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Zhu Wenqi took the memorial and recognized Wu Shouze's handwriting at a glance.

After Wu Shouze took him to hide in the dark bushes and was searched out, he immediately asked his people to search Wu Shouze carefully, but he did not find the memorial.

Then how did this memorial get into the hands of the emperor's uncle?

Zhu Wenqi wished in his heart that he could find out the whistleblower at this moment, but he still had a gentle smile on his face, flipped through two pages seemingly casually, and then raised his head, "Uncle Huang, this is Wu The rules were handed over to you?"

Zhu Changcun shook his head, "It doesn't matter who gave it to me, I just want to ask you, what do you think of what is written on it?"

Zhu Wenqi understood that it was not Wu Shouze who presented it before entering the palace. If Zhu Changcun had obtained such an important content before, his character would not delay asking until now, and it is more likely that he just obtained it tonight. Memorial.

Zhu Wenqi couldn't think of another person who was capable of delivering the memorial to Zhu Changcun in the Hall of Mental Cultivation at this juncture.

Zhu Wenqi hated so much that the blood on his face faded, his hands behind his back were tightly clenched into fists, his teeth were clenched, and he looked at Zhu Houxue with a smile, "Uncle Emperor, could it be that he trespassed on Zongzheng tonight?" The assassin from the temple handed this memorial to you?"

Zhu Changcun's expression moved slightly, and Zhu Wenqi knew that his answer was yes. He let out a long breath, and looked at Zhu Changcun with a very hurt expression again.

"Uncle Huang, what absurd things did the assassin join forces with Dali Temple Minister Wu Shouze tonight? Did Uncle Huang forget it so quickly? Trespassing the palace, robbing a key criminal in the main temple, and blatantly holding me hostage. There are hundreds of heads, not enough for him to lose."

"Besides, I told Uncle Huang earlier that the assassin was a member of the Chanyi Sect, who was bought by Zhu Wenzhen a few months ago, just looking for an opportunity to assassinate me."

"Such a person doesn't deserve to exist in this world. How can his words be trusted?"

"The assassin and Wu Shou broke into the palace after escaping from the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. The two of them were sent to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for assisting Zhu Wenzhen in conspiracy. Just ask Gu Ting and Wang Che about this."

"Since Wu Shouze has been convicted of assisting King Jing's rebellion, it is not surprising that he was instructed by Zhu Wenzhen to force his own crime on me."

"Uncle Huang, think about it carefully. If Zhu Wenzhen's accusations of biting me back are true, why would the assassin and Wu Shouze risk their lives to break into the palace at night to rescue Zhu Wenzhen from Zongzheng Temple?"

"If they weren't guilty of being thieves, why should they be afraid of the investigation and interrogation of Zongzheng Temple?"

Zhu Wenqi's tone was calm and firm, and he kept staring at Zhu Changcun's eyes with sincere feelings. Seeing that the emperor's nephew was framed, Zhu Changcun was still not angry, but just narrated his grievances to him. I was a little impulsive just now, and didn't consider your feelings, Zechen, don't blame the emperor."

Zhu Wenqi shook his head slowly, "Brother Xiangjun has been loved since he was a child, and I didn't want to believe that he would do such a thing. It is normal for the emperor to have such a misunderstanding."

Seeing the expression of regret and disappointment towards his elder brother in the prince's pale face and eyes, Zhu Changcun sighed and shook his head.

Zhu Wenqi paused for a moment, and then said: "The uncle guarding the father day and night is really exhausting. If the body is exhausted, the palace and the capital will have no backbone, and it will be completely messed up. Mu'er and I Father must also not want to see the emperor's uncle so troublesome, how about if I take care of the emperor's father on behalf of the emperor's uncle, and the emperor's uncle rests for half a day, and then returns to the Hall of Mental Cultivation when he recovers?"

Zhu Changcun didn't answer immediately, but stared at Zhu Wenqi's face for a long time.

Zhu Wenqi looked back at him calmly, with only concern in his eyes.

Zhu Changcun sighed and shook his head: "No need, until this matter is completely settled, I will stay by the emperor's side. This is just my duty as a younger brother, and it has nothing to do with whether I trust you or not. I hope you can understand, Zechen."

Zhu Wenqi nodded, "I understand." Then he said some words to hope that the emperor would take care of his health, "Since the emperor believes in me, he is willing to hand over this memorial to me. This is an important clue to the case of brother Xiangjun's treason. Temple surveys are also helpful."

Zhu Changcun wanted to keep the memorial and read it carefully, but he had already rejected Zhu Wenqi's request to guard the emperor on his behalf. If he refused again at this time, he might hurt his nephew's heart. After weighing it, he finally compromised and nodded in agreement. up.

Zhu Wenqi saluted Zhu Changcun respectfully, took his leave and went out of the hall, and was stopped by Zhu Changcun again just half way away.

"Zechen, let the Ministry of Criminal Justice participate in the investigation of Mr. Xiang and assist Zongzheng Temple."

Zhu Changcun's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly hid his unexpected emotions, nodded to Zhu Changcun, and said, "Got it."

Zhu Changcun explained again, "Dali Temple has been completely controlled by King Xiang's henchmen, and Zongzheng Temple cannot guarantee that there are no people without him. Even if you are watching all the time, but after all, one person's energy is limited, and there is no guarantee that there will be no one who slips through the net. With the assistance of the Criminal Department, you can relax a lot."

Naturally, Zhu Wenqi would not openly object to this proposal, otherwise it would only increase the suspicion of Zongzheng Temple, so he just smiled and saluted Zhu Changcun, "Uncle Huang is worrying too much. , I dare not take the risk of handing over the matter to Zongzheng Temple alone."

Zhu Changcun nodded with satisfaction: "It's good that you understand, your injury is not healed yet, go back and rest quickly, and pay attention to your body."

Zhu Wenqi thanked the emperor's uncle again and again, bowed respectfully and said goodbye.

Tang Ke led Zhu Wenzhen back to the new base of the Chanyi Sect overnight, and stayed on the hilltop of Xianyu.

Since Xian Yu resigned from his position in the sect and retired, he set up a mountain and built a courtyard to live in alone. Because the prince's assassination case was exposed, the entire sect changed its hiding place. Still according to the old practice, an independent hill was arranged for Xian Yu and a new courtyard was built. .

Hearing about what Tang Ke had done, Xian Yu scolded him severely. Seeing the injury on his apprentice, he had no choice but to beat him. The injury and Zhu Wenzhen's high fever were seen together, and he prescribed medicine and gave many instructions before leaving.

Xian Yu wished he could scold his apprentice for not giving up for three days and three nights, but seeing Tang Ke's embarrassed and exhausted appearance, he had no choice but to let him go and ask him to rest quickly, and he would settle accounts with him after he recovered.

Tang Ke was traumatized. Although it was really painful, he was a martial arts practitioner after all, so he passed it after he endured it.

But Zhu Wenzhen was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and many things that happened in these two short days dragged him down physically and mentally. After taking medicine, his fever subsided a little, but he was still in a trance.

Tang Ke didn't want the Zongmen brothers to touch Zhu Wenzhen, so he could only endure the pain on his body and serve him by himself.

After feeding Zhu Wenzhen and drinking medicine, he scrubbed his body again, changed into the clean clothes he had left with his master, and carried him to the bed for a long time.

Zhu Wenzhen was still burning, Tang Ke didn't dare to get too close to him, Zhu Wenzhen didn't want to, so he tried his best to get into Tang Ke's arms, Tang Ke let him go, and ignored the wound on his chest that had just been bandaged .

Zhu Wenzhen curled up, nestled into Tang Ke's arms, and buried his face in his chest.

"Xiao Ke, why did Zechen act like this...the emperor clearly loves him...how can he do it..."

"It's my fault... If I hadn't escaped from the palace to find you, if I had stayed by Emperor Father's side, he wouldn't have been poisoned by Zechen... I shouldn't have run out disobediently..."

Tang Ke pressed his sigh into his heart, raised his hand and brushed away Zhu Wenzhen's soft hair on his forehead, and kissed him on the forehead, "Stop thinking about it, rest first, okay?"

Zhu Wenzhen shook his head, and his soft blue hair brushed Tang Ke's collarbone, "Xiao Ke, what about my father, will he be okay?"

Tang Ke raised his hand, supported Zhu Wenzhen's chin and raised his head, looked at the red and swollen almond eyes filled with water, "Do you believe me?"

Zhu Wenzhen stared fixedly at Tang Ke, "Yes."

Tang Ke chuckled, "Xiang'er, I promise you that I will help you save your father and bring down the prince and his henchmen, okay?"

Tang Ke's determined words fell to the bottom of Zhu Wenzhen's heart, which gave him a hanging heart to rely on. He nodded and approached Tang Ke's arms again.

Zhu Wenzhen didn't understand how Tang Ke, a little assassin, could fight against the prince who was exercising the important task of supervising the country and joining forces with King Zhenbei.

But he trusted Tang Ke unconditionally.