Chapter 56 Where to go? "Is it His Majesty who has the final say?" ...

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Chariots, horses, cavalry, golden armor.

The blade picked up the curtain, and moisture seeped into the fluffy white blanket. The two female assassins were ready to strike, like sharp bamboo leaves fluttering in the bamboo forest. But for the man with the knife, it was nothing. As long as he swung the blade, the heads would fall to the ground.

But his eyes fell on the woman lying on the blanket at the innermost side of the carriage. In fact, from the moment he lifted the curtain, he was cold and fierce, and even had a bit of resentment and murderous intent.

The curtain was lifted.

The resentment and hatred had a place to go, and it fell on the other party.

The wind and rain are gentle on the shore, and the beautiful jade lying on its side is flawless, but it has absorbed the loneliness and melancholy of the world, and thus has the color of the world.

His face grew even colder, his breathing became heavier, and his ferocity became even more obvious. However, no one noticed that his fingers tightened around the horse's reins, and his gaze shifted slightly, avoiding his surroundings and locking onto his eyes.

No wonder the arrogant Prince Chilin behaved like that.

Oh!

atmosphere.....

Yan Siqing spoke, the knife at her neck, and she made a judgment, "Jinwu Guard, Major General Zhou Li, Lord Zhou?"

He frowned and said calmly, "She is good at business and has learned from your uncle since she was young. She is gifted. Madam Yan is indeed smart."

"I wonder what happened to my brother's body while you were investigating it?"

Forehead....

It seems to be mushy.

What turned out to be the body of his brother was the insect eggs that were burned.

Yan Siqing knew he was in trouble.

Is this the reason why this person came here?

There must be someone in the mountain who tipped off the person, or he might have been in the White Horse Temple.

Or...

The blade approaches.

"It's not Madam's fault!!"

"lady!"

"Don't!"

Xiaoshan and the other man were extremely nervous and were about to fight when Yan Siqing raised her hand and pressed her slender fingers on their arms to stop them, but her tone was gentle and seemed to be comforting.

While comforting the two, she looked at Zhou Li and calmly explained, "The body was poisoned. It broke out during the investigation. The body has been destroyed. The crime lies with the murderer. I am unwilling to take responsibility for this. But if the Major General has any grudges against me, I cannot say anything since you are stronger than me. But these two girls are innocent. Can you let them go?"

Xiaoyun and the other girl wanted to refuse, but when they thought that someone had to go back alive to report to Jiang Hui, they had no choice but to keep quiet.

Zhou Li was stunned. "Your Highness is so kindhearted that he is willing to let you, Madam, leave Chang'an. This is admirable. But Madam, you are a prisoner and you still want to negotiate with me. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Yan Siqing: "Then kill him."

Xiaoshan: "Yes, we die together."

Xiaoyun: "It is our honor to die with Madam."

Yan Siqing smiled and asked Zhou Li, whose expression was even colder.

"Do you care about the burial?"

Zhou Li: “….”

The blade moved, went out, and the curtain fell.

Isolate the visual perception of each other's appearance.

"I'm afraid Madam has misunderstood. Just for you, for that worthless bastard, it's not worth it for me to cause trouble for Prince Yan."

"But you have fallen into my hands today."

"You don't have the final say on where to go."

Zhou Li would naturally never see Mrs. Yan's fearless expression again.

He was indifferent and raised his hand to signal. The other Jinwu Guards took the carriage and were about to change the itinerary when Yan Siqing in the carriage asked a question.

"Is it His Majesty who has the final say?"

Everyone was in awe.

Zhou Li raised his hand, narrowed his eyes, and grasped the knife again.

"My lady, you are very bold. It is a great offense to speculate on your majesty's intentions."

Yan Siqing quieted down a bit, then whispered, "I didn't guess. It's you, my lord... You're not wearing full armor, but rather a loose-fitting robe for civil and military use, presumably to carry and protect something important. This item is neither too big nor too small, and is extremely valuable. Damaging it would be a grave offense. Since you're being so cautious, I guess it can only be done through an imperial decree."

The other Jinwu Guards subconsciously looked at their superior's robes, while Zhou Li frowned even tighter, looking back at the curtain, as if he wanted to see through it, or as if he wanted to lift it open to shock the frail girl again.

But he didn't.

"Madam, you'd better be quiet. I'm not the Crown Prince, and I won't obey your orders."

"Leave."

He didn't say where he was going to send Yan Siqing, but sneered and waved his hand to point the direction at the fork in the road ahead.

——White Horse Temple.

But Yan Siqing inside was still guessed.

She was not punished even for this. It seemed that the imperial edict was related to her, and this ruthless and popular figure in the palace was willing to endure it.

The emperor's order?

She is just an ordinary person.

Or maybe there was some kind of game between Prince Yan and the emperor, and the former saw through it, so he sent himself to the White Horse Temple, which was equivalent to obeying the emperor's wishes and verifying his background.

But, something bad happened to their son/grandson.

Xiaoyun and Xiaoshan were both shocked. They didn't understand where the plot was going.

The main thing is - even if there is a dispute between Prince Qi and his party, and the lady is used as a pawn, His Majesty will never arrange for the Jinwu Guards to make contact.

What is the reason behind this?

Does Your Majesty still care about your sons’ love affairs?

Xiaoshan was a little distracted: Well, otherwise you are just taking care of your grandson’s love affairs?

It seems that ever since His Highness came of age, His Majesty has been very concerned about his engagement and intended to arrange a marriage, but His Highness always ignored it due to his temper and doting.

now.....

She carefully looked at Yan Siqing who was still in deep thought, and had a very bad premonition in her heart.

Madam, I’m afraid you can no longer leave Chang’an.

Unless death.

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Dining hall.

"Because I didn't see Master Jingye."

"He doesn't seem to be in the other courtyard."

Liu Wuzheng was forced to tell this matter, and Jian Wuliang pressed his fingers against the table.

His expression was cold, his brows sharp. "If he wasn't at the other courtyard, at best he was absent, so why are you trying to hide it? Unless you believe in your heart that he is the murderer, then he was absent at the time, so he is a suspect."

"Why lie?"

"Unless..."

The pressure of interrogation lies in the constant pressure, constantly using logical assumptions to put the interrogated person in an extremely unreasonable situation, giving him or her a choice...

Choose one of the two.

Liu Wuzheng didn't have Yan Siqing to help him this time. He was just a student, facing the powerful Dali Temple who were well versed in human nature. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he seemed to be struggling with something painful. He swayed from side to side, and his fingernails on the table unconsciously scratched the surface, leaving marks. He interrupted Jian Wuliang and said, "That's not the case. I didn't see Master Jingye at that time. I was upset and didn't want to go back, so I went to the nearby Chaoguang Hall to chant scriptures alone. Since there was no one in the hall at that time, I couldn't find anyone to testify that I was there all the time and not involved in the case, so... I could only lie."

This reason made sense. Jian Wuliang remained calm: "Then you still can't prove yourself now, and you are still a suspect. Why don't you..."

Liu Wuzheng said coldly and decisively, "I can't frame others to guarantee my own safety. If everyone in the world were this selfish, I wouldn't be alive today."

"Sir, you have dealt with the world's evils and witnessed the shallowness and resentment of human hearts, but I have received the kindness of others and the guidance and companionship of many teachers and classmates. All I have gained is the beauty of this world."

"If there really is a suspect, just arrest him."

The other people in the Dali Temple fell silent.

I was a little intimidated by this weak scholar.

The old gentlemen nearby were moved and tried their best to protect their students.

Jian Wuliang was stunned for a moment, touched his chin, and said slowly, "Recite the sutra. Which sutra? Recite it to me."

Liu Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and curled his fingers on the table into a fist.

Jian Wuliang: "Can't you? I heard that you have an excellent memory and can read ten lines at a glance. If you recite the scriptures all night, you shouldn't be unable to memorize them. You should be able to recite a few volumes at least."

"This is what I believe a genius is."

Just like the guy named Yan.

Liu Wu Zheng finally felt exhausted and closed his eyes. He heard the old man's confused and nervous breathing beside him. Finally, he smiled bitterly and opened his eyes.

"I killed him, sir, please arrest me."

"It has nothing to do with others."

Oh, are you guilty of murder again, Mr. Liu?

Jian Wuliang seemed to be lost in thought.

It seems that there is something wrong with Master Jingye.

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In the bamboo forest and the courtyard, it rained in the daytime and lanterns swayed under the eaves.

The Dali Temple officials who were in charge of searching the residences of the various courtyards found nothing here.

"Master Jingye, was he here last night? Did you see any strange people coming in and out?"

"I was there the whole time. I never saw anyone when I was awake, and after I fell asleep, I didn't even notice anything. But what happened?"

"No, sorry to bother you, Master Jingye."

The other party was a high monk who was treated with courtesy by the court, so these disciples did not dare to offend him and were very polite in their words.

"No problem."

Because the master was at home, the servants left like the tide after paying their respects.

The courtyard was silent. The monk standing behind the window watched quietly at night as these sword-wielding disciples of the Dali Temple merged into the bamboo forest path in the wind and rain and soon disappeared.

Jing Ye, wearing a plain robe, turned around, picked up the lantern and lit it. The candle in the lantern flickered as it was shaken. As she walked in the dim room due to the rain, this little light was the only illumination.

He walked forward and closed the window coffin that had not been closed properly before, and with his back to the window coffin, he put in order the books and picture albums on the table that were a little messy due to the search by these disciples. However, he didn't know that when he was halfway through the arrangement, he would hear strange whispers in his ears besides the sounds of wind, rain and bamboo leaves.

"Did Master Jingye really stay all night last night?"

"If a monk tells a lie, he will be questioned by the Buddha."

Deep, hoarse, and with a hint of malicious temptation.

Jingye turned around, and the book was swept to the ground by her sleeves. The pages were turned, and the book rustled as the cold wind blew in from the window that had been opened at some point. Behind the window, there stood a burly man with a green face and fangs.

The other party stared at Jingye with gloomy eyes, surprised by her appearance when she turned around in the dim light of the wind and rain, but her wrist was facing upwards and the knife was already drawn from her waist sheath.

The tip of the knife penetrated the window...and stabbed straight into Jingye's chest!

but!

Inside the house, a shadow fell from the upper door beam, like an eagle or a fox. If Yan Siqing was here, he would definitely recognize the familiar movements of this gentleman on the beam. As soon as this person fell, while still in mid-air, the hook chain swung out from his sleeves wrapped around Jingye's waist and pulled back, and the latter took off, closing the distance between him and the tip of the knife.

At the moment when he was about to fall, Jiang Hui had already landed. He supported the latter's waist with his left hand to steady his body, and stepped on the ground...

Outside the window, the rain shone brightly. The lantern in Jingye's hand fell to the ground, and the light flickered, illuminating Jiang Hui's beautiful and proud eyebrows.

Fell into a trap!

Jiang Hui was using the quiet night to lure him out! And he guessed there was a traitor among the Dali Temple disciples!

Under the green-faced, fang-toothed mask, his pupils trembled and he quickly retreated, but Jiang Hui had already drawn his sword as he landed.

The sword spun and flew out, with the heavenly energy, spinning like a celestial plate.

The masked man was forced to jump out, climbed over the railing under the eaves, and landed on the wet mud in the yard, raising his hand to block with the blade.

clang!!

The blade trembled, the famous sword spun, and fell into the hands of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who jumped over.

Another cut.

Bang!!

The masked man couldn't bear the force, so he half-knelt and rolled over, sweeping the blade down his body and cutting off Jiang Hui's legs!

brush...

Jiang Hui leaped back and attacked with a powerful kick.

Bang bang bang!

The two exchanged more than ten moves in a blink of an eye. The mud and raindrops on the spot collapsed with the internal force, like a reversed circle formed by a Tai Chi disc. As the afterimage continued to intensify, the sound of intensive running came from the mountain road below. The masked man's eyes flashed and he turned around to escape.

But the swords clashed for the last time.

The bamboo leaves with raindrops flowing on them fluttered in the wind.

The prince of the human world flicked his left wrist, and the masked man realized that something was wrong with his ankle.

With a loud crash, the person was dragged back. The chain was thin, but as hard as fine iron. When the masked man cut it with a knife, only sparks were left.

Oh no!

He decisively cut back the blade.

Blocked Jiang Hui's decisive sword strike.

Wow!

The masked man's eyes flashed, and it turned out that what he blocked was only the scabbard...

Crash!

The wrist was cut by a sword, blood spurted out, and the tendons and veins had been severed.

The long sword fell to the ground, but the masked man was ruthless and used all his internal strength to explode again.

Bang bang bang!

The chain broke and flew away, and the man madly rushed towards the dense bamboo forest, trying to escape, but the prince kicked him in the lower back.

Bang!

The masked man fell to the ground, spitting blood, with the sword against his throat.

He didn't move. When Jiang Hui was about to attack again, the man suddenly threw out a gilded rotating ball from his sleeve. As the ball spun, thick powder shot out... with the smell of gunpowder.

The hidden weapon of the Tianji Camp!

Jiang Hui immediately swung his sword to scatter the sparks, and the sparks exploded on the sword blade with crackling sounds.

At this moment, the disciples of the Dali Temple and the guards of various prefectures who came up from below had been assigned to occupy the road, as if they were going to surround and blockade it.

brush.

This person gritted his teeth and used his internal energy to leap up, quickly fleeing down the mountain path.

"Catch him!"

"Chase!"

Jiang Hui was fast and split these hidden weapons in half. His long robe fluttered as he chased after them at high speed.

Keep closing the distance.

The others saw the movement and immediately changed direction, blocking all the openings...

Sudden!

Near the cliff, the masked man suddenly changed direction, climbed up the bamboo, reached the top of the bamboo branch, turned over and jumped, using the force to float down.

Jumped off a cliff?

As they chased along, everyone had no idea of ​​the surrounding area. After all, it was dark, windy and rainy, and they had no idea where the area was.

The White Horse Temple is too big, and the mountain is blocked by bamboo forests, so I can't see it clearly. As I chased after it, I could only stare at the people and didn't know the way.

Jiang Hui, who was hanging closely behind this person, felt something was wrong and suddenly realized it.

"Oh no! The dining hall is right below!"

"Your Highness!"

Ruoqin and others were terrified when they saw Jiang Hui jump off the cliff without hesitation. They rushed to the edge of the cliff and found that there was indeed a cliff below, which was also the main building complex of White Horse Temple. The dining hall was not far away, but they would not die if they jumped down - because there was a bamboo forest below.

With light kung fu leaping and bamboo leaves floating in the air, the masked man landed on the roof of the Buddhist temple, crushing some tiles. He turned around and saw Jiang Hui hanging down from the black eagle, gritting his teeth.

The ghost is still there!

He didn't hesitate and ran quickly...

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The author has something to say: Well, because it involves court games, the story will be longer. This case is integrated into it, so it will not be as simple and quick as the previous cases. The subsequent cases will go through the fast-forward process again... Half of this case is related to bigwigs like Chang'an, so you just have to get used to it and make the transition.