"The emperor's grandfather said that the most difficult thing to understand in the world is the human heart, and the easiest thing to control is also the human heart, so he took the road of attacking the heart. Just like Li Chonghua and I, he chose both and neither, but just prepared the scene and waited. Whoever among us can kill whom will eventually come to power. However, we all thought he chose us."
The old emperor gave Li Chonghua an imperial edict and gave her the Emperor's Sword. His last words were as if she was the future of the Yi family.
It cannot be denied that this kind of trust can really make people pay for it for a lifetime without any regrets.
"It's a pity," Zhan Changfeng lowered his eyes, "attacking the mind is too troublesome and I don't have the heart to learn it, so I will only set up a trap. When the situation is determined, the human heart is just a puppet that can be manipulated at will by the environment."
Cui Gu left anxiously, but she calmly turned around and made tea because everything was as expected.
But the news that the sergeant handed in made her a little curious, and she made the above remarks.
The news is that Yue Lanshan, who was kidnapped by He Yuntian, came back and was bound.
"Although I don't care about people's hearts, I have to admit that it is wonderful. It is illogical and sometimes even beyond probability." Zhan Changfeng pondered for a moment. "If one day I fail, maybe it is because I missed something wrong." People’s hearts.”
After a long silence, Zhan Changfeng stared at the sleeping woman, with a hint of helplessness in his words, "Yi Changsheng, I will wait for you for another ten years. If you don't wake up... I won't want you anymore."
After the tea cooled down, Zhan Changfeng opened his eyes. He was so excited that he drew his sword and danced. The light suddenly broke through the shadow of the sword, and the thunder dragon roared.
There are only two things that she can't let go of the most in her life, one is the non-existent mountain, and the other is Yi Changsheng's deep sleep.
They all came so suddenly, without any reason or precautions, so she could only passively accept them.
Yuzhen came in along the bamboo forest path, sword light flashed across the flying bamboo leaves. When she saw her moves clearly, her eyelids twitched.
Zhan Changfeng naturally noticed him and entered the mountain behind the military camp without notification. In a sense, it was a warning from the Si Xunfu. They could come and go without a trace, and they could destroy her army and artillery without anyone noticing.
Putting away his posture, Zhan Changfeng put down his sword and sat cross-legged on the mat, while the water in the furnace was boiling. "Seats are limited, please feel free to do as you wish."
She was so natural, as if they hadn't just arrived suddenly, but that they had been together for a long time. The deacons were silent and looked at Yu Zhen. Yu Zhen lifted up his robe and sat down at the table opposite her. He said, "Swordsmen believe that the sword is where the person is. The sword dies and the person dies. They will not put down the sword casually."
Zhan Changfeng poured tea and gave one to his opponent, "I am not a swordsman, I am just good at using a sword."
Yuzhen laughed, a little inexplicably, "I wonder who the prince studied under?"
"Just a wandering wanderer."
Seeing that Zhan Changfeng didn't want to say anything, Yu Zhen stopped talking and started to get down to the topic, "Our patrol office should have a road to heaven for three thousand years. We have never bent the law for personal gain, and have never been involved in human affairs. I'm afraid there may be misunderstandings about the dangerous affairs of Zou Ting. , Prince, can I take a look at the evidence and testimonies, if it is true, the Si Xunfu will definitely give an explanation to the Prince."
"How can I trust you if you don't tell me where you are?"
Yu Zhen stroked his long beard and said, "Deputy Head of the Si Xun Mansion, Yu Zhen, supervises the current deacons and is in charge of affairs in the mansion."
He raised his hand and said, "These are all deacons of the Si Xun Mansion and are in charge of specific tasks."
Cui Gu, Lin Zhao and others reported their names one after another.
Zhan Changfeng heard them all, "Thank you for all the trouble, I'm sorry to say that Zou Tingwei was assassinated last night."
Assassination?
There is a huge difference between this and death. Not only the deacons talked among themselves, but Yu Zhen also frowned.
Zhan Changfeng added, "Fortunately, his confession was recorded before he died, and he was held in custody. The confession was delivered to him early, otherwise he would have died without any evidence."
"Recorded a confession?" Lin Zhao had some distrust. "It was recorded instead of written by him. The authenticity of this confession remains to be investigated. After all, it can be done by painting a dead person."
Yuzhen said bluntly, "Should we take a look at Zou Tingwei's body and then make a decision?"
"Of course you can." Zhan Changfeng raised his hand, "Bring it up."
Xuanwuwei acted quickly and carried the body up within a few sips of tea.
This month, the weather is hot, and the body begins to emit a foul smell after being left for a day. When the white cloth is lifted, the body spots are prominent.
Fortunately, everyone at the scene was familiar with life and death, so there was no surprise.
"Wu Yong, come here." Yuzhen explained to Zhan Changfeng, "This deacon is the best at autopsy. Not only the cause of death, but also the method and weapon used to kill him can be determined."
Wu Yong kept a serious smile, put on thin leather gloves, and came forward with a box of tools. He took a breath when looking at the torture injuries on Zou Tingwei's body, and then analyzed the depth and origin of the wounds one by one with an expressionless face.
What kind of whip wounds were branded with salt water, what kind of broken bones, I heard all the deacons stabbing Zhan Changfeng with their eyes.
After all, Zou Tingwei was also their colleague and even had a good relationship with them. How could he not be angry when he thought that he had suffered such punishment and humiliation during his lifetime? If he hadn't still been rational, he would have wanted to fight Zhan Changfeng.
Even so, some people sarcastically said, "It's not easy for Deacon Zou to survive so many punishments."
There is a hint of subterfuge in these words.
Zhan Changfengquan pretended not to hear, but became interested in Wu Yong. Wu Yong was indeed a professional, he could even tell the time, minute, and intensity.
She suddenly remembered a saying that has always been popular among coroners: corpses are evidence that can speak. Now think about it carefully, the body left in the world is the last words of life. Being able to understand its words is also a very profound art.
Zhan Changfeng suddenly paused. If she had learned the soul arresting technique earlier, she wouldn't have needed to accompany them to dig up the corpse. Wouldn't it be easier to arrest Zou Tingwei directly before his soul dissipated?
It's just that she has only scratched the surface of the first three soul skills, and her soul power is limited, so she cannot support the fourth soul skill.
She was so distracted that Wu Yong had already suffered a fatal injury.
Wu Yong pointed to the purple palm print on the chest of the corpse, "This palm shocked the heart and killed him with one blow. Based on my understanding of the Chinese martial arts, this is the Red Tiger White Cloud Palm of the Huayang Sect in Ximan County. It is known for its strength and speed. But if you want to have the strength of a fierce tiger and a heart of white clouds, observe the power of your palms, it should be innate."
Lin Zhao was awe-inspiring, his eyes as sharp as daggers, staring straight at Zhan Changfeng, "As far as I know, the prince has the former head of the Huayang Sect, Jing Chu!"
The bamboo leaves are rustling, and the murderous intention suddenly rises in the sweetness, and the sword is at war.
"Prince, should you explain?" Yu Zhen said solemnly.
Zhan Changfeng shook his head, "There's nothing to explain. Jing Chu disappeared last night. You can only blame me for not recognizing people well."
"What you said is too light, and you can expose it without even seeing it?" Cui Gu said contemptuously, "Who knows if you are directing and acting on your own to cover up the mistake of killing the person who killed the governor, or..."
He said seriously, "This is basically a conspiracy against Xiaohan Town and Si Xun Mansion."
Zhan Changfeng raised his eyelids lightly and said, "Are you still sleeping at home? China is currently at war and the Yin Dynasty is in danger. What's the use of provoking an unknown force that has nothing to do with it at this time?"
Cui Gu and the deacons who had this idea were ridiculed and slandered by the crowd, angry and suspicious. Come to think of it, it actually makes some sense.
