"My lord, Taoist priest, please drink tea!"

Zhao Dahai handed two cups of tea to Chu Ci and Zui Taoist.

Chu Ci picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, "Master Zhao, has anyone been here since you took over the palace?"

Zhao Dahai pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes!"

When Chu Ci heard the words, a strange look flashed in his eyes, he put down the teacup and asked, "Who is there?"

Zhao Dahai said aloud, "Two groups of people came, both a while ago."

"The first group of people was about ten days ago. Someone knocked on the gate of the palace, saying that it was the steward of the palace of Panyang, who came here to retrieve the things left by King Panyang."

Chu Ci said in a deep voice, "When King Pan Yang was about to leave, he had already taken his things away, right? Why did he send someone to fetch things again?"

Zhao Dahai looked at Chu Ci and said hesitantly, "This matter is indeed a bit out of order, but King Pan Yang is a prince no matter what, and it's not easy for an official to refuse."

Chu Ci nodded slightly, and said, "What happened next?"

Zhao Dahai continued, "Later, the man took a few letters from King Panyang's bedroom, and left directly."

Chu Ci asked, "What letter? Have you read it?"

Zhao Dahai shook his head and said, "The lower officials didn't read the contents of the letter, but the lower officials saw the words Emperor Uncle's personal letter written on the envelope."

Uncle...

Chu Ci frowned and pondered.

There are not many people in the empire who can call King Pan Yang the emperor's uncle!

"Master Zhao, have you seen the appearance of the person coming?"

Zhao Dahai nodded quickly and said, "Of course this lower official sees it clearly."

"The man's face is thin and his eyebrows are almost gone!"

Chu Ci sat up straight when he heard the words, and knew who Zhao Dahai was talking about.

Blessing!

The only person who survived the murder in Panyang Palace!

Chu Ci looked at Zhao Dahai, and asked aloud, "Master Zhao, do you still remember when he came?"

"This..." Zhao Dahai pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, and said, "The officials did not remember the exact date, but on the third day after he came, there was news that the Panyang Palace was destroyed!"

Chu Ci breathed a sigh of relief, this person really is Laifu!

Even the murder case in Prince Panyang's mansion was very likely to be done by Laifu!

After he wiped out King Panyang's family, he came to the palace of Baishi City and took away a letter written by someone to King Panyang.

tuk tuk...

Chu Ci sat on the seat and tapped the armrest of the seat with his fingers.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Ci asked Zhao Dahai aloud.

"Zhao Dahai, you said that two groups of people came to the palace, what about the other group?"

Zhao Dahai replied aloud, "My lord, this group of people came to the palace a week ago."

"One of them is Dali Temple Minister, Lord Digong Mingdi, and the other is a woman in a green dress."

Chu Ci came to a sudden.

Di Gongming and Gongsun Lvluo also visited Baishi City Palace.

Chu Ci asked, "What are they doing in the palace?"

Zhao Dahai replied respectfully, "Lord Di also asked the lower officials if anyone has ever been to the palace."

"After the officer finished answering, Master Di took the woman and left."

Chu Ci nodded, stood up and said, "Lord Zhao, take me to King Pan Yang's bedroom!"

Zhao Dahai hurriedly raised his hand to signal, "My lord, please come with me."

Everyone walked around the corridor of the palace a few times, and finally came to a bedroom.

Zhao Dahai pointed to the bedroom and said to Chu Ci, "My lord, this is the prince's bedroom."

squeak-

Chu Ci took a step forward, pushed open the door of the room and walked in.

The size of the bedroom is not big, it is far from the size of the bedroom in Panyang Wangfu in Shengjing City.

Chu Ci glanced across the bedroom, and everything came into view.

"Um?!"

A pillar in the bedroom attracted Chu Ci's attention.

This is a column supporting the beam of the house, painted with red paint on the surface.

It's just that a piece of red paint has peeled off from the pillar at this moment, revealing the original color of the wood inside.

Chapter 249 Sudden Assassination!

Chu Ci stretched out his hand to brush over the peeling red paint on the pillar, and frowned in thought.

It's strange that the red paint is peeling off, not because it has been peeling off naturally over time.

Looking at its neat edges, it is obvious that someone has deliberately chipped off this piece of red paint.

The drunk Taoist also saw this scene, stroked his beard and said, "It should have been cut off on purpose, maybe to hide some clues."

Chu Ci nodded and called Zhao Dahai from outside the door.

Zhao Dahai asked respectfully, "My lord, are you looking for me?"

Chu Ci pointed to the place where the red paint was peeling off on the pillar, and said, "What's going on?"

Zhao Dahai's expression froze when he heard the words.

"Hey, why did the red paint on the pillar come off?"

Chu Ci raised his eyebrows and said, "I should be the one asking you this!"

Zhao Dahai came to his senses and hurriedly replied, "My lord, I'm sorry! This is the mistake of the subordinate!"

Zhao Dahai pondered for a moment, then continued, "My lord, this piece of red paint hadn't fallen off when I took over the palace."

"And this bedroom was sealed up before that, no one entered at all, except..."

Zhao Dahai's eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed, "My lord, I know who got rid of the red paint!"

Chu Ci asked aloud, "Who is it?"

Zhao Dahai hurriedly replied, "It was the first person to come to the palace. He said he was the steward of King Panyang, and he was the only one who had entered this bedroom!"

A strange color flashed in Chu Ci's eyes when he heard the words.

Is it really that Laifu?

What did he do with the red paint off the pillars?

Chu Ci frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and a thought came to his mind.

Perhaps the surface of this pillar was also written with ancient characters of the Xian Kingdom, and it is the entrance to a secret room!

It's a pity that the red paint was peeled off, and Chu Ci didn't know what words were written on it, so he couldn't use it to enter the secret room.

Chu Ci withdrew his thoughts, looked at Zhao Dahai, who was looking stiff, and said, "Master Zhao, thank you for your cooperation."

Zhao Dahai quickly waved his hands and said, "This is what a subordinate official should do!"

Chu Ci nodded, and greeted the drunk Taoist to leave the former site of Panyang Palace.

After leaving Prince Panyang's mansion, Chu Ci turned over and rode on the rare horse.

"Master, let's go."

"Where is the next stop?"

The drunk Taoist rode side by side with Chu Ci on horseback, stroked his beard and muttered, "Out of Baishi City, go south to the Heishui River!"

"Heishuihe?" Chu Ci asked curiously, "What is the allusion to the strange name?"

The drunk Taoist raised his head and took a sip of wine, explaining, "The Blackwater River is the largest river in the empire, and the water is surging and magnificent!"

"Someone has measured that the Heishui River is hundreds of miles wide!"

The drunk Taoist looked at Chu Ci, and said with emotion, "What is the concept of a river that is a hundred miles wide?"

"You can't see the end at a glance! It can be called the ocean on land!"

"And the water level of the Heishui River is extremely high. Looking down from the river, its color is as deep as black ink, so it is called Heishui River."

When Chu Ci heard the words, a strange look appeared in his eyes, "This Heishui River is so vast?"

"It really deserves the title of land and sea."

"Haha..." The drunk Taoist gave a long laugh and said, "Boy, when you see the Heishui River with your own eyes, you will know what the real magnificence is!"

Chu Ci and the drunk Taoist were talking while riding their horses forward.

When passing a corner, a person suddenly rushed out in front of him.

This person didn't seem to notice Chu Ci and Zui Taoist, so he posted it very quickly.

"Shut up!"

Seeing this, Chu Ci hurriedly reined in the rein of the rare horse.

The front hoof of the Linjiao horse was raised high, almost stepping on the man.

"what!"

The visitor seemed to realize that he was almost trampled under the horse's hoof, and fell to the ground with a cry of alarm.

"I, my feet, hurt so much!"

Chu Ci got off his horse and saw a ten-year-old girl falling to the ground clutching her ankle.

"How are you? Can you still go?"

Chu Ci squatted down and asked the little girl aloud.

The little girl looked at Chu Ci when she heard the words, with tears in her big eyes.

"My feet hurt and I can't seem to stand up!"

Chu Ci pondered for a moment, then said, "Let me have a look?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Chu Ci stretched out his hand to lift the little girl's skirt, and saw the little girl's slightly swollen ankle.

"It should be a muscle sprain, let me help you to see a doctor first!"

The little girl burst into tears, and said in a weak tone, "Yes, but I have no money."

Chu Ci chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'll pay the consultation fee!"

The little girl pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Then I will trouble you."

A smile appeared on Chu Ci's face, and he stretched out his hand towards the little girl, "Come on, I'll help you up."

The little girl tentatively put her little hand into Chu Ci's palm, and stood up with her body supported.

"oops!"

"hiss···"

The little girl had just stood firm, but she was about to fall if she didn't pay attention to the instability of her feet.

Seeing this, Chu Ci subconsciously took a step forward and gave the little girl a hand.

The little girl fell into Chu Ci's arms, one hand grabbed Chu Ci's arm, and the other hand wiped her waist.

puff!

The sound of the blade sinking into the body sounded.

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