The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is blowing.
The glazed jade tiles reflect the sun and are emitting the most dazzling light of the day. The beautiful scenery scattered throughout the imperial city is everywhere.
Especially in the imperial study room, as long as you open any window at this time, you can see all kinds of spring scenery paintings, which are original works by famous artists.
But unfortunately, the Imperial Study Room, which was guarded by the Royal Forest Army at all levels, had both doors and windows tightly locked.
And from time to time, you can still hear arguments and roaring bickering coming from it.
"...How can you say that?! Does Wang Shangshu want to say that the people in my Ministry of War are all doing nothing?!"
In the corridor next to the door, the moment the Royal Forest Army officer on duty heard these words, his entire face froze into a stone slab.
From a few words, they had guessed that what the ministers in the room were discussing must be the murder case on Qingxing Street a day ago, that is, the assassination of the prime minister of the dynasty.
Mr. Zhao, the Minister of the Ministry of War, must have ridiculed their colleagues because Mr. Wang, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, escorted Prime Minister Lu to the court, but his body was missing along with the officers and soldiers of the Royal Forest Army.
Thinking of this possibility, they felt angry and painful. But the responsibility lies in discipline and principles. The guards stationed around them all straightened their backs more and more, holding the swords at their waists tightly, and performing their duties with angry eyes.
On the other hand, the dispute in the royal study room has reached a fever pitch.
"Oh, Zhao Shangshu is indeed getting stronger and stronger. With such a powerful posture, are you trying to use the momentum of the battlefield to intimidate me?"
"you……"
Lord Liao, the minister of Dali Temple who had been listening, quickly stepped forward to hold Zhao Shangshu back before he could get into a rage, and at the same time separated the two people who were in a tense situation.
"Okay, please stop saying a few words. Old Zhao, keep your voice down, and Bai Zhi also pay attention to your words. This is in the imperial study, in front of His Majesty!"
With the highly respected Lord Liao coming forward, the atmosphere immediately relaxed a lot.
Although Zhao Deyi gritted his teeth in anger, he finally controlled his impulse. Wang Shangshu of the Criminal Department snorted secretly and turned his head away from looking at him.
Emperor Xuande, who was sitting at the top, did not look at the two of them at all. He only focused on the file on his desk that had just been sent from Zongzheng Temple, and he glanced at it again and again.
When he noticed that the room was quiet again, he raised his head again, scanned the people below, and finally stopped in the corner, trying hard to reduce his sense of presence, and at the same time secretly watching the show, happily watching the show, Honglu Temple Qing Feichun On the body.
"Fei Qing, why are you standing so far away? Come on, come to the front. I suddenly remembered a few things and want to ask you, Aqing."
Fei Chun was secretly watching the show and was in the mood, but unexpectedly he was suddenly called upon!
Suddenly breaking into a cold sweat, he stepped forward, bowed and looked at the square bluestone tiles on the ground, and replied respectfully:
"Your Majesty, feel free to ask. As long as you know the humble position, you will know everything and tell me everything."
When Emperor Xuande heard this, he raised the corners of his lips and said lazily:
"Ai Qing is in charge of foreign guests and ceremonial ceremonies of various vassal dynasties. Do you still remember when Prince Anyang came to the capital?"
The moment Feichun heard it clearly, she immediately shouted lucky in her heart.
At first, the murder case shocked both the government and the public. After he went to court, he listened to reports from his subordinates. The third prince led the imperial army to escort Prince Anyang into the palace, knowing that this day would come.
Therefore, in less than two days, apart from searching for information about Prince Anyang, he did not even touch on serious official matters.
Such "hard work" was just to seize this opportunity and let Emperor Xuande recognize his ability. Maybe he can get rid of this position of Dali Temple Minister, which has a lot of chores, but not much oil, much less power.
Even taking one step further is not impossible!
Fei Chun was very excited in her heart, but she was worried that she couldn't control her expression on her face. So he just lowered his head and said in a humble and respectful voice as always:
"Your Majesty, Prince Anyang submitted his memorial in May last year and arrived in Beijing in July. As usual, he erected a monument for the old Prince Anyang at Zongzheng Temple and entered it into the ancestral hall. All matters were completed in early August..."
Lord Qing Fei of Honglu Temple almost didn't stop and reported all the official records about Prince Anyang's whereabouts.
Emperor Xuande listened and tapped the armrest regularly with his fingers.
It wasn't until Feichun's words fell to the ground for a long time that there was no response in the imperial study room and silence returned again. He opened his eyes again and said:
"Well, my dear, you are indeed diligent. I will think about how to reward your efforts in my spare time."
Before the words were spoken, Fei Chun was shocked and delighted before he could react and thank the Lord for his kindness. Emperor Xuande had already turned to Zhao Deyi, Minister of the Ministry of War, and Liao Wen, Minister of Dali Temple, and then asked a seemingly completely unrelated question.
"Zhao Aiqing, Liao Aiqing, what do you think about assassins? You might as well tell me."
Zhao Shangshu and Master Liao were both veteran ministers who had followed Emperor Xuande. After hearing this, they looked at each other and then bowed in response.
After the two of them stood up, Lord Liao, who was in charge of Xing Prison Crime Cases, spoke first:
"Back to Your Majesty, because I had already passed the Jinshui Bridge and entered the inner court to wait at the beginning of the incident, I was not the first to arrive at the scene of the crime. However, according to my subsequent investigation, although the scene of the murder looked tragic, there were still some traces left behind. The traces are not messy.”
Emperor Xuande finally gained some energy and leaned forward, "Oh, that means multiple people committed the crime?"
After Liao Siqing nodded, he continued his analysis:
"As your Majesty expected, I also believe that the murderer was multiple people and carried out the assassination with premeditation and preparation. The location of the crime must also be selected during the trip and the result of repeated inquiries."
When Liao Siqing said this, he couldn't help but sigh, and then continued:
"It's a pity that although there are few people coming and going on Qingxing Street on weekdays, there..." After a brief pause and changing the wording, Liao Wencai continued: "There are few people living in each mansion. The rules are very strict. This group of murderers is also very cunning, and it will be very difficult to find the witnesses quickly."
Emperor Xuande did not comment, but began to knock on the handrail regularly, and at the same time turned his eyes to Zhao Shangshu.
Zhao Deyi understood, took a step forward and said:
"Although the veteran is not good at chasing murders and investigating cases, he did not cross the Jinshui Bridge at that time and the crime scene was relatively close, so he arrived in time. Moreover, judging from the victim's fatal injuries and the fact that there were very few cars Judging from the traces, I have a bold guess."
Emperor Xuande raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said casually but with sharp eyes:
"Zhao Aiqing, feel free to speak out."
Although Mr. Liao had the same guess, he couldn't help but wink at the old man secretly, intending to stop him from speaking recklessly.
Wang Shangshu, on the other hand, looked on from the side with a look of disdain and waiting for a good show.
