Dressed as the villain's stepmother

"Zhike, if you only kill those people and let the real murderer go, would you be willing?"

Seeing that Zhike still refused to let go of the weapon in his hand, Jiang Lianzhu scolded him sternly.

"A small leak will sink a great ship."

Today's royal temple is full of people from the Queen Mother inside and outside. After what happened yesterday, if Zhike takes action against those people, it will undoubtedly tell the Queen Mother that something happened to the abbot.

"Zhike, the abbot master has tried his best to suppress the toxins in his body for several years to maintain the delicate balance. Can you bear to break everything like this and let the master abbot's efforts go to waste?"

Jiang Lianzhu's dagger was already placed across Zhike's neck, but he had not advanced even half an inch.

She did this just to make the grief-stricken Zhike in front of her stop his reckless actions, calm down, and face the current situation in the royal temple rationally.

The abbot is gone.

If this news really leaks out, the happiest person will be the Queen Mother.

This kind of thing where loved ones hate and enemies enjoy is something you can figure out as long as you calm down.

Zhike's scarlet eyes looked at the dagger at his neck, as well as the tragic death of the presiding master and Jie Chi on the couch in the Zen room. He stared at it for a long time before letting go of the stick in his hand.

"Donor woman, you are right."

The abbot master is gone, and there is no one in the huge royal temple who can take charge of the overall situation.

He must take the lead at this time, so that he can live up to the high hopes the abbot had placed on him.

Seeing that the person calmed down, Jiang Lianzhu put away the dagger.

"I was offended just now."

"Female donor, it's getting late now. You should go to the backyard earlier. If you stay away for too long, the Queen Mother will definitely have doubts."

Knowing that the guest is difficult, he forced himself to escape from his grief and arrange the current affairs.

"Okay, I'll leave now."

Jiang Lianzhu didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhike's arrangement, so she took advantage of the night to reject the person Zhike arranged and walked out of the Zen room.

But in fact, Jiang Lianzhu is far from as rational as Zhike sees.

On the way back, she relied on her muscle memory, but Jiang Lianzhu was already confused.

In just one night, two people passed away.

Where will the Royal Temple go from here?

"Boss, are you okay?"

Jiang Lianzhu stepped into the hospital, and Liu Qingqing stepped forward. She looked around and saw that there was no one else around before asking anxiously.

"If you don't let me go with you, what do the monks in this royal temple want when they come to you in the middle of the night?"

Liu Qingqing didn't believe what Zhike said in front of their courtyard.

The Queen Mother lived in this royal temple, and there were many imperial doctors accompanying her. The abbot in this temple was appointed by the royal family. In Liu Qingqing's view, there was no reason why the Queen Mother should not send someone to diagnose and treat the abbot.

But when Jiang Lianzhu was taken away by Zhike, she gave Liu Qingqing a lingering look.

In order not to ruin Jiang Lianzhu's plan, Liu Qingqing could only scratch her head and wait here for news. Liu Qingqing saw that something was wrong with Jiang Lianzhu, and reached out to grab the shopkeeper's sleeve. Unexpectedly, he touched a handful of sticky liquid on the material.

"Blood!"

As a doctor, how could Liu Qingqing not be able to tell that the blood on her hands was blood!

"Shopkeeper, are you injured?"

Liu Qingqing exclaimed, and Jiang Lianzhu was worried that she would disturb other people, so she reached out and pulled the person directly into the house.

"Let's go, let's talk in the house!"

inside the house.

Liu Qingqing faced the light and looked Jiang Lianzhu up and down. In order not to worry Liu Qingqing, Jiang Lianzhu took out the pamphlet Jie Chi gave her.

"I was not injured. The blood on my body belonged to others, and of course it was also stained by this pamphlet."

The little master who quit being crazy spent his life to find the booklet for her.

Liu Qingqing was surprised.

After she took it, she looked at the booklet and her eyes were even more shocked.

"Shopkeeper, could it be that there are people in this royal temple who we can handle?"

Jiang Lianzhu followed the monks from the Royal Temple. When she came back, she held a blood-stained booklet in her hand.

Of course Liu Qingqing suspected that there were some of their monks among the monks in the royal temple.

"This pamphlet was given to me by Little Master Jie Chi. He sacrificed his life for this pamphlet. The blood on this pamphlet is his..."

Jiang Lianzhu touched the blood-stained area on the pamphlet, feeling particularly uncomfortable.

Liu Qingqing was so shocked that she couldn't say a word. After a while, she finally found her voice.

"Shopkeeper, you were called here just to save that Jie Chi who delivers scriptures to us every day?"

After entering the temple, the young monk met them the most.

Jiang Lianzhu lowered her eyebrows slightly and nodded with pain in her eyes. She opened the booklet Jie Chi gave her. It was not an account book, but a package of neatly packed letters.

After Jiang Lianzhu opened the letters one by one, her eyes felt sour and her heart became heavier.

"Shopkeeper, these are not letters between the Prime Minister and others planning to hurt people! This...these are the most powerful evidence!"

After Liu Qingqing saw it clearly, she exclaimed.

These letters from the Prime Minister not only related to the false accusation against Prince Xiang's Mansion, but also gave detailed instructions on the explosion in Kyoto that caused a huge sensation.

"I didn't expect that such a young kid would help us so much."

Liu Qingqing sighed.

"If it were really possible to do it all over again, I would rather keep the little master Jie Chi alive than have him take these things for me..."

Jiang Lianzhu was extremely sad and clutched the letters tightly.

Little Master Jie Chi is still so young, and there are still so many places in this world that he wants to see with his own eyes. He shouldn't risk his life just for this booklet.

Liu Qingqing saw Jiang Lianzhu sad and couldn't help but comfort her.

And Jiang Lianzhu's Zhike, who had the same wish, ended up going to that remote yard because of his unsatisfied mood.

"My royal temple has taken you in. I don't want you to be grateful, but are you going too far by hurting my Buddhist disciples?"

Zhike looked at the villain with a cold face.

"Master, you can't slander anyone. We didn't even touch that little monk!"

Bad people do bad things.

They never feel like they are wrong.

"That's right, that's right! I didn't expect that your Chu family would learn to make false accusations!"

The crowd on the sidelines followed suit and never mentioned their torture and killing of idiots.

"You didn't touch him, why did he have stab wounds on his body?"

The hatred in Zhike's heart was already boiling, and he gritted his teeth and continued the interrogation.

"How can we be blamed for this! It was the little monk in your temple who had no rules and bumped into my knife!".