After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

"How is the Xuanwu matter going?"

Cheng Songan walked around the room and finally stopped by the window. She picked up some bird food and spread it in her hands. The rose-breasted parrot in the corridor squawked and flew to her hand to peck at the food.

Taxue replied: "I'm afraid Siwei has been led to Cuiwei Mountain by now, but..."

She hesitated.

Cheng Songan smiled and said, "You are always straightforward, why have you become so shy?"

Taxue sighed: "Miss, do you really have to go? My Lord can protect the Cheng family and you."

Cheng Songan did not doubt Cui Yuanqing's sincerity and ability, but she had never thought of the variable of King Xiang. He was the one who succeeded in winning the throne in his previous life. A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. If there is a change in the position of the saint, it will not just be the life and death of a few people.

She couldn't bear the changes that the change of power would bring to countless people.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Taxue tactfully didn't ask any more questions, and immediately said, "In a few days, we will go and enjoy ourselves in the vast sea and sky. Do you want to go to Yizhou to see the third lady first, or go to the northwest to see the lonely smoke in the desert first?"

"Neither of you are going." Cheng Songan finished feeding the bird and turned back to his seat. "If you were him, which direction would you go if you wanted to catch me?"

Taxue patted his forehead and said, "That's true. However, a master can be defeated by random punches. Even if he has great strategies, he will still fall into the hands of a girl."

As he spoke, he excitedly talked about the commotion at the city gate in recent days.

Three days ago, a funeral procession arrived at the city gate with music and drums. There were dozens of people in the procession. When they were stopped by the guards at the city gate, everyone was crying.

Such noise alerted the people from the Patrol Department and the Ministry of War. After checking everyone, they focused their attention on the coffin. Wang Shumian's confidant Zhao Bin demanded that the coffin be opened for an autopsy. A group of people immediately started howling like ghosts, attracting half of the city's people to watch the fun.

At the front was a middle-aged man with a wretched appearance, leaning straight on the coffin and making a scene: "My father just died, and you guys won't let him rest in peace. Aren't you afraid that he will knock on your door in the middle of the night?"

The more he acted like this, the more suspicious people became. Zhao Bin had people forcibly pull him open and pry open the coffin. It turned out that there was only a corpse inside that had been dead for three days and was about to be buried. It was a hot summer day and the corpse was already smelling a bit.

The funeral procession immediately rolled on the ground crying and shouting, and a group of people dragged Zhao Bin to the government office in a clamor. Wang Shumian acted as a guarantor and personally opened the city gate to let the funeral procession out, which calmed the public anger.

Two days later, another funeral procession arrived at the city gate in the same way. Even though everyone knew there was something fishy going on, no one bothered to cause trouble. After a routine inspection, they sent the procession out.

This is the man who Xuanwu led Siwei to Cuiwei Mountain outside the city. Siwei followed him silently for several miles before taking action. Xuanwu's kung fu is comparable to his, but with Xue Tingrong's silver needle technique, Siwei fell into his trap and is now sleeping in a cave in Cuiwei Mountain.

Cheng Songan couldn't help but smile, but there was a hint of worry in his smile: "Cui Yuanqing still hasn't made any move?"

"No," Taxue frowned, "My lord has probably figured it out. This is a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. If we leave the city in a few days, we will probably be discovered."

Cheng Songan frowned slightly, hooked his drooping hair with his fingers, twisted it in his hands, and finally made up his mind: "Let Master Jingxian come."

……

A few days later, at dusk, the third funeral procession arrived at the city gate with the same music and drums. There were still dozens of crying people waiting to be questioned.

However, the person being interrogated this time was the Minister of Revenue, Mr. Cui Yuanqing. He was dressed in a scarlet official robe, and his jade-like face looked a little sickly. He looked even more gaunt, and glanced around with half-closed eyes. Everyone who was glanced at by him was shuddered all over, and almost forgot that they were still pretending to cry.

He knocked on the coffin gently and said calmly: "Open the coffin!"

The crowd was silent at first, then gradually started whispering, and then they remembered the original plan, and started crying and making a fuss. Some fell to the ground, some climbed onto the coffin, and some even pulled the soldiers to start pushing and shoving. It was more lively than in the previous few days, and the entire city gate was surrounded by people.

Cui Yuanqing was unmoved and said calmly: "Open the coffin!"

His voice was not loud, but it had a strong deterrent effect. The noisy crowd was quiet for a moment, and then someone came over bravely and shouted in a weak voice: "Sir, what are you talking about? My mother is eighty years old and she is so happy to be buried, but she can't rest in peace? Folks, how can this be possible?"

Cui Yuanqing was very patient. After he finished making a scene, he glanced at a row of soldiers and said, "Open the coffin!"

The row of soldiers immediately subdued the ringleaders, quickly pulled out the long nails of the coffin, and pushed the thick coffin lid open two feet.

"Sir, be careful!" The man who opened the coffin wanted to cover his nose, but he suddenly heard a noise coming from the coffin and quickly dodged to the side. There were several poison arrows neatly stuck on the ground.

Cui Yuanqing's expression changed slightly: "Rongdi people."

However, the hope that had just risen in his eyes was suddenly extinguished like a flame meeting water. It turned out that the deception these days was not set up by Cheng Songan, but by the Rongdi people. They wanted to use this method to take out the defense map of the capital and some important information they got from the capital.

Starting from the moment the person in the coffin stood up and shot arrows, the funeral procession drew their weapons and engaged in a fight with the officers and soldiers.

Cui Yuanqing glanced at the crowd sharply. Ordinary people fled in all directions for fear of being affected. Only a few monks came forward to help. Soon, the Rongdi people were captured one after another.

Having the spy taken back, Cui Yuanqing bowed to Jingxian and said, "Thank you for your help, Master."

Cheng Songan and his grandmother both believed in Buddhism, so he also respected the monks of Baoguo Temple.

Jingxian replied, "Your Excellency is too kind. We are ordered by the abbot to go to Henan Shaolin Temple to show our gratitude to the people affected by the disaster. Here is the document. I hope you will let us go."

Cui Yuanqing's eyes were as sharp as knives. He quickly glanced behind him and saw six people in total following him, two little monks who were only ten years old, and the other four were tall monks holding sticks.

Several people with bald heads lowered their heads unconsciously when Cui Yuanqing stared at them, put away their long sticks and stood aside. One of them, a slightly fat cook monk, was a little dazed. He sucked in his throat hard and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, then rubbed it on the ground with his fat foot.

Jingxian frowned and glared at him, saying angrily, "Duchen, don't be rude."

Cui Yuanqing liked cleanliness, but he was unaware of it at this moment and looked at several people carefully again.

Du Chen replied awkwardly: "Disciple knows."

Cui Yuanqing's eyes were dim and he ordered the soldiers to let them go.

Jingxian and a few others slowly walked through the city gate.

The cook, Monk Duchen, walked slowly because he had been reprimanded. When he reached the gate, he stopped for a moment, glanced at the tall and thin figure looking at them out of the corner of his eye, and then quickly caught up with the team.

Cui Yuanqing's heart moved, and he felt that this Du Chen was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange about him.

By the time he remembered that the monk walked slowly because there was something wrong with his shoes, he opened the city gate in the middle of the night to chase him. However, Cheng Songan had already disappeared without a trace. There was no trace of her in the vast world.

……

Xuanwu leaned against the tree trunk with his arms crossed, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, Miss, your hair will grow out in more than a year."

Cheng Songan took off his thick and heavy special height-increasing shoes and removed the disguise on his face, then took a deep breath, which was the breath of freedom between heaven and earth.

"I'm a little curious, Miss, how did you know how the Rongdi people got out of the city?" Xuanwu was in a good mood and was rarely willing to chat.

Cheng Songan looked at the scenery that was receding as the carriage moved forward, and said lazily: "Secrets are like your true identity. I will never ask."

Xuanwu turned his head uselessly and continued driving the carriage, speeding through the dark night.

Xuanwu has been serving Cheng Songan like this for five years since he took over.