As long as the Qin family enters the capital and manages their interpersonal relationships well, it will not be difficult to stand firm in the court.
Even if Chen Guogong wants to get rid of them, he still needs to use some thought, so being a cannon fodder is not a big problem.
"The next step is to deal with Jia Dongliu. You should get it done as soon as possible. I will recover part of the interest."
The empress also hated Jia Dongliu.
The officials who were deposed by Chen Guogong had their homes confiscated, all presided over by Jia Dongliu.
As long as that guy doesn't die, the empress will not be able to rest in peace.
Zhao An exited the Yangxin Hall and returned to the small courtyard.
Ning Xueer was lying on the bed with a sallow face, her hands were wrapped in bandages, and the bloodshot infiltration was shocking.
"Does it hurt?"
Zhao An wiped the sweat from her forehead, and she said bitterly: "I caused trouble for my brother, but Xue'er can still bear it."
"I will arrange for the royal kitchen to take care of you before I leave the palace tomorrow. If anyone still makes trouble, you can go to the queen and she will support you."
Ning Xueer felt a little strange when she mentioned this.
I have the impression that the Queen is moody, so why did she show up.
"Because your brother is handsome."
Zhao An made a shameless joke that made Ning Xueer smile from ear to ear, and the pain seemed to be relieved a lot.
The next morning.
Zhao An took advantage of the reputation of purchasing and took Chang Ming out of the palace with his carriage and horse.
Rumors abounded in the capital about the affair between Jia Dongliu and Mrs. Guo.
These are all the news that Zhao An asked Xiu Sanniang to release, and there are even several versions.
Chang Ming secretly said, "Aren't you afraid that Jia Tu will find you?"
"What are you afraid of? You're pretty good too. Don't tell me you can't beat him."
"I'm still injured, so I'm no match for you. If we fight, I can't protect you."
Chang Ming looked around and saw many soldiers from the Duwei Mansion on the street. They came to post the list to clarify the news.
But it was obvious that no one believed it.
"Damn it! If you dare to arrange something behind my back, I'll beat you to death!"
Screams and curses were heard, and many people gathered in the distance, and screams like slaughtering pigs were heard.
Zhao An and Chang Ming looked at each other and hurried over. A burly man with a leopard head and eyes and a thick beard was whipping a skinny old man with a riding crop.
The old man was beaten until he was covered in blood, and several books fell on the ground and were stained with blood.
This is a storyteller, and some short stories can be said to be the talk of everyone before tea and after dinner. It is a pity that he arranged the people who should not have arranged it, and he suffered this fate.
The most outrageous thing is that the officials of the Duwei Mansion were also watching, and no one dared to stop him from committing murder in the street.
"He is Jia Dongliu."
Chang Ming reminded him secretly.
Zhao An's eyelids were twitching wildly. Looking at that small mountain-like figure, looking at the tendon flesh and the evil spirit all over his body, Chang Ming really couldn't beat him.
Is this the murderous aura condensed after killing many people?
It seems that to kill Jia Dongliu, we need to plan the details carefully to avoid any surprises.
After a while, the old man was pumped so hard that he could only breathe in but not out.
"Hang up! Set a warning to others!"
Jia Dongliu waved his hand, and several soldiers found hemp ropes and hung the old man up on the gate tower. Blood slid down the ropes, which was shocking.
"What a bastard."
Suddenly, there was a scolding sound coming from beside Zhao An, and when he took a quick look, he saw that it was Cui Shixiang.
Zhao An covered his mouth and dragged him aside.
This little kid is dying!
"Brother Zhang, I'm just complaining."
Cui Shixiang clasped his fists and glared at the arrogant figure angrily.
The three of them entered the restaurant together.
Chang Ming couldn't let Chang Ming know about the business, so Zhao An secretly pinched Cui Shixiang a few times. At first, he didn't quite understand, but finally he came to his senses and didn't mention the business.
Chang Ming was also very cautious and never revealed that the two of them were from the palace.
Downed a few glasses of wine.
Cui Shixiang started talking, and the invitations to the auction house had been sent out. The invitees were all the wives of dignitaries in the capital. They all liked perfume and had extraordinary expectations for lipstick.
Chang Ming asked: "Can you invite Mrs. Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites?"
"I've seen the roster, and Mrs. Guo is indeed on it. As for whether she will come, it's hard to say."
Cui Shixiang was not sure. The matter was such a big deal. Who knows if Lord Shangshu would take care of her family, and he was not in the mood to go out.
Chang Ming said: "No, as far as I know, the Minister of Rites is very afraid of his wife."
Hearing what he said, Zhao An's anxious mood suddenly improved a lot.
Some chronic poisons were prepared before leaving the palace, and they were left to Xiu Sanniang to arrange. As for the place to do it, they couldn't choose Cuilan Garden, otherwise they would be implicated.
After finishing the meal, Zhao An made an excuse to go to the palace.
After Qian'an's death, the palace dismissed a large number of servants, but there were many people secretly protecting him, including secret guards.
One of the servants said bitterly: "My young master has been drinking these past few days, and we don't dare to stop him."
Opening the door of the study room, he smelled the pungent smell of alcohol. Qian Yu sat on the floor with several empty wine jars at his feet. When he saw Zhao An, he grinned, "Why did you find it? ?”
"Let me see if you are dead. I remember you promised the emperor last time that you would cheer up and do something big."
Zhao An kicked open a wine jar, and Qian Yu burped heavily, listlessly, "There have been many people assassinating me in the past few days. Fortunately, the people arranged by your Majesty are very reliable, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see me."
He lifted up his sleeves and saw a shocking scar on his arm, which was obviously the result of the heartache of the past two days.
Chen Guogong regarded him as a thorn in his side. He wanted to take revenge and went back, so he brought a few more reliable men scattered in the capital, but they all got involved.
Zhao An was stunned, no wonder he drank too much.
"The corpses were hung not far from the mansion. The old thief bullied me too much."
Qian Yu smashed the wine jar and his eyes were as red as blood.
Zhao An frowned and said: "There is still a chance now, I hope you can help."
Hearing this, Qian Yu stood up with a grunt, "Kill who!"
"Jia Dongliu."
Hearing the name, Qian Yu laughed. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
There are several people under Chen Guogong, and Jia Dongliu is one of them. Killing him will definitely disrupt some of Chen Guogong's arrangements.
Zhao An calmly made his request.
Once you take action, you must kill him with one strike, and there is still a suitable location missing.
A strong killing intent appeared on Qian Yu's young and haggard face, "Why don't we lure the snake out of the hole? I will go to the auction tomorrow and provoke Jia Dongliu. He will definitely follow me and kill me. Even if he dies outside, It’s doubt, and it will only come to me.”
"Aren't you afraid that Duke Chen will attack you?"
"Afraid? My father was killed by him, what else should I be afraid of! At worst, I will go to court and kill him in front of everyone in the court!"
Qian Yu's eyes were unspeakably sinister. Zhao An's scalp was numb and he quickly stopped him, "Don't be impulsive. He is an old guy. We won't trade our lives with him. Give me some time and I will think about it."
Zhao An comforted Qian Yu again, and then hurried back to the auction house in Cuilan Garden.
