Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

After being assassinated in Qingshan Pavilion, Fu Liang didn't want to die anymore.

Life and death are fate, no matter accidents or illness, death, old age, he can accept it calmly, but he can't accept being murdered by others, this kind of thing that makes "relatives hurt and enemies are happy" will stimulate his instinctive desire to fight to the bottom.

That night, Jingzhao Mansion Yin led people to Qingshan Pavilion in time, and carried back the black-clothed assassin's body that Qin Mu had sealed his throat with a sword.

In the morning of the next day, Fu Liang got the autopsy report from Jingzhao Fuyin. There was nothing left on the body that could identify him, so no clues about who was behind the scenes were leaked.

But Fu Liang was worried, and came to the Jingzhao Mansion Yin's morgue to check what happened. With his well-known unreliable character in Bianliang, even if the court officials really perfunctory him, it would not be difficult.

Although the sky was bright and sunny outside, the morgue was still windy and windy. The government servants lit the herb and saponins in a brazier to cover up the smell of the corpse.

The stiff corpses covered with white cloth were neatly placed in a row, and Jing Zhaofu Yin personally accompanied Fu Liang, leading him to the corpse at the farthest end.

The yamen servant holding a candlestick stepped forward and gently lifted the white cloth, and Wu Zuo, who was standing aside, looked at the corpse and explained, "Your Highness, the deceased was sealed with a sword. Other than that, there were no obvious trauma. Almost without a cocoon, he should be a person in the rivers and lakes who is accustomed to using knives... Forgive the villain for his incompetence, so he can't see other clues."

When Wu Zuo clasped his fists to plead guilty, another yamen servant came forward holding a tray, on which were the blood-stained night clothes and knives of the deceased. The governor of Jingzhao government gently covered his nose with a handkerchief, and continued in a low voice: "I have checked it." The fabric of this clothes is extremely common, and even the knife is extremely common, and there is nothing else on the assassin's body that can indicate his identity."

Both Fu Liang and Qin Mu had a small piece of ginger in their mouths, and a little sesame oil under their noses. He stared at the corpse and frowned slightly, and ordered bluntly, "Dissect."

"Ah?" Jingzhao Fu Yin was startled by him, his eyes widened, "Now? Here?"

Fu Liang's tone could not be refused: "Yes."

The governor of Jingzhao immediately gave Wu Zuo a look, and Wu Zuo hurriedly said, "Your Highness, there is nothing unusual about this corpse, and the villain thinks there is no need for an autopsy."

Fu Liang stared at him intently, and said word by word: "Ben, Wang, Rang, you, dissect, dissect."

Wu Zuo's back was immediately soaked in a sheet of white sweat, and he secretly looked at the governor of Jingzhao helplessly.

Qin Mu has been observing Fu Liang silently, and Fu Liang's behavior is deviating from his original predetermined pattern. He feels that there are too many interesting things about this person, and he has to discover them slowly.

At this moment, he snorted coldly and chimed in: "It turns out that His Royal Highness King Ning's life is so contemptible in the eyes of Mr. Xu? The autopsy is just to better identify the murderer. If you evade like this, it's hard to be the person behind the scenes with you." Something to do with it?"

"Qin Huwei, don't recklessly wrong good people, how dare you disobey King Ning's intentions in a lowly position?"

Jingzhao Fuyin was so frightened that his legs limp and knelt on the ground.

There are too many civil and military officials who can't understand Fu Liang, but because Fu Liang is so favored by the Queen Mother, they don't dare to make trouble openly. After all, in their eyes, Fu Liang is really a villain, and they would rather offend him these days A gentleman cannot offend a villain.

What's more, it is rumored that the current emperor promised to the queen mother before inheriting the Datong that the throne will be inherited by his younger brother King Ning after his death. This is also the reason why the emperor has been reluctant to establish a heir.

It's just that Jing Zhaofu Yin didn't expect that this prodigal prince usually visits the brothel, and even if he has a bad style and harms the censors, why is he coming to harm his morgue now?

Fu Liang's icy and contemptuous eyes quietly glanced at the governor of Jingzhao, his spine felt chills, and he ordered in a trembling voice: "Xie Jie Jie...dissect."

As soon as the words fell, the sudden wind swept away the white cloth on the assassin's body, and the prefect of Jingzhao said "Ah", so frightened that he almost lost control immediately.

After a simple bath and lunch in Jingzhao Mansion, Fu Liang and Qin Mu rode horses and bridles on the street.

It's past time now, and the sleepiness and laziness on the street is not as intense as noon. Qin Mu saw that he was neither going in the direction of Prince Ning's Mansion this time, nor was he going to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, so he couldn't help asking curiously:

"Your Highness, there is no clue after the autopsy of the man in black, but that Mr. Xu vomited badly. Where are we going now?"

"No clue may be the best clue." Fu Liang narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but analyze.

Qin Mu licked his lips: "Why?"

Fu Liang: "That knife is very new. Isn't it suspicious that you don't have a weapon in hand when you walk in the rivers and lakes? The more people behind the scenes try to cover up the traces, the more it proves that the person is familiar with the king."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Qin Mu. The sun shone lightly on Qin Mu's body. Qin Mu's black clothes set off his face to be fairer and more handsome, but at the same time he was more indifferent. A bit lively and angry.

The corners of Qin Mu's lips twitched unhappily, and the killing intent towards Fu Liang flashed in his mind again: "What are you looking at me for?"

Only then did Fu Liang withdraw his gaze, looked forward and said indifferently: "Go to the palace, I want to thank my brother for giving you to me, so that I can save my life in Qingshan Pavilion."

It seems... and indeed within reason, Qin Mu's killing intent dissipated again.

According to the servant, the emperor is currently approving memorials in Xinuang Pavilion.

Fu Liang didn't know if it was an illusion, but when he climbed the white marble steps in front of the palace, a shadow flashed past the corner like a breeze.

"You, can you calm down recently and take a look, there are a lot of memorials in this case, all of which are impeachment by the censor, saying that you are drunk, dreamy, dead and corrupt...

The majestic prince does not stay in the palace, but sleeps in flowers and willows every night, making the commotion known to all the common people, and the storyteller is about to arrange your deeds to the south of the Yangtze River. "

The emperor stroked his forehead with a headache.

Although he and Fu Liang are brothers of the same father and mother, their looks are not very similar. Fu Liang looks like a queen mother, who is more delicate and elegant, while the emperor is more like the former emperor, with tough, firm features and clear outlines.

He was wearing a purple tuanlong round-neck uniform, and all the black silk was wrapped in a Yishan crown embellished with golden Erlongxizhu. The memorial he read was thrown at his feet: "Look at it yourself."

Fu Liang bent down to pick up the memorial, without looking at it, and habitually handed it to the follower behind him—that is, Qin Mu.

Qin Mu: "..."

He took the memorial with a frown, without looking at it, and put his hands directly behind his back.

emperor:"……"

"Brother Huang, the mouth grows on other people. If they want to talk nonsense, I can't do anything about it." Fu Liang raised his eyebrows aggrievedly, his eyes were quite innocent.

The emperor sighed: "If you were less promiscuous, would the common people still be happy to pass on your story by word of mouth?"