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Xun chased and picked the back of Yan Zhaohe's hand.

The forehead was swollen like a big lump, which looked scary. If it was just red and swollen, it would be fine. After a few days of good care, it would be back to normal. I was afraid of getting other injuries on the head.Yan Zhaohe is not an imperial physician, and he can only judge Xunzhui's current state from observation with the naked eye.Fortunately, the little emperor is alive and kicking, and he still has time to feel ashamed.

Xun Zhui fumbled to find Yan Zhaohe's hand, and wrote on it: "He kowtows so noisy."

"it is good."

Yan Zhaohe covered Xunzhui's eyes with his hand, Xunzhui didn't understand what he was going to do, so Yan Zhaohe recruited the forbidden army.

"Call the servant of the Ministry of Punishment."

Zhang Dazhong entered Yingge Xiaozhu and was led upstairs by the imperial guards. After crossing the threshold, he saw the cook kneeling on the ground with his hands and feet tied and his mouth covered with a cloth.Seeing Zhang Dazhong, the cook immediately widened his eyes and groaned. Zhang Dazhong knelt down respectfully: "My lord."

"Do you recognize this person?"

"I know, this is the little cook of Yingge Xiaozhu's back kitchen." Zhang Dazhong said, "The minister interrogated this cook the day the case happened. I don't know what the prince asked the minister to know."

As soon as the words fell, the cook struggled violently again, kicking his feet in the air.Zhang Dazhong wanted to restrain the cook, but he also knelt in the outer hall, not sure if he could see clearly from inside.He could only move far away, lest the cook kick him.

But there was no movement inside for a long time, and King Zhao didn't ask another question.

Yan Zhaohe also learned to write on the palm of Xun Zhui, and he wrote everything he wanted to say on the palm of Xun Zhui.

Do you think this cook looks like a murderer?

Xun chased and pulled his hands, "It's not like that."

"Guess who the murderer is."

Xun Zhui was absent-minded: "You."

"Guess again."

Xunzhui felt a little pain in his back, and retracted his hands to support the bed and slowly turned over. Yan Zhaohe hugged his waist to help him, and his hands touched Xunzhui's waist, and Xunzhui hid aside.

"How old you are still ticklish." Yan Zhaohe coaxed the child.

Yan Zhaohe did not summon the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, but the Minister of the Ministry of Justice immediately got the news and came to Yingge Xiaozhu.The servant of the Ministry of Punishment paid too much attention to this case, so much that it made people think that he was determined to be the servant of the Ministry of Rites this time, so he thought to himself.

Behind Zhao Chuanzhi is King Chong, who is the youngest son of the Queen Mother, and there is no one behind the Minister of Justice. What makes Zhang Dazhong so persistent?

Zhao Chuanzhi's current desperation doesn't look like it was staged, and none of Zhao Chuanzhi's papers from Chong Wangbao were published, and he stayed out of the matter cleanly.

After Yan Zhaohe had teased the little emperor enough, he said, "Master Zhang, why don't you invite Master Zhao to come in too, the two adults may interrogate this cook together and maybe we can get some new testimony."

Zhang Dazhong showed a bitter expression: "Your Majesty, you must not do this. Mr. Zhao is the biological father of the criminal Zhao Yuan. If he is willing to defend himself, the trial of this case will never end."

"Then what good advice do you have?"

"It's better to bring all the people related to the prostitutes in Yingge Xiaozhu to the room for interrogation alone, and compare the same and different testimonies, and we will definitely find clues."

clue?Xun Zhui stared subconsciously at Yan Zhaohe for a moment, and Yan Zhaohe patted him on the back reassuringly.

"My lord, Mr. Zhao, the Minister of Rites, asks to see you." A notification came from outside the door.

"What are the chances that Zhao Yuan is the murderer?"

Zhang Dazhong: "I dare not speculate without evidence. Even if Zhao Yuan was not the murderer of the prostitute, he still has something to do with the murderer."

"This case is spreading in the capital." Yan Zhaohe clapped his hands together, "It's not good."

"I understand."

"You investigate the case with Mr. Zhao. As an upright official, Mr. Zhao will not cover up for personal gain. After the investigation, it will be made into a document and submitted. You don't have to go to court for a few days."

"Yes." Zhang Dazhong saluted and slowly exited the outer hall.

Yan Zhaohe waited for Zhang Dazhong to leave for a while before speaking to Xunzhui again, "Do you want to go shopping at night?"

In no mood.

"Tomorrow I will take you to Lingshu Temple for a vegetarian meal."

Lingshu Temple is a national temple, the late emperor did not allow ordinary people to burn incense and pray, Xun Zhui went to Lingshu Temple for the first time after ascending the throne, the temple was terribly deserted, only the incense was heard but no human voices were heard.As the saying goes, the light of the Buddha saves all living beings, whether it is good deeds or meritorious deeds. After returning to the court, the little emperor ordered the lifting of the ban on Lingshu Temple. Ordinary people can also go in to pray for their families.

Xunzhui would go to Lingshu Temple every year only in the beginning of spring. In spring, when all things revived, the emperor had to pray for good weather for the whole year.

Lingshu Temple is far away from the capital city, and you can only arrive at noon in the morning, and you only need to offer incense. If you want to hear the masters in the temple chant scriptures, you can’t go home on the same day. You have to stay in the temple for one night or outside the temple. Find a small shop in the village.Ordinary people cannot stay in the temple at night. After all, it is a national temple and must be distinguished from ordinary temples.There are also those who go home at night, but it is too dangerous to turn on the lights in the wild in the wilderness.

Xun Zhui showed resistance, but Yan Zhaohe ignored it.

"Can I still have lunch?" Yan Zhaohe lowered his head and asked.

Xun Zhui nodded, and Yan Zhaohe confirmed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it."

Xun Zhui nodded again, Yan Zhaohe had no choice but to say, "Eat less red bayberry next time, it's not good for your stomach."

This is not good and that is not good. I heard that gods eat incense ash when they eat, Xun Zhui wrote: "I eat incense ashes with gods."

"Go to Lingshu Temple tomorrow and tell you to eat your fill."

Yan Zhao and you are really sick!Xun chased his heart.

King Zhao didn't see Zhao Chuanzhi, so Zhang Dazhong came out to pass on a message, and Zhao Chuanzhi said, "Where is your lord?"

"My lord ordered you and me to investigate together." Zhang Dazhong said, "Master Zhao has any clever tricks to share with me. Although the lord didn't say a time limit, but after all, you and I are both servants, so it's not easy to delay for too long."

"Please send a message again, Zhao Chuanzhi, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, is asking to see His Majesty." Zhao Chuanzhi said to the forbidden army who had just entered to report.

The imperial guard said respectfully: "The prince will not see anyone."

Zhao Chuanzhi said again, "Are you asking to see His Majesty?"

Who told you His Majesty is here?

"Your lord, don't you recognize the person who came next from the carriage?" Zhao Chuanzhi raised his voice, obviously angry, "Master Zhang doesn't go to investigate the case immediately, what is the purpose of obstructing this official's request to see you here?"

It was very ugly for the two court officials to make a scene in the street, and several forbidden soldiers immediately stepped forward to help the two adults' servants to fight.When the news reached Yan Zhaohe, he had already brought Xun Zhui around Yingge Xiaozhu.Xun Zhui refused to take a step closer to the central table, walked around the hall full of tables and chairs, and then walked to the backyard. The well that the cook said was in the corner of the backyard.After a day or two when no one cleaned the backyard, it appeared a bit desolate, mixed with the complaints of the women who were locked up and restricted their freedom in the house, and the high temperature could not dispel the mental depression.

Yan Zhaohe stood by the well and walked around the well twice, and Xun Zhui also approached. Yan Zhaohe stopped him when he was only two steps away from the well.Yan Zhaohe said to the nearest guard: "Start from this well, dig up the ground three feet around."

"Follow me." Yan Zhaohe pulled Xun Zhui up, but Xun Zhui didn't react for a while, and was forced to walk a few steps before being tripped by something.

It didn't feel like a stone, it was sharper than a stone, but it was buried in the soil and covered by the soil.

Xun Zhui was about to look down, but Yan Zhaohe stepped forward and said, "Don't look!"

It was late, the little emperor looked down at the place where he tripped him in a daze, then slowly raised his head, the blood on his cheeks faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan Zhaohe's tone carried the anger of Yin Xun's disobedience, but it made people feel more helpless. He sighed: "They all said not to watch."

Xun Zhui mouthed, "I'm afraid."

"Can you still walk?"

"can."

Fortunately, the little emperor couldn't speak. If he could speak, he would be so scared that he would lose his breath after screaming.

Not being able to scream is also quite scary, all the fear is buried in the heart and cannot be expressed, the heart is beating faster and faster, and I don't know when the cold sweat will be like a blow to the head.

The rain last night loosened the soil, and Xun Zhui kicked away a lot of the soil. Looking at the exposed bones, it must be someone who had just been buried. Before he could continue to deal with it, he was surrounded by the imperial army. Xiaozhu can only fool around in advance.

The poor little emperor was just kidnapped, and now he has to accept such a stimulus.

Xun Zhui was not in a good mood, he sat in the carriage back home dejectedly, the carriage bumped all the way, he had a headache and pain in his buttocks, and the hair on his forehead was messy and scattered on his face.

"I've seen so many dead people, why are you still so scared today?" Yan Zhaohe asked.

In fact, this is different from seeing dead people. No matter how disgusting the dead people Xun Zhui had seen before, no matter how they died in front of him, they were all lying down without any real contact.

Yan Zhaohe: "Maybe it's a pig bone."

I have seen human bones, Xun chased and wrote.

King Zhao's consolation was not clever at all, and he focused more on chasing the psychological shadow area.

It's really not nice to step on human bones.

That night Xun Zhui was haunted by nightmares, and woke up screaming in the middle of the night, Yan Zhaohe rushed to stand by his bed, Xun Zhui couldn't see Yan Zhaohe's eyes.He got off the bed lightly, found a torch and lit a candle, and holding up the candle, he finally saw Yan Zhaohe's reassuring eyes.

Yan Zhaohe didn't look like he was woken up after going to sleep, but he was fully dressed as if he just came back after going out.

Xun Zhui followed the candlelight and looked down again, Yan Zhaohe's feet were covered in mud.He looked at Yan Zhaohe silently, and Yan Zhaohe said: "I have to get up early tomorrow, if your majesty has nothing to do, go to bed quickly."

Yan Zhao and Mingming also knew that Xun Chau was staring at his shoes, but they pretended nothing happened.Xun Zhui is not in the nature of questioning, even if he has all kinds of doubts in his heart, he can immediately put them aside and continue to be carefree.

"I'm afraid." Xun chased after Yan Zhaohe intending to leave, and immediately said.

Yan Zhaohe was not surprised, and smiled, "You should be afraid."

"you……"

"Your Majesty will accompany you to sleep, Your Majesty." Yan Zhaohe turned around and sat on the side of the bed. Xun Zhui slowly walked up to Yan Zhaohe holding the candle, and Yan Zhaohe took the candle.The color of the candle flame couldn't be said to be bright yellow, and the edge of the flame diffused faintly with blue smoke rising upwards, the halo was orange red, and even the pale cheeks of Xun Zhui were stained with a somewhat good complexion.

When he handed Yan Zhaohe the candle, the melted wax from the candle dripped on his skin, and Xun Zhui shrank his hands slightly.The wax liquid only hurts at the moment when it drips on, the solidified wax liquid covers the skin with a thin layer, Xun Zhui lifted the wax piece and put it in the palm of his hand.

He didn't remember the dream he had just had.