"What's the matter?" Fan Xian knew that it was definitely not easy, otherwise Li Hongcheng wouldn't be so nervous, but he still forced a smile and said, "Your grape trellis won't fall."

Strangely, Li Hongcheng had already reached the age of marriage. For some reason, he never married his wife.

"I don't have time to tell you a stubborn joke." Li Hongcheng said with a calm face: "Yesterday a murder occurred in a manor at the foot of Cangshan Mountain. Wu Bo'an and the Prime Minister's second son Lin Gong were both dead."

Fan Xian was shocked and asked, "What?"

Li Hongcheng said: "Yes, your future second brother-in-law is dead."

Fan Xian did not expect this complicated relationship to come to his senses, and he was a little surprised and lying. Wu Boan's death was as expected, but... if it was not his uncle who took action but someone was silenced, he would not have compensated the Prime Minister's second son. Fan Xian had this self-knowing, and his value was still far from that second brother-in-law. Since Wu Boan and that second brother-in-law died, was it because he wanted to kill him last time... it was the Prime Minister's father-in-law?

He had no feelings for this brother-in-law who had never met before, but when he thought of what followed, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. After calming down for a moment, he asked, "How do people die?"

Li Hongcheng retelled the scene of being discovered to him. Originally, the manor was remote, the murder case of Chun would be terrifying for a long time before it was discovered. However, he did not expect that the third day was the day when the Yama Ling Chuan. As soon as he entered the manor, he saw corpses all over the ground and reported them in shock. Because the death was the prime minister's son and the special identity of Wu Bo'an, the news went directly to the palace through the Kyoto Prefecture and the Ministry of Justice.

King Jing entered the palace today and occasionally heard this news. He asked his father-in-law who was familiar with the palace to send a message back.

Fan Xian's heart moved. Prince Jing should know that he would come to the palace today and take the risk of someone to send the news back. It seems that he wanted to notify him, but why did the other party think he needed this news? Seeing his expression, Li Hongcheng lowered his voice and said, "The Supervisory Office is looking for Wu Bo'an. I heard that it has something to do with your last assassination. This time he died so flawlessly. Beware that others suspect you."

Fan Xian pretended to be shocked and waved his hands repeatedly, "This matter has nothing to do with me. I can still find someone who can't even find the Supervisory Office? If the Prime Minister really believes in this matter, will I still survive in Kyoto in the future?"

Seeing that his expression was not as fake, Li Hongcheng breathed a sigh of relief: "If it was really yours, I would inevitably re-estimate your strength. I have to please you in the future."

Fan Xianzuo was already quite familiar with him and cursed with a smile: "What kind of bastard is this? I just ask the Prime Minister not to connect his son's death with me, and he will burn incense."

Li Hongcheng said, "It shouldn't be. Your explanation just now is very strong. It is even more impossible for you to catch someone that Master Chen can't catch when you first enter Kyoto. Even after you catch it, you will not be able to kill people randomly for venting your anger for personal revenge." He looked at Fan Xian and said seriously: "I believe in you in this matter. I will tell you about my father's side, and I believe that the prime minister will not do anything randomly."

Fan Xian sighed and said, "I'm afraid the prime minister must first find a way to explain why the second young master was with Wu Bo'an. You should know that Wu Bo'an is a role in connection with the spies in the Northern Qi Dynasty, and the charge of treason is confirmed."

Li Hongcheng nodded and said with a little concern: "It's just that the Prime Minister lost his son in old age and suffered this blow. If he was attacked by his political opponents again, he would be criticized by Wu Bo'an's affairs. I'm afraid his life will not be easy."

Fan Xian secretly glanced at the prince and thought to himself that the prime minister's political enemy is you and the second prince? Why do you say that the breeze and the moon are not surround you?

After leaving Prince Jing's Mansion, he got on the carriage. Fan Ruoru noticed that his brother's face was a little wrong and asked with concern: "Where is it uncomfortable? Or did he feel bad before?" Fan Sizhe also sat down with interest and handed the folding fan in his hand to Fan Xian in a pleasing manner.

Fan Xian felt a little uneasy, so he was more annoyed and said impatiently: "It's okay!" After saying that, he felt that his tone was a little wrong. He explained with a wry smile: "I have to think about it more. Don't worry about me for now."

After entering the Fan Mansion, Fan Xian first ran to his father's study, but found that his father was not at home, so he might have been summoned to the palace at this time.

He returned to his room with some anxiety. When he sat at the table, he realized that his back was already wet. In fact, when Li Hongcheng retelled the death of Wu Bo'an and the second prime minister in the manor, Fan Xian knew who had taken the action. In this world, no one is more familiar with the way Uncle Wu Zhu takes action and the traces left by him.

That night, after Fan Xian found out the name Wu Bo'an in the prison, he knew that Wu Bo'an was already a dead person - but he didn't expect that Lin Wan'er's second brother would die together.

Although I don’t know how Wu Zhu found that Mr. Wu, it was normal for Wu Zhu to kill two masterminds who were behind Fan Xian with a cold and indifferent attitude. Wu Zhu is a master of the grandfather. In his eyes, the prince of the Prime Minister’s Mansion may be just a flesh and blood body like the assassin who came to kill him in Danzhou. As long as Fan Xian is not involved, there is never a taboo in front of Wu Zhu’s iron drill.

Fan Xian's uneasiness is that since even Prince Jing thinks he is related to Lin Gong's death, what will the prime minister think? He wants to avenge the murder of the guard that day, and he and Fujiko-kyo were seriously injured. He also thought that the person behind the scenes might be the prime minister and his future father-in-law. If this is true, Fan Xian thought that he would only kill Wu Bo'an to warn the other party, but he did not expect that Lin Wan'er's second brother would die neatly. The Lin family only had two sons. I heard that the older one had some problems...

Thinking of Lin Wan'er, Fan Xian had another headache. Even though Wan'er grew up in the palace and had no feelings for the Lin family, after all, both parties are flesh and blood, which is a fact that they cannot be separated from each other.

He stood up and walked around the table twice, his eyes gradually becoming stronger. He made up his mind that he would never let Wan'er know about this in his life, and that he could not let her know that it was his uncle who killed her brother.

Deep in the solemn palace, the room where the man in the world is most powerful is far less powerful than the territory under his jurisdiction. The incense in the treasure tripod gradually dissipates, leaving only thick ash of incense ash. The sunlight shines sideways outside the door, and the willows that rush to the threshold are counted in the light.

The room was covered with light-colored stone bricks, and there were dozens of officials in the court standing on the left and right. Today was not a formal court meeting, so this was not a Tai Chi Palace, but a side hall. The great emperor of the Qing Kingdom did not sit on the high dragon chaise, but just picked up a chair and sat there casually.

Today, the emperor was wearing a casual dress of green silk, with a dragon-gold ribbon tied around his waist, and his black hair was tied tightly, but occasionally a few silver threads were found on the sideburns. He sat casually on the chair, lower than the ministers standing around him, but his aura seemed to be sitting at the highest end of the world, looking down at the thousands of subjects under his feet.

Today, the state affairs have been completed, and those who are staying in the house are several old ministers and important officials.

Chen Pingping was the first in her left hand. She was sitting in a wheelchair due to her physical condition, so she looked very special. Her head was slightly slung listlessly, as if she was about to fall asleep. These ministers knew that President Chen, as his first confidant, had received a clear order and did not have to attend a regular court meeting, but today it was necessary to attend this meeting.

Prime Minister Lin Ruofu is the first in his right hand. He also receives special treatment today. He sits on a round stool, but his official uniform is a bit long, so he looks a little funny. This famous villain has beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes, but his slightly white beard reveals his true age. I think he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

Today, his eyes were a little red and swollen, and his lips were a little white. I think it was because he had cried before.

"Mr. Prime Minister." The emperor said softly, and the buzzing echoes in the room sounded, "You can rest in the mansion for several days, so it's okay... Save that child."

Lin Ruofu stood up, bowed respectfully, and choked and said, "The old minister dare not, it is a sin to disturb His Majesty for the matter of a dog.

The ministers of various departments also gently advised the old prime minister that people cannot be resurrected when they die.

Lin Ruofu suddenly said loudly: "Your Majesty dares to ask your Majesty to take charge of the old minister and seek justice for the dead child!" After saying this, he knelt down straight. When he learned about the death of his second son at noon this day, the Prime Minister, who had always been as heartless as a stone, almost fainted. The so-called white-haired man sent a black-haired man, could not resist such emotional impact?

The corners of the emperor's lips were raised in unknown ways, but no one dared to stare at the emperor's face, so no one noticed this small detail. His Majesty the Emperor seemed a little surprised by the Prime Minister's statement: "Since the attack on the Fan family the day before yesterday, such a murder occurred on the side of Kyoto, so the Kyoto Prefecture naturally cannot refuse its responsibility. Rest assured, Prime Minister, I should punish you a lot of punishment. Let me give you an explanation... Each department must arrest the murderers quickly, mainly the Ministry of Justice. If there is any disagreement, President Chen will lead the way."

Chen Pingping seemed to be asleep, but now she opened her eyes and responded with a smile.

Two rays of light burst out from Lin Ruofu's eyes, but it was fleeting. He kowtowed to the emperor before standing up after everyone's persuasion.

The emperor looked at him calmly. Qingguo did not pay attention to the etiquette in front of the palace. The 95th Lord knew that the prime minister was not easy to accept. He suddenly frowned and said, "The last time, there was a shadow of a thief in the Northern Qi Dynasty, intending to cause trouble in the court. Is it because of a foreign thief who sneaked into the crime again? Is the ban here now so that he looks like this? Is the order passed on and the Northern Sansi Department successful in self-inspection."

He suddenly scolded sternly: "Chen Pingping, your court affairs must also be careful. Are you just eating a waste of money everywhere? This time you went back to your hometown to visit relatives, so you had to delay for an extra month. Do you want the children of the ministers in the court to die in a bad way before you will come back!"
Chapter completed!