Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

Xie Lian did not struggle anymore, nor did he say anything. He just let him be pulled, his eyes fixed on Yan Kuan’s profile.

The high nose, thin lips, sword-like eyebrows slanting into the temples, the features were so perfect that Xie Lian was a little dazed.

Half a minute later, Yan Kuan stood up, looked at Xie Lian and said:

"It is certain that the murderer is the same person, and he is left-handed"

The coroner did say that the murderer of the Minister of Personnel was left-handed.

Xie Lian asked curiously, “How do you determine that they are the same person?”

Yan Kuan pointed at the bloody hole in the throat of the Nine Gates Admiral:

"The wound on the Minister of Personnel's body clearly showed that the murderer was left-handed, but the arrow wound is invisible to most people.

Judging from the degree of dissolution of blood vessels and muscles, it can be seen that the arrow was shot from the left side, so the tendons on the left side of the neck were shattered more severely. The murderer is quite powerful."

"What about Jingzhao Yin? How do you know he didn't commit suicide? The coroner said there were no signs of being tied up or drugged on his body."

Yan Kuan did not answer, but stared at Xie Lian with a smile.

Seeing him like this, Xie Lian suddenly realized:

"You mean inner strength?"

Yan Kuan nodded and said: "Yes, only inner strength can do it."

"Otherwise it can't be such a coincidence. You also said that he has no enemies and a successful career, so why would he be so depressed? Maybe these three people have touched someone's cake."

“Someone’s cake?” Xie Lian didn’t understand what this meant.

Yan Kuan smiled in silence:

"That means the three of them are from the same faction. Killing them will shake their master's position and benefit the other party."

As soon as these words came out, Xie Lian’s face suddenly became solemn, his eyes were deep, and it seemed as if a wave of emotion was surging from the bottom of his eyes.

Since the death of the previous emperor, the young rulers in the court had been unable to win the support of the people, and the court was divided into two factions. One faction was headed by him, advocating supporting the young emperor according to the previous emperor's will; the other faction was led by the previous emperor's half-brother, Prince Xiang.

Prince Xiang was a mediocre and frivolous person, and his fiefdom was far away in Gancheng. Fortunately, he blocked the news of the late emperor's serious illness in advance, so Prince Xiang did not rush back to the capital in time, which allowed the young emperor to ascend the throne smoothly.

Could it really be him...

Yan Kuan frowned when he saw Xie Lian like this: “Don’t tell me, these three people are your people?”

Seeing that Xie Lian didn’t say anything, Yan Kuan cursed softly.

I took his hand and walked out: "Let's talk about it after we get out."

On the road to Beijing, Yan Kuan drove the carriage and sat on the shaft, saying:

"Do you suspect that King Xiang planned this incident, and that he was the one who gathered these bandits?"

Xie Lian’s voice came from behind the curtain: “That’s right, and it’s not just Prince Xiang, there are people in the capital who support him.”

Otherwise, Prince Xiang was far away in Gancheng and would not be able to know the whereabouts of the Nine-Gate Commander, the Jingzhao Yin, and the Minister of Personnel.

Yan Kuan understood immediately and said with a worried tone: "Then aren't you in danger?"

At this time, the curtain of the car was lifted, Xie Lian looked at Yan Kuan slowly, and asked slowly: "Why, are you worried about me?"

Yan Kuan pulled the reins and smiled: "Of course, you are my master now."

my home?

My adults?

As if pleased by these four words, the corners of Xie Lian’s mouth curled up slightly.

Yan Kuan added: "As far as I know, the bandits near Guanshan in Hezhou are not to be feared. Instead, there are several groups of rampant bandits in Luanzhishan outside Gancheng. They are bloodthirsty, raping and plundering, and they do all kinds of evil things, even children."

Xie Lian said, “The imperial court originally wanted to send troops to suppress this, but half a year ago, this force almost disappeared within half a month. Now that I think about it, it is very likely that they have been bought by Prince Xiang and used as a bargaining chip for rebellion.”

The military power in the hands of King Xiang has been almost diluted by him in the past two years, so he must be trying to usurp the throne by using the power of bandits.

Yan Kuan also understood that since the King of Xiang had recruited the bandits and then killed several important officials in the court within a few months, he might be about to take action.

His tone also became serious: "Then does the Prime Minister have any countermeasures?"

"The most urgent thing now is to catch the traitor and lure him out of his hole."

A cold light flashed in Xie Lian’s eyes. Only in this way could he catch them all in one fell swoop without any worries.

Moreover, he also wanted to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, so as to intimidate other people in the court who supported Prince Xiang.

Hearing the fierceness in Xie Lian's voice, Yan Kuan became interested. He was a fierce and aggressive person to begin with, and he had almost nothing to do during the time he came to the capital.

I wish I could catch a few scumbags and relax.

He immediately asked Xie Lian excitedly: "How do we do this specifically?"

Xie Lian looked at him, who was looking forward to the chaos in the world, and a smile flashed in his eyes:

"You should first deal with the policy discussion for the day after tomorrow."

He was not the one who set the policy essay this time. The old men in the court were afraid that their power would become too great, so they were eager to win over the martial arts champion.

In order to be fair, the questions this time were jointly set by the Cabinet Scholar, the Duke of Zhenguo and the Secretary of the Central Secretariat.

Seeing him driving the carriage without any worries, Xie Lian shook his head.

Two days later, Huangji Palace.

Yan Kuan followed the palace servants and looked around the huge palace.

It does not have red walls and yellow tiles like the Forbidden City, but thick dark gray towering walls and palaces that are lined up one after another, magnificent and majestic.

Then Yan Kuan passed through the long corridor under the high wall and walked into the Huangji Hall where the emperor held court.

Sitting on a gilded dragon-carved throne in the hall was a six-year-old child, who was the same child who sat at the same table with Hezhou that day.

Unlike the civil and military ministers on his left and right, Xie Lian sat on the throne below the emperor.

Yan Kuan felt a little speechless. He thought Xie Lian had to stand for four hours out of two hours every morning, but it turned out that he was sitting.

It’s really...awesome!

Looking at Cui Jue next to him, Yan Kuan almost laughed out loud.

His posture was stiff, his hips slightly thrust back, like an unlubricated robot.

Xie Lian glanced at him indifferently from above. Yan Kuan saw it and quickly lowered his head, following Cui Jue and Chen Kuang beside him and knelt down:

"Your Highness, long live the Emperor!"

"flat body"

"Thank you, Your Majesty"

Yan Kuan didn't look up again. He knew that the court was a mixed bag, and today there were people like Cui Hao here, waiting for him to make a mistake.

The Zhongshu Sheren was a handsome young scholar. He walked up the steps with the test paper in his hand. After paying his respects to the emperor and the prime minister, he turned around and opened the test paper in front of all the civil and military officials:

"Yan Kuan, Cui Jue, Chen Kuang, the last policy essay will be evaluated by the emperor and civil and military officials. There is only one question, start from the last one."

"Start now"

"If there is a flood in the country now, how can we ensure that the people can survive safely?"

As soon as this question was asked, it aroused discussion among the ministers nearby.

“This question looks simple, but it’s not easy to answer.”

"Yes, every year there are floods, not only do people suffer, but also people starve to death. Once the flood passes, the crops are destroyed and the people's property is also lost. Every year, tens of thousands of people die in floods."

"Shouldn't this be the final question for this year's top scholar exam? Why is it being used for the top scholar exam?"