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"The one who killed Lu Feng was definitely not the Taiwei, nor was the Taiwei the owner of the Wuji Pavilion." After returning to the Yan Mansion, Xie Yu'an firmly said to Yan Qingchuan.

"I know, this is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that the owner of the Wuji Pavilion and His Majesty coincided with." Yan Qingchuan paused for a moment, his eyes a little dazed, "Your Majesty wants to use the Wuji Pavilion to cause chaos and clean the court. The pavilion master also wants to pour dirty water on the Taiwei."

"Today's Taiwei is just like my father back then...the power is in the hands of the government and the public. Even if he has no ambition, he will become a victim of the struggle for imperial power."

Yan Qingchuan choked up slightly: "Even if there was no tax and bank theft case back then, there would be other reasons for my father to die of infamy..."

Xie Yu'an embraced Yan Qingchuan, and promised: "I will... definitely return your father's innocence."

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"How's the poison test going?" Xie Yu'an walked into Qingtian Division's studio and asked when facing him.

Rong Shi shook his head while taking off his gloves: "We tested all the food on Lu Feng's table and found no poison, but the last wine he drank contained Nirvana."

Rong Shi pondered for a moment and said: "It is not so much that he died of poisoning, it is more likely that he should have some kind of food contraindication, and then accidentally entered two mutually exclusive foods under unknown circumstances, coupled with the Nirvana in wine, resulting in sudden death."

"That is to say, the murderer is very familiar with Lu Feng, so familiar with his dietary taboos." Xie Yu'an recalled in her heart the information on Lu Feng collected by Wen Ruoge. Sheng Huaimin's subordinates were former students, but later they parted ways due to disagreements in political views.

The prime minister, the prime minister again, when I think about it carefully, the prime minister has more or less connections with the people in all the cases along the way.

Xie Yu'an clenched his fists, then went to Wenruo Pavilion, called a person with medical skills to pretend to be a doctor, and then went to the Prime Minister's Mansion Min.

When he came to the prime minister's mansion, the door was opened by a refined and handsome young man. This man's facial features were very similar to Sheng Huaimin's. Xie Yu'an realized that this person should be Sheng Yueran, the son of Sheng Huaimin who was an official outside.

Xie Yu'an clasped his hands in salute: "The young one is ordered by Mr. Yan Qingchuan, Shaoqing of the Qingtian Division, to bring the doctor to visit Mr. Prime Minister."

Sheng Yueran glanced at her, then turned sideways: "Come in."

Entering the prime minister's mansion, the mansion was exceptionally clean, with a pungent smell of Chinese herbal medicine wafting in the air, this smell became more intense as Xie Yu'an walked to Sheng Huaimin's wing.

Sheng Yueran stopped outside the door and said in a low voice: "Father, Qingchuan sent someone to find a doctor to see you."

There were two coughs in the room, followed by Sheng Huaimin's weak and hoarse voice, "Come in."

Xie Yu'an led the doctor into the wing room, and saw Sheng Huaimin half leaning on the bed, his whole body was erect, his cheeks were so thin that his cheekbones protruded, his eyes were dull, and his lips were pale. Such a sick appearance could not be disguised.

Xie Yu'an went to the bed and saluted, "Little Yan An, I came to visit the Prime Minister by order of my lord. My lord has been busy with the case of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs these days and has no time to get away. I hope the Prime Minister will forgive you."

Sheng Huaimin waved his hand: "It's okay, Qingchuan has a heart, and recently he has been looking for doctors from many places to treat the old man."

Xie Yu'an raised his chin at the doctor.

The doctor immediately walked to the couch, and after a brief look and question about Sheng Huaimin, he pulled up the quilt covering Sheng Huaimin's legs, and then lifted up his trouser legs.

Immediately, there was a decaying smell in the room, and the source of this smell was Sheng Huaimin's calf.I saw that the muscle was atrophied, and there was a huge wound in the middle of the calf with only thin flesh hanging on the bone.

The wound was raw, rotten, red and swollen, mixed with dirty blood and transparent tissue fluid, giving off a foul smell.

Xie Yu'an's brows twitched. After all, the doctor is used to seeing these terrible wounds, so he just asked calmly, "How long has it been like this, Prime Minister?"

There was fine sweat oozing from Sheng Huaimin's face, and he had an expression of unbearable pain, "It's been two or three months, and the previous doctor said that the bones are rotting, from the inside out, even if you cut off this leg, it won't help. .”

Xie Yu'an took another look at the horrifying wound, and couldn't help feeling a little shaken in his heart. The wound couldn't be fake. If the prime minister had been seriously injured like this two months ago, how could it be the Wuji Pavilion who was healthy and healthy before the explosion? Lord.

"Prime Minister, take care of yourself. The court is shaking now. If you fall too, there will be no one around His Majesty to share his worries." Xie Yu'an said with concern.

Sheng Huaimin smiled cordially: "Even if you have the heart, but you are powerless, go back and wait for me to say hello to Qingchuan."

After Xie Yu'an left, the wing room became quiet, and after a while, Sheng Yueran walked into the room, holding a plate in his hand, which contained a bowl of sake and a sharp dagger.

Sheng Huaimin swept away Cai's weakness, sat up and said with dark eyes: "Bring it, I will do it myself."

Sheng Yue said worriedly: "Father, do you want to use some anesthetic?"

"No need." Sheng Huaimin said coldly, took the dagger, lifted his trouser legs, and poured strong wine on the bloody wound.

His jaw was tense, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he gritted his teeth without making any sound. Then he took the dagger again, raised the knife in his hand, and forcefully gouged out the carrion on the wound.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "This medicine that can make people's flesh and blood rot is really well-deserved. Next, it's time for my golden cicada to shed its shell."

"Father, we already have [-] soldiers and horses in southern Xinjiang, plus [-] soldiers and horses from the Qiyin tribe outside Xinjiang and [-] fine armor from Ming City, it is enough to break through the imperial city. Why do you have to suffer so much?"

Faced with his son's concern, Sheng Huaimin was not only unmoved, but even slightly angry: "Rebellion? You want to be written into the history books, let me, and the entire Sheng family be infamous forever? Besides, do you think the emperor is really so useless? If it wasn't for pulling the Taiwei off the horse this time just in line with the emperor's wishes, how could it be so smooth?"

"To seek a high position, you must take it slowly. I want power and fame. I want future generations to record my merits and great achievements, not verbal criticism from literati and officials."

Sheng Yueran was trained to bow his head, and said embarrassingly: "My son understands."

Sheng Huaimin waved his hand wearily: "Go ahead, release the prepared news in the past few days, and the plan that has been laid out for so many years should be closed."

"Yes."

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On that day, the streets of Jingdu looked extremely deserted. A funeral procession came from the other side of the avenue. Paper money and white banners were flying in the sky, and the yellow paper fell on the ground and was rolled up by fine sand.

The common people gathered on the side of the street, watching the funeral procession of Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice heading out of Beijing.

Lu Feng is one of the six ministers, a second-rank official, and the emperor's uncle, so Emperor Yuan Qian made an exception and raised the specifications for Lu Feng's funeral.

Xie Yu'an and Yan Qingchuan also stood in the crowd, listening to the whispers of the people beside them.

"This year and a half has not yet passed, how many court officials have died, even the former crown prince..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's right, some people say that our Daqi's life is over."

"What Daqi's life is at an end, what people say is...the Chu family's life is at an end, and they can't keep this big world anymore."

Speaking of the last sentence, the man's voice was extremely low, obviously aware of the seriousness of the words.

Xie Yu'an and Yan Qingchuan looked at each other with solemn expressions.

That's right, ever since Lu Feng's death was exposed, there has been a rumor in the capital for some reason, saying that the royal family of the Chu family is doomed and can't suppress the dragon spirit in the world, and all the accidents in the past year are signs from the heavens, saying that the world is about to change. host.

When the news reached the ears of Emperor Yuan Qian, he was furious, and used thunderous means to rectify public opinion.However, these rumors have been heard by the people and planted in their hearts. If they don't say it, it doesn't mean they don't think about it.

And not long after, the death of another person pushed this nonsense rumor to the top again.

After several months of lingering sickness, the prime minister finally died.

When the news reached Xie Yu'an, she was stunned and fell into suspicion for a moment, could it be that the real culprit was not the prime minister.

She immediately returned to Yan's mansion, but the mansion was already empty.

She naturally knew where Yan Qingchuan had gone, so she hurried to the Prime Minister's Mansion, where white banners were already hung high, and there was a coffin parked in the lobby, Yan Qingchuan knelt alone on the futon in front of the coffin, his back slightly bent.

"Master Yan..." Xie Yu'an approached slowly.

Yan Qingchuan looked back at her, she didn't cry, but looked a little confused, that kind of confusion, Xie Yu'an has seen it before, when he read Yan Qingchuan's past memories before, when the news of Yan Zheng's death reached Yan Qingchuan's ears, that kind of confusion She didn't cry either, but was as confused as she is now.

Confused to helpless, mortals can only see their own powerlessness in the face of life and death.

Xie Yu'an knelt in front of Yan Qingchuan on one knee, and gently rested her head on his shoulder, giving her silent companionship and comfort.

With the sound of gongs and drums and the flying of paper money, another grand funeral ceremony was ushered in Kyoto in just a few days.

The person who died was an honest and upright prime minister who had been an official for dozens of years. Some people on the street couldn't help crying, bemoaning the departure of a generation of honest and loyal officials.

The whole of Kyoto was shrouded in sadness, and the bustling avenues in the past were deserted and lonely.

At the same time, the results of the investigation into Lu Feng's death came out. Through the torture and interrogation of the servants at the palace banquet that night, one of the maids confessed that someone had made her add Nirvana to Master Lu's wine.

The maid said that she didn't know who this person's master was, only that they did this to revenge Lord Lu.

But by coincidence, not long before the Dragon Boat Festival, a son of the He clan fell into Lu Feng's hands for committing a crime, and was beheaded directly because of the excessive punishment for the crime.

Although there is no way to verify the testimony of the court lady, and there are many doubts in it, Taiwei He Xiao was still convicted of poisoning Lu Feng. Emperor Yuan Qian was very angry and ordered He Xiao to be beheaded at the Meridian Gate in the near future, and all his family properties were confiscated. More than 300 people, including Bangzhi, were implicated in this case.

However, on the day of the execution, there was a prison robbery, and the main line of the He family fled to the army under the jurisdiction of He Yi in the frontier.He Yi led the [-] frontier troops to close the city gates, as if they were actually rebelling against one of them.

Emperor Yuan Qian was furious, and directly displayed the heads of the other relatives of the He family who failed to escape, and hung their heads on the city wall to warn the world.

At the same time, Emperor Yuan Qian immediately dispatched troops from various cities to gather troops to send troops to the border, and the war was imminent.

The peaceful world was finally turned into a pot of muddy water.