[Through the book] The host always wants to hate the system

"It seems that the case of exterminating the family was not reported by the Ministry of Criminal Justice, but by rogue bandits."

After Huaiyu finished speaking, Li Qi thought about the Wan family's matter carefully, but he remembered something: "I remember that when Dali Temple handed over the case of Wanjia to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple at that time It was still Lord Lu, where did he go after he was relegated?"

"Ah, speaking of this, Lord Lu seems to have been implicated by King Yong and was demoted to the Northwest, and then he went to Ningxi for some reason. The boy in the Captain's Mansion has not gone far, and the prince wants his subordinates to chase him down. Come back and let him check?"

But Li Qi looked out of the window and said: "It's not so troublesome, this is Fengming City."

Even so, Huai Yu had a flash of inspiration but immediately understood that his master was going to find the master of the Fengfeng Pavilion today, and now it is justified.

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At night, the clouds are like gauze and the moon is like jade, the candles in Yan Qing's room were extinguished for a moment, and there was warm honey water on the table, which was newly sent by Yan Qing's messenger.

After people entered the room, Yan Qing said coldly: "My lord knows that coming here without invitation is for theft."

He has been waiting for a long time.

Li Qi pushed open the door, the door squeaked, but people said: "Didn't the pavilion master keep this door?"

He has seen many tricks of night spying in these years, and he kept the door open because he was afraid that he would knock over the window and touch the mechanism and die in his wind and rain pavilion.

He was too lazy to waste his time: "Speak, what's the matter with the prince."

"Pavilion Master, do you know that the matter of extermination of the Wan family was directly handed over to the Dali Temple for trial?"

"I know," Yan Qing narrowed her eyes, looking sluggish like a cat hiding under a white fox fur collar, "My lord actually wants to talk about the relegation of cousin Lu Heran."

Yan asked lightly, but in a firm tone.

Li Qi heard that he didn't directly call the Shaoqing of Dali Temple by his name but brought up the knife Lu Heran, and he knew in his heart that there was an inside story in this matter. Although his main purpose of coming here was not to ask about this matter, Yan Qing opened his mouth He also complied.

Yan Qingdao: "Lu Heran's original name is Bloom, the son of the Minister of the Ministry of War of the former dynasty, when King Yong attacked the imperial capital of the former dynasty, he passed through Yiliu City. The widows and widows were alone hanging their lives and Yongwang died, and then they couldn't attack for a long time, so they thought of a way, found a prisoner who shouted something during the war, and drove straight in when the door was opened."

"Led the wolf into the house."

Li Qi commented that he had heard about this before, and Bloom seemed to shout in a local dialect: "Don't kill me, I am your family."

The catapult stopped on the tower for a while, and the rest of the guards were mostly women, children and the elderly, with compassion in their hearts, they wanted to let him go home but didn't even think about it.

Although Yan Qing has no sense of belonging to this novel world, he admires the people in Liucheng very much, so he also sighed: "I heard that there was a Dingguo Duke in Liucheng, and the whole family of Dingguo was loyal and died in the battlefield. Ao Gu was born with strong bones."

After finishing speaking, he realized that the person in front of him was the Prince of Daliang, so he coughed twice and said: "Of course, although Lu Heran has been in the court like a duck to water after surrendering, he has been tolerated by the officials in the court, but what does His Majesty mean in the meantime, my lord?" You should also understand, so Lu Heran became His Majesty's heart disease after he left Beijing."

Lu Heran was able to live like a fish in water without any support in the court because his greatest backer was His Majesty.

Nowadays, His Majesty is most afraid of officials being in groups, and Lu Heran is not tolerated by many officials, so he is His Majesty's best eyeliner. However, for some reason, this person asked to be transferred to Qinzhou Mansion and became Yongwang's subordinate.

His Majesty can't tolerate him, and the officials in the court have long disliked him, so the young minister of Dali Temple just happened to be his cousin.

In this way, the outcome of Wanjia's trial has nothing to do with who is Ningxi?

Both of them laughed without saying a word.

Li Qi watched a little honey water on the table being drunk by the other party, then looked at the indifferent man under the moonlight and said, "I wonder if the pavilion master knows a man named Yan Qing?"

"I know," Yan Qing's words were like stones that startled ripples. Looking at the expectations in Li Qi's eyes, he said again: "There is a girl in the Yan family in Fangcheng, who is gentle and beautiful. If the prince likes it, I, Fengfeng Pavilion and that Yan The family is somewhat friendly."

"That's not necessary," Li Qi said after a pause, and then looked at Yan Qing with deep meaning, "But since the pavilion master knows Yan Qing, I will ask this king if his legs and feet have improved over the years."

"I don't know who Yan Qing is, but a mere leg injury is worth worrying about."

"He is the person who lives on the apex of my king's heart."

Li Qi got up suddenly, and at the moment when Yan Qing was startled and suddenly at a loss, he had already leaned on the table to bully him, the moonlight was hazy, Yan Qing couldn't see his eyes clearly, and forgot to judge what he was going to do.

Only a few people on the tip of his heart fell on Yan Qing's ears and collected tens of millions of waves, and his peace and tranquility over the years were broken at this moment.

The moment Li Qi bullied him, he clearly knew that he should dodge, but until Li Qi touched his acupuncture points, he was still thinking about Li Qi's ambiguous words that were almost a confession.

He also understood that maybe he was thinking too much, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking further in his heart.

"Huaiyu," this call is an excellent medicine, which makes Yan Qing's thoughts fade away.

The moment Huaiyu retreated to open the door of his room, Yan Qing said coldly: I didn't know that my residence is the place where the prince can come and go whenever he wants? "

"Look at his injury."

Li Qi didn't care what Yan Qing said, Huai Yu was a little hesitant, and when he took off the mask, he gasped again.

"My lord, the injury is caused by a dagger. The half-deep knife wound under the cheekbone is the most serious wound. Although the rest of the wounds avoid the eyes..."

Huaiyu's voice stopped suddenly, he looked at Li Qi with scruples, Li Qi saw his doubts but said: "But it's okay to say."

Huaiyu knew what Yan Qing looked like when he was older, he sighed and said, "Will Pavilion Master's injury be itchy and unbearable every time it scabs over, and then fester for no reason like being burned."

Li Qi frowned slightly when he heard this, but Yan Qing said calmly: "Mr. Huaiyu also knows medical skills?"

"Huaiyu's master has inherited the prescriptions of a genius doctor, so the pavilion master can rest assured."

After listening to Liqi's words, he knew that Huaiyu was not outstanding in both civil and military affairs but could become his confidant. It turned out that he was good at organ skills and medical skills.

"Young Master Huaiyu's words are true. The injury has not healed for three years, so I have to wear this mask to avoid frightening others."

After all, Huaiyu looked at his wound carefully, and then said: "It's poison, I have seen it in medical books before, but this is the first time I have seen it, it will take some time and a long time to get rid of this poison." thing……"

"Say."

Li Qi seemed to be angry, Huaiyu glanced at Yan Qing who was smiling in one side of his eyes, and said cautiously: "Look at this wound, the pavilion master's injury seems...it seems to be his own injury."