Jiang Zhuo rode his horse at full speed and arrived at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, a small leader who was lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain appeared before him like a ghost.
"Master Jiang." The little leader saluted respectfully.
"Is His Majesty here?" Jiang Zhuo asked in a low voice.
"Your Majesty has not come down the mountain since he came back yesterday." The little leader answered truthfully.
Jiang Zhuo nodded slightly and waved his hands twice casually. The little leader disappeared into the grass like a shadow without a trace.
Jiang Zhuo didn't stop for a moment and quickly walked to the front of the mountain stronghold. Immediately, two strong bandits holding long swords blocked his way.
"What do you do?" one of them asked in a gruff voice, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Looking for someone." Jiang Zhuo said concisely.
The two bandits at the door looked at each other, and a glint of vigilance flashed in their eyes.
The emperor has said that anyone who comes to look for someone must be interrogated thoroughly before reporting to the emperor.
"Who are you looking for? Male or female? How old are you? Why are you looking for her here?" A series of questions popped out from the mouth of one of the bandits like a machine gun.
"My name is Jiang Zhuo, just go and inform them." Jiang Zhuo was speechless. Why was he wasting time with them?
"Jiang Zhuo?" one of them muttered, "Wait here."
After saying that, the man left in a hurry, still muttering Jiang Zhuo's name all the way.
Inside the mountain village, Shen Qing sat lazily on the upper seat, cracking melon seeds in one hand and holding a book in the other, looking very comfortable.
"Emperor, Boss, someone outside said they are looking for someone." The bandit who came to report was running out of breath.
"The boss is the boss, what is Boss Huang?" Shen Qing said casually, frowning slightly, "Who is looking for? Who is looking for?"
"A man called Zhang Zhuo." The bandit thought for a moment and replied.
"Zhang Zhuo?" Shen Qing was full of confusion. "What Zhang Zhuo?" After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's bring him in first."
"Yes." The bandit took the order and left.
This Zhang Zhuo knows the boss of the village? If they are really friends, there is no reason why the gatekeeper doesn't know him. Then who is this person? Shen Qing's heart is full of doubts.
When Jiang Zhuo was brought to the mountain village, Shen Qing was still reading leisurely.
"This is our boss."
"Jiang Zhuo greets you, sir." He bowed, his eyes full of smiles.
Jiang Zhuo?
Shen Qing's eyes flashed, and he moved his gaze away from the book and fell on Jiang Zhuo.
"Oh, you're quite pretty. Why don't you stay in my village and become my husband?"
"It's my honor."
The two little bandits nearby were shocked. They were recruited just like that? Was it that easy?
"Sit down." Shen Qing pointed to a chair beside him, then motioned to the two bandits next to him to pour tea, "Why are you here?"
"I was worried, so I came to see you." Jiang Zhuo sat down and supported his head with his hands. He didn't sleep well last night, and there was some fatigue in his eyes.
But when he saw his Qingqing, he felt much better.
"Tired?" Shen Qing put down the book, stood up and walked to sit beside him, naturally holding his hand, "I'm not in the capital, it's really hard for you."
"A few days after I released Bai Xian, an assassin came to kill him in the middle of the night. Chun Ye happened to catch him, and then he brought the assassin to find me in the middle of the night." Jiang Zhuo sighed and held her hand. "They tossed and turned for most of the night, and I only slept for two hours."
"It's hard for you, Lord Jiang." Shen Qing raised his hand and rubbed his face. "Who sent the assassin?"
"Chun Ye said that the man was once Feng Sheng's killer, and was later bought by Shangguan Qian."
"Shangguan Qian? Is he Shangguan Xi's cousin?" Shen Qing thought about it. She had read Shangguan Qian's information.
"That's right." Jiang Zhuo nodded. "The Shangguan family never supported Murong Sheng's ascension to the throne, so even though Shangguan Xi became the queen, the relationship between the Shangguan family and the royal family was not very close. On the day of the power seizure, Shangguan Xi also sent a letter to the Shangguan family, but I stopped it."
"Shangguan Qian wants to avenge Shangguan Xi."
"Whether this was Shangguan Qian's idea alone or the idea of the entire Shangguan family is still unknown."
But if it was just revenge, he could have just sent someone to kill her directly. There was no need to kill anyone from the Ministry of Rites. He could only have intended to disrupt the homage paid by various countries.
It is impossible that Shangguan Qian is the only one involved in such a big thing.
"How are things going here?"
"Yesterday I found an old man and got some information from him. Today at 12:00 am, Black Robe told him to deliver the body to a wasteland five kilometers northwest. I plan to go over there and wait and see if I can catch one or two of the insiders."
"I'll go with you."
Shen Qing shook his head, with a hint of heartache in his eyes, “Master Jiang, you should take a rest and return to Beijing. The recent affairs of the Dali Temple have exhausted you enough.”
"I'm fine. I'm just worried that the other party might use some shady tactics." Jiang Zhuo shook his head.
“Don’t worry, I won’t act rashly. I’ll find their lair first.” Shen Qing leaned back in the chair, pulling down his clothes, accidentally revealing the bloodstains on his neck.
Jiang Zhuo frowned slightly and raised his hand to touch her neck, "Are you hurt?"
"Skin wound." Shen Qing moved closer so that he could see the wound. "The old man yesterday was a fishmonger. I deliberately let him catch me and took the opportunity to make him say something useful."
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts! Lord Jiang, can you give me a blow?" Shen Qing teased and approached him.
Jiang Zhuo sighed and pinched her face helplessly, "Alas, how can I go back with peace of mind if you are like this?"
"I found the puppeteer's lair today and will return to the capital tomorrow. Don't worry, I won't fight them head-on."
The two of them cannot leave the capital for too long at the same time, otherwise it will be difficult for Jiang Ling and Shen Jianjun alone to suppress those rats in the gutter.
Jiang Zhuo had no choice but to rest in the mountain stronghold for a while, then gave Shen Qing a few more instructions and rode back to the capital at full speed.
He wasn't too worried about her strength, but he was afraid that she would be controlled by others because of the corpse in Qingshan Temple.
Qin family.
"Second Young Master, one of our men saw Jiang Zhuo just coming back from outside the city." Qiu Mo looked at Qin Wanming and said, "It seems he went to Beishan alone."
"Beishan?" Qin Wanming was puzzled.
Could it be that he went to suppress bandits? No, how could he go to suppress bandits alone? At least he brought Changfeng with him. It seems that he just went to Beishan to do some business.
Ignore him for now, he has more important things to do.
"Have you found the person Qingzhou asked you to look for?"
"Almost there, but the county lieutenant over there is not easy to talk to."
After County Magistrate Wu was captured by Jiang Zhuo, the newly appointed County Magistrate was a righteous official with evil intentions. They tried every possible way to establish connections with him, but to no avail.
"If you don't accept my toast, then I'll replace you with a county lieutenant." Qin Wanming sneered.
Anyone who stands in his way can be killed.
"The precautions are very strict, so it's not easy to start."
Qin Wanming looked up at Qiu Mo and said, "Do you still need me to teach you something like this?"
"I understand." Qiu Mo took the order and left.
Qin Canghai walked to Qin Wanming with a stern face and sat down in front of him. Looking at his leisurely appearance, he became very angry.
"What's wrong, Dad? Who offended you?"
"The Emperor has claimed illness and has been away from court. I have a feeling something is amiss."
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