Mingguan, the Dali Temple Minister, was really a little confused. Feng Wuhen dared to come to visit Guo and Lu at such a critical moment. Even if he did not avoid suspicion, he had to have a chance. What's more, when Guo Hanjin and Lu Simang could make a comeback after this disaster. It is still unknown. It is worth the prince's efforts to take such a big risk?

Having said that, Mingguan had been an official for many years and still understood the principle of being cautious in his words and actions. After Feng Wuhen made a request, he was slightly embarrassed for a while and ordered his subordinates to let him go. However, he also hinted that Feng Wuhen would submit the matter secretly. After all, the emperor had many eyes and eyes, and hiding it would make people disgusting.

Although it was considered a prison, Feng Wuhen had no other feeling except for the unspeakable depression when he stepped into it. The air even had a smell of incense. It seemed that the treatment of these prisoners in Dali Temple was really good. Although the prisoners did not know who Feng Wuhen was, they saw that even the third-rank Dali Temple Minister Mingguan were accompanied by him respectfully, and they felt that this person was extraordinary and were cautious, fearing that something would happen if he had done anything.

Ming Jue carefully protected Feng Wuhen. After all, he was in a prison area, so Feng Wuhen could not keep the people in full swing. Xu Chunshu and others stayed in front of the hall, and only he followed him. Although he was guarding against assassins and accidents, Ming Jue still did not forget the master's order. Several ingots of silver with tens of taels of silver were stuffed into the prison guard's arms quietly, which surprised those people and had a little more flattering expression.

Guo Hanjin and Lu Simang did not expect that it was just the second day after they arrived in the capital. Feng Wuhen came to visit him in person. He stood up and saluted, and even said tremblingly. Seeing this, Mingguanqian immediately politely spoke to the prince and quickly left in the name of busy official duties. As for the jailer, he retreated with the opportunity, and there were only four people left in the room.

Without waiting for instructions, Ming Jue was guarding the door like a door god, his sharp eyes swept around, and he didn't want to have any eyes rushing around. Seeing that there was no one around, Guo Hanjin and Lu Simang could no longer help but feel excited, "Your Highness, please save the official!" Lu Simang didn't care about his official posture and repeatedly said, "Old Guo and I have never been so unlucky in our lives. We have encountered any strange things. After so long, we finally got to this position, but we suffered great disasters. If the emperor strictly investigated and dealt with this time, we would not be able to save our lives!"

Feng Wuhen quickly helped the two of them up, but his expression was gentle and gentle, "Hanqing, Lunlun, you don't have to do this. Even if you don't mention the merits of you when you were in Fujian, I will definitely not believe that this matter is related to you. At most, it is just a crime of misunderstanding and will never have any worries about life. The father is a polite lord, and the wise slightest thing is that we ministers can guess. As long as you write a letter to accept your sins, he should be lenient to you."

Guo and Lu heard it at first, and there were no outsiders here. Why did Feng Wuhen do such an official article? However, the two of them had been together in the officialdom for many years and soon understood the true meaning of the words of His Highness. Could it be that this was not only for themselves, but also for others? When they thought of this, they felt a chill on their backs and a cold sweat bleed on their foreheads. Fortunately, the two had just been imprisoned and were depressed and no longer had the temperament of talking. Otherwise, if there was anything disrespectful in the words, it would be that there were ten heads that were not enough to cut them.

"Thank you for your reminder." Guo Hanjin said in a trepidated manner, "The two officials and the officials will write the Fubian memorial as soon as possible. Lord Yao died innocently in Fujian. The officials are indeed guilty and cannot be refuted." As he said, he took out a handkerchief from time to time to wipe his tears, looking like he regretted his original intention, "I just hope that the emperor can see that the officials have a little effort in Fujian, and allow us to make meritorious contributions. My wish is enough."

Feng Wuhen nodded secretly, commending Guo Hanjin's heart in his heart. He could just act slightly, and he could continue the conversation. He was worthy of being a cunning man. Lu Simang did not fall behind, but he also said with tears in his eyes: "Don't worry, your highness, you are also a person who knows the general, and you will never dare to evade your guilt and make your Highness embarrassed."

Seeing that the opera was almost done, Feng Wuhen sighed to the sky and said, "The court officials thought that there were many people who were assassinated this time. I think this king was too arrogant and ostentatious in Fujian, which attracted people's jealousy. However, although Lord Yao's death was innocent, he actually dared to proclaim himself to be misleading in the county government office. He did not know the official style and did not follow the official manners. Fortunately, Fang Zhihai knew a lot about his duty. When he reported to the court, he concealed this matter and only reported it to me alone. Otherwise, if it was spread, the people would not know what to think!"

The two realized that Feng Wuhen's words were probably for those who were watching in the dark, and quickly agreed. Feng Wuhen continued: "Some of the court officials were afraid of the king's power in Fujian, and even secretly gave him the title of "King of Fujian". However, they didn't know that if I was really willing to manage the land of Fujian Province, how could I not communicate with my mother's uncle? Lord Xiao is the Minister of Personnel, and one sentence can be changed. Why should Yao Mu go to Fujian to be the governor? Song Junxian is a famous Fangzheng person. If he said that he had a close relationship with me, he would have to make him die for me, do you think it is possible? Unfortunately, those people just stared at me and didn't think about the situation before Fujian. It's a pity!"

Even though Guo Hanjin and Lu Simang were deeply aware of the facts behind the scenes, they were confused by Feng Wuhen's half-true words. After a while, they woke up and secretly praised the master for his whole set of acting. How could the two of them fall behind? They also sighed, making the spy who eavesdropped beside the copper tube confused. He has been in this industry for many years, but he has never seen two prisoners who are waiting to be guilty not to discuss with his master how to get rid of the crime, but to confess his guilt sincerely. However, he did not dare to misinterpret these words at will. He was not the only one who listened. At that time, everything will be sorted out and submitted to the Emperor's Holy Punishment. He has to hurry up.

After leaving the door of Dali Temple, Feng Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief. He had been in the mansion for too long, and what he should do was over again. It was time to loosen his muscles and bones. He glanced at the many followers, waved his hand to summon Xu Chunshu, and whispered a few instructions. Xu Chunshu was a little surprised at the master's unexpected request, but after thinking about the people around him, he still agreed. So Feng Wuhen changed the prince's clothes in the sedan chair, and then sent the sedan chair and some followers back, leaving only Xu Chunshu and a few guards in casual clothes.

Compared to the other guards who had followed Feng Wuhen for a long time, Qiu Qingyuan felt excited. After returning to the capital, he and three other people were allowed to entourage the Prince of Qin, so they handed over the errands in the palace. In the eyes of these people, although the guards of the royal palace are not honored than the guards of the imperial palace, they have much less rules and are not under the jurisdiction of so many superiors. Xu Chunshu was a tolerant boss. Unless necessary, they were usually rarely punished. The rewards given by Feng Wuhen were often not stingy, so they were particularly glad to be able to stay in the palace. After all, the guards in the imperial palace were not easily promoted.

The streets of the capital were still bustling. Feng Wuhen smiled and looked at the few people not far away quarreling over the price of goods. The two young girls next to him were choosing boxes of rouge and water. For them, things in the court were always out of reach. If there were no such things as back then, I would probably be living such a life, right?

He shook his head and drove away this absurd idea. If he was still there, the only possibility was to be hungry and cold, and then get married and have children like an ordinary person, and do nothing. Although life is full of dangers, it is suitable for his restlessness. If he follows the logic of ordinary people, should he send someone to search for the traces of the real prince and then kill someone to silence him? Unfortunately, he didn't even know where he came from back then, which was really ironic.

"Hey, have you heard of it? Miss Tang, a beautiful lady who is famous in the capital, is going to get out of the house?" A middle-aged man next to the road said mysteriously, "I heard that it is today. I don't know what happened recently. Those ladies are getting married one by one, and I'm afraid that all the young men will hate her."

Miss Tang, a name suddenly flashed through Feng Wuhen's mind. Could it be Tang Jianrou? Although he had never seen this lady who was known as the No. 1 talented woman in the capital, he had heard others mention it many times, and even had a few people in Yiyun Pavilion. However, he was relieved. This matter had nothing to do with him at all. He cared about so much? After looking around, Feng Wuhen saw a clean teahouse next to the road. He walked in. The guards behind him looked at each other and hurriedly followed him.

The plaque of the teahouse is titled "Shuiyu Shengyan". Although it is not written by a famous artist, it is also handsome and upright, with a bit of artistic conception. Looking at the few tea shops sitting in groups of three or three, it is obvious that it is not the time for business to come. When I saw that I had something to come to my house, the client wanted to come forward to greet him, but was blocked by the shopkeeper. This man is in his fifties, with gray hair, but still energetic. Judging from his posture, he seemed to be the owner of this small teahouse.

"This man, Qizhou Bifeng, Longjing in front of the rain or Junshan Silver Needle?" The shopkeeper nodded and cursed. His teahouse had been open for many years, and his eyes were the most vicious. No one of the wealthy people could escape his eyes. Seeing that the young man was dressed in extraordinary clothes and had several guards behind him, they were obviously the children of the whole family.

"It's okay, as long as you master the heat well, all famous teas will be the same." Feng Wuhen said with a faint expression.

"That's right, I'm really an expert." The shopkeeper quickly flattered. He wouldn't understand the character of these wealthy families. He couldn't taste any tribute tea. Today, he was just a temporary person. He didn't need a friend, and started to work on his own, and surprised the tea guests. Everyone knew that although the shopkeeper had superb tea skills, he rarely did it himself. Today, it was really strange. A few good things quickly looked at Feng Wuhen and his party. After a glance, the sharp eyes of the guards ejaculated, which scared the few people quickly turned around. It turned out that the young master of the aristocratic family wanted to try it out. No wonder the shopkeeper was so flattering.

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