The vicious villain is pretending to be weak again

Jiang Lingyi, who had finally returned to the tent and was about to rest, had just put on her clothes and lay down when someone stood outside her tent.

"Master Lin."

Jiang Lingyi sat up straight, drank the wine and blew the wind in the middle of the night, and heard the crying and howling for a long time just now. At this moment, her temples were tingling and she was not in a good mood.

"Who."

With a shadowy figure, Zan Xing casually grabbed an arrow, his eyes as calm as water.

"It's me, He Qing."

"come in."

Hearing this name, Jiang Lingyi raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, but the coldness between her brows eased a little.

He Qing from outside the tent came in with a steaming lamp, he lowered his head respectfully, not daring to cast a single inch of his eyes.

"We don't have much... Our adults say that too much alcohol can hurt your health, so let your subordinates bring you a bowl of hangover soup."

Zan Xing looked back at Jiang Lingyi, and took the hangover soup after seeing her nodding.

Seeing that the things had been delivered, He Qing breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye and turned away, Jiang Lingyi raised his chin slightly.

Zan Xing was holding a palm-sized soup cup, still steaming, she took it, raised her head and drank it.

The warm soup moistens the throat, with the sweetness of honey and the bitterness of medicinal herbs.

After gulping it down, Jiang Lingyi put the soup cup back on the table.

She licked the corner of her mouth, after all, it was the little girl's body, and now she is very tired after a day of tossing around.

The bed in the tent was a bit hard, but Jiang Lingyi slowly closed her eyes, as the wind whistled outside the tent, she felt a warm veil falling on her face in a blur.

The drowsiness that had just come back subsided a little in an instant, but his eyes were half-opened, and he could only see the hairpin against the light, wiping her face jerkyly with the most gentle force in his life.

Jiang Lingyi relaxed, and raised her hand to rest on Hairpin's wrist.

"Hairpin star..."

"exist."

After confirming that it was her, Jiang Lingyi closed her eyes again.

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With Du Zhong's consent, less than three days after the autumn hunt, the list of people involved in the assassination appeared on Du Zhong's desk.

His eyes were tired, and he didn't feel any disturbance when he saw Jiang Lingyi coming.

The emperor did not want to hand over the case of the prince's attack to the Ministry of Criminal Justice. The case of Phoenix Mountain has not yet been completed, and there is a new case. He has been staying in the courtyard for the past few days.

He picked up the list, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.

"What about people?"

"Not yet." Jiang Lingyi sat down with a calm tone.

Hearing this answer, Du Zhong didn't say anything, just picked up the booklet and read it carefully.

Everyone listed on the list, their origins, connections and actions are listed one by one, and the details make people feel chills.

Only looked at two lines.

Du Zhong's subordinates exerted a little force and raised their eyes, which were a little cold.

"It seems that you have already prepared."

"Yes."

Jiang Lingyi is frank, she really wants to use the knife of the Privy Council, and Lin Jiang's identity, to tear a bloody path in this dense and treacherous conspiracy.

This list is just the beginning.

Du Zhong closed the booklet, his face was cold, his sharpness was unstoppable.

"Why do you think that the Privy Council will let you use it?"

Jiang Lingyi looked down at the list, not caring about Du Zhong's questioning.

"Let's read it and then decide."

Her tone was too flat. Thinking that she was sent to the Privy Council by his teacher, Du Zhong was filled with agitation. His teacher, the current Privy Envoy Qi Mei, was a loyal supporter of the Queen Mother.

But he Eucommia is not.

Qi Mei has now placed most of the power of the Privy Council in the hands of Eucommia, he has a lot to do, the Qilin Army, the Zhenshan Army, and the city guards in various places.

He is grateful to the teacher, but he is unwilling to follow the teacher's back path and step into this unnecessary dispute.

Du Zhong only thought about the military affairs, and he didn't want the Privy Council to step into the muddy water where the prince seized the heir.They should be shields and spears in the hands of the emperor, not a certain prince, or... the empress dowager.

Du Zhong was silent for a long time, Jiang Lingyi waited patiently aside, finally, he picked up the roster and reopened it.

Time passed by bit by bit, until the tea was completely cold, and Eucommia closed the register.

On the list, there are a total of [-] people, distributed in various palaces, courts, ministries and even the Privy Council.

Their positions are very subtle, even inconspicuous, but for some of them, the information they can access is so extensive that it is shocking.

If these people were united, it would be a net that engulfed most of the imperial court.

Du Zhong knew what it was for the first time, and it was shocking.

Jiang Lingyi raised her hand and rubbed her temples.

"This is only a small part. On the day Zhongshu Ling returned to Beijing, hundreds of people were ambushed in the suburbs. Someone in the Qilin Army leaked his tracks. There are still traitors in the army, and they are not low-ranking. In Bianjing, , There are only a lot of traitors like this."

Hearing that there was a traitor with a high position in the army, Du Zhong's face became serious.

"Who the hell are you?"

Jiang Lingyi smiled slightly, Eucommia should have found out about the traitor, but he kept it a secret, and he didn't expect that he would know.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I know who the traitor the prime minister wants to catch."

Du Zhong looked at her coldly, his eyes swept over her face, trying to find a flaw.

"what is your purpose."

"My purpose." Jiang Lingyi twitched the corners of her mouth, a little bit bitterly.

her purpose.

can be anything.

"Private Prime Minister thinks, what is the purpose of my painstaking efforts to find out these people?"

Du Zhong was stunned for a rare moment, his tired eyes slightly dodged away.

"Prince, we all have the same goal."

Having not closed her eyes for almost three days, Jiang Lingyi's eyes were a little red. She reached out and clicked on the cover of the roster.

"If the prime minister is willing, I will bear the responsibility of infamy in the world alone, and none of these people can be left behind."

Du Zhong's throat tightened slightly, and he pushed the roster back in front of Jiang Lingyi, saying hoarsely.

"Your allegiance is not to the imperial court. Why do you hand over these things to me?"

If you just rely on the things of the six and three divisions, you won't be able to find so many things within three days.

This Lin Jiang appeared strangely, and his behavior was also unpredictable.

He has seen the case of Phoenix Mountain many times. There are 3000 people defending the city, even if there is a defense map, it is absolutely impossible to easily take down nearly ten thousand bandits in Phoenix Mountain.

But he just did it.

Now, within three days, he handed such a list in front of him again.

If he was loyal to the imperial court, then Du Zhong would be very happy, but his reason for coming was unclear, so he had to be cautious.

Jiang Lingyi, who was questioned like this for the first time, couldn't help but smile. She calmly pressed against the roster and pushed it back unhurriedly.

"You can rest assured that the minister is a citizen of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was born in the Southern Song Dynasty and grew up in the Southern Song Dynasty. Now he is appreciated by His Majesty. What he eats is the imperial salary. Naturally, he is loyal to the Southern Song Dynasty.

This roster is the result of the work of the minister who has worked tirelessly for three days without sleep. I hope that I can contribute my modest efforts to the worries of the Southern Song Dynasty. "

Speaking of this, she hooked her lips somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"Prince Shu, how can we tell the difference between the survival of the country and me, but we are all the people of the Southern Song Dynasty."