"The south garden of the General's Mansion, where you can naturally find evidence."
Qiu Moli was not prepared to say it out loud.
This was originally a trap she had set for Xuan Zixu.
As for how to solve this matter, everything was left to Xuan Zixu.
All she had to do was to see how Lian Ji's life was worse than death.
Qin Feng is also an extremely smart person.
He has heard more or less about the affairs between Qiu Moli and Xuan Zixu.
But Qiu Moli didn't know that from the day Qiunan was buried, the emperor had ordered that Qiunan's assassination should not be investigated again.
Even if someone investigated, it could only be passed over.
Although this is not in line with his usual style of doing things, the emperor's order cannot be violated "Madam, you can rest assured that this matter will be left to my Fengtian Mansion, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."
Qin Feng's words were extremely official.
Fortunately, Qiu Moli didn't find fault with them.
"In that case, I will go back to the General's Mansion to wait for news."
Now that things have come to this, Qiu Moli is naturally ready to return home, but she doesn't want to meet someone she never expected outside Fengtian Mansion: her master, Master Fushen.
Before Qiu Moli had time to marvel, he watched his master get on a carriage.
From a distance, he still looked the same as he did ten years ago, whether it was appearance or clothing.
Thinking about this, Qiu Moli realized that these Neither she nor her senior brother had ever noticed this.
"Madam, what's wrong?"
Zhaixing asked curiously when he saw Qiu Moli staring blankly at the corner of the street.
"No, it's nothing.
Zhaixing, you go back first.
I have something else to do.
I will come back to the General's Mansion to find you after the matter is settled."
"Yes" Zhaixing nodded obediently.
As soon as Zhaixing agreed, Qiu Moli couldn't wait to fly up to the roof and headed towards the place where the carriage drove past.
It was not a wise choice to just get lucky after suffering internal injuries, but the matter was urgent and Qiu Moli couldn't care less.
After so much, it was not easy to meet the master.
There is no reason to miss it.
After three sticks of incense, the carriage finally stopped in front of a house, and Qiu Moli also got a chance to breathe.
At this moment, my inner breath was in chaos again, and my chest felt a little uncomfortable.
Qiu Moli had no choice but to collect his breath and flew down from a certain courtyard wall.
After traveling for more than a year, the person has not changed, but the state of mind has been very different this year.
He went to four countries successively.
Although he didn't stay in each country for a long time, it was enough to understand the recent trends of each country.
All this shows that the balance among the four countries will soon be broken, but we don’t know which country will be the first to provoke disputes.
Dazhou leads the north or Dongmo and Xianxia Thinking of this, even the expression on Fushen's face, which had become a habit of being expressionless, became a little solemn.
A war between the four countries is inevitable, but the people of the world are afraid that it will suffer again.
"Master, please" Arriving at the innermost room of the courtyard, Black Feather stopped.
After respectfully saying "please" to Fushen, he stepped aside.
Fushen didn't hesitate for a moment and stepped into the room alone.
In the room, King Chen had ordered people to prepare tea.
The mellow and fragrant tea leaves were soaked in boiling water.
The strong fragrance suddenly spread in the room.
Even Fu Shen, who was used to drinking all kinds of tea, couldn't help it. sigh.
“Really good tea”
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Chen Wang Nan Jianxun nodded slightly, and then put the tea set on the table next to the teapot that had been brewed.
Made another pot of tea.
Suddenly, the two scents of tea intertwined, and the smell of tea in the room seemed stronger.
"Master, try it.
What's the difference between these two cups of tea?"
Fushen didn't shirk, he picked up one of the cups of tea and took a sip, but he was unwilling to try the second cup.
"Master, why do you only drink one cup?"
King Chen looked at Fushen with a trace of inquiry in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.
"If there are three thousand pieces of water, you would only take one scoop.
Tea is also made from water.
Naturally, you would only take one cup."
The smile on Nan Jianxun's face still didn't go away, and he asked again.
"Then what's your reason for taking this cup?"
"Everything is determined by fate.
I believe the prince also knows that some things cannot be forced."
"If this king insists on changing," King Chen said this uncharacteristically, and then looked at the expression on Fushen's face.
Unfortunately, this man didn't even raise his eyebrows.
"Of course it hurts others and hurts ourselves."
After saying this, Fushen clasped his hands together and stopped talking.
Normally at this time, if Qiu Moli was there, he would abandon everyone, then take out a Buddhist scripture and offer it respectfully, but King Chen is not Qiu Moli after all. , when encountering this situation, he will only become more anxious.
"Master, let's make it clear.
Is the emperor of Zhou Dynasty, King Zhang or me?"
The emperor has no heirs, and even his only son fell into a fool three years ago, so as long as he controls the present, the final heir to the throne can only be him and Prince Zhang.
Prince Zhang and he have an incompatible relationship, no matter who takes the throne.
If he kills the emperor, he will try his best to kill the other one.
That's why he thought of using tea to test the situation, but he didn't buy it at all and wasn't even willing to give a hint.
But he can't lose At least he couldn't lose to Nan Jianzhe.
"Your Majesty is too impetuous today, let's talk another day."
Fushen retracted his hands and stood up, with no intention of giving Prince Chen any face.
"This king can promise you that if I ascend the throne, I will respect you as the Great Zhou State Master, inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people."
"Glory and wealth are short-lived.
I just want to spend the rest of my life chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha.
I hope the prince will forgive me."
The floating words echoed in Nan Jianxun's mind for a long time, and he couldn't figure out the clues until the tea on the table cooled and turned to ice.
I originally thought that if I knew the ups and downs and returned to Kyoto today, I would have an advantage, but who knows?
"What is destiny?
As long as you plan properly, destiny can be changed."
Nan Jianxun squinted his eyes, looked at the direction in which he was going, and said to himself.
After leaving the house, Fushen chose the right direction without hesitation, but when he turned a corner, he saw Qiu Moli sitting on the ground with a pale face, and there were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth that he had not had time to wipe away.
"My teacher has long said that you can't force anything, and don't be impatient when I ask you to practice.
Why don't you always listen?"
Qiu Moli finally laughed when he saw that the person in front of him could not hide his concern for him even if he was blaming him.
"Master, your brows are more wrinkled than usual.
Also, you seem to be still wearing the monk's robe from a year ago."
"Teacher, I'm talking to you about business, don't try to change the subject."
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Fusheng was scolded again, but it was a pity that Qiu Moli was used to being thick-skinned, and it was already not easy for her to take her seriously.
"Li'er, when will you become sensible?
As a teacher, you are the only one left as a disciple.
You have to take care of yourself."
The smile on Qiu Moli's face suddenly froze.
"Master, what do you mean by this?
Has something happened to my senior brother?"
To be continued
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