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Yijing: You who were supposed to cooperate with me in the performance were also deceived.

"Since the princes leave the pavilion to study, they should also choose a teacher, but they have always been from the Sifuluo family..." The emperor paused for a moment when he said this, and then sighed softly, which was clearly heard by the pillars of the country.

For a hundred years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, military officials selected by the Sifulo family have been sent to the palace as teachers to teach the prince martial arts, and the same is true for Emperor Huajing.

However, since the disappearance of Emperor Shi Huajing, the Sifulo family has been unable to find him for many years, and it happened that the emperor was born in harmony and his heirs were few, so it was not until this year that the prince came out of the court.

Gan Yi raised her eyebrows and looked around. Seeing that everyone was silent, she finally set her eyes on Gu Xiaowu, who was in meditation as an old monk.

Gu Xiaowu seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly turned her head to meet Gan Yi's eyes, her face was still expressionless, as if the victory or defeat had nothing to do with her.

"Your Majesty, are you still ordering the Sifulo family to send military officers into the palace this year to teach the prince?" The Minister of Rites looked left and right, but seeing no one answered, he could only speculate and asked the emperor softly.

The emperor didn't answer for a while, but asked thoughtfully: "The Jingzi generation of the Sifuluo family is a bit old, and the children of the Xizi generation should be [-] years old now?"

Gan Yi's heart suddenly sank heavily, as if a ball of flames exploded in his mind, burning him to death.

Hee generation...

Gan Yi had no time to listen to the emperor's words, and silently pressed her left chest with her hands, in vain to ease the beating of the heart. The heart-wrenching feeling was like seeing a magnificent and vicious beast. Conspiracy feared.

"The Xi generation ranges from the age of double tenth to the youngest son, but the population is sparse. Since the Battle of Cold City 20 years ago, the Sifuluo family has withered talents..."

"It's a pity that the emperor's master and Yijing are not here, otherwise you can ask carefully." The emperor raised his fist high, but he couldn't help but landed on the armrest. Orally, go to Huailie Villa and ask Cheng Jing if there is any suitable person."

"Yes..." Minister of Rites bowed and stepped back.

Only then did the emperor notice the pale-faced Prime Minister of Zhongshu Province.

"The prime minister's face is not good, but he is not feeling well?"

Gan Yi quickly replied as if waking up from a dream: "The minister is old, and old diseases are inevitable..."

The emperor seemed to be concerned and nodded, "Since that's the case, the prime minister should go back to the mansion first, and the rest is nothing important."

Qu Liying was busy at Yushitai when she heard Gan Yi summon her to meet Xiangfu.

"What's the urgency?" Qu Liying entered the door with the document in her arms, and she saw Gan Yi who was submerged in the sea of ​​books in Wenshan.

"It's about Meng Qian's death." Gan Yi said quickly, his eyes still glued to the book in his hand, and when he turned the last page and found nothing, he then threw the book in the air.

Qu Liying picked up a book casually, and carefully patted away the dirt. Seeing Gan Yi's ecstasy, she didn't know whether she should continue to ask one or two of them in detail - if she didn't ask, she could only watch Gan Yi busying herself. If I ask, I'm afraid I'll disturb Gan Yi.

"Found it!" Gan Yi's sudden shout made Qu Liying almost throw all the Chinese books in her hand.

"What did you find? It's related to Meng Qian's death?"

Gan Yi stepped over the messy books on the ground, and before she had time to wipe off her profuse sweat, she asked Qu Liying, "Do you remember those two people? The two men Meng Qian brought back from the Underworld Forest."

"There's a clue?!" Qu Liying was pleasantly surprised, but Gan Yi's face was gloomy again.

"I always thought that the young man named Wang Xi had seen him before, until today, when His Majesty mentioned Sifu Luo's Xizi's son..."

Qu Liying was quite unbelievable: "He is a child of the Si Fuluo family, a child of Xi's generation, and Yijing's nephew?"

"The two of them are indeed similar..." Gan Yi frowned and whispered, "It's not about his appearance, but his every move, with the shadow of Yijing... They are not similar in shape but similar in spirit..."

"Isn't that..."

Gan Yi interrupted her with a wave of her hand, took a brush from the table, ticked off the book a few times, and then handed the book to Qu Liying.

"Look at this again."

"Clap!"

The moment Qu Liying saw the name, her hands trembled and she let the book fall to the ground.If it was just surprise, then now it is tantamount to separating her soul from body, making it impossible for her to tell whether she is dreaming or waking up.

"No, no, it's impossible..." Qu Liying stepped back again and again, panting more and more heavily, she subconsciously supported the chair with one hand, and covered her eyes with the other, and after a while she said with a voice of the rest of her life: "Ding It was Yijing who caused the trouble, and found a person who lied about being the long-dead suzerain of the Sifuluo clan to confuse you and me... Sifuluo Qiyue died at the hands of Yan Qiguo as soon as possible, how is it possible!"

Gan Yi glanced at her and ordered the servants guarding the courtyard to prepare hot tea.

"It's really unbelievable." Gan Yi seemed extremely calm, "But this case is really full of doubts. If you want to find out the truth, I'm afraid Cui Shu will have to investigate from the forest of Huangquan, and there may be a breakthrough."

The servant outside the door had already brought hot tea, and the two interrupted their conversation in due course.

Qu Liying drank three cups of hot food, and said with lingering fear, "It should be so... The Netherworld Forest is near the Lost City where Sifuluo has been stationed all the year round... An inexplicable fire must have covered up a lot of past events."

Gan Yi nodded and stood up slowly.

"In that case, let's go with this official to Cui Shu's house."

Qu Liying squatted down, picked up the documents that she was holding tightly in her hand just now, and left the Prime Minister's mansion after Gan Yi.

Passing by a old place, Gan Yi seemed to be thinking about the past again, stopped the coachman, and walked into a mansion that had been abandoned for many years.

Qu Liying thought for a moment before she remembered that this was the General's Mansion in Gu Laiqiu.

There are broken bricks and rotten tiles, and spider webs are everywhere, and even one breath can surprise you with endless dust.

"No one has come here for many years." Qu Liying said softly, fearing that the mansion would not be able to withstand harsh criticism once, "If Fu Yuanping really survived, this place should be a sad place."

Gan Yi looked around, and suddenly saw a small letter.

As soon as he pinched the object, he hated the heavy dust from the bottom of his heart, and finally suppressed the urge to blow the dust, so that he could take a closer look at the seal.

"It belonged to Fu Yuanping. At that time, he was the battalion deputy of the seventh battalion."

Gan Yi closed her eyes, unwilling to look at the blood-stained bluestone buried by time.

"Where is Ah Liang?"

"Brother, please hurry up and tell me that he has arrived at Huailie Mountain Villa. You don't have to worry. Brother can save him from Gan Yi's suspicion and interrogation."

"Hurry up for four hundred miles?" Xing Sheng was puzzled.

Yijing sneered: "If it wasn't for the first battle in Hancheng that caused our people to drop sharply, it would be six hundred miles faster. In the past, if there were Sifuluo people leading the army to fight, the imperial court's document delivery system might not have been needed."

Xing Sheng shook his head helplessly and sat down. Seeing that the gauze scab on Yijing's forehead seemed to be stained with blood, he couldn't help thinking that if Li Changming was here, he might have to draw his sword against him.

"They will ask you, where have you been this year."

"Rolled down the valley, fortunately the farmer rescued me."

"Then why did it take so long to show up?"

"I broke my hands and feet and couldn't walk an inch. After several years of recuperation, I finally recovered."

Xing Sheng sighed and nodded: "It seems that I don't need to add more things to the snake. Mr. Gu has already arranged everything. Even if Dali Temple goes to find the farmer, it can only return in vain."

"She waited for a year, isn't it just for a big lie?" Yijing smiled wryly, "Chu Guangliang is gone, and Lan Mo is restless again. You'd better go back to Jianhe Valley to take charge of the overall situation."

"I'll clean your room first." Xing Sheng waved goodbye nonchalantly.

However, Xingcheng went back to Jianhe Valley, and before he could find a stool to sit down, Bao Huan came to him in a panic and told him that Yijing was still alive and had been found and sent to the palace for rescue.

"My lord...Master Zhongjun..." Bao Huan clearly didn't take a few steps, but he was out of breath, his face was pale, and he grabbed Xing Cheng for help as if he had seen a ghost demanding his life, "Please help Xiaguan, I can't help being the commander of this battalion, besides, I have never known about the disappearance of the army commander, I am really innocent!"

As he spoke, his legs felt weak, and he was about to kneel down and cry for Xing Cheng, but luckily Xing Cheng reached out to support him.

"Since you are innocent, what are you afraid of?"

Bao Huan was still in shock, his lips were still trembling, and he said: "But Commander Da Da Da... No, no, no... Lan Mo, he, he, he..."

He wailed angrily, not expecting that he couldn't even finish his sentence.

"You want to say that the disappearance of Yijing is most likely related to Lan Mo, and Lan Mo was born in the sixth battalion, so he is closer to you..."

Before Xing Cheng finished speaking, Bao Huan nodded repeatedly.

"In the past six months, the emperor has missed Yijing very much. I heard that Yijing can't afford to be seriously injured this time. The emperor will definitely investigate to the end..." Bao Huan looked at Xingcheng worriedly.

"You don't have to worry about this." Xing Cheng patted him on the shoulder, "Could it be that Yijing still has the ability to bite me to death? As long as I am still Zhongjun, Yijing can't do anything to you."

Bao Huan's eyes widened, he didn't expect Xing Sheng to agree to this so easily.

Xing Cheng smiled calmly and said, "You and I are brothers and sisters, we should help each other through wind and rain, why should we be polite?"

"Yes yes yes", Bao Huan heaved a sigh of relief secretly, "Your subordinate must be on the front and back of Zhong Jun's saddle, and he will be so heartbroken!"

Xing Sheng comforted him for a long time, and finally sent Bao Huan out of the house, then called Ye Xiang and told him: "In these days, you must be respectful to the commander of the Sixth Battalion, comfort you at all times, and don't cause any trouble."

Ye Xiang looked at him inexplicably: "I have always respected him a lot... Where did you start talking about appeasement? I am a little military officer, and he is the battalion commander!"

"You are a little military officer, but you are also a student of Zhong Jun." Xing Sheng reminded in a flat tone.

"Yijing!"

The emperor heard that the person had woken up, so he went to visit the imperial hospital without saying a word.

"Criminal Yijing..." Yijing wanted to get up and salute with blank eyes.

"Excuse me, lie down quickly," the emperor waved hurriedly.

Yijing replied in a leisurely manner: "The guilty minister thanked His Majesty..."

"Has it ever been better?"

"The offender was lucky enough to be taken in by a farmer, and now he has improved greatly."

The imperial doctor at the side glanced at Yijing, and saluted calmly: "After the examination by the minister, Yijing has many serious injuries all over his body, and his breath is weak. I am afraid that he escaped from death. However, he is spared the death penalty and the living penalty. I have endured the pain and suffering all the time, and I will have to take care of myself in the future."

"Why don't you get medicine and prescribe?!" The emperor reprimanded angrily, "If he suffers from any illness, you can go home and take care of him!"

"Yes, I retire."

After dismissing the imperial physician, the emperor continued to ask: "You have been in a coma for a few days, and Dali Temple also sent people to find the farmer who took you in. They learned that you were already dying at that time, and there was not much time left. Your life today. Who brought you to such an end?"

Yijing struggled to move the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "The guilty minister entrusted His Majesty with the blessings of heaven and earth, it's not a serious problem, it's just that he accidentally fell into the valley."

The emperor straightened his cuffs slowly, and said leisurely: "If rolling down the valley can injure you so badly, why is there only a cut on your cheek at the corner of your forehead?"

Yijing's heart skipped a beat, worried that the emperor would see some clues, and then immediately remembered what he had agreed with Gu Xiaowu, and he was determined to draw the charge on Gan Yi, so he calmly said: "It was winter at that time, and there was snow Deep...the wound on the forehead was caused by the criminal himself who accidentally knocked it before rolling down the valley."

The two monarchs and ministers were silent with each other, and the Yijing couldn't bear the emperor's staring eyes, so they turned their eyes away to show humility, thinking endlessly in their hearts, not knowing what the emperor was thinking for a while.

The emperor let out a long sigh and said, "You clearly kept it from me."

"The guilty minister must never dare!" Yijing hurriedly got down on the bed and kowtowed, "It's just that the minister is not in good health, so I dare to sue my old man and return home."

"You are only too old to retire and return to your hometown!" The emperor got up and paced angrily, "It's not that you are in poor health, you are obviously timid!"

Yijing didn't speak anymore, but lowered his head. Sure enough, this action made the emperor more confident in his judgment.

"What grievances, just say it, I will make the decision for you!"

Yijing suddenly snickered in his heart, and said calmly: "It's all because of the criminal's carelessness..."

The emperor didn't ask any more questions, but murmured to himself: "That's right, why bother to ask? Who would think of getting rid of the former commander of the army, and who would have the guts to take action against the nobles..."

Yijing knew that the emperor had already written a name in his heart.

"Pass down my will and order Dali Temple to try this case quickly!"

"Your Majesty can't!" Yijing didn't care about the etiquette, and quickly reached out to block the emperor's footsteps, "The criminal minister is insignificant, it is not appropriate to mobilize the teacher like this."

The emperor tilted his head, and Yijing clearly saw a bit of interest, playfulness and penetrating insight in those eyes, and it was this kind of scrutiny in his eyes that made Yijing's breathing difficult, and he wanted to gasp for breath.

"Since this is the case, I will make an exception and promote Lu Yichuan as the young minister of Dali Temple to assist the minister of Dali Temple in hearing the case."

The emperor also has some affection for Yijing, after all, Yijing has been the commander of the Ningwu Army for so many years, and there is also a missing second brother, Huajing, who is a teacher-student relationship with the emperor.