The Beimen Pavilion was arranged early in the morning, so there should be no need to worry. But for some reason, it was a rare day of vacation. Shen Zaiye didn't go anywhere, and he was just lying on the recliner in the yard in a daze.

Zhan Lu stood aside, looked at his master's erratic eyes, and coughed gently: "The weather is good today. Don't you want to go into the palace to have a look?"

His eyes had a focal length, and he turned his head in the wild. His scattered ink hair blocked half of his eyes, looking extremely lazy.

"Slightly tired, I don't want to move."

Since I got up, I have just gone to Zhengchun Pavilion to send me off. What's so tired? Zhan Lu felt that he couldn't understand and couldn't help but reach out to his master's forehead.

It's okay...

He patted his hand away and frowned: "If you have time to stick here, why not go and see how things are going."

"Master, don't worry." Zhan Lu said: "Everything is under planning, and Mrs. Jiang is not prepared at all. When the meal prepared at noon is over, it's time to set off."

"What if she doesn't eat?"

"No, the mansion did not prepare breakfast for Mrs. Jiang, and King Jing is here. Even if she means something, she will definitely move her chopsticks. Even if she really doesn't eat, the maid standing next to her will feed her." Zhan Lu thought for a while and said, "But she should be able to eat it myself."

In this way, Chen Zaiye nodded, continued to lie flat and looked at the clouds in the sky, and sighed softly.

The sigh seemed nothing unusual to others, but Zhan Lu was shocked, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at him in surprise.

Zhan Lu has been with Shen Zaiye for too long, so long that he could feel the change in his mood in his tone. The last time he sighed like this, it seemed like he had left that place two years ago. Heavy and regretful, but he fell down, but he was firm and determined, as if he had made some difficulties and had to make a decision.

It has been two years since the master’s emotions have never had any huge fluctuations. How could it be today...

Frowning, Zhan Lu pursed his lips, turned around and took a few steps back, waved his hand to the person standing at the gate of the yard and asked, "What's wrong with the Beimen Pavilion?"

The servant looked panicked and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Jingto Yamen just passed a message saying that the Prime Minister's carriage encountered a stabbing halfway...it was being investigated."

What?! Zhan Lu was shocked and quickly turned around and wanted to report the situation, but almost hit the chin of the wild.

"Why didn't you come to report earlier?" Chen Zaiye stood behind Zhan Lu, his face a little gloomy: "If you don't ask, do you plan to keep it hidden?"

The servant looked pale and knelt down and said, "The Prime Minister Ming Jian, the news just now is about to go in and report..."

"How long has it happened?" interrupted him impatiently and asked Shen Zaiye.

"It's been... half an hour."

"waste!"

He pulled his cloak over in anger, Shen Zaiye walked out with a calm face: "When did the news from the Prime Minister's House become so slow?"

Zhan Lu hurriedly followed behind and whispered: "You closed Wenfengtang two days ago."

The people in Wenfeng Hall were responsible for the news transmission of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but the spy was closed in anger by Shen Zai. At this time, no one could send the news back like they did.

He snorted coldly, Chen Zaiye went out to get on his horse, and ran towards the North Gate Pavilion without saying a word.

The people from the Kyoto Yamen were watching the situation at the intersection of the street. They saw that it was the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion. No one dared to move around. However, the three people next to them were unconscious and there was no one in the car. If some important person was kidnapped, it would be a big trouble. Therefore, the people in the Kyoto Yamen were anxious to find a way, but they did not inform the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as possible.

There are not many people coming and going around at this intersection, and no one knows what happened, so it is difficult to track down.

The headmaster was staring at the carriage in a daze. Suddenly, the horse was neighing behind him. Before he could turn around, his clothes were pulled over.

"Where are people?"

Shen Zaiye's expression was very relaxed, as if he was asking casually, but the chill in his eyes scared the little captain's head and legs were weak, and he hurriedly said, "I don't know! It seems that something happened here, and the people in the car disappeared..."

He frowned slightly, Chen Zaiye let go of him and patted his clothes gently: "The person is gone, won't he go to find him?"

"...Yes!" The headmaster shook his body and quickly waved his hand to let the constables present scatter, and sent people to chase each street.

What can I catch up with this? I suppressed my anger in my heart, Shen Zaiye lifted the curtain and looked at it, and then looked at the three people lying next to me.

"Zhanlu, wake them up."

"yes."

After searching for a basin of water, he poured it on the faces of the three of them and woke up immediately.

"Prime Minister!" The two guards knelt on the ground in panic.

"What happened?" Chen Zaiye lowered his eyes and glanced at them: "You have no power to resist at all?"

The guard was shocked and hurriedly said, "It's not that my subordinates didn't resist, but that I was not prepared for it. I was afraid that someone would knock my subordinates out of the back, and there was no time to react."

From behind? Chen Zaiye was stunned and glanced around again: "How many people did you bring when you came out?"

"Return to the prime minister, four."

Four? They pursed their lips and squinted their eyes slightly.

There are no signs of struggle in this car, and two guards are missing. It is more likely that the woman will escape with her own people than being kidnapped?

But, what did she run away? Could it be that such a foolish person still noticed that there was danger ahead?

"Zhanlu, go and stabilize Prince Jing first." After thinking about it, Chen Zaiye ordered in a deep voice: "I will go back to change my clothes first, and then go to the appointment. The rest of the people will go back to the prime minister's mansion to go to the Qing people. If there are fewer guards, they will immediately lead people to search all parts of the capital. If there are not many... then let the Kyoto Yamen find people."

"Yes!" Everyone present moved and did their own things as instructed.

Chen Zaiye got on his horse again, held the reins and thought about it, shook his head gently, and rode his horse back and ran back.

I hope it wasn't what he thought. Jiang Taohua's woman was dangerous enough. If she was still a smart person, it would be really troublesome.

Before noon was coming, the sky became gloomy inexplicably, the sun disappeared, and the wind became stronger. The side door of the Nanwang Mansion was half open, and someone ran out soon.

"Jiang?"

Looking at the person leaning against the door, Mu Wuxia looked shocked: "You, why are you..."

Jiang Taohua's blood stained her plain skirt so badly that she had no blood on her face, and she looked like she was seriously injured.

"Prince." As soon as she saw him, Taohua immediately turned red: "Maybe the prince save my life?"

"What happened?" Mu Wuxia was extremely panicked and squatted beside her, frowned: "Why don't you tell Prime Minister Chen if you are so injured?"

"Can't tell him." Taohua shook her head and gasped, "For the detailed situation, after entering the house, the prince can listen to me and say slowly. Now please think of a way to put me in your room without anyone finding out."

Mu Wuxia was stunned and then calmed down: "I understand."

Since she sent her maid to secretly hide in the palace to spread the message, she naturally didn't want others to know about it. Mu Wuxia turned around and drove all the slaves to the backyard, saying that she would be asked to speak later, and then she wrapped the peach blossoms in her cloak and let the moss carry them in.

"The people in this mansion are smart, and I have to deal with it first."

After placing her in the inner room of her room, Mu Wuxia said: "Wait for a moment."

"Okay." Jiang Taohua nodded and watched Mu Wuxia go out.

"Master." Qingmoe sat on the edge of the bed with some anxiety: "Will the prince believe us?"

"The other princes definitely won't." Take a breath, Taohua covered her waist and pursed her lips and said, "The Southern King is different. He is completely a teenager with a sense of justice. He also has doubts about Shen Zaiye."

As long as she was half right in guessing and making a mistake, he would believe it.

Qingmose sighed and couldn't help but mutter: "I thought it was a good thing to marry this Wei Dynasty, but I didn't expect it to be a dead person. I had known it if I had known..."

"Don't talk about those useless." Taohua curled her lips: "Dear sets fate, no one has the right to know it earlier. It's already like this. Why not think about how to live a good life."

She thought that marrying a wrong person was a good thing, but she didn't expect that she fell into a bigger pit. Shen Zaiye was an inhumane person and wasted a beautiful baby. She didn't need to have any other expectations for him. If you should frame him, frame him. It's important to save your life.

Qingmose was silent, and her eyes were filled with pain when she looked at her. Taohua didn't care much, and she was thinking about things while waiting for the Nanwang to come back.

Mu Wuxia really didn't leave for long. When he came back, he closed the door tightly and strode to the bed: "How are you?"

Jiang Taohua smiled and said, "Maybe it's not good, but it's surprising that the prince trusts me so much. Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

"I am very accurate in view of people." Pulling over the stool on one side and sitting down, the little prince raised his chin and said confidently: "I knew you were not a bad person when I saw you last time."

Where can I tell if she is not bad? Taohua was stunned and looked down at herself with suspicion.

"Would you like to see the doctor first for your injury?" Mu Wuxia frowned.

"When I finish speaking, if the prince believes it, then he can call him a doctor. If he doesn't believe it, there is no need to call him." After a few breaths, Taohua looked at him with a burning look.

After a slight pause, Mu Wuxia nodded: "Tell me, what's wrong."

"Prime Minister Chen wants to kill me."

"..." Taking a light breath, the little prince's eyes widened: "Why?!"

"Because he wanted King Jing to bear the charge of killing Princess Zhao, so that the rift between the emperor and King Jing could be even worse, and I could also be removed by the way, so as not to continue to stay in the prime minister's mansion and disturb his mind." Looking directly at King Nan, Jiang Taohua said word by word:
Chapter completed!