After the gloomy cannon fodder was reborn

The wind rustled through the bamboo forest.

The starry sky was clear tonight, and the water-colored moonlight fell on Mu Jianshu's shoulders, surrounded him from behind, and fell a little on the window sill.

His hand was pressing on the window frame, his five fingers were curled, his knuckles were protruding, and he was hiding his strength, as if he was pressing down.

The candlelight by the window had a limited range of light, making his face half-lit and half-dark, and the face that was already hidden under the mask was almost invisible now.

There is only one pair of eyes left, and the orange candlelight is lit in the darkness, flickering and jumping.

Holding the pen in his hand, Xue Fuguang slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Still able to stand in front of him well, it seems that he is not injured.

Thinking about it this way, perhaps his chances of winning against the prince are greater than he thought.

As long as Mu Jianshu is there, even if the prince is seriously injured, he can escape unscathed.

He unconsciously showed a happy smile in his eyes, his pupils were bright, and he said in a brisk tone: "These two days of strict investigation in the capital, you must not leave by my side. If you dare to walk away half a step without permission and cause trouble, I will definitely I won't protect you."

Mu Jianshu took half a step forward, leaned against the window, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Okay."

After waiting for a while, seeing that Xue Fuguang had no intention of ordering him to do anything, he closed the window sash lightly and disappeared into the darkness.

Everyone was shocked by such a major event as the assassination of the prince. The gates of the capital city were sealed overnight.

The location of the assassination was two streets away from the Wangfu, not too far away, within two hours, a servant came to hear Zhu Xuan tell Shao Jing that the imperial guards were going to search the Wangfu.

During the search, everyone in the entire mansion must go to the front hall and are not allowed to move around without authorization.The guards can withdraw their troops only after they confirm that there are no suspicious persons.

If there is any change, the imperial guards have the right to kill those who disobey.

Xue Fuguang led all the people listening to Zhuxuan to the front hall, where people from various courtyards had already gathered.

Seeing him, Xue Wanxi waved to him: "Ah Ru, come quickly."

Xue Fuguang took two steps forward, and heard the leader of the imperial guard ask: "Dare to ask the prince, are all the people in the mansion here?"

Xue Fuguang paused, and called out: "Qu Wu."

A black-clothed figure walked out of the corner, attracting the attention of the commander of the imperial army.

Xue Fuguang raised his eyes, and said in a calm voice, "This person is my personal bodyguard. Where I am, he will be there. Now ask him to show up, so that the commander can search."

The other party smiled politely: "Thank you, Shizi, for your understanding." Then he waved his hand, "Search!"

The imperial guards with knives dispersed in unison and searched the whole house.

Mu Jianshu walked behind Xue Fuguang and stood still, almost on the left and right of Shao Jing, very close to him.

Xue Fuguang turned his head slightly to glance at him, and the commander of the imperial army began to ask people to search the identity of everyone present.

When he arrived at Xue Fuguang, he said: "From Sishi to Shenshi, he was with the sixth prince and the twelfth prince. After Shenshi, he went to the edict prison. When the crown prince was assassinated, I was in the edict prison."

The commander of the Imperial Army looked at Xue Fuguang with half-closed eyes: "Your Majesty is going to prison... who is he seeing?"

Xue Fuguang: "Du Ru'an," he paused, "Does the commander think that Du Yuanzuo is related to this matter? If so, I might as well tell you what he did and said after seeing Du Yuanzuo."

Since Du Ru'an was imprisoned, the emperor has not said a word, and he has not even removed his official position. In the end, he still feels that it is not worth offending Du Ru'an for Gao Deshen's idiot.

How dare the commander of the imperial army offend the courtier whom the emperor valued?

He immediately smiled and said: "Your Majesty is worrying too much, I just asked a question out of curiosity. I never thought that your Majesty and Du Yuanzuo have such a harmonious relationship."

Xue Fuguang became impatient, and said without hesitation: "That's it."

The commander of the imperial army wisely stopped annoying Xue Fuguang and began to question other people.

Shao Jing and Mu Jianshu are people who follow closely beside him, so naturally they go wherever he is.

The sixth prince and the twelve princes can be witnesses.

Xue Fuguang leaned back in the chair, spending time with them.

He rested his chin, and waited until he felt a little drowsy before the imperial guards who went to search came back one after another, and they did not find anything suspicious.

After a search, it was the end of Haishi.

Many people in the hall were yawning and feeling sleepy.

The commander of the Imperial Army repeatedly confirmed that there were no omissions, and charged the three of Prince Gong with a crime. He led the Imperial Army out of the palace and went to the next house to continue the search.

Xue Fuguang covered his lips, after yawning, his eyes were full of water, he squinted to look at Mu Jianshu: "Let's go, listen to Zhuxuan."

Prince Gong wanted to keep the youngest son to talk, but seeing how sleepy he was with tears in his eyes, did he arrest him now and allow him to go back to his yard.

After entering the Tingzhu Pavilion, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Shao Jing ordered people to fetch water, and chattered: "The crown prince will be assassinated, I don't know who is so courageous. But if this incident happened, wouldn't the prince be able to go to the imperial court to learn tomorrow?"

Xue Fuguang wiped his face with a handkerchief, and said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Shao Jing was quite happy, and said with a happy smile, "It just so happens that the son can have a good rest for a day."

Xue Fuguang laughed and said: "You are lazy, don't use me as a raft."

Shaojing chuckled and didn't blush when exposed.

Going to Taixue every day, leaving early and returning late, is really tiring.

After tidying up, he told all the servants to rest and lie down on the bed.

On the top of the head is an emerald green curtain, which is in line with the bamboo forest in the yard.

He stared at it for a long time, but he didn't feel sleepy, as if he was tired and started to refresh himself.

I don't force myself to sleep, because I don't have to go to school tomorrow, so I don't need to get up early.

He thought about today's events in his mind.

Xiu Jin sneaked out of the palace for Du Ru'an, and the prince followed him to find him, which gave Mu Jianshu a chance to do something.

It was a surprise for Yu Yingchao's spies that the incident happened suddenly, and he seized the opportunity to surprise the prince.

Mu Jianshu is a ruthless person, so decisive.On weekdays, in front of him, he was a little bit inconspicuous, and he was very good at putting on a show.

However, there are only a lot more hidden guards around the prince than him, and the exit from the palace is also very sudden. Counting the time when Xiu Jin escaped from the palace, it is only a few hours, how did Mu Jianshu complete the dispatch in such a short time? Manned and arranged for an assassination plan?

And retreated completely...

Xue Fuguang condensed slightly.

He suddenly lifted the quilt, put on his shoes and got out of bed, put on his coat and strode out!

——Mu Jianshu didn't retreat completely!

He hid outside the window today and did not show up. When the imperial guards came to search, he moved slowly. It was obvious that he was injured to cover up his physical strength!

He called "Qu Wu", but no one answered.

But not long after he lay down, Mu Jianshu couldn't leave, so he must still listen to Zhuxuan.

Xue Fuguang carried the lantern, and took advantage of the dim light to search for someone in the courtyard, he carefully looked at the beams of the house, but he didn't see anyone.

He frowned, unable to believe that he had guessed wrong.

Is it true that he was not injured?

Or was Mu Jianshu not as cautious as he thought, and left before he fell asleep?

Xue Fuguang pushed open the door and went back to his own room.

When he put down the lantern in his hand, he smelled a faint fishy smell at the tip of his nose.

There are no noisy people mixed in with other smells, and this smell is gradually clear and abrupt.

The taste of blood.

He lifted the lantern again and followed the smell inside.

This smell is actually very weak, if it is present, if Xue Fuguang is not too familiar with this smell, it is very likely to be ignored.

He went inside, his empty bed.

Lifting the emerald green curtain hanging from the side of the bed, a tall man dressed in black curled up into a ball, covering himself behind the lamp stand.With the lowered head, half of Xue Fuguang's face was exposed in Xue Fuguang's line of sight, as pale as paper, with his eyes tightly closed.

The arms covering the chest and abdomen were hanging down, and along the way, there was a corner of the clothes.

The dark cloth was soaked, drop by drop, forming a palm-sized pool of blood on the ground.