After the villain was defeated, she still had power in the government

what?

Xin Huarong was stunned for a moment, wondering if she had heard it wrong. Why would Atang target Huixin for no reason?

I haven't heard that Atang and Huixin have any conflicts over the years.

Also, who is his junior fellow apprentice?

He is dead, what does it have to do with Atang?

Could it be that he came here on purpose, preparing to frame me?

"I don't quite understand what the master means."

After making sure Huixin was not joking, Xin Huarong looked at Xiaoqing beside her, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Atang has been busy with the official business of the Ministry of Justice for a while, and has no time to spare, let alone go to the Huguo Temple.

It’s ridiculous that the master said that Atang killed your junior brother!

You must know that everything requires evidence. The master said that Atang killed him, where is the evidence? "

"Madam Hou has misunderstood me."

Seeing Xin Huarong's unhappy face and frowning eyebrows, Hui Xin quickly explained: "What I meant is that my junior brother is dead. It was a punishment from heaven and also an atonement. I didn't mean that Prime Minister Fu killed him. I... Alas!"

He couldn't help but sigh again. He thought that Xin Huarong was not clear about what happened back then, so he decided to start from the beginning.

His lips moved slightly, and he turned his gaze to Xiaoqing, with a hesitant look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Seeing this, Xin Huarong understood and said, "Xiaoqing is my sister, and she is not a talkative person. Master, you can say whatever you want to say, and she won't spread it around."

Moreover, this matter concerns Atang, so Xiaoqing's biological mother must be present no matter what.

If there is anything concerning Atang, Xiaoqing can also help decide.

Xin Huarong added in his heart.

Huixin didn't know what she was thinking, and after hearing this, she stopped worrying about it.

After a brief consideration, he said slowly:

"This story started thirteen or fourteen years ago, when Fu Xiang was four or five years old. His biological mother, the donor Qing Rong, brought him to the Huguo Temple.

At that time, donor Qingrong told me that Mr. Fu often talked to himself in places where there was no one, laughed for no reason, and behaved strangely. He suspected that he was possessed by evil spirits, so he came to me to ask for a talisman and asked me to help him exorcise the evil spirits.

After I carefully examined Mr. Fu, I did not find anything abnormal with him.

On the contrary, through the conversation with donor Qingrong, I discovered that Mr. Fu was actually very precocious. He was extremely smart at a young age, and was no less intelligent than the magical Jixue who was admired by everyone in the capital.

Of course, this is not just my own fantasy, but there is evidence.

At that time, Mr. Fu was a little boy with a lot of wisdom. He took advantage of the time when I was chatting with his biological mother to wander around in a very familiar manner.

Well, you didn't see how he acted, it was like he was walking around his own yard.

At that time, I just thought he was brave and not shy, so I didn't think much about it.

Who would have thought that while he was strolling, he would end up at the other end of the yard.

At that time, my good friend, Old Ning Anbo, came to visit and was playing chess with me. Prime Minister Fu saw the flaws on the chessboard with just one glance, and by the way, he gave some pointers to that old guy Rui Haocang, allowing this bad chess player to defeat me within three steps!

I was so shocked that my jaw nearly dropped.

This is not a ghost at all.

It is obvious that we ordinary people do not understand the thoughts of geniuses.

Originally, I was sure to win that game and could defeat old man Rui Haocang in less than three moves, but I didn’t expect that Prime Minister Fu would appear in the middle!

How old was Prime Minister Fu at that time?

It’s not even as tall as my thigh. From a distance it looks like a flea, so small…”