Startled Meng

Even Xia Changying did not advocate that Yan Cijing continue to investigate. This case is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

In the beginning, there was an accident in the mausoleum, and the disaster was directed at Wei Cheng, but until now Wei Cheng did nothing, and Yang Xun, who came to investigate the case, also spent three days fishing and two days posting on the net, not paying attention to the case at all.

Fu Chun was not standing in line at the court. Yan Cijing had pinned his hopes on him, but now he is not seen every two days. It is almost enough to give Yan Cijing a Dali Temple investigation sign for him to enter and exit. Such a negative attitude Yan Cijing also guessed one or two of the reasons.

No matter what, Fu Chun was an official of Great Yin, and he obeyed the emperor's orders. If the emperor made it clear that he didn't want to deal with the case, he would not touch the emperor's brow.

Someone else might be able to help him...

Yan Cijing sat in the small room reserved for them to investigate cases in the Wenhua Palace, closed a personnel case book of the East Palace, looked at Bi Shouyan who was grinding for him, and asked, "Is the Tai Tuo busy recently?"

Bi Zhixing once advised him on the job report paperwork, if he could help him, it would be like a tiger with wings added.

Bi Shouyan quickly replied: "Teacher has been ill recently and is recuperating behind closed doors. If Mr. Yan has something to do, then the next official—"

"No, thank you."

Yan Cijing's eyes dimmed, and he reopened the East Palace personnel file and flipped through it.

He also gradually gave up hope, flipping through the old books was just a show, after all, the emperor ordered a thorough investigation.

"Master Yan grew up in the capital?" Bi Shouyan asked.

"Yes." Yan Cijing pressed the pages of the book carefully and answered unconsciously.

"Master Yan Sanyuan Jidi, this kind of talent is rare in a hundred years, but before enrolling in the imperial examination, I have never heard of my lord, otherwise, I will definitely see you in person, and I won't be in the past." I only met Mr. Yan when I was young..."

"Ok?"

Bi Shouyan's grinding force suddenly intensified, and the ink stained his little finger. He licked his dry lips and said, "Master Yan, did you ever feel lonely when you are in a high place? Life is alive, and it is a good idea to find a confidant." Things that Shouyan never dared to think about before.”

"Lord Bi, I'm going out of the palace for a while."

Yan Cijing closed the book solemnly, and walked straight to the door.

Bi Shouyan watched Yan Cijing leave, knowing that he didn't listen to what he said just now, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little disappointed.

He rubbed a little bit of ink stain on his little finger, it faded away, and the little bit of thought was lost, hesitating, went around behind the desk to look through the book that had been turned back.

There is nothing special in the book, it just lists the whereabouts of Prince Yin's guards, who either died of illness or were transferred to work in a distant place.

However, there was a special person who had just been transferred to the East Palace from the Department of Bodyguards, and was transferred back to the Department of Bodyguards before he got the talisman.

It's a pity that Bi Shouyan didn't know the details of the case after all, and now he still had some hazy feelings in his heart, otherwise he would realize that this clue was not trivial, and he would have to stop Yan Cijing from going to the bodyguard department.

Yu Fang knew that the one who came to the bodyguard department before Yan Cijing.

He disguised himself as a groom and followed Xie Xuan into the duty room in the west corner of the city. The guards had just finished their shift, and the yard was quiet, and the snoring in the side room was loud.

It was not easy to watch the night, Xie Xuan didn't wake up the group of people, and walked around the main hall with Yu Fangzhi alone, and walked to the firewood room.

Xie Xuan explained as he walked: "This brother has been working for decades, and he can speak well in the team. It's strange to run away suddenly. I plan to ask about the situation, and I will report to the police after I ask clearly, so I closed the firewood room. .”

"Hush——" Yu Fangzhi suddenly pulled Xie Xuan back, motioning to a shadow standing in the woodshed.

Xie Xuan immediately shut up, put his hand on the handle of the knife, bent slightly and walked up.

The two walked quickly to the door without making a sound, but they didn't hear the sound from inside the door. Xie Xuan felt bad, so he broke open the door and rushed in.

"stop!"

Xie Xuan swung his sword to split the man in black who was about to strangle him to death, Yu Fangzhi followed, and golden leaves flew out from his sleeve, cutting off the sleeve arrow shot by the man in black at the hostage.

The man in black glanced over, and couldn't hide his shock when he saw Qing Yufangzhi's face. Soon, he dodged the long sword in Xie Xuan's hand and jumped out of the window.

Xie Xuan was about to chase, but Yu Fangzhi was faster than him, and flew past him, he hurriedly shouted: "Catch the alive!"

Before he finished speaking, he knew that the neck of the man in black had been broken.

No wonder Yu Fangzhi moved too fast, he deliberately wanted the man in black to die.

The man in black has recognized him. No matter whose dog the man in black is, Yu Fangzhi must not reveal the news of his appearance in the bodyguard department today. Xie Xuan knew what he was doing.

Yu Fangzhi shook off the dying corpse, turned around, smiled apologetically, and said, "I missed it!"

Xie Xuan looked at Yu Fangzhi with a sad face, and complained: "You are too ruthless."

Yu Fangzhi shrugged and pointed to the person behind Xie Xuan.

The young general who escaped from the dead was called Sun Yulin, and he crawled over to hug Xie Xuan's leg, wiping tears on his trouser leg, "Commander! I was wrong! I dare not hide it from you again! I tell you! I can say anything!"

"Please, please save me!"

Yu Fangzhi twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that it would take a lot of effort to get him to speak, but he didn't expect that it would take no effort at all.

The language here is fairly smooth, but Li Gong's Yan Cijing is hard to say.

He left the palace in a hurry, boarded a car waiting nearby, and ordered to go to the west corner of the city.

Before he ordered to hurry up, the coachman was eager to reincarnate, the sound of the whip was sharp and piercing, the carriage was shaking and unstable, Yan Cijing sat in it and dared not even say a word, for fear of biting his tongue.

When he got to the place, he was still a little unsteady after getting out of the car. Yan Cijing wondered if there were still so many potholes in Ye City?His head was dazed, he forgot to pay for the carriage, and the coachman drove the horse away without asking, in the same hurry as when he came.

Yan Cijing regained his composure, and showed the talisman sign to the guard at the gate. No one dared to stop the sign of Dali Temple.

The guards let him go immediately, leading the way and leading Yan Cijing into the door.

"Is there a person in the bodyguard department named Sun Yulin?"

"Go back to your lord, yes."

"Bring him here, I have something to ask him."

"Yes, the adults wait in the room for a while, and the younger ones call him over immediately."

Yan Cijing asked again: "Thank you Commander, where are you now?"

The guard said: "The commander led the team to patrol the streets."

"Understood, you go."

Yan Cijing stood in front of the closed hall, and was about to push it open, but felt that something was wrong. He glanced back at the guards who had gone away, and looked around the small courtyard where he was, and found that it was strangely quiet.

The fingertips touched the door panel, it was very slippery, Yan Cijing didn't push it away, and twisted his fingers, it was full of dust, this door was full of dust!

This is not the place where the guards are on duty at all!

Yan Cijing felt uneasy and wanted to leave immediately.

"Master Yan! Come in when you come?"

The voice from the room was gloomy like thunder, and the back of Yan Cijing's neck became even colder. He stood stiffly, enduring it, and almost broke the talisman in his hand.

Before he could climb the stairs, the door opened, and dust and dust swarmed in, invading his nasal cavity and blocking his sight, but even if it was covered with a layer of veil, Yan Cijing would not fail to recognize him, lying on the low bed. A leisurely tea drinker.

"Master Black Hawk."

Hei Ying grinned, showing his ghostly yellow teeth, "Master Yan, it's finally here."