The boss always wants to kill me

"Brother Huang still remembers the case of Prime Minister He Zhiyi's treason 16 years ago." Cang Bi went around behind the emperor and obediently rubbed his forehead for him, but what she said made people even more headache, "There is a folk legend It is said that Prime Minister He bowed for the country and was loyal to the late emperor. Even the common people know it, and it is impossible to do such a rebellious thing. If you say that it is the emperor, you...will you be misjudged?"

Zhao Chengyin's pupils flickered slightly, revealing a subtle pain, he raised his hand to hold Cang Bi's wrist, and asked him to stop: "The evidence of He Xiang's treason case is solid, and the personnel affairs of the year are over, so don't ask any more questions."

"Brother Huang." Of course Cangbi refused to give up.

"Cheng Si!" Zhao Chengyin interrupted him, picked up his pen, and continued to review the memorial, "Retire."

The intention of expulsion was so obvious, Cangbi could only bow and salute: "Brother Emperor, Cheng Si resigns." He left the hall with a resigned Wuming, and all the guards waited for a while, still keeping a distance, and scattered to keep up.

The emperor put down his pen, turned his head to look out of the half-open window, and fixed his eyes on Cangbi, the guard with a sword in an out-of-fitting civilian robe: "Mr. He..."

In Yongle Palace, the palace gate was closed tightly, and even the personal maids were screened out, leaving only the prince and the personal guards.

The corners of Wuming's eyes twitched, and he approached Cangbi: "What about the truth?"

"Brother Huang certainly doesn't know the truth. After all, investigations, searches, and house raids must be handled by officials." Cangbi took a step back, closed her eyes and thought, clenched her hands into fists, and tapped lightly on the center of her eyebrows. He paused his hand, thinking of something, his eyes lit up, "Dossier! All the files related to the officials of the DPRK and China are kept in Wenyuan Pavilion!"

The last touch of crimson in the sky disappeared, and the deep dark blue covered the universe. The two of them even skipped dinner, accompanied by a group of guards who couldn't get rid of them, and came to Wenyuan Pavilion, a four-story library building in the palace. .

Cangbi ordered the guards who followed closely not to enter. As a prince, he asked the guards to open the door, and walked straight to the third floor with Wuming: "This floor is for files related to officials. 16 years The previous Prime Minister's record should be in..."

He can be regarded as a frequent visitor of Wenyuan Pavilion, but he basically only visits the first floor where there are books and stories. He never cares about temple affairs. He doesn't know how to find them. When they came out, they could only rummage through the grids like Wuming looking for a needle in a haystack, but Wuming found it first.

"It's these two volumes." As soon as Wuming took down the file, Cangbi snatched it away more anxiously than he did, instead of going to check the case at the end of the cabinet, he spread the file on the ground, knelt down casually, Flip through the pages.

"He Zhiyi, a native of Huaizhou, twenty-one high school champion..." Cangbi's jade-like slender fingertips traced a line of words, carefully reading the life stories described in the dossier.

Wuming also knelt down on one knee, stuck to his side, looked at the file, and only paid attention to it for a moment, as if he didn't care much about the truth that he should be looking for, and turned his head slightly, turning his gaze to the focused Cang Bi.

The dim candlelight shone on Wuxia's cheeks, adding a bit of warmth to Cangbi's normally fair face, Wuming was stunned, and only heard the clear voice whispering like a spring in his ears, but he didn't know what he was muttering , this voice merged with the chant that traveled through eternity in memory.

"Shanyin Mingyu, white and moist, has been in the vastness for thousands of years, and the moonlight is contained in it, which can calm the mind and calm the soul..."

"Master, I have it." Cangbi turned her head suddenly, almost bumping into the tip of Wuming's nose, and was taken aback by the face so close at hand. The next moment, she didn't know whether it was the reflection of the candlelight or the black pupils staring at her. It was so shocking that my cheeks involuntarily burned.

He lowered his eyes slightly, stepped back a little, and said silently several times in his heart, "My heart is Lian Yun, how can I have such thoughts about him?" Then he raised his eyes, only to see the fierce look on Wuming's face , but made people calm down: "These two pages record the case of He Xiang's conspiracy."

The dossier records are very detailed. The reason is that when Jing Zhaoyin visited the He Mansion, he discovered that when the emperor ascended the throne, several sinners released by the Amnesty World gathered in the He Mansion. These people were originally charged with detrimental actions against the imperial court and the royal family. .After Jing Zhaoyin secretly reported it, the emperor ordered people to investigate, and finally found several letters in He Xiang's study.

The letters are also attached at the end of the dossier. There are four letters in total, with different handwritings and different signatures. They are believed to be letters sent by the enemies they communicated with, and they are also used as evidence for the final conviction.

"My father would never do such a thing, and no criminals have ever come to the house, that Jing Zhaoyin, and that Jing Zhaoyin again." Wuming angrily punched the wooden cabinet stand.

There was an ear-piercing sound of wood rubbing against each other, and the wooden cabinet fell backwards. Cangbi was startled, and hurriedly used her hands and feet to help her up. Fortunately, a piece of the file fell off, reducing the weight of the cabinet by half. , put the fallen file back to its original place: "This Jing Zhaoyin is really not a good thing."

Cangbi picked up the file, read it again in detail, and her head hurt even more: "The few officials who have handled this case, except for Jing Zhaoyin and Li Taifu, the rest either died of illness, or committed crimes and were executed... "

"It's impossible to be such a coincidence, someone must be in the way."

"Who is so bold to obstruct Wenyuan Pavilion in the middle of the night?"

When the middle-aged man's voice came, Cangbi and Wuming turned their heads at the same time, and looked from the gaps in the neatly arranged wooden cabinets. One was wearing an official uniform, and he was leading eight guards behind him, walking calmly.

That person was also looking at this side, met Wuming's eyes, smiled disdainfully, saw Cangbi again, but pretended not to see him, stopped three wooden cabinets away from Cangbi, and waved his hand: "Go and explore, Who is so bold to break into Wenyuan Pavilion in the middle of the night, if he is an assassin, he will be punished on the spot."

Without waiting for a group of guards to come, Cangbi took the lead to walk up the aisle, with a beautiful face, half of which was illuminated by the warm candlelight, and the other half was illuminated by the cold moonlight, her emerald green eyes swept over everyone one by one: "My lord!" Let's check some files, why are there still people who want to disturb you?"

Seeing that it was the prince, the guards hurriedly apologized and knelt down, but Taifu Li took his time, waved away the guards blocking the way, took two steps forward, and bowed casually: "So it's the prince, who came to Wenyuan Pavilion late at night , is there any urgent case to investigate?"

"What does this king want to investigate and report to you?" Cang Bi raised her chin, showing no sign of weakness.

"My lord, of course you don't need to report, but..." Taifu Li glanced at Wuming, "It's not appropriate for idlers to trespass on Wenyuan Pavilion. But if an assassin with ulterior motives sneaks into the palace and endangers His Majesty's life, I'm afraid the guards, and even my head, will be hard to protect."

"Teacher was joking, besides this king and you, here are the guards of the inner court, why are there other people here?" The anger on Cangbi's face could no longer be concealed, and she snorted coldly, "It's late at night, and this king is tired. He Lang, go back to the palace."

"Wait." Li Taifu took another step forward, raising his hand to stop Cangbi.