Founding Duke's Mansion.

Xu Mingwu sat on the chair of the Grand Master, staring at the newspaper on the table with a gloomy expression.

As soon as he returned home, he was called to the study by Xu Qingshan, and scolded him. After scolding, he asked him if he did this.

Xu Mingwu insisted on not admitting it, but the language was not so sure, because he didn't know if it was done by his subordinates.

Nan Qinli was a businessman, valued the most interests and was good at catering to it. It was this kid who took the risk of killing the Siam prince in order to make his boss go a step further.

Xu Qingshan seemed to see his doubts and asked him to go back and ask clearly.

Back at his yard, Xu Mingwu glanced at the newspaper in front of him, then snorted and threw it there: "I only know about such a big deal now!"

Nan Qinli, who was sitting opposite, lowered her head, sweating profusely, and murmured: "Our...we...the intelligence branch in Siam is not mature yet, so..."

"Yeah." Xu Mingwu said coldly: "I'm not blaming you for not developing good information. I just want to ask you now, did you send someone to do this?"

Nan Qinli jumped up and shouted, "Boss, am I such a person who is so unrestrained? Without your instructions, how dare I act easily!"

Xu Mingwu stared at him seriously and stopped talking.

After a while, seeing that Nan Qinli was not lying and looked aggrieved, he coughed and said, "Brother Nan, I don't want to doubt you, but my father doubts me..."

"Yes, I suspect you are my fault, but what the hell is this! I am so damn person sitting in the mansion, and disaster comes from heaven!"

Nan Qinli was stunned and said, "Boss, don't worry first. Now it is obvious that someone wants to frame you. We should analyze it first and see how to deal with it."

"What's the point of analyzing this?" Xu Mingwu's mind was very confused.

Nan Qinli said: "This matter has been put on the table. We can't see it under the table. We should prepare for the worst."

"Worst case? What?"

Xu Wenming frowned and said, "You want to say that the person who framed me is Mr. Yang, right?"

Nan Qinli nodded silently: "Now, Mr. Yang, including all the civil and military officials of the court, is eager to marry Princess Zhaoyang, but he does not want the Wuxun Group to marry the imperial family.

Xu Mingwu leaned on the back of the chair and thought to himself that the window paper had been pierced.

Nan Qinli's political vision was so vicious that she could see the problem here at a glance.

He continued: "Old Yang Ge Lao represents the princeling party. You are close to His Highness the King of Han. In addition to the last false accusation incident, the ministers in the court have long classified you into the King of Han party..."

Xu Mingwu nodded. Not to mention that outsiders regard him as the Han King Party, he even thought so in his heart.

Nan Qinli continued: "Those ministers kept saying "South Ocean interests". Yes, Siam was very important to the Ming Dynasty, but didn't he have to marry a princess? It's not necessarily true?

I think all they care about is whether the princess married to Wuxun Group.”

After saying this passage, Xu Mingwu remained silent, feeling quite enlightened.

The civil servants in the court, especially the princely party led by Yang Shicong, were most worried about the marriage between the Han King Party and the imperial family, expanding their influence, and posing a threat to the prince.

As the saying goes, a son-in-law is not just a joke, especially the brother-in-law of Emperor Tianwu's son-in-law.

For example, Princess Kunxing and Princess Zhaoren's son-in-law have been very good in the Ming Dynasty since becoming the son-in-law. One is a scientific master with a high status, and the other is a newcomer in the army. He has a great real power and may be in the next military aircraft team.

Xu Mingwu was very confused now. He opened his mouth and asked, "What evidence does Yang Shicong prove that I did it? He wouldn't think that if he did this, he could put the shit basin on my head, right?"

Nan Qinli said: "What evidence do you want? Even if there is no evidence, if they do this, just make everyone suspect you!"

Xu Mingwu was lying in the chair leaning against the Grand Master, staring at the ceiling, thinking about things.

After a while, he also raised his head and said angrily: "Fuck you, a Siamese prince, want to marry a princess, do the princess want to marry you? Why do you snatch me from me? Just because you are a prince? What kind of fucking era is it that he still has a fairy tale about princesses? What happened to the princess marrying a general? You have a good prince and a nobleman, so I am not a nobleman?"

Then, he said lazily: "As long as someone can make the bullshit prince for me, I would rather bear the shit for them for a few days!"

Nan Qinli said anxiously: "What are you saying, as long as you hold this shit basin, you will be stinking everywhere. The marriage with Princess Zhaoyang will be gone. As for the rest, Mr. Yang has time to deal with you!"

Xu Mingwu pondered for a while and said seriously: "Damn it, it really doesn't work, I'll go overseas!"

Nan Qinli was stunned for a moment: "Boss, are you kidding?"

If Xu Mingwu really left the Ming Dynasty, it would be equivalent to leaving the Han King Party, and it would indeed have little impact on the situation in the Ming Dynasty.

But the boss's idea of ​​giving up his domestic foundation for a woman is too impulsive.

Since ancient times, people have died because of passion. If you don’t believe me, ask Ximen Qing. In order to maximize your interests, Nan Qinli is unwilling to Xu Mingwu to develop overseas.

Xu Mingwu pinched his chin, stood up and turned around in the hall, like a leopard waiting to be hunted.

The opponent asked him to take the blame, and he kept hiding in the dark, invisible and intangible, which made people anxious. Maybe when would he fire another arrow!

Xu Mingwu was very unconfident in his intelligence capabilities. They were all newcomers. Compared with the people from the century-old shops of Dongchang and Jinyiwei, the worst was not a little bit worse!

Now, Xu Mingwu is determined to pull out the mastermind behind the scenes and then kill him!

"If it's really Yang Shicong..."

Xu Mingwu looked out the window and silently recited in his heart: "You are so fucking great. If you want my life, I don't need to show mercy! Although my strength is not as great as you and my human being is not as good as yours, I am not easy to mess with!"

Nan Qinli paused, suddenly thought of a question, and said again: "But if you analyze this carefully, it may not be that Mr. Yang..."

At this time, the young follower Xu Fu pushed the door and continued tea for the two big bosses.

Xu Mingwu frowned and said, "Can it be France's assassination?"

Nan Qinli pondered: "France...is very likely in interest analysis, but what purpose can the French people try to frame you?"

"It may have various purposes." Xu Mingwu said: "France cannot cause chaos within our court!"

"This possibility is not ruled out..."

Nan Qinli immediately woke up and agreed: "Yes, England and France do not want the Ming Dynasty to continue to develop its power west of the South China Sea, as this would pose too great a threat to their interests in India!"

Xu Mingwu lowered his head, and his thumbs were swiftly around with both hands, and said very unhappy: "You are right. I have a good marriage with Princess Zhaoyang, but I was a political game by these grandsons. Don't say anything, I really want to take Princess Zhaoyang away now!"

Nan Qinli said bitterly: "Boss, if you are so ruthless, even if you say this in front of the court officials, you probably will be muttering at most a few words and will not seriously object..."
Chapter completed!