Jiang Zhuo led his men back to the Dali Temple. Today, the place was unusually quiet. No one dared to speak, and they hurried about their work.
What's going on?
Jiang Zhuo stood at the door and looked around suspiciously. When Zhang Gan saw him standing at the door, he hurried forward.
"Master Jiang, the emperor is here."
Qingqing is here?
Jiang Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where?"
"Inspecting."
A quarter of an hour ago, Shen Qing suddenly came to inspect the work. He just walked around the front yard for a while and didn't let anyone follow him, saying that he wanted to walk around by himself. Now I don't know where he went.
Martial arts exercises on the battlefield.
Two figures, one big and one small, were sitting on the steps, eating something in their hands.
Shen Qing swallowed the cake in his mouth and looked at the little carrot head beside him, "What's your name?"
"My name is Zhang Hangyu, and my father is Zhang Gan, the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple." Zhang Hangyu introduced himself in detail. "What's your name?"
"Chen Qing."
She picked up a piece of cake and put it in her mouth, ignoring Zhang Hangyu's depressed expression.
What a familiar name.
Zhang Hangyu thought hard for a long time, then suddenly his eyes lit up, "Are you Princess Huayue?"
“Well…” Shen Qing thought for a moment and replied, “It used to be.”
Zhang Hangyu looked at her with sparkling eyes. No wonder she looked so familiar. He had seen her portrait.
My mother had wanted to arrange a marriage for my eldest brother, but later she married Lord Xiao Jiang, his father’s superior.
"You are more beautiful in person than in your portrait."
"Thank you for the compliment." She reached out and picked up the last piece.
This pastry is quite delicious.
"Then won't you praise me?" Zhang Hangyu looked at Shen Qing expectantly, "My mother said that we should reciprocate."
"You praised me, and I ate your cake. Isn't this a courtesy?"
Shen Qing looked at Zhang Hangyu with a smile in his eyes. It was interesting to tease a child.
Zhang Hangyu was very confused. Is it possible to exchange gifts in this way?
I think it's okay.
"Princess, I heard that you are very good at fighting. Can you be my master?" Zhang Hangyu asked with courage.
"Master?" Shen Qing was stunned when he heard the word.
"Yeah, all the students in the academy fight and bully me. I want to find a master so that I can bully others in the future."
Zhang Hangyu's serious look made Shen Qing want to laugh.
Are you looking for a backer so blatantly?
"Why don't you ask Lord Jiang to be your master? Many people in the capital are afraid of him."
"He doesn't keep his word!" Zhang Hangyu pouted and said angrily.
"How do you say that?"
"Last year, when he went to Yunzhou to handle a case, he promised to take me with him and told me to tell my father first. But my father ended up locking me up, and he didn't come to save me. He went to Yunzhou on his own. He broke his promise!"
Zhang Hangyu used to regard Jiang Zhuo as his idol, but after that incident he no longer liked him.
"Then let me test you first." Shen Qing smiled, clapped his hands, stood up and walked to the battlefield, "Come, if you can beat me, I will be your master."
Zhang Hangyu had no foundation, he could only wave his fists randomly, trying to touch the corner of Shen Qing's clothes, and was sweating profusely from exhaustion.
Zhang Gan looked everywhere for his good-for-nothing son. When he couldn't find him, he became anxious, fearing that he had offended Shen Qing. He felt as if the sky was falling.
After finding it, my heart was completely at peace.
What on earth is this little bastard up to? Why is he provoking such a powerful person?
Let him go, he only has one head!
"Lord Jiang, could you please plead for mercy for me later?" Zhang Gan's heart was broken, and he had the expression of a brave man ready to die. "Just save my wife, children and the elderly."
Jiang Zhuo was silent. It wasn't that serious, right?
The two of them walked towards the Qisha Field, and Jiang Zhuo did not say anything to disturb Shen Qing's interest.
Until she smiled and took Zhang Hangyu's hand.
"Okay, stop."
Zhang Hangyu sat on the battlefield panting, but he didn't even touch the corner of her clothes, which shows that she is really amazing.
"Yes, I will accept you as my apprentice."
"Really, Master!"
Zhang Gan widened his eyes. What happened?
"Daddy, the princess has accepted me as her apprentice! She taught me how to fight. If anyone bullies me in the future, I'll beat the crap out of him!"
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty."
"No need to be polite." Shen Qing walked naturally to Jiang Zhuo's side, and the latter handed her a handkerchief. "Zhang Gan, your son is not bad."
"My son is naughty. If he has offended Your Majesty, please forgive him." Zhang Gan was obviously not moving, but he was sweating more than Shen Qing.
Zhang Hangyu was confused. Wasn't his master a princess? How did he become the emperor?
"He is my first disciple." Shen Qing raised his hand and pinched Zhang Hangyu's red face, then turned to look at Jiang Zhuo, "Let's go and see Zhuang Yanxu."
The two left side by side. Zhang Gan waited until he could no longer see Shen Qing's back before turning around and grabbing Zhang Hangyu's ear.
"Didn't I tell you to stay still?"
"I was just sitting there eating my cakes when the master came over and asked if I could give her a piece!"
Zhang Gan didn't believe it. What delicious food hadn't Shen Qing eaten before? How could he snatch food from a child?
"Are you still lying?"
"Dad! Be gentle! My master is the emperor. I beg her to chop off your head!"
"You bastard..."
What a filial son.
…
Jiang Zhuo raised his hand and gathered her cloak, "You just sweated a lot, and you caught a cold."
"Thank you, Lord Jiang." She raised her hand and took his hand. "My hands are a little cold, Lord Jiang, can you warm them for me?"
"At your service, Your Majesty." He chuckled.
"Did you find anything when you went to Bai Mansion?"
Jiang Zhuo pondered for a moment, "It's likely that Bai Xian didn't kill him. Someone wanted to frame him."
"I read the letter. Judging from the ink, it was written a long time ago. The paper is the special paper used by the Ministry of Rites."
"I've asked someone to check the handwriting, but I'm still unsure if it was written by Bai Xian."
Shen Qing nodded, “If it’s really Bai Xian, then he’s really stupid.”
He left a letter and hid it at the door of his own lion house. He did it so obviously, for fear that others would not know it was him who did it.
"It's also possible that he wanted to kill Zhuang Yanxu to intimidate Bai Xian and provoke the imperial court."
The two men arrived at the autopsy room. The coroner had just taken off his gloves. When he saw the two men come in, he hurriedly saluted.
"Your Majesty, long live His Majesty. Greetings, Lord Jiang."
"How?" Shen Qing looked at the corpse behind him.
"Your Majesty, the time of death was approximately three hours ago. The deceased had two knife wounds, one on the right chest and one on the abdomen. There was dry lime in his nasal cavity, which indicates that he died of asphyxiation."
Shen Qing raised an eyebrow. In other words, Zhuang Yanxu was still alive when he was sealed in the lion?
Either the killer was extremely panicked and was unsure whether Zhuang Yanxu was dead and was in a hurry to hide the body. Or he deliberately left him alive, but she couldn't figure out the reason.
Changfeng walked in hurriedly from outside.
"Your Majesty, Lord Jiang, that handwriting did not come from Bai Xian."
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