079 Prime Minister's Office

Murong Xueyan and Xue Xijian stayed in Chaliao for half a day, which was also a great harvest. From here, they heard that Xue Xijian's uncle Wen Yincheng had been released from military power. In order to better control the government and cultivate his own power, Shangguan Mo even the servants who followed him in the past were exposed. On the surface, his power is getting bigger and bigger, but at the same time, there are more and more complaints from the people about the Shangguan family.

"Who do you think is better to find first? Looking for Lan Shangwu or my uncle? Xue Xijian asked thoughtfully.

"Lan Shangwu is just a martial artist, and his official position is not too big, so he may not know much inside information; Prime Minister Wen should go to the court now and have a deep understanding of the situation of the government. I think you should find him first." Murong Xueyan analyzed.

"I think so, but with our current appearance, if we rush to see each other, I'm afraid that we will be blocked by the gatekeeper without even entering the door." Xue Xijian was worried.

Murong Xueyan thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we stay outside the prime minister's house and find a way to approach him through other methods."

Xue Xijian also thought about it and said for a long time, "Well, I can sneak in when my aunt goes out."

"This is a good way. The Prime Minister's wife should beg God to worship Buddha or something. At that time, you will try to get close to her." Murong Xueyan nodded.

After the plan was agreed, the two of them went in the direction of the prime minister's mansion.

As soon as Murong Xueyan walked to the street near Xiangfu, she felt that the atmosphere was strange when she looked from a distance. The door of the prime minister's house was full of stalls. Fruit sellers, rouge sellers, sugar sellers... The colorful hawkers surrounded the door of the prime minister's house. These are said to be businessmen, but none of them has the unique cunning and shrewd temperament of businessmen, and they are all absent-minded and glance straight to the door of the prime minister's mansion from time to time.

Murong Xueyan smiled at Xue Xijian and said, "I'll try them." Immediately, he pretended to come forward and said to the fruit vendor, "Big brother, how do you sell this peach?"

"Walk, don't sell, don't sell!" The hawker had no intention of doing business at all, and his face was full of impatience as soon as he opened his mouth.

"There are so many fruits in your box, why don't you sell them?" Murong Xueyan deliberately asked one more question.

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it." Murong Xueyan curled her lips, turned to a sugar vendor, and smiled, "This uncle, you are so beautiful..."

Before she finished her words, the hawker's face sank and shouted, "Go away, don't sell!"

Murong Xueyan was not angry. She smiled and quietly retreated. She returned to Xue Xijian and said, "These people must be the old thief who came to monitor the prime minister's mansion." In a while, these hawkers were full of heart in the prime minister's house, and no one paid attention to these two ordinary people.

While the two were talking, a sedan chair came out of the door. A person in the sedan chair reached out and brushed the curtain of the sedan chair, revealing a face. Xue Xijian saw him from a long distance and exclaimed, "Auntie!"

With the appearance of the sedan chair, the eyes of all the people at the door poured on the sedan chair.

As soon as the Prime Minister's wife's sedan chair came out of the gate, the people looked at each other, and then two people put down their pretentious work and quietly followed each other behind the sedan chair.

"Brother Xue, let's follow. You find a place with fewer people and get rid of those two people." Murong Xueyan said in Xue Xijian's ear.

"Good." Xue Xijian was considerate and left with Murong Xueyan. He was sure that no one followed him. Fang was relieved and followed the two people who had been following the sedan chair of the Prime Minister's mansion far away.

The sedan chair is probably going to places such as the Buddhist hall. The Buddhist hall should be located in a remote area and gradually go to the forest where people are rare.

Xue Xijian took a look at the right time, his long sword came out of its sheath, jumped on his feet, and rushed to the two people.

The two people's martial arts skills were still ordinary. Before they could react, they let Xue Xijian stab him to death one by one. Xue Xijian did not dare to waste time. He picked up the bodies of the two people as quickly as possible and threw them into the depths of the dense forest.

When this was done, the Prime Minister's wife's sedan chair was so far away that she could only see a shadow from afar.

Xue Xijian grabbed Murong Xueyan's waist, unfolded his light kung fu, caught up with the sedan chair with the fastest foot, and slowly followed behind.

The sedan chair went up the mountain road, followed the rugged mountain road to the top of the mountain, and stopped in front of a Buddhist hall on the top of the mountain.

"From the Good Temple." Murong Xueyan read the words above and smiled. From the good, the name of this temple is also appropriate. Murong Xueyan and Xue Xijian followed the sedan chair into the Congshan Temple.

After the two entered, they saw Mrs. Wen step out of the sedan chair and go to the Buddhist hall.

Xue Xijian was about to take a step closer. Two maids came forward to stop him and shouted, "Who are you? Do you know the identity of my wife? How dare you be so rude?"

"Xiaoxiang, Xiaohuan, what's wrong?" Mrs. Wen turned around.

"It's okay, it's just a rude country man." The two maids replied.

Xue Xijian had no choice but to get close to him, so he had to wander outside the hall. After a long time, he shouted inside, "Auntie, I'm Xi'er!" ......”

"Xi'er? ..." Mrs. Wen was shocked and suddenly turned around. There were tears in her eyes. She shook her head and said, "It's impossible. My Xi'er is dead and dead... Who are you? Why do you call my aunt?"

"Auntie, do you remember that when I was a child, because Qin Tianjian said that I ordered me to defeat my mother, my father sent me to go out of the palace for education. Before I was ten years old, I spent it in my aunt's house?" Xue Xijian said further.

"How... did you know this?" Mrs. Wen was surprised.

"I had a high fever when I was eight years old. My aunt stayed by my bedside for three days and nights until I woke up." Xue Xijian said the old story of his childhood again. Recalling the emotions, he couldn't help bursting into tears.

"I was going back to the palace when I was ten years old. I couldn't bear to part with my aunt, so she gave me her favorite jade pendant. I still wear this jade pendant every day.

"You are Xi'er, you are my Xi'er, Xi'er is not dead..." Mrs. Wen stood up excitedly and walked towards Xue Xijian. The two maids were dumbfounded and looked at the ugly Xue Xijian, and she didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

This Mrs. Wen and Xue Xijian really have a deep relationship. Murong Xueyan looked at it and became envious for a moment. Although Xue Xijian has no throne, wife and children, and no entourage, there is still an aunt who cares about him like this in this world. And she came to the Western Song alone without half a relative.

"Auntie, Xi'er is not dead, and Xi'er is fine." Xue Xijian approached Mrs. Wen step by step and stood still in front of her.

"Xi'er, how did you become like this?" Mrs. Wen looked at Xue Xijian in sama and pointed to the "scar" on his face.

Xue Xijian looked at the two maids and hesitated for a moment.

"It doesn't matter. Xiaoxiang and Xiaohuan are their own people." Mrs. Wen said.

Xue Xijian took off the pig skin on his face, revealing his original handsome face.

"People in the capital said that you committed suicide in prison, and my aunt thought you were dead. Your uncle..." Mrs. Wen paused and said, "Although you are the prime minister today, everything is contained, and there is surveillance at the door all day long."

"But what the old thief Shangguanmo did?" Xue Xijian hated it.

"Xi'er, my aunt is a woman who doesn't understand the right and wrong of the court. Why don't you tell your aunt how it turned out like this? Mrs. Wen asked.

Xue Xijian told Mrs. Wen the origin of the incident. How Shangguan Mo colluded with the local officials to take his life; how he tried his best to escape back to the capital; how he saw his wife and children killed with his own eyes after returning to the prince's mansion, how someone used a plan to steal beams and replace him and die on behalf of others; how he was seriously injured by mountain thieves and was saved by Murong Xueyan.

"Is this Miss Murong?" Mrs. Wen turned her eyes to Murong Xueyan, looked at her and praised, "Girl, you are so kind. Thank you for saving Xi'er."

"Mrs. Wen is polite. Xueyan had a relationship with Your Highness a few years ago, which can be regarded as an old knowledge. Saving his life is just a hand." Murong Xueyan said humbly.

After more than a month of trouble, she worried about him and was afraid. I'm afraid she even spent a lot of money. Now that she has been asked, she doesn't put on the airs of a lifesaver at all, but just understates it. Xue Xijian was greatly moved and looked at Murong Xueyan, and there was gradually tenderness in his eyes as light as autumn water.

"Xi'er, do you have something important to ask your uncle?" Mrs. Wen asked again.

Xue Xijian said, "To tell my aunt, my nephew really has something important to find my uncle."

"It's just that the gate of the prime minister's mansion is full of people sent by Shangguan Mo to monitor. How can you get in?" Mrs. Wen was sad.

Murong Xueyan supported her chin beside her. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally had a plan.

"Mrs. Wen, Your Highness can hide in your sedan chair and sneak into the prime minister's house. As for me," Murong Xueyan looked at the maid named Xiaohuan and said, "I'm a little similar to this girl's eyebrows. I changed into her clothes and clicked a few moles on my face. I should be able to mix them in. It's just that I have to trouble this little girl to stay at Congshan Temple all night.

"It doesn't matter. The old man and the abbot have always been friends." Mrs. Wen nodded.

The three of them made up their minds. Murong Xueyan and the little ring went to the room, changed clothes for each other, and then used pre-prepared sesame seeds, stained some honey, and clicked a few small moles on their cheeks.

Xue Xijian followed Mrs. Wen's sedan chair at first. After arriving at the foot of the mountain, he hid in the sedan chair.

The Prime Minister's wife returned with incense, and there was no sign that something was wrong. The two people who followed her by the plaintiff did not return, nor did they attract the attention of the people around her.

In this way, Xue Xijian successfully sneaked into the Prime Minister's Mansion.