Chapter 390 Suspicion of the assassination case

Soon, Li Fanyun hurried to Linde Hall under the leadership of the eunuch Zhu Guanghui. Like Cui Xiaofu, Zhang Huan also set up a study room in Linde Hall, which was convenient for going to court to review memorials or receive comments from ministers in the palace. Zhang Huan's study room was next to Cui Xiaofu's study room. It was originally a place for books and pictures, but it was slightly tidy and tidy.

The weather is getting hotter, the plants outside the window are lush, the water lake is wafting, and there are more mosquitoes. The window is covered with gauze. Although it blocks the invasion of mosquitoes, it has no chance to enjoy the night view outside the window. The light in the room is soft, and the incense burner is surrounded by a refreshing fragrance. Although Pei Ying did not enter the palace in time, she thought carefully. All the items in Zhang Huanyuan's study were sent to the palace in advance, and even Zhang Huan's favorite wisteria ring chair was placed in the corner of the house. At this moment, Zhang Huan leaned against the Li Shi and used it.

After the imperial case, he looked through several copies of the memorials left by Cui Xiaofu. The memorials talked about some past events, the Hedong drought requested the court to transfer grain, the reconstruction plan of the Penglai Pavilion of the Daming Palace, etc., but one memorial attracted Zhang Huan's attention. The memorial was written by Chen Shaoyou, the governor of Shu County. Regarding the distribution of the uninherited land in Shu, Chen Shaoyou politely told Cui Xiaofu that the land in Shu was in the hands of the military and local officials had no right to deal with it, so the matter of granting land to officials could only be temporarily cancelled.

What attracted Zhang Huan's attention was not Chen Shaoyou's memorial itself, but the issue of the army controlling the land. He started his business with the army and controlled a large amount of land across the country during years of war. These lands are now under the control of the military. In order not to let the land be left deserted, he agreed two years ago that he could temporarily rent it to landless farmers to farm and collect 20% of the rent to support the army. Now that he ascended the throne, the land he controlled should also be returned to local governments, but there are two problems involved. First, the army.

He could not ignore the interests of the army and ignore the interests of the army. The army emphasized the clear distinction between rewards and punishments. In the past, it could be said that the world was not decided, and the lords still had to work hard, but now he has ascended the throne, and he needs to fulfill his previous promises one by one. Secondly, how to prevent favoritism and fraud in the process of transferring a large amount of land to local governments. According to Zhang Huan's idea, establish a special land management agency to uniformly manage the land and belong to the court. This matter cannot be delayed and needs to be negotiated with the important officials as soon as possible.

Zhang Huan quickly finished reading these outdated memorials and pushed them aside casually. "An Zhongshun!" He whispered, and a young eunuch immediately responded. He walked in and said, "Please give me instructions!"

"I'll ask you, how do you usually pass memorials? I'm talking about passing them in my hands."

"If you go back to Your Majesty, it is usually sent to the imperial study room three times a day by the on-duty Secretary of the Central Secretariat. If the court has not been approved, the Majesty will decide whether to bring it back to the palace. If there is an emergency, there may not be a special person, and even the Prime Minister will deliver it in person."

Zhang Huan nodded and asked again: "Have I arranged the imperial study room in front of me?"

"Report to Your Majesty, it was arranged three days ago, right in Zichen Pavilion, adjacent to the former Empress Dowager's study."

"Okay, you can work hard to go to my imperial study room to see if there is a memorial today. If so, bring it to me quickly."

"Yes!" An Zhongshun agreed and immediately ran to Zichen Pavilion in front.

At this time, Zhu Guanghui's voice came from the door, "Your Majesty, Princess Xianping has arrived." Princess Xianping was Li Fanyun's title when she was young. Three days ago, Cui Xiaofu officially issued an edict to restore her princess' identity, and at the same time, she conferred Zhang Huan's biological father, former crown prince Yu, posthumously titled Emperor Guangping, which was quite pleasing.

"Please come in!" Zhang Huan immediately straightened his waist and thoughts returned to the assassination case in the mansion.

After a moment, Li Fanyun, dressed in Taoist robe, hurried in. At this time, the Internal Affairs Department had officially changed its name to the Supervision Office and was affiliated with the Censorate. Li Fanyun no longer held any position and was replaced by Du Mei as the first supervisory order. Although she nominally restored the title of princess, her appearance and dress did not change at all. Li Fanyun stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Huanshen, "Fanyun meets Your Majesty."

Zhang Huan waved his hand and smiled, "Sister, don't be polite. I was tired for a day today and finally saw a family member. Let me relax!"

Li Fanyun looked at Zhang Huan strangely, reached out and pointed to the next door, and silently said a mute word to Zhang Huan. From her mouth shape, Zhang Huan understood the meaning of her mute word, "Someone."

"Someone? Who is there?" Zhang Huan was surprised to follow her finger and pointed out the study door. Near the study door was a small house. When he came just now, the door of the room was closed, but now it was hidden. There was indeed someone inside. Zhang Huan pushed open the small door curiously and was shocked. He saw an old goatee sitting inside, shaking his head and writing something. He suddenly felt something. When he looked up, he saw that his Majesty came in. He was so scared that he quickly stood up, but he was not careful of a beam on his head. With a "bang!", it hit the stars in front of him.

"You are..." Zhang Huan suddenly realized that this was the legendary historian who recorded the emperor's daily life. Looking at the wall next to him that was as thin as paper, Li Fanyun's low coughing sound from next door came clearly. In other words, his words and deeds were held by this old man. Even if he farted, he would hear clearly, and perhaps he would record a sentence, "The emperor was quite indecent and sighed loudly."

The old man rubbed the green bag on his forehead in a mess, and quickly bowed and said, "Xiaoguan Dongfangyun, the disciple of the family, and record the words and deeds of Your Majesty."

"Didn't you say that there is no record in the palace? Why are you here?" Zhang Huan's tone was a little unhappy. There was a regulation in the third year of Qingzhi that the Jujube only recorded the words and deeds of the emperor when he entered the court, and did not follow him when he retired from the palace. Why do you have to be special to yourself?

Dongfang Yun bowed calmly and bowed and said, "Do not record when it is stipulated that it is not a public service. Is Your Majesty the official service?" He said, while picking up his pen and recording what Zhang Huan said just now, and even wrote down Zhang Huan's dissatisfied tone truthfully.

"You!" Zhang Huan was indeed a little angry. What the historian did was really hateful.

But Dongfang Yun was not afraid at all. He smiled and pointed to a banner on the wall behind him, and saw that it said: "Don't be punished for words, and don't be punished for advice." This was a promise he had made in person in the morning, and he almost didn't suffocate him to death with a breath.

Zhang Huan returned to the study depressedly, waved at Li Fanyun and said, "No matter how he writes, let's talk about the serious business."

Seeing Zhang Huan coming back frustrated, Li Fanyun smiled and asked, "Your Majesty summoned me to the palace at night, is there any major event?"

"I came to you to ask the assassin in the mansion. Can your Internal Affairs Department take over this case?"

Li Fanyun nodded, "This case was indeed handed over to the Internal Affairs Department. Although it is widely rumored that it was caused by the Jiangdu incident, I think it is a long-planned assassination."

"Assassination that has been planned for a long time." Zhang Huan frowned and said to himself. He pondered for a moment and asked again: "But what evidence has been found?"

"Two people were killed and one escaped, leaving no evidence." Li Fanyun took out a booklet from his bag and handed it to Zhang Huan and said: "I have handed over the case to Du Mei, and all the materials are there. These are some of the keys I have sorted out about this case. You might as well take a look."

Zhang Huan was a little surprised. Li Fanyun had done so many major events. After she stepped down, she didn't remember anything else, but she put the case on her. After thinking about it, he realized that it must be Zhu Guanghui who told her first, but she specially recorded the case, indicating that there must be something unusual about this case.

He thought to himself, but he looked through the booklet without saying a word in his hand, but he became more and more frightened as he looked at it. That night, the bloody smell in Cui Ning's room seemed to be coming to his face. Mingzhu was cut off his head, Mingyue was stabbed with seven swords, Pingping was hit by seventeen swords, one of which pierced the lung leaves, and finally killed the assassin.

Seeing that at the end, Zhang Huan's face was as gloomy as water, and the booklet was tightly clamped into a ball by him, "Who is it so bold that he dared to enter the mansion to kill his family."

"I originally thought that the case was done by the Wei family. The Wei family also suffered heavy losses in the Jiangdu incident, but they did not participate in Li Mian's conspiracy and remained silent. With their hatred towards you, it is hard to imagine that they would swallow this loss. And I heard that after Wei Deqing's mother was assassinated, the Wei family specially recruited a group of experts to protect the hospital, so I initially thought that the Wei family was the most suspicious."

Before Li Fanyun finished speaking, Zhang Huan immediately shook his head and said, "It's impossible that it's the Wei family. I have been dealing with the Wei family for so many years. I know the cowardice of the Wei family. Neither Wei nor Wei Qing can have such great courage."

"Yes! From some details, I finally ruled out the Wei family." Li Fanyun sneered and said, "I don't say why the assassin could have encountered the guards so coincidental. Even if they were lucky, how could they explain that the three secret whistles were killed by sneak attacks? How could they know where the secret whistles were? And how did they know that there were only three secret whistles and no fourth one? So I can boldly speculate that this assassination must have an insider. Afterwards, I investigated and followed them one by one, and no one was related to the Wei family."

Suddenly, Li Fanyun saw that Zhang Huan's face turned pale. Knowing that Zhang Huan had guessed, she immediately kept silent and stopped talking. After a while, Li Fanyun whispered: "I'm actually here to say goodbye to you tonight."

Zhang Huan looked at her deeply, walked slowly to the window with his hands behind his back. After a long time, he sighed softly: "Where are you going?"

Li Fanyun shook his head and smiled faintly, "Yunshen doesn't know where the fairy mountain is. I have already cut off the world and it's time to find my destination."

Zhang Huan said a word, nor looked back at her, but looked at the vague night view outside the window. Li Fanyun silently bowed to his younger brother, turned around and left, and soon her slender figure disappeared into the dark night.
Chapter completed!