Madam, protect me!

Within the main hall.

The Prince of Han stood in the corner with two big footprints on his butt.

Jing Zhaoyin looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "The prince's first death-free gold medal may have been an accident, but the prince's second death-free gold medal cannot be an accident. Someone must have stolen the gold medal."

The King of Han couldn't believe it: "The gold medal has been kept in the brocade box by me, how could it be stolen silently?"

Jing Zhaoyin said slowly: "Normal people can't do it, but among all the families, there are indeed people who can do it. Not to mention the thief family, the legendary calligrapher, and the strategist family alone want to It is not difficult to do this. As long as they enter their control range, they can control people's thoughts and behaviors, and even retrieve objects from the air. They asked His Highness to take out the gold medal unconsciously and throw it out of the car window. His Highness didn’t remember it afterward…”

The prince of Han Dynasty felt cold sweat in his heart when he recalled the abilities of that political strategist.

Not only could he make passers-by walk into Zuiyue Tower inexplicably, but he could also squeeze his heart from afar.

When he thought of the scene at that time, he felt that his chest seemed to hurt a little.

At this time, Jing Zhaoyin breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Over the past few hundred years, one reason why the Strategist Family has disappeared is that after the Warring States Period, countries no longer need them. Another reason is that their abilities are too great. Once evil appears, people will not tolerate it..."

As if remembering something, he looked at his son and asked, "Where did you meet that strategist?"

Lin Ting recalled it and murmured: "I, I met him on the street."

Jing Zhaoyin asked: "You can trust a stranger you met on the street so much in such a short period of time, and even let him help plot against Li Xuanjing?"

Lin Ting was stunned for a moment, then turned pale. Could it be that he had been controlling his thoughts?

Jing Zhaoyin sighed and said: "This is why strategists are disliked by people. Not only can they control other people's thoughts invisibly, they are also good at strategy and layout. A powerful strategist can control the survival of a country, including All of us, including Li Xuanjing, have been plotted..."

The King of Han was furious: "Who is plotting against me?"

…

Not long after, Prince Han and Lin Ting stood in front of them honestly.

Jing Zhaoyin looked at the Crown Prince of Han and asked, "How did His Highness think of taking action against Li Nuo?"

Li Qian no longer had the arrogance he had just now, lowered his head and said: "Last time, the palace suffered a big loss at the hands of Li Nuo. Not only did the father fail to regain his face, but in order to apologize to Li Xuanjing, he even killed one of our own people. This time, again, It’s Li Nuo who asked Le Lailou to close the door as soon as he said it was closed. I can’t swallow this breath!”

Jing Zhaoyin asked: "Then you want to take revenge on him?"

Li Qian thought for a while and said, "That's not the case. At that time, I didn't think about taking action. It was after the banquet..."

Jing Zhaoyin immediately asked: "Which banquet? What happened during the banquet?"

Li Gandao: "The son of Uncle Jingyang was talking about his father at the banquet, saying that he was afraid of Li Xuanjing, so I smashed his head with a jug. After the banquet, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and then..."

Jing Zhaoyin sighed and said, "You and Lin Ting have been plotted."

At this time, a figure walked in quickly and said: "Go back to your lord, your lord, the place where Mr. Su lives is already empty..."

The prince of Han Dynasty said in disbelief: "What?"

There was no unexpected expression on Jing Zhaoyin's face as he said, "Check up Uncle Jingyang and his son again to see if there is any connection between them and other princes."

Apart from Li Xuanjing, the only ones who dared to plot against the King of Han were the princes who were overseeing the country.

Li Xuanjing was also involved in other people's calculations this time, so it was naturally impossible for him to do it.

The only ones left were a few brothers of the King of Han.

It would certainly be beneficial to them to let the King of Han and Li Xuanjing become enemies and make the Wang family dissatisfied with the King of Han.

The man left in response and came back after a full hour and said, "Sir, I found out that there are some business connections between Uncle Jingyang's house and Prince Rui's house."

The King of Han looked surprised and said, "It's Li Rui!"

He quickly said with certainty: "It must be him. Last time, he sent someone to assassinate Li Xuanjing but failed. Instead, he was severely retaliated by Li Xuanjing and suffered heavy losses. This time he wanted to drag me into trouble. He really made a good calculation..."

Jing Zhaoyin's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

He actually felt that it was a little too easy to find Prince Rui so easily.

But judging from these clues, Prince Rui is indeed the most suspicious.

He looked at the King of Han and asked, "They have stolen the two gold medals for immunity from death. What should Young Master Wang do?"

The King of Han looked at the darkening sky and said: "It's too late today, let him stay in the cell in Dali Temple for one night, and let him remember it for a long time. Chang'an is not Jinyang, and it is not a place where he can run wild. Wait until tomorrow, and I will go to other people's houses to ask for a gold medal to avoid death. At most, I will spend more money..."

Not only kings have gold medals to avoid death.

It was customary for the Emperor of Daxia to give his princes a gold medal to avoid death.

But not all princes can use it. Some death-free gold medals have been passed down from generation to generation.

Those marquis, earls, and even viscounts may also have death-free gold medals in their houses.

Jing Zhaoyin also nodded.

But he still had some worries in his heart.

There is a great hatred between the Wang family and Li Xuanjing.

Their previous reforms completely affected the interests of the aristocratic families. The treason case was instigated by the Wang family.

It is not a good thing for the Wang family's legitimate son to fall into his hands.

Also, is it really the Prince Rui who is behind this incident?

At this moment, the Prince Rui's Mansion.

It is late at night.

There is still singing and dancing in the Prince Rui's Mansion.

Prince Rui sits on a soft couch, holding a beauty on each side, watching the dancers dancing gracefully below, humming a light tune.

For some reason, the King of Han actually fought with Li Xuanjing.

Fight, the more intense the better.

Anyway, it is a dog-eat-dog fight, and both sides will suffer losses. He likes to see it. If one of them dies in the fight, no matter which one, he can hold a banquet for a month to celebrate.

"A-choo!"

He sneezed for no apparent reason, rubbed his nose, and said, "Come on, put on more clothes..."

"A-choo!"

Inside the death row of the Dali Temple, Wang Heng also sneezed.

The cell at night was damp and cold. He was only wearing a thin prison uniform and shivered with cold.

He had been living a life of luxury since he was a child. How could he have suffered so much?

Damn it, why didn't Li Qian come to save him?

Didn't he say he had a gold medal to save his life?

Although he was in the death row, Wang Heng was not worried at all.

He didn't believe he would die at all.

In Jinyang, he had killed at least eight out of ten people, but he had never spent a day in prison.

In all these years since he came to Chang'an, no matter what happened, the Han Palace could handle it for him.

Death was something he had never imagined.

The cold wind that blew from nowhere made him even colder. Wang Heng shivered and walked to the door of the cell, shouting, "Damn it, it's too cold here, give me some more clothes!"

As if hearing his shout, the door of the death cell opened, and several figures walked to his cell and opened his door.

"Done?"

Wang Heng was slightly stunned, and then strode out of the cell.

Fortunately, he didn't have to spend the night in this ghost place tonight. He had already thought about which dancers to sleep with him tonight.

On a table at the door of the death cell, there was a table of rich food.

Ha, did they know that they had arrested someone they shouldn't have arrested, so they specially set up a banquet to apologize to him?

Wang Heng originally disdained the food outside.

But he really didn't eat much today, and his stomach was hungry. He tore off two chicken legs, gnawed them a few times, and grabbed a wine pot and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Strangely enough, after being used to all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, this table of ordinary food tasted different.

He simply sat down and ate heartily.

After a long time, he put down his chopsticks and patted his stomach with satisfaction.

An official from the Dali Temple asked, "Master Wang, are you full?"

Wang Heng burped and said, "I am full, I am full. I tell you, if you want to eat, do it earlier. You are really wasting my time..."

The official from the Dali Temple smiled and said, "It's good to be full. Let's go after you are full."

Wang Heng was slightly stunned and asked, "What road?"

The official from the Dali Temple said softly, "The Yellow Spring Road."