze it.
At the beginning, Luo Weiyang did a great job, taking care of every detail:
What do you eat every day?
The seventh said something absurd;
The girls from the Phoenix Camp were working on the "Winter Vacation Garden" and were stumped by a question;
……
These little things will happen.
But for some reason, ever since Sirou helped contact Li Qingcha when the imperial envoy's headquarters was attacked by rioters, there has been no news since then.
Now, I have accumulated such a large amount...
I can hardly write on the note.
When Sirou thought of Luo Weiyang and Li Qingcha being together, she felt like there was an extra hat on her head.
She shook her head, cleared her mind of this inexplicable thought, and read the contents of the note carefully.
The note explained what had happened in the past few days.
Sirou read to the end,
"Jian Zengren actually committed suicide out of fear of punishment... and he died of bloating from eating steamed buns..."
She was a little uneasy.
Died of abdominal distension...
Of course the girl knew that Luo Weiyang would not lie to her.
But from an outsider's perspective, this cause of death is suspicious no matter how you look at it, and it is very likely to be forged.
The most important thing is the father...
