Dressed as Tang Bohu

Tang Ziwei took the corner of the robe slowly, stepped over the threshold, and walked out of Cheng Minzheng's house.

He did not bring any attendant by his side, walking alone in the Qingshi alley, thinking about the information that Cheng Minzheng revealed to him through his words and expressions.It was getting late, and the setting sun in the west also coated the new grass protruding from the walls on both sides with an ambiguous warm yellow halo.

In front of him was a person walking slowly against the light, and the elongated shadow of the setting sun extended to Tang Ziwei's feet.He stepped on it, raised his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the person a few meters away, "Is that you?"

"Tang Jieyuan went to the imperial prison in the past two days. I can't see you anymore, and I miss you very much. If not, I will come to see you." Fu Xin had a big smile on his face, and his tone was familiar, as if he was friendly What old friends talk in general.

Tang Ziwei frowned, "The Yang family shouldn't have the time to meddle in my affairs, right?"

"I said it all, I came here because I missed you." Fu Xin put his hands behind his back, took two steps forward, and said, "Tang Jieyuan seems to have misunderstood me, let me explain, I am not the Yang family." What subordinate. If I want to act according to my own wishes, brother Yang can't control me!"

Brother Yang...Yang Yuanjian?

Tang Ziwei noticed the title in his words, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Fu Xin, I'm Fu Xin." Fu Xin's upper body suddenly leaned forward, leaning close to Tang Ziwei's ear and exhaling warm breath. "You didn't remember my name last time, did you?"

His evasive answer was not what Tang Ziwei wanted.

But compared to his answer, the posture of the two people who are almost close to each other is obviously more inauspicious-then without warning, Tang Ziwei's eyes facing Fu Xin suddenly turned slightly downward to the left, just as Fu Xin followed him subconsciously. When looking in the direction where the eyes were deflected, a force suddenly struck from the right!

Tang Ziwei flipped his wrist and twisted Fu Xin's arm in front of him. With a "bang", a sharp short blade slipped from Fu Xin's fingertips to the ground, and Tang Ziwei stepped on the sole of his foot first.

"Fu Han, Minister of Rites, who are you?"

After learning Fu Xin's name, Tang Ziwei changed his question.While speaking, he mercilessly kicked Fu Xin to the ground.The feet in the cloud-toed boots protruded from the hem of the clothes, and stepped directly on the side of Fu Xin's shoulder, making him unable to stand up.

Fu Xin struggled twice, the strength on his shoulders firmly suppressed him, and the dull pain finally spread.The corners of his eyes were slightly red, looking at Tang Ziwei's face, he suddenly grinned.

"This is the second time. You have clearly guessed my background, but you still threaten me so boldly? Didn't Cheng Minzheng tell you not to cause trouble recently?" Fu Xin twisted his neck with difficulty, looking at the woman who was close at hand. The boot toe of the golden cirrus cloud, the muscles all over the body could not help but tighten, and the touch through the clothes seemed to be clearer.

"It seems that you know a lot." Tang Ziwei's eyes flashed darkly, remembering that when he met with Cheng Minzheng just now, the latter advised him not to delve into the matter of leaving the capital after the imperial examination to avoid the limelight.

But in just a few hours, Cheng Minzheng changed into plain clothes, and his face was haggard, as if he lost his backbone all of a sudden.Although Tang Ziwei did not have a deep friendship with Cheng Minzheng, he knew how ambitious this examiner was and planned to show off his talents.

At least, in the case of the imperial examination, Cheng Minzheng was supposed to refuse to back down even if he died, but he finally resigned voluntarily.

Was he frightened by the tragic death of the servant?Or maybe he knew in his heart that even if he really died on the spot, it was nothing more than making wedding dresses for those behind the scenes...

Tang Ziwei thought a lot in his mind, but in fact it was just a few blinks.Fu Xin seemed to know what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth hung high on both sides, and said: "Master Yu Shi and Brother Yang are not the masterminds of Cheng Minzheng's matter, the real leader has a lot of background."

"If you know it, tell me!" Tang Ziwei frowned, and added some strength to his feet.

"No, it's not enough..." Fu Xin trembled, and the moan from his mouth was barely audible.He took two breaths and said in a low voice: "This is not a place to talk. If you want to know the inside story, I will wait for you at the wine shop outside Chongwenmen after the palace examination on the fifteenth day, at three o'clock in Shenshi. As long as you come , I will tell you everything I know."

Tang Ziwei pondered for a moment, and replied: "Okay, I will go to the appointment."

Hearing his answer, Fu Xin immediately smiled.

Tang Ziwei looked at him, and before he retracted his foot, he also frowned.