Chapter 3 Danger

Style: Historical Author: Xie AnyianWords: 2186Update Time: 24/02/20 10:34:40
Seeing that his family was about to be turned upside down, Wu Yuan still wanted to get close to Qingyi Hou Tao. He recklessly mentioned his friendship with Qiao Chu, the Minister of Household Affairs, and even boasted about how much he had worked hard for the court over the years.

However, Wei Li only wanted that letter.

Wu Yuan couldn't hand it over, so he burned it.

When Xu Zhigao was about to take office in Huainan, Wu Yuan specially treated him to a meal at Pinhai Tower.

Wu Yuan was a stingy and powerful man. He knew that the imperial court was going to deploy troops in Huainan and that there would be bigger moves in the future. Xu Zhigao is also a person sincerely recommended by Prince Shi, and he has a promising future. He looked at the height of this mountain and ended up shooting himself in the foot.

The letter was not just a greeting. Xu Zhigao asked him to help report Xie Junhao, the prefect of Huaizhou, for corruption and bribery. The words were resonant.

Although the letter did not mention specific details, it still scared Wu Yuan enough.

He didn't dare to provoke the Xie family, so he naturally wanted to burn the letter. He thought he was unnoticed, but he never expected that he would be targeted by Huangji Guards...

Xu Zhihuai listened and watched, feeling a little hopeful in his heart.

She snuggled into Wei Li's arms, as quiet as a cat, but the back of her slender neck tightened unconsciously.

Huainan...that's her hometown.

Perhaps noticing the change in the person in his arms, Wei Li lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes pressed down.

The moment the two people's eyes met, Xu Zhihuai raised his eyebrows, his expression suddenly became shy, and he pretended to be clumsy and got into his arms, looking charming and endearing.

Everyone fears him like a god of plague, why does she see light in his eyes?

Wu Yuan glanced at it and thought, how could anyone hold a woman to interrogate a case?

Maybe there's still room for change, it's not a big problem.

"Master Marquis, in my humble position, I always tidy up the study room, and I won't keep those insignificant letters."

"threw?"

Wei Li asked back, with two simple words, filled with suspicion and oppression.

Wu Yuan nodded repeatedly and bowed respectfully: "Beizhi was burned. Beizhi and Xu Zhigao didn't have any friendship at all, but they were just casual acquaintances... That letter was just a sigh of the friendship between classmates back then, and it was just a few polite words."

This explanation is indeed good.

Xu Zhihuai didn't give him a chance to settle the matter. She lightly hooked the corner of Wei Li's clothes with her fingertips, lowered her eyebrows and whispered: "Master Marquis, my uncle does have the habit of burning letters, and I do it all."

Wei Li looked at her quietly: "Have you burned that letter?"

Xu Zhihuai shook his head: "No, I have never burned the letter from Huaizhou."

She lied, she not only burned it but also read it.

Over the years, Xu Zhihuai has been silently collecting scandals about Wu Yuan, remembering every one of them. It's a pity that they are all exchanges of favors and money transactions for treating guests to dinner, and they are not substantial enough.

Wu Yuan's face instantly turned pale.

Only then did he realize that this girl was not trying to harm him, was she?

Wei Li's eyes were narrow and slightly raised, he raised his hand to hold her small chin, his rough fingertips slid to her neck, caressing the fair and tender skin, and then felt the pulse under the skin: "Then have you read that letter? What?"

People who lie often blush and their heart beats. Try her.

Xu Zhihuai shook his head slowly, his face not red, his heart not beating: "Back to the Marquis, although my uncle often asks me to serve in the study, I only deal with trivial matters. I have never read those important documents and letters, and I dare not read them. ." After saying that, she looked at Wu Yuan, her thick eyelashes flickered, and she said softly: "Uncle, you are a person who has read the books of sages, and you should understand the righteousness well. You can't lie to the Marquis."

"...No! I didn't!"

Wu Yuan didn't want Xu Zhihuai to talk nonsense anymore, so he kowtowed immediately and said loudly: "Bizhi didn't lie! What he said was all the truth! Bizhi really had nothing to do with Xu Zhigao's death! Please show your respect, Mr. Hou..."

Wei Li's eyes were captivating: "I am carrying out an order, why do you raise your hand? Do you want me to deceive you and ignore you?"

"No...don't dare to take a humble position!"

Wu Yuan was shocked and frightened, and said tremblingly that he could memorize the letter.

Here you can find pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

He sat back at the table, his stomach churning, he was sweating profusely, and his hands were trembling.

Snap!

A few drops of cold sweat fell on the paper and smudged out, leaving large and small circles, wasting another piece of high-quality propaganda.

Wu Yuan hurriedly rolled up the paper and looked at Wei Li's face.

Wei Li put his arms around the beauty's waist, seemingly expressionless, and the coldness in his eyes had already formed a thin layer of frost.

"Humble job is confused... Humble job is rewritten."

Seeing that he was in a hurry and uneasy, Xu Zhihuai raised his head and said to Wei Li: "Master Hou, if my uncle is so flustered and procrastinating, won't it be a waste of time? Why don't I write for you, and I will write every sentence that my uncle says."

Wei Li loosened his grip slightly and let her stand up slowly, her arms instantly feeling empty.

Xu Zhihuai Lian moved lightly and lowered his eyes to study the ink.

The cyan cuffs were rolled up high, revealing half of his snow-white wrists.

The paper was flat and full of ink, she smiled and said: "Master Hou, I'm ready."

Wei Li sat across from him, his dark eyes falling on the mutton-fat white jade-like skin, and he couldn't help but think of the intense love affair just now.

Wu Yuan glared at Xu Zhihuai fiercely, his lips moved, and he cursed silently.

Xu Zhihuai seemed as if he hadn't seen him, raised his pen and said, "Uncle, please tell me."

Her voice was sweet and gentle, and her eyes and brows were full of smiles. Her calm and calm look was in stark contrast to Wu Yuan's nervousness.

Wu Yuan forced himself to speak, and of course the content was all made up by him.

Xu Zhihuai knew what was going on and remained calm.

Wu Yuan, this idiot, can't turn his head around in order to avoid suspicion!

When death is imminent, no matter how smart and cunning a person is, he will utter a few words to protect himself, and he is still being clever.

Xu Zhihuai handed the written letter to Wei Li personally.

Wei Li glanced at it briefly, but it was full of nonsense.

Xu Zhihuai deliberately let out a soft "eh".

Wei Li threw away the letter and looked back at her.

However, Xu Zhihuai knelt down and picked up the letter, looked at it carefully, and murmured in a suspicious tone: "...I don't want to talk to each other, but I don't see each other for several months. I seem to see these two sentences often. Xu is a classmate. "Shen, my uncle also likes to write letters and greet people like this."

Everyone has their own habits. How could Xu Zhihuai fail to recognize his common choice of words and sentences?

She put it politely, but everyone could understand that she was implying that Wu Yuan was lying.

Wu Yuan's legs were weak and he couldn't breathe for a while.

He was really going to be pissed to death by Xu Zhihuai.

Wei Li's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold.

"I didn't want to see blood tonight, it's unlucky." After saying that, he turned to look at Xu Zhihuai, who was soft and quiet, as if he had something to say.

Xu Zhihuai was slightly startled and bit his lower lip nervously.

Fortunately, Wei Li did not come towards her. He turned around and calmly ordered his men to arrest everyone in the Wu Mansion.

There was a loud bang in Wu Yuan's head, and he fell to the ground, begging for mercy.

"Master Hou, please spare my life. I know I was wrong in my humble position! I have my own reasons for being humble..."

He couldn't hold it any longer and squeezed out the name through his teeth.

Xie Junhao, the prefect of Huaizhou.