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When Xie Zhao returned to the mansion the next day, he looked at Shang Bingwen with condemning eyes, and shrank his shoulders guiltily.

Bingwen stood in front of him with his waist in his arms. Although he was not tall, his eyes were full of anger. He stood aggressively in front of Xie Zhao with his hips akimbo, and tried to reason with Xie Zhao: "My lord, you have been doing this all night. What did you do? Do you know that I didn't come back all night, which made me tremble with fear for a long time, and I was so anxious that I was about to shed tears?"

Xie Zhao knew that he made a mistake first, so he sat obediently on the stool, lowered his head and let Bingwen teach him a lesson.

After Bingwen had said a lot of things, he had the opportunity to refute himself in a low voice: "But I found someone to come back and pass the news to you..."

The errand runner was a half-grown child that Xie Zhao hired for a few taels on the way.

"I don't know that person, how dare I believe his words?"

Bingwen glared at Xie Zhao angrily: "You also know that you are a censor. Usually, there are many people who appeal to you. I thought you were caught by some adult and beat you up. If you hadn't come back now I'm going to beat the drums at the gate of the government office in a while, and ask someone to save you."

It was indeed Xie Zhao who did not do it properly.

Seeing the blue and black under Bingwen's eyes, he lowered his head in shame, and said sullenly: "Good Bingwen, your son is really wrong this time." Speaking of this, he was afraid that Bingwen would not believe him, so he raised his head, Stretch out the palm of your right hand and make a swearing look: "I promise you this is the only time!"

Bingwen didn't believe his credit, and was about to say something, but the next moment he saw Xie Zhao's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but exclaimed, and jumped up angrily: "My lord, who bullied you!"

Before Xie Zhao could react, Bingwen looked at his face carefully again, denying his own guess: "Your face is not scratched...then why do your eyes look like you have been crying?"

Xie Zhaoteng blushed.

He suddenly covered his face with his sleeves, preventing Bingwen from coming closer to see a clear movement, and said nervously: "...Don't talk nonsense, your son is my asshole, why are you crying!"

Bingwen could hear his guilty conscience, and asked: "Then what did you do wrong last night?"

What are you doing...?

Xie Zhao remembered what happened last night, and his white jade face instantly turned red into a tomato.He replied in a low voice, "I never do bad things."

It's really not him who did the bad things...cough.

Bingwen didn't know so much.

Bingwen, who was still very innocent, saw that Xie Zhao was covering up, and his eyes were a little red, and he looked like he was shedding tears, so he thought of another possibility.

He hesitated to think: It could not be that last night he insisted on letting the young master go out alone, but the young master saw two or three passers-by on the road, but he was alone. When you were traveling, compared with the two, sadly found a place to cry all night?

Bingwen thought uncertainly: Is the young master really so sensitive and fragile now?

But recalling Xie Zhao who had been in a daze for a while after the third prince left, Bingwen couldn't help thinking: Maybe it's true?After all, he also heard from Cui Yu, who waters the flowers in the house, that once a person has someone he likes, it is possible to change his personality drastically.Perhaps the young master only missed the third prince at first, and after being alone for a while, he began to miss the late master again, so it became even more difficult to control?

Not to mention, the more Bingwen thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

Apart from this reason, is there any reason to explain that the young master is crying, but he is so stubborn that he doesn't want to admit that he has cried?

Once this reason was accepted, Bingwen's heart softened when he saw Xie Zhao blushing and unwilling to admit that he had cried.

His tone softened: "Okay, maybe it's just dew dripping into your eyes." He asked, "Do you want to wash up and rest for a while? Anyway, today is a holiday, and you don't have to go to Yushitai to take a post." .”

Although he didn't know why Bingwen didn't continue to ask, but Xie Zhao couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Bingwen took the initiative to skip this topic.

He put down his sleeves and agreed with Bingwen's suggestion: "I'm indeed a little tired. I'll go to bed and rest for a while after I wash up. If there's nothing else to do, you can decline for me if someone else comes to your door."

Bingwen had already determined that Xie Zhao went to find a place to cry last night, and now he looked at Xie Zhao with a bit of pity.

He nodded: "I understand."

Hey, the young master has not been easy these years, maybe it is a good thing to cry, at least to express the depression in his heart.

For some unspeakable reasons, Xie Zhao was indeed a little tired, so after washing, he threw himself on the bed and fell into a deep sleep without even wringing out his hair thoroughly.

This sleep was a rare sweet and calm sleep in months.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Zhao was half asleep when Bingwen suddenly called out nervously.After being forcibly awakened, Xie Zhao rubbed his aching temple, sighed and asked, "Why all the fuss, what happened?"

The rest of his drowsiness was completely dispelled by Bingwen's words.

Bingwen clutched Xie Zhao's arm in a panic, and stammered, "Elder-in-law."

He swallowed, tried to calm his heartbeat, and said to Xie Zhao with a pale face, "My lord, there is news from the Jinwu Guard that—they said—"

Has the Jinwu Guard come to the door?

Xie Zhao looked at Bingwen in confusion, and asked, "What did the Jin Wuwei say?"

Bingwen closed his eyes, and said all the words in one breath: "They said that His Royal Highness was assassinated last night!"

"what--"

Xie Zhao was stunned on the bed for a while before his brain realized the meaning of Bingwen's words.Regardless of his aching body, he jumped up from the bed in shock and hit the top of the bed.

His head came into close contact with the top of the mahogany bed, and Xie Zhao was hit so brightly that he fell back on the bed with a hiss.

Everything happened only in the blink of an eye. Before Bingwen could react, Xie Zhao had already collapsed on the bed with a pale face. While carefully rubbing the top of his head, he wrinkled his bitter face and struggled to get up from the bed.

Bingwen quickly went to help him up: "Does it hurt you from being bumped?"

Nonsense, of course it hurts!This is a fragile brain, not some broken metal.

Xie Zhao didn't care about the pain, he lifted the quilt and was about to get up: "Bingwen, quickly find me some decent clothes, I'm going to the Prince's Mansion to have a look."

Bingwen also knew that this matter was of great importance, so he quickly prepared clothes for Xie Zhao.

When Xie Zhao hurriedly dressed and rushed to the Prince's residence, the Prince's residence was already crowded with officials.He glanced hastily, and almost everyone with status in the capital had come.

Prime Minister Xu Yixin was sitting in the main hall. Lin Zheng, Pei Shulin and other ministers had all arrived. Everyone had serious expressions and fearful eyes.

Xie Zhao walked behind Dou Shun and asked He Fang for news in a low voice.

"I came in a hurry, and I don't know much." He lowered his voice and asked He Fang: "Master He, please tell me quickly, what is going on with the prince? Is the prince seriously injured?"

He Fang disliked Xie Zhao's slow arrival, and gave Xie Zhao a dissatisfied look.

Even so, he snorted softly, thinking that Xie Zhao was not clear about losing Yushitai's face, he reluctantly explained to Xie Zhao: "Last night when the prince and the princess went out to beg for Qiao, suddenly a man dressed as The peddler attacked at this moment. Although the guards reacted quickly, the assassin was still too sensitive and stabbed the prince with a dagger."

"As for the injury..."

He Fang glanced at the prince's inner bedroom: "Now the imperial doctors are still diagnosing."

How could there be such a daring assassin who attacked the prince of a country by himself?

Xie Zhao was speechless, and felt that the most shocking thing about the whole incident was that an assassin pretending to be a peddler actually broke through the protection of numerous guards and injured the prince alone!

Even without asking, Xie Zhao knew that the fate of the guards last night would not be much better.If the prince is well, these guards can still take the crime and make meritorious deeds; but if something happens to the prince, these guards will not say their own lives, and they are afraid that even their family members will be implicated.

I just hope the prince is okay.

Xie Zhao couldn't help sighing when he thought of Qin Houde who was still in Chengyuan.

The ministers in a room huddled together, and it was a scorching summer day, and soon everyone's foreheads began to drip sweat.

But thinking of the prince who still doesn't know the situation in the bedroom, no one dared to say a word: if something happened to the prince, they would have nothing to eat.

Finally, under the expectant eyes of all the ministers, the imperial physician came out of the house.

Facing the eyes of the whole room, the imperial doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Although the dagger was inserted into the chest, fortunately it was not deep and did not hurt the internal organs. Presumably after two or three months of recuperation, the crown prince can recover as before."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and completely relaxed.

Taking advantage of this moment, Xie Zhao wiped the sweat off his face, looked up, and saw that Xu Yixin finally let go of his clenched fist, and his gloomy expression eased.

It's perfectly normal for him to behave like this.After all, Xu Yixin is the Prince's uncle and also the Prince's greatest ally. He has spent more than 20 years on the Prince. die.

"It's best if the prince is fine."

As the prime minister, Xu Yixin has the highest official position in the house right now, so he naturally wants to preside over the overall situation.He sat upright on the top, the prime minister who had always been calm and calm for the first time completely tore off his mask, revealing the utter anger in his heart.

Glancing heavily at the officials in the room, Xu Yixin sneered: "The prince is fine, then we have to find a way to catch this brave man. I want to see who dares to confront Tangtang in the capital of a country." The crown prince really ate a bear's heart and a leopard's guts when he made a move."

No matter what you think in your heart, after hearing what Xu Yixin said, the officials in the room all agreed, and all of them said angrily that they wanted to find the black hand.

Xie Zhao's eyes pretended to glance across everyone's faces inadvertently, and doubts arose in his heart: Who did it?If something happens to the prince, who will benefit the most?

Not only Xie Zhao thought so, but other officials in the room turned their minds and came to the same conclusion.

——If something happens to the crown prince, the one who will benefit the most is of course King Cheng who is still in the mansion reflecting on himself.

But after this idea came into being, everyone couldn't help but have another suspicion.

That is, is Cheng Wang really so bold? ——In other words, is King Cheng really so stupid?

Xie Zhao's eyes followed the people in the room, and met Wan Xu in the corner of the room.

The other party had obviously been paying attention to Xie Zhao, and when he saw Xie Zhao looking over, he smiled at him with great interest.

Xie Zhao frowned, and immediately looked away.

He thought: If King Cheng really did this, how could Wan Xu still laugh at this moment?

After Xu Yixin looked around at the officials in the room, he finally set his eyes on the expression of Yang Xun, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, and ordered coldly, "Master Yang, I heard that the assassin was caught last night?"

When this happened, Yang Xun also hated the person behind it.

He frowned and nodded: "The assassin wanted to run after being caught, but was quickly caught by the guards. The assassin obviously came prepared, and wanted to bite his tongue to kill himself after being caught. Fortunately, some of the guards reacted quickly. He removed his jaw in time, so that the assassin didn't die so easily."

Yang Xun looked at Xu Yixin: "Right now, that person has been imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, and Lian Song is in charge."

Lian Song is in charge?

Xu Yixin heard about the reputation of this master punishment expert, and felt relieved, and said with satisfaction: "If that's the case, then I'll wait for good news from the Ministry of Punishment."

He stood up and said to the officials: "The prince is fine, you adults should go back first. There are too many people and the noise is too loud, which will disturb the prince and affect the recovery of the prince's health."

The prime minister said so, no matter what other people thought in their hearts, they all showed enough concern for the crown prince, and left one after another after saying a few words of concern.

The assassination of a prince of a country is obviously not a trivial matter.

Xie Zhao had something in his heart, and after leaving the Prince's Mansion, he went straight to the Ministry of Punishment, wanting to see the assassin.He was just trying his luck, but he didn't expect that shortly after reporting his name, a jailer came to tell him that Mr. Lian allowed him to go in.

The jailer looked Xie Zhao up and down, saw Xie Zhao's clean and fresh appearance, and passed Lian Song's original words to Xie Zhao: "Lord Lian said. As long as Master Xie can bear it, he doesn't mind you going in and taking a look. "

It's not him who is being tortured, why can't he bear it?

Xie Zhao felt that Lian Song underestimated him too much.He waved his hand and said it was okay, followed the jailer into the cell, and saw a slender young official standing at the door of the cell waiting for him.

Seeing Xie Zhao come in, the young man nodded his head and said hello: "Master Xie is good. I have heard about your name for a long time, and I finally see you."

Is this person Lian Song?

Xie Zhao's eyes flicked across the other party's pretty face, and he replied friendly: "Today I am really troublesome, Mr. Lian." He followed Lian Song to the depths of the cell, curiously said: "I and Lian Song My lord has never been masked, but why is lord Lian willing to allow me to come in?"

This kind of assassin who assassinated the prince should not be easily met by ordinary people.

"Because I believe you have nothing to do with it."

Lian Song looked at Xie Zhao calmly, without any fluctuations in his voice: "You are not a fool."

Xie Zhao, who was praised for not being a fool, felt that Lian Song was a bit interesting.

He looked at Lian Song: "Thank you, Lord Lian, for your compliment?"

Lian Song looked straight ahead again, and led Xie Zhao to the deepest part of the cell.

It was a sunny day outside the cell, but the cell was cold and damp.Lian Song listened to the faint wailing sound, his indifferent face remained calm.

The prison cell of the arrested assassin was just ahead, and Lian Song curled up his right hand fingers hanging by his side slightly.He asked, "Master Xie, are you sure you want to move on?"

Xie Zhao hummed: "If Lord Lian doesn't mind."

"Of course the officer doesn't mind."

Having reached the destination, Lian Song stopped in his tracks.

The assassin who had endured several rounds of punishment just fell into a coma, and was woken up by a bucket of salt water in the blink of an eye. He was sweating in pain and wanted to moan, but because his jaw was removed, he could only let out a few whimpers from the depths of his throat. .

The sight gradually became clear, and the assassin who woke up could see clearly who was standing in front of him. Although Butterfly Valley had been pierced into the iron chain, he still struggled to retreat.

He looked at the handsome young man with a harmless appearance in front of him in fear, thinking of the punishments this man had used on him last night, he wished he could die on the spot.

The iron chain was dragged, making a dull and heavy sound.

Under the terrified eyes of the assassin, Lian Song said to Xie Zhao calmly: "If you feel unwell, you don't need to tell me, just go out."

Xie Zhao glanced at the scarred assassin, only to feel that his Butterfly Valley began to ache: "...Okay, Lord Lian, don't worry about me."

Lian Song nodded, and turned his attention to the assassin again.

He said to the little official beside him expressionlessly: "In that case, let's start."

At first, Xie Zhao felt that he might be able to last for half an hour.

But in fact, he quickly walked out of the cell within a short time.Facing the knowing gaze of the guard at the door, Xie Zhao felt the cold sweat on his back, recalled the bloody scene he had just seen, and forced a smile.

This smile is really ugly.

Xie Zhao leaned on the wall, felt the scorching sun, and felt that he had crawled back to the world from the [-]th floor of hell.

Some memories are the more you want to forget, the more you want to remember them.

Xie Zhao thought of Lian Song's bony hands again, and his complexion became paler.He clutched his stomach tightly, and felt that his stomach was starting to feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, he didn't have time to eat in the morning, otherwise he would be even more embarrassed now.

After a while, he finally regained his strength, and said to himself with a pale face: "...Lian Song of the Ministry of Punishment really lives up to its reputation."

Xie Zhao thought, with Lian Song's methods, it would not be easy for the assassin to survive until now.

However, no matter how tough a man is, with the intensity of punishment that Lian Song used, he probably won't be able to last long.

Sure enough, an hour later, Lian Song, who was still clean, came out of the cell.

Facing Xie Zhao's curious gaze, the handsome young man who smelled of blood said calmly, "I'm recruited." He tilted his head in some doubt, and said the answer: "...it's King Cheng."

"Really become a king?!"

When Xie Zhao heard this answer, he almost lost his balance.

The second half of the sentence he didn't say was: Is King Cheng really that stupid?

The author has something to say: I really like Brother Lian Song's name.

I picked it up randomly at the time, but when I wrote it down, I felt it fit his personality very well. I can’t explain why, but it feels like the combination of the two words seems to be the name of this person.