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Zhang Hui was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why do they need to know this? How can they contact you?"

Xiaoqi Guan shook his head sadly: "I don't know, they didn't say what they would do after knowing this. If they want to contact us, they will take the initiative to find us."

Zhang Hui asked again: "Then how do you know who is looking for you?"

The little flag officer closed his mouth, lowered his head and shook his head.

Zhang Hui was a little anxious, wanting to know more details. He waved the boning knife in his hand twice, and his eyes became sinister.

"Make it clear! Otherwise..."

"That's enough!" Zhu Yunxi turned around, his face as gloomy as a puddle of stagnant water, looked at Zhang Hui who looked nervous, and snorted coldly: "Give him a good time."

Zhang Hui's eyes flashed, and he turned sideways to watch Taisun walking outside. Then he turned around, turned the boning knife in his hand, and looked at Xiaoqi Guan.

"Don't worry, since His Highness said it, you will do it faster and won't let you feel anything."

The flag officer chuckled twice, raised his head, held his neck high, and looked at Zhang Hui calmly.

"Human, having too many desires is not..."

"Cuckoo..."

Zhang Hui covered Xiaoqi Guan's eyes with one hand, and slid the boning knife across his neck with the other hand.

The blade is as sharp as a cicada's wings cutting through paper.

Blood gushed out like a spring, but when Zhang Hui let go of his hands, there was really no trace of pain on Xiao Qiguan's face.

……

"The wind and snow have become lighter."

Zhu Yunxi, who walked out of the prison in full clothes, stood in the courtyard of a locust tree with only one leaf missing, looked up at the sky with only scattered snowflakes falling, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke and hot air.

Tian Mai was waiting in the locust tree courtyard. When he saw his grandson coming out, he walked closer in the snow and said, "Your Highness."

Zhu Yunxi's eyes flickered and he looked at Tian Mai: "The matter has been found out, but not everything has been found out."

Tian Mai raised his head with confusion in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Tian Mai whispered: "Do you want my subordinates to hand over the confession transcripts so that the secret guards can continue to investigate secretly?"

The Jin Yiwei are Ming Dynasty's secret spies, but they can be said to be under everyone's nose. The secret guards are different, there are very few people who know about their existence.

Just like, who would have known that a prominent official in the Ming Dynasty, such as Si Gao Yangzhi, the chief envoy of Jiaozhi Road, would also be a member of the secret guard?

Zhu Yunxi pondered for a moment, shook his head and refused: "There is no need to check. What is going on in this matter has actually been made clear."

"But..." Tian Mai still wants to find out everything.

Zhu Yunxi looked at the other party: "If you don't investigate this place, please tell me to investigate the Beijing troops in and out of Beijing. Anyone with suspicion will be recorded and handed over to the Jinyi Guards for arrest."

Those who were supposed to be fasting, chanting Buddha's name, and living alone had their hands in the Ming army.

This is something Zhu Yunxi will never allow.

Although Tian Mai didn't know what happened in the imperial prison just now, but looking at his grandson's expression, he knew that things might not be that simple, so he immediately bowed and clasped his fists to accept the order.

At this time, Zhang Hui, who had killed the flag officer, had already walked out of the prison while wiping his hands with a rag.

He must have been in prison for a long time. The moment Zhang Hui stepped out of prison, he visibly narrowed his eyes and lowered his head.

"Your Highness, do you want Sun Qianhu to take someone over to Chenjia Village in Dashengguan?"

Zhang Hui asked in a low voice, then grabbed a ball of snow at his feet and melted it on his hand to take away the blood stains on the back of his palm that had dried and could not be wiped off.

Zhu Yunxi looked back at the blood spots falling on Zhang Hui's hand along with the melting snow: "Take the people there yourself."

Then, Zhu Yunxi snorted: "Can we also produce Chen Sheng in the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhang Hui smiled in agreement and whispered: "It's just the same name, there will be no pre-Qin radical changes in the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "Go."

Zhang Hui bowed to accept the order, passed Taisun, and walked outside the locust tree.

Taisun did not let Sun Qianhu take people to Dashengguan, but wanted to take people there himself. The meaning was very clear. This matter must be done with heavy ceremony, which probably meant that no one would be left behind.

Regarding other things, I am not as good as Sun Qianhu.

When it comes to killing people, Sun Qianhu is not as good as himself.

Tian Mai watched Zhang Hui, the God of Death, finally leaving the imperial prison. His mind was filled with thoughts, and he lowered his head and whispered: "Your Highness, do you want to return home?"

Zhu Yunxi raised his head over the eaves of Jinyiwei Yamen and looked outside: "We haven't gone to Chaoyang Gate yet."

……

"Although the wind and snow outside are lighter now, you have been stationed in Yunnan for many years, conquering the natives. Now that you have returned to Beijing, you should cultivate yourself. With the support of your superiors and military guards, nothing major will happen in Beijing."<

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In the Chaoyang Gate Tower, Zhu Yunxi put the eight-treasure tea he brought from the Jinyiwei Yamen on a small stove to cook. He smiled and persuaded Mu Ying, who was pulled in from the outside, while throwing a few things in his hands.

Grill it on the charcoal stove aside.

Mu Ying was covered in armor. Because of the iron armor on her body, she could only sit opposite Zhu Yunxi with her back straight and her legs spread.

Due to the baking of the stove next to him, the snow brought in from outside on his body was melting rapidly, and then turned into snow water dripping along the armor and dripping on the ground.

Mu Ying looked at her grandson-in-law who was sitting in front of her, waiting for the eight-treasure tea to be cooked, and said with a chuckle: "If there is no trust in the army, it is impossible to establish authority. Since I have made a promise in front of all the officials, I must execute it meticulously."

The spout of the teapot began to make a gurgling sound, and clouds of steam came out.

Zhu Yunxi shook his head helplessly, poured a cup of eight-treasure tea for Mu Ying, and then poured a cup for himself. After taking a sip, he continued: "With my father-in-law in Beijing, I feel that I am not afraid of doing things at all."
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Mu Ying, who was about to drink tea, raised her eyebrows slightly, put down the tea cup silently, and looked at Zhu Yunxi solemnly: "A very difficult thing?"

Zhu Yunxi nodded and smiled: "Buddhists, they are supposed to be a group of foreign experts who do not eat the fireworks of the world, but they also have the idea of ​​enjoying the fireworks of the world."

Mu Ying fell silent.

Buddhism in the Ming Dynasty is a special existence. It is so special that almost every royal prince who joins the feudal clan will be accompanied by a master from Buddhism.

The reasons for this are a long time ago, and it is not appropriate to be too public about them now.

But everyone knows what kind of results such an approach will produce. Zhao Zhaoqing's history has countless past experiences from which people can draw lessons.

Therefore, in recent years, in order to balance this force outside the court, the court has repeatedly expressed its attention to Taoism.

Especially Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain in Daomen is the most highly regarded.

At the beginning of Hongwu, the Ming army entered Shu. At that time, the Five Dragons, Nanyan, and Zixiao palaces on Mount Taihe were all destroyed in the war. Zhang Sanfeng led his disciples to rebuild the Taoist temple and persuaded the King of Shu, Zhu Chun, to become a Taoist but failed, and then disappeared from the world.
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In the 17th year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang asked Zhang Sanfeng to serve as Hua Yibin, but failed.

In the eighteenth year of Hongwu's reign, he sent people to invite Sanfeng again, but it failed.

In the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu's reign, he sent people to ask for Sanfeng again, but it still failed.

After three invitations, Taoist Sanfeng was nowhere to be seen. However, the emperor did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, in the 25th year of Hongwu, he continued to send people to look for him. Finally, he happened to meet him by chance, but he had not yet entered the capital.

In the twenty-sixth year of Hongwu that had just passed, there were rumors that Taoist Sanfeng had perfected the elixir and had ascended to the highest level.

But the imperial court never stopped searching for Taoist Sanfeng.

Everything clearly shows that the court attaches great importance to Taoism, and the real reason is more to balance these external forces.

He is a divine figure, and no one will study the longevity of Taoist Sanfeng in detail.

The balance between the two is the goal that the court needs to achieve.

But now, it is obvious that one of them has a big problem.

In view of the rumors among the people about how the Ming Dynasty was founded, the imperial court could only treat these matters with caution.

After thinking clearly about the cause and effect, Mu Ying took a deep breath and whispered: "What are you going to do, Your Highness?"

Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, raised the cup with eight treasure tea in his hand, and raised it slightly to signal Mu Yuezhang to drink tea.

After taking a brief sip, he said calmly: "Follow the footsteps of the ancients."

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Chapter completed!