Na Feng Fanyu and others guarded Qingtian. Ge Cifeng's A, B, B, D and others also guarded Zhao Fuhong. Each side guarded a "wounded soldier". Zhao Yizhi and Ge Cifeng took Jiahai and Bao Shen. The others entered the hall of Yi Mansion, where Yi Xiaodao and He Yueer worshiped. Since Yi Xiaodao left, He Yue'er often lived in the backyard, and the hall had not been so lively for some days. Ge Yigang's body was left outside the Yi Mansion under guard, waiting for Hai Xingwei to arrive for an autopsy.
"What's going on? Who says it first?" Zhao Yizhi looked at Jia Hai, Tian Yue'an and others and asked.
Ge Cifeng also briefly calmed down from the pain of losing his son. He stared at everyone present without saying a word. He also wanted to know the truth of the matter.
Bao Shen and Tian Yue'an arrived later. When they arrived, they only saw Ge Yigang dead and Meng Zhoulan missing. They had no idea what happened before, so they lowered their heads silently and said nothing.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Jiahai, who took a deep breath and said calmly: "Qingtian and I were ordered... to patrol the streets. When we passed outside Mr. Yi's house, we saw a middle-aged man with the child. He was yelling outside Yi's house, so he came forward to question him. The man ignored him and still let the child yell..."
Zhao Yizhi raised his hand to signal a pause and looked at He Yue'er, with an obvious intention of asking.
He Yue'er frowned when she heard "inspection of the streets". Almost everyone in the Yi Mansion almost knew the Chen Congwei people, so they talked about inspection. But the matter was irrelevant, and He Yue'er just kept silent and nodded.
"Mrs. Yi came out of the house next. She was an old acquaintance with the child..." Jiahai continued.
When Zhao Yizhi heard Jiahai change his name to "Mrs. Yi", he was filled with praise. Letting He Yue'er be the bait went against his original intention, and he felt quite sorry for Yi Xiaodao. Even before the honey trap started, Ge Cifeng came to the door himself. Now that I heard Jia Hai say "Mrs. Yi" on the spot, I felt better in my heart. It was like using Jia Hai's words to make it clear to Ge Cifeng. It would be best if Ge Cifeng retreated when he saw the difficulty.
"Okay, let's let Mrs. Yi speak next." Zhao Yizhi interrupted. Jiu Hai might not lie, but having He Yue'er participate would be more convincing to Ge Cifeng.
"When I came out of the house, the child clamored to come into the house to play, so I agreed. But the guard next to me said it was getting late and wanted to take the child back. The child refused, so he followed me into the house. Later, the three of them started fighting outside." He Yue'er said concisely.
"Then what?" Ge Cifeng also asked with concern regarding the cause of his son's death.
He Yue'er thought about it for a moment and said, "Then I turned my head and saw from the corner of my eye that Jia Hai was stabbing me with a gun."
Zhao Yizhi and Ge Cifeng turned to Jia Hai in surprise, obviously neither of them believed it.
"The child was originally holding my hand, but for some reason, he suddenly appeared behind me and was stabbed to death by Jiahai." He Yue'er told the cause of little Ge Yigang's death.
"Is this really happening?" Zhao Yizhi asked in a deep voice, "Why did you stab Mrs. Yi?"
Jiahai lowered his head and said, "What Mrs. Yi said is true. I don't know what trick the man used at that time, and he disappeared in the eyes of Qingtian and me. I noticed that he had quietly entered the house and followed Mrs. Yi. Behind me, I raised my gun to stab, but the child suddenly stood in front of Mrs. Yi... I didn't mean to hurt Mrs. Yi, let alone the child..."
After Zhao Yizhi heard what the two said, he looked at Ge Cifeng and narrowed his eyes: "The Crown Prince is surrounded by so many capable people, how can anyone else hide his identity?"
When Ge Cifeng heard He Yue'er's description, he clenched his fists quietly in his sleeves as Ge Yigang was stabbed to death by a gunshot. At this time, when he heard Zhao Yizhi's partial question, he felt resentment stuck in his chest for a long time. Then he quietly exhaled and replied calmly: "Yes, he is the great writer of the Chuxiang Mo Wen Museum. He uses literature as a martial art. I don't know much about the magic of his method, but I have seen the method of concealment several times."
"Why did the crown prince's bodyguard sneak into someone else's mansion and follow someone else's wife? What was his intention?" Zhao Yizhi raised his voice.
Ge Cifeng was filled with anger. His son died, but in turn, it became his fault. Since Meng Zhoulan has already found out that He Yue'er is here, he can just come back and report to him. Why does he have to force his way into someone else's mansion? Even if I really spend a whole day playing with Ganger in the house, I won't say anything.
Ge Cifeng didn't understand Meng Zhoulan's thoughts and motives, but Tian Yuean and Bao Shen on the side knew clearly: Meng Zhoulan was eager to go back and claim credit. Tian Yueben looked at Bao Shen quietly. Bao Shen and Meng Zhoulan came out of the Mo Wen Museum together. Tian Yuean wanted to know what Bao Shen was thinking. Bao Shen just stood still, his belly slightly tucked in, as if it had nothing to do with him. .
"Wei Chen doesn't know. Wei Chen just let Mengzhou's blue belt naughty boy wander around. As for why he broke into Yi Mansion without permission, Wei Chen doesn't know either..." Ge Cifeng could only refuse to admit his guilt at this time. He couldn't say it was true. You should send him to the Yi Mansion to find out if He Yue'er is here. The dignified Crown Prince Chu Xiang will be shameless.
"Then just ask the guard and you will know. His name is Meng Zhoulan, right? Go and bring Meng Zhoulan here." Zhao Yizhi ordered.
Jia Hai replied: "That man has been killed by Qing Tian, and his body is probably still in the Qin River..." Although Jia Hai was in a trance before, he was not completely unaware.
"That's it, we've got him dead without evidence." Zhao Yi held out his hands and said to everyone, "What do you think we should do?"
Jiahei Baoshen and others were servants, so they naturally would not answer the emperor's words. He Yue'er was smart and kept her mouth shut. Zhao Yizhi's words seemed to be asking everyone, but in fact he was throwing the question to everyone. Ge Cifeng.
The fists in Ge Cifeng's cuffs clenched loudly, causing both Tian Yueyan and Bao Shen to break out in sweat. Despite the fierce fight between them and Qingtian, it is okay to let them act as thugs and show off their power, but if the other party is the emperor, then you have to think twice. If the prince could not hold back and offended the emperor, it would be a crime of beheading. Not to mention them, not even His Royal Highness can leave the capital alive.
The two of them were shouting crazily in their hearts, "Calm down the anger, calm down the anger", but they couldn't show it at all on their faces. Jia Hai also sensed something was wrong in the atmosphere and gathered strength under his feet. If Ge Cifeng launched an attack on the spot, he needed to ensure that Zhao Yizhi was safe and sound before Na Feng Fan Yu and others arrived. Everyone was unarmed, but Jiahai still had some confidence.
He Yue'er quietly took two steps back. Yi Xiaodao often said, "A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall." He Yue'er didn't know that she was influenced by him and became more aware of the situation.
The most calm person in the audience should be Zhao Yizhi, who was sure that Ge Cifeng would not dare to take action. Ge Cifeng took such a big risk to go to Beijing to become the heir apparent in order to avoid conflict with the imperial court at this time. If he broke out here, not only would he not get any benefits, but all his previous achievements would be wasted. All the eldest son and grandson of King Chu Xiang would be lost. Lost in the capital.
Zhao Yizhi was not only calm at this time, but also very happy. Ge Yigang was so smart that he was quite afraid of him. Now that he is dead, he has one less worry.
Seeing that Ge Cifeng was silent, Zhao Yizhi asked quietly: "Why aren't you talking?"
Ge Cifeng suppressed his anger fiercely, and said with neither sadness nor happiness on his face: "I beg Your Majesty to allow me to take my son's body back to Chuxiang for burial."
Zhao Yizhi looked at Ge Cifeng. This result was what he expected, so he replied with the draft he had already prepared: "I am also very sorry that your son died in the capital at an early age, but this time about Chu Xiang... it is not necessary. . The capital has good mountains and good water, so why not be buried at the foot of Jinshan Mountain, by the shore of Xuan Lake? I will also send people to clean it frequently. If the prince is worried about him, he can come to the capital often and get closer to me. Wouldn't it be good? ?”
Ge Cifeng didn't answer. He was still trying to endure it. His dead son said something lightly to others, and finally added "Wouldn't it be good?" Anyone would be furious, let alone Ge Cifeng, Chu Xiang is also a man who can call upon the wind and rain. When has he ever been so angry?
He Yue'er saw that the scene was a little stiff, and she also liked the child a little, so she said: "I also like the child quite a lot. Since the child died in my house, it would be better to be buried in the capital. From now on, I will also Many people went to pay homage..."
When Zhao Yizhi heard what He Yue'er said, he secretly admired it in his heart. Yi Xiaodao had really good vision, and He Yue'er could talk. In fact, in front of Zhao Yizhi and Ge Cifeng, if ordinary people were to interrupt He Yue'er so casually, most people would have long ago denounced him as "disobedient to women."
He Yue'er helped Zhao Yizhi speak for him, and Zhao Yizhi naturally had no objection. Ge Cifeng raised his head and glanced at He Yue'er, with mixed feelings in his heart. He sent someone to visit He Yue'er, saying that he wanted to find out the details of this woman and wait for an opportunity to win her over so that she could do things in the capital, but in fact, he had his own little thoughts in it. But now, for this little thought, I hooked up with a son...
Ge Cifeng felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
"If the prince has no objections, then let's follow Mrs. Yi's words. By the way, I haven't introduced you yet. This is Mrs. Yi. She and the Privy Councilor of this dynasty just got married half a month ago. The two of them played the piano and played the piano in harmony, and they had a good relationship. .Yi Xiaodao, Master Yi is also a rare talent. If there is a chance in the future, when Master Yi comes back, the prince can also interact with Master Yi more." Zhao Yi insisted on emphasizing the wedding of the two, and couldn't help laughing in his heart, just wanted to see it Ge Cifeng looked deflated.
Although Ge Cifeng had been prepared for it, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard them calling each other "Mrs. Yi". The pain of losing his son and the pain of "broken love" all hit Ge Cifeng today...
"Please ask your Majesty to send someone to Chuxiang to report the news..." Ge Cifeng endured everything, lowered his head and said silently.
Zhao Yizhi was in a happy mood and waved his hand: "Okay, I will send someone to clarify this matter!"
"Your Majesty, let's take care of the funeral first. Although I don't know why Meng Zhoulan broke into the Yi Mansion without permission, he was killed by Jiahai after all. After Jiahai returned to the palace, one year's salary was deducted and he spent half a year thinking about it. Do you have any objections? ?”
Jia Hai felt relieved and quickly replied: "I will accept my punishment, thank you Your Majesty!"
Now Ge Cifeng not only clenched his fists loudly, but also gritted his teeth together. Was his son's life worth only a year's salary? This painless punishment is simply an insult to yourself!
Things were uneventful. After Ge Cifeng said goodbye to Zhao Yizhi, he left the Yi Mansion "peacefully". After getting into the car, he said in the driver's voice: "Check for me! Check He Yue'er's background!" The guards on the left and right said repeatedly. yes.
On the teahouse, Zhou Ziru crushed the tea cup in his hand, blood and tea flowed to the ground. The scene he expected did not appear.
The guard on the side quickly took out the silk cloth and helped him cover the wound.
"Let them withdraw, we can't fight anymore." Zhou Ziru waved his hand back.
The guard went downstairs in response, and soon, tea patrons began to pay their bills and leave the teahouse.
"Let's look for another chance." Zhou Ziru said quietly on the second floor of the teahouse.
"yes."
