A cluster of blue fireworks bloomed in the sky over Wen Mansion in the middle of the night, which was particularly eye-catching in the night. Wen Xiurong saw the signal, turned around and put on his night clothes and prepared to leave the city. He did not expect that only three days had passed.

There is news from Xuanwu.

This morning, his father went to the Yangxin Hall to request Ding You. It is estimated that he will enter the palace tomorrow to receive foreign affairs assignments. Wan'er's matter must be settled before leaving. Thinking of this, Wen Xiurong couldn't help tightening his collar.

The frequency of pinching the horse's belly also increased.

After a while, he arrived at the suburban post station and came to his exclusive east wing room on the second floor. Xuanwu was already waiting for him in the room. When he saw Wen Xiurong coming, he immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted: "Master, slave.

It has been found out." Wen Xiurong put down his night clothes, sat down and waved his hand to signal Xuanwu to get up. Xuanwu got up and poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Wen Xiurong.

After taking a sip, he put down the teacup and said, "Okay, let's talk." Xuanwu stood aside and whispered. Wen Xiurong's face became more and more ugly with his words. Xuanwu told the story about the poison.

After the explanation was completed, he looked at his master. His expression was so gloomy that he felt like he could swallow him up at any time. He couldn't help but pause in his words, fearing that if he continued speaking, there would be no return.

Wen Xiurong didn't speak, and his body didn't move at all. He looked as if he was petrified. He picked up the cup with his hand for a long time, and his knuckles turned white when he pinched the quilt. Xuanwu carefully accompanied him and added hot water to the cup. Wen Xiurong

Xiurong drank again before asking: "Has everything been confirmed?" Xuanwu nodded seriously.

"Master, there is something else." Xuanwu continued to speak uncertainly. Wen Xiurong looked at the teacup in his hand and waited for Xuanwu to continue speaking. "Before, you asked Suzaku and Qinglong to keep an eye on Prince De. They knew that the slave was coming today.

, and also asked the slaves to bring all the evidence. These have confirmed from the side that Gong Zeqin is just a knife in someone else's hand. It's just that the knife was not clever and exposed the truth, otherwise we wouldn't be able to find out who he was.

On the heads of nobles”

After saying that, Xuanwu turned his collar over and cut two layers with a knife, took out the cloth that was placed close to his body, and handed it to Wen Xiurong with both hands. This was a special way for the senior officials of their hall to convey important news, recording all important contents.

It is placed on a tight but light fabric, and then sewn into the clothes.

People who don't know can't find the secret letter at all. It's easier to save than paper. If there is an interception on the way, the news will not be lost. If you find that your clothes have been cut open and taken away, it means someone is betraying you. There are only a few high-level officials.

You can take control immediately and conduct self-examination so that nothing will leak out.

"Don't keep the one who handed the poison in, and get it done as soon as possible." Wen Xiurong hoped that this operation would serve as a warning. If a man who is a son and a brother can't even protect his family, how can he be ambitious?

With a good plan in mind, Xuanwu responded "Yes" and disappeared into the night. He would never have thought in the future that his decision tonight could be said to have laid the foundation for the destruction of the Wen family.

Wen Xiurong came to the window and opened it. The moon tonight was not as round as it was a few days ago. He was wondering whether he would tell his father the real reason for Wan'er's miscarriage tomorrow. He looked up at the bright moon above his head.

I vaguely sensed that the purpose of the man behind the scenes was definitely not just Zai Wan'er's children, but their entire Wen family.

The ancients said, "Forbearance means a knife to the head." But even if you really endure it to the point of shrinking, can you keep the whole family safe? Wen Xiurong left a big question mark in his heart and stood in front of the window.

Half an hour later, he felt a bone-chilling chill. He didn't know whether it was because of the cool breeze in the autumn evening or because of what Xuanwu had just leaned over and said in his ear. So he put on his night cloak, turned over, mounted his horse, and headed towards Wenfu in a concealed and fast way.
Chapter completed!