Jiang Shen was very pleased with this right display of weakness, and he couldn't help but curl his lips and show a relieved smile.
But no matter how happy he was in his heart, he still had reason, and he would never be coaxed away by Han Changmu's words of submission. Following Han Changmu's words, he said anxiously: "What you said is not unreasonable, but the scholar left Gongyuan. , I have never done any more searches, but this is the dormitory. After the scholars leave, we can still search it carefully."
Han Changmu pursed his thin lips tightly and cursed the old fox secretly. He originally wanted Jiang Shen to say that he would let him search at will, but it seemed that he couldn't do that now.
Meng Suigai, who had been standing behind Han Changmu and pretending to be mute, almost laughed out loud.
How long has it been since he saw his eldest son looking so angry?
It seems that it was only like this when meeting Yao Yao in the past, but now it's better, there is another Jiang Shen.
Mu Rongzhen looked at Jiang Shen in surprise, poured a cup of tea with a calm expression, handed it to Han Changmu, and added a knife: "Master Han, with the ability of the Internal Security Department, nothing will slip through the net, sir." Don’t be anxious.”
Han Changmu's face was livid as he was being squeezed, but he didn't want to get angry. His steady smile slowly solidified, and he gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, in this case, I will go and question the Imperial Guards and Internal Guards first."
Jiang Shen and Mu Rongxun's expressions remained unchanged and they both nodded.
Han Changmu stood up with a dull expression on his face, walking like the wind, and shook the candle he brought fiercely.
The huge shadow cast on the plain white wall moved strangely and changed its shape.
The sound of a heavy door closing sounded, indicating Han Changmu's extremely worried state of mind at this moment.
Mu Rongzhen frowned and hesitated in a low voice: "Mr. Ge, the internal guards have always been evil-minded." After saying this, he looked at the door in fear.
Jiang Shen raised his hand: "Don't worry, this is a matter for everyone to perform their duties. Even if I report it to the saint, I won't be able to tell you a typo."
Hearing Jiang Shen's words, Mu Rongxun opened his mouth, somewhat confused as to why he would do this.
The provincial examination is not a matter of one person or one office, but the wealth and lives of these thousands of officials and soldiers. If one is careless, it is not one person or one office that will be held accountable, but everyone.
Jiang Shen glanced at Mu Rongxun lightly: "Sanlin, are you confused?"
Mu Rongzhen lowered his eyes: "Elder Ge, I don't dare to lower my rank."
Jiang Shen smiled, his eyes had experienced vicissitudes of life, and that smile also contained a special meaning: "Sanlin, at this time, everyone in the Gongyuan is indeed working together, but we can't just look at the present, and we can't just look at how to get through it. This difficulty depends on what we have to pay and what we get after this.”
Mu Rongxun's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized.
Ginger is still spicy.
It's not that Mr. Ge Lao refuses to agree to Han Changmu's words, but he just doesn't have the leverage to agree.
He understood it in his heart, but he couldn't speak so straightforwardly. He just nodded in admiration and said: "What Mr. Ge said is that if this matter is not handled well, I am afraid that the saint will be angry. You must be careful and take precautions."
Jiang Shen put down his cup, made a gentle clinking sound, and said calmly: "As long as you understand the painstaking efforts of this pavilion, go and have a rest. The scholar will leave tomorrow and will be busy."
After Mu Rongxun left, the room suddenly became quiet, and the sound of burning incense in the Boshan stove was amplified, making it appear ethereal and clear.
Jiang Shen's face, which had been upturned, suddenly fell down, and all his worries appeared in the corners of his eyes and brows.
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He tapped the table with his finger, frowned and then relaxed his eyebrows, and finally grabbed the cup and smashed it down.
With a "pop" sound, snow-white broken pieces of porcelain flew everywhere, and Jiang Shen's expression gradually improved.
Jiang Shen was angrily throwing things in the room, and Han Changmu was not in a good mood either. He put his hands behind his back and endured his anger as he went upstairs.
Han Changmu was really angry, but he also knew very well that he, a little fox in his twenties, was still not ruthless enough to plot against the old fox in his fifties.
Yao Yao and Meng Sui had cleaned up the next morning and were eating snacks and drinking tea in the room. When they saw Han Changmu walking in with a dark face, they knew that he had failed.
Yao Yao threw a handful of melon seeds into the plate and clapped his hands: "Did the talks break down?"
Han Changmu frowned: "Why do I think you are so happy that the talks have broken down?"
Yao Yao waved her hands repeatedly, and her strong desire for survival made her deny it seriously: "You are delusional, oh no, it is an illusion."
Meng Suige burst out laughing, and when he noticed Han Changmu glance at him lightly, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, and he quickly sat upright, the melon seeds in his hands no longer smelled good.
Han Changmu tapped his fingers on the desk and thought: "He just felt that the chips were not big enough and the risks he had to take were too great, so he just played hard to get."
Yao Yao blinked: "Then what does he want?"
Han Changmu said casually: "He wants a cabinet position."
"..." Yao Yao was dumbfounded: "My heart is too big."
Han Changmu nodded: "I'm still too kind."
"..." Yao Yao looked at Han Changmu with eyes as if he had seen a ghost: "Sir, do you have any misunderstanding about kindness?"
Meng Suige gasped and laughed again.
The eldest son of my family is indeed not close to kindness.
At most, it's a black sesame dumpling, white on the outside and as black as carbon on the inside.
Han Changmu glared at Yao Yao and the two of them fiercely: "You are very free, why don't you get ready!"
Yao Yao and Meng Sui looked solemn and ran away.
The lights were turned off in the room, and it was pitch black. The glass windows were dimly whitened by the moonlight. The white light rippled like water, brightening the table under the window and the two floor tiles under the table.
After working for half the night, Jiang Shen was overly sleepy and slept lightly, tossing and turning unsteadily.
The door latch was opened by something unknown, but it did not fall to the ground. It only hung precariously on the door.
With a "squeak", the tightly closed door was pushed open, and an equally dark figure flashed in from the dark corridor. The only light was the cold sword in the man's hand, which shone with cold light.
The man in black stood on tiptoes, turned slightly sideways, held the cold sword in front of him, and silently reached the bed step by step.
Seeing the bulging brocade quilt on the bed, the man in black raised his sword.
A cold light flashed past, hurting people's eyes.
Jiang Shen had been sleeping restlessly. When the slight clanking sound of the sword was heard, he was awakened. He was still in chaos, and his eyes were suddenly opened by the cold light.
When he met the cold eyes of the man in black, he was frightened, and his mind suddenly became chaotic.
The sharp wind with the smell of blood rushed towards him. Jiang Shen tried his best to twist his old and inflexible body and rolled from one end of the bed to the other.
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The sword pierced the air, hit the bed, and slid down.
With a "stab" sound, the cold sword stabbed deeply, making a big gash in the brocade quilt and mattress.
Jiang Shen rolled under the bed with a bang, ran out barefoot, and shouted in horror: "There is an assassin, catch the assassin, catch the assassin."
He was so anxious that he was sweating all over. The moonlight filtered in through the window and fell on his face, making him look blue and white.
Waves of sharp gusts of wind hit him, and he awkwardly dodged left and right.
After all, he had lived a good life for many years, and he was a little older, and his body was not as flexible as young people. The room was pitch dark, he groped in the dark to dodge, and accidentally knocked over the bed table, and a loud clang was heard.
The man in black showed no mercy at all. The black scarf covered most of his face, and his eyes were cold and ferocious.
Jiang Shen staggered, turned his head subconsciously, and when he met those eyes, he was immediately frightened out of his wits. He yelled with all his life and ran towards the door.
The cold sword in the man's hand in black swung rapidly, and the gusts of wind became sharper, and several gusts of wind fell on Jiang Shen.
There were a few soft pops, and the green lotus-colored pajamas were torn apart. He could feel the burning pain on his back, something wet was flowing down, and a faint smell of blood dispersed the scent of agarwood.
His heart sank.
It's over, it's over.
"Help, there is an assassin, there is an assassin, come and catch the assassin." Jiang Shen shouted louder, almost using all his strength to shout for help. After only shouting a few times, his voice became hoarse.
Just because his voice was hoarse, Jiang Shen's calf suddenly twitched, his left foot stumbled over his right foot, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
This somersault was so heavy that Jiang Shen's bones ached all over, and he couldn't get up even after crawling for a few times. His eyes widened and he looked desperately at the man in black raising his cold sword high.
A cold light flashed across his cloudy eyes.
His heart sank to the bottom.
It's over, it's over.
Now his life could not be saved.
At this moment, rapid and messy footsteps sounded outside the door.
There was a loud "dong" sound, and the half-open door was kicked open.
The cold sword in the man's hand also stabbed Jiang Shen's chest.
The moonlight came in through the window and shone on the sword. The sword swayed slightly, reflecting the cold light.
Jiang Shen closed his eyes subconsciously.
He only heard two "clang" collision sounds, but there was no unexpected sharp pain in his chest. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the cold sword in the hand of the man in black was knocked away by something unknown.
Jiang Shen turned his head and saw Han Changmu standing at the door of the room like a god and Buddha, with the bow in his hand drawn into the shape of a full moon, and then released it.
There was another "clang" sound, and an arrow shot quickly towards the man in black, piercing his shoulder with lightning speed.
The man in black "Teng Teng" took a few steps back, grunted, covered his shoulders and quickly jumped out of the window and left.
Blood fell from where he was standing to the window lattice, splattering all over the floor.
Han Changmu staggered into the room, his face full of anxiety, his eyes were on fire, and he asked Jiang Shen fearfully: "Mr. Ge, Mr. Ge, how are you? Are you injured?"
After escaping from death, Jiang Shen's face turned pale and he breathed out. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. He waved his hands weakly: "No, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
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