How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

"Well, suddenly news came that he contracted the plague and died yesterday!"

"Fuck, you said this was a big deal. You shouldn't have arranged for them to live in Anle Hall in the first place. Just let them live in Jinyiwei Prison!"

"Now Your Majesty wants to see these two people, but the old man who led them is dead. What do you think should be done?"

Lu Wenzhao scratched his hair irritably, turned around, and found a strange expression on Shen Lian's face.

"Hey, brother, why do you look like this?"

Shen Lian in front of him was not much shocked when he heard that Feng Shiqi had died, but had a look of confusion and embarrassment on his face.

He subconsciously thought of the mountain-viewing pen at home.

When Shen Lian was asked by the other party, he realized that something was wrong, and he hurriedly said solemnly: "It's okay, it's okay, sir! I had a business trip last night, I didn't sleep well, and I was a little absent-minded..."

"Business trip? Haha, I think he went to Fengyue Tower to find a girl."

Lu Wenzhao grinned and pointed at Shen Lian's chest.

"Brother, you are already in your thirties. You are unshaven and unkempt every day, and you don't take care of yourself."

"Would you rather waste your money and live in Fengyue Tower than find a woman to start a family?"

Shen Lian smiled bitterly: "Sir, you know that you have a humble position. A humble sixth-grade household with hundreds of households. Who on the ground in the capital can think of taking a humble position and betrothing your daughter to me?"

"Hey! You're asking for an official from me, aren't you?"

Lu Wenzhao rolled his eyelids: "You have just been promoted to 100 households. If you are promoted again, you have to wait in line, brother!"

"I'm still a Qianhu, but..."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said, "Comrade Xu Xianchun, the commander, told me so."

"The Jinyiwei Zhenfu Envoy has a vacant position and intends to promote me."

"But I have to pay a tribute of five thousand taels to Master Tian'er Gengtian. I scraped together and only have more than three thousand taels on hand. Brother, how much do you have in hand? How about you support me and give it back to you after I go up?"

Shen Lian looked collapsed.

I'm asking you for an official position, but you ask me to borrow money instead.

No money, my special wife has no money.

He had no choice but to take two steps back, looking businesslike.

"Sir, let's talk about Feng Shiqi's death."

Lu Wenzhao glared angrily: "Fuck! Brother, if I become the governor of the town, you will be a proper guard of thousands of households. Then some girl will be sent to your bed! Why the hell don't you think so? clear."

Shen Lian still shook his head and said, "Sir, how did Feng Shiqi die?"

Lu Wenzhao was speechless anymore and just sighed in his heart.

Behind him stood the majestic Prince of Ming Dynasty, Prince Xin Zhu Youxiao.

How could he lack the money to buy an official position?

I just want to pull Shen Lian away and make him become King Xin's disciple and work for King Xin.

pity……

We don’t have enough time, so let’s wait and see.

Lu Wenzhao stopped talking nonsense and started talking about the story in a deep voice.

It turns out that one day ago, Zhu Youxiao, who solved the assassination case of Queen Zhang, witnessed the death of his son and thought about building the imperial mausoleum again.

Father Zhu Changluo has been dead for more than a year and has not yet been buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Could it be that my father turned into an evil ghost and came to seek my life, Zhu Youxiao?

First, kill one of my sons and observe my attitude?

If you don't take it seriously, do you attack me immediately?

Zhu Youxiao did not dare to delay any longer and immediately issued an order to meet the heirs of the Feng family.

The order was passed to Lu Wenzhao of Zuozhen Fusi Yamen, but Lu Wenzhao was dumbfounded.

I originally thought of sending someone to notify Feng Shiqi and let Feng Shiqi prepare well, but unexpectedly, news of his death came.

Feng Shiqi suddenly contracted the plague yesterday and died. Now he is still lying in his residence in Anletang.

This is very difficult for Lu Wenzhao.

He didn't dare to give it to Tian Ergen, so Wei Zhongxian and others reported the matter.

The person was entrusted to you, and now he is dead, what do you think you should do?

Fortunately, God will not stop him, Lu Wenzhao.

There is another male member of the Feng family who lives in Anle Hall.

It is said that he is the direct grandson of Feng Shigu, the head of the Feng family, and Feng Lixin, the eleventh generation successor of the Feng family.

Because he didn't want to follow his grandfather in cultivating immortality, he escaped and went to Kyoto to seek refuge with his second master, Feng Shiqi.

Who would have thought that when he arrived, he would die before he even sat down on his butt.

What a fuss!

After explaining the whole story, Lu Wenzhao grabbed Shen Lian's hand.

"Brother! Whether I can survive this time depends entirely on you."

"Help me go to Anletang and take a look at this guy named Feng Lixin. How good is he?"

"The most important thing is to see if he has any malicious intentions! If he does not have any malicious intentions, we will report it to Lord Tian and Lord Factory and let him go to the palace tomorrow to face the saint."

"If you notice something is wrong..."

Lu Wenzhao gritted his teeth: "Just set a fire tonight and burn all these Feng family wild dogs to death."

"At that time, it will be said that there was a fire in Anletang and the heirs of the Feng family were burned to death. It has nothing to do with our Jinyiwei!"

When Shen Lian heard this, his heart trembled a little.

All the people living in Anletang are the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. If there is a fire, no one can escape.

This Lu Qianhu is really cruel.

"A humble job... Aren't you going to go to a humble job?"

Ok?

Lu Wenzhao straightened his body and displayed the airs of Lord Qianhu.

"What do you think, my Lord Baihu?"

Shen Lian sighed secretly and finally agreed.

"I humbly obey my orders!"

He said goodbye to Lu Wenzhao and did not rush to Feng Shiqi immediately, but returned home first.

After taking something from home, he walked into Anle Hutong with a few general flags and small flags.

……

"Come on, come on!"

In a small courtyard deep in Anle Hall, Feng Qiaoer stood in the inner hall, his face pale and looking uneasy.

"Sir, someone is coming from outside. I'm afraid it's not... Jin... Yiwei!"

After hearing the noise, Feng Qiaoer couldn't bear it anymore.

As for Li Xin, Feng Lixin was now wearing white clothes, wearing sackcloth and mourning, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, throwing paper money into the fire, and raised his head when he heard the words.

"Qiao'er, let me say it one last time. It doesn't matter if you call me cousin or eldest brother. Never call me husband again."

"We have gone through so many things. Wouldn't it be too unfair if we die on this kind of reputation again?"

Feng Qiaoer nodded for a while.

"Okay, okay... first... no, brother! The Jin Yiwei is here, what should we do?"

She looked uneasily at the figures outside, and then at the coffin in the mourning hall.

There was a person lying in the coffin, but it was not his grandfather Feng Shiqi, but the body of an old beggar that Li Xin randomly found from a mass grave outside the city.

It's just that a special medicine was used to make it swollen all over and its original appearance could not be seen clearly.

But if you look carefully, there are some differences after all.

After all, although grandpa Feng Shiqi was an ordinary citizen, he was a powerful figure with a lot of talent, and he was an extraordinary person, and his magnanimity was needless to say.

And most of the people in Jinyiwei have seen grandpa’s appearance.

If the other party looks carefully...

As the figures outside moved closer and closer to the outside of the house, Feng Qiaoer became more and more uneasy.

"Qiao'er, don't be afraid! I have everything."

Li Xin still had a calm expression and asked Feng Qiaoer to kneel in front of the mourning hall first.

"Is... is it using illusion?"

Feng Qiaoer knelt down and asked in a low voice.

Li Xin shook his head gently.

After studying hard in the past few days, he has mastered most of the Feng family's secret knowledge.

Only the illusion technique is not used proficiently.

This thing is a test of the heat and smoke dosage of the medicinal materials, as well as the experience of the ancient mountain watchers.

It's like giving you an airplane. Although you understand the instruction manual, there is a process to go from unfamiliar to proficient in driving skills.

Li Xin tried to use it once, but Feng Qiaoer saw through it at a glance.

If you rush out at this moment, you will be easily noticed.

Once discovered, nothing can be undone.

He could only take one step at a time.

The next second, the two of them had no time to speak.

Clang!

The door was pushed open, and several guards in royal robes holding swords appeared at the entrance of the small courtyard.

Li Xin looked up, and someone at the door also looked down.

The two people looked at each other, and both eyes narrowed severely.