080 People with intentions

The reappearance of Xue Xijian shocked Wen Yincheng. In everyone's rumors, this is a person who was unjustly "dead" in defeat to others in the court coup, and there is a body as evidence that he has never doubted the truth or falsehood of the death news.

"Auntie, what's the form today?" Xue Xijian asked.

"All the important positions in the court have been placed in the Shangguan family. Except for the old minister, the other positions in the whole court are basically the cronies of the old thief. Wen Yincheng gritted his teeth.

"What about my uncle's subordinates when he guarded the border?"

"Kill the kill, recall the recall. Nowadays, more than half of the army is the old thief. Wen Yincheng sighed repeatedly.

Xue Xijian kept balding around the room, looking a little nervous and nervous. Murong Xueyan looked aside, and the palm of her hand also pinched a sweat.

"Auntie, is there any force against the Shangguan clan today?"

"I'm about to say this. Your Highness, now there is an army on the other side of Yinshan, led by Lan Shangwu, the former commander of the Forbidden Army, fighting against the Shangguan family desperately. Wen Yincheng said and suddenly apologized, "Your Highness, I didn't know the death of the former emperor because of the fashion of returning to Beijing, and I became this nominal prime minister because of the old thief Shangguan Mo..."

"Aunt, I understand your situation." Xue Xijian interrupted, "I'll go to Commander Lan tomorrow."

"Xier, are you leaving tomorrow?" Mrs. Wen, who sent tea in person, asked.

"Auntie, your nephew killed the two spies who followed you today, and things will be exposed soon. If the old thief knows about it, he will definitely be suspicious, so it should not be late." Xue Xijian explained.

"Then let's get out of my aunt's sedan chair tomorrow." Mrs. Wen nodded.

The four people in the room were talking, and there was a noise outside the door.

"Grandpa!" The housekeeper's knock on the door sounded densely outside. Wen Yincheng asked loudly, "What's the matter?"

"The regent asked to see him, and the villain replied that the prime minister had rested. The regent didn't listen and broke in, and he was about to come in." The housekeeper panicked.

"How about this?" Mrs. Wen said urgently, "If Xi'er falls into the hands of the old thief, she will definitely be lucky."

"Eat the beam of the house." Wen Yincheng didn't think much about it and opened his mouth to remind him.

Murong Xueyan secretly praised him. He is worthy of being a general who has led the army for many years, and he has a wind of chaos in the face of danger. After this reminder, Xue Xijian jumped onto the beam, and his whole body was on the beam, hiding his deeds.

Not long after, Shangguan Mo's voice had come from afar: "Sei Wen Cheng, I'm asking for you. I don't know if it's convenient at this time?"

Wen Yincheng calmly came forward and opened the door.

At the door, Murong Xueyan stood next to Mrs. Wen and looked at it at a glance, but saw a tall and thin man with a majestic appearance and luxurious clothes than the royal family. The man was about 50 years old. He had a pair of slender eyes, sharp edges and corners, thin and thin, and even every blue vein was clearly visible. This is Shangguanmo, the regent of the Western Song Dynasty.

He was dressed in a red robe, and his cloak was actually bright yellow. It seemed that it was really "Sima Zhao's heart, well known to passers-by". You know, in the feudal dynasty, everyone except the emperor and the prince, banned bright yellow clothes.

"Your Excellency, I heard that you are well. You will not be surprised if you come to visit tonight, will you?" Shangguan Mo smiled kindly.

This is the legendary "honey-bellied sword", right? Murong Xueyan looked carefully at the smiling face. If I had changed the scheming person, I'm afraid I would have regarded this guy as the best person! Even she, if she hadn't learned what the old man had done, she would probably have mistaken him for a good person.

"The prince has bothered. I just feel the wind and cold. The working prince really deserves to die. Wen Yin bowed humbly.

When Xue Xijian, who was lying on the beam, saw this scene, he clenched his hands with anger and was about to spit out fire in his eyes.

Shangguan said "um" indifferently and didn't say much. He only looked around the middle of the house in Wenyin City. Wen Yincheng was born in the army, and there was no extra decoration in the room. Except for a few stools, it was empty everywhere and there was nothing else.

"What is the prince looking for?" Wen Yincheng asked.

"I heard that Mrs. Zun went to incense today." Shangguan Mo turned his head and looked at Mrs. Wen and asked with a smile, "What's the gain?"

"The old man goes to incense in order to pray for the blessing and transcendence of his family and his dead relatives. There is no harvest." Mrs. Wen said indifferently, and immediately put her hands together and said in her mouth, "Amitabha."

"I heard that the Prime Minister's wife believes in Buddhism. When I see her today, she really lives up to her name." Shangguan said with a smile.

"Buddha said, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot', and also said, 'Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil'. If you believe in Buddha, you don't want to gain anything, but just ask for peace of mind." Mrs. Wen, who was silent, said such a thing.

Murong Xueyan supported Mrs. Wen aside and secretly praised herself. This Mrs. Wen was talking about herself on the surface. In fact, she also retorted to Shangguan Mo, which was really a pun. What's more rare is that there is nothing wrong with the words, and Shangguan Mo can only nod when he hears it.

"I heard that the prime minister just broke into the assassin. Aren't you two shocked?" Shangguan Mo suddenly changed his words and didn't wait for Wen Yincheng and his wife to answer. He turned his head and ordered the people behind him, "Come on, please search the inside and outside of the prime minister's house carefully!"

"Your Majesty, there are no thieves in my house. I don't know where the prince got the news?" Wen Yincheng suppressed his anger.

"I also think about the safety of Prime Minister Wen." Shangguan Mo put his hand behind him and looked fearless.

Murong Xueyan was forced to calm down, but her hand holding Mrs. Wen was trembling secretly. Mrs. Wen felt her nervousness and held one of her hands. The warmth from Mrs. Wen's palm made her gradually calm down.

"The prince didn't find any trace of the assassin." A stewul-like man bowed and reported.

"Have you searched carefully inside and outside?" Shangguan Mo deliberately emphasized it.

The man attached to Shangguan Mo's ear and whispered, "I even turned over the cellar where the wine was hidden. There is no one the prince is looking for."

"This is strange. Is it possible that the assassin has wings and can't fly?" Shangguan Mo looked at Wen Yincheng and his wife with burning eyes.

"Your Majesty, the subordinate and his wife are about to rest. I haven't heard about the assassin breaking in. I think the prince made a mistake, right?" Wen Yincheng smiled and issued an eviction order, "It's getting late. The prince takes care of all the machines every day. It's still early in the morning tomorrow. Why don't you go back to rest early?"

"Go!" Shangguan Mo had a gloomy face, waved his hand and ordered, and muttered, "A bunch of rice buckets!"

Shangguan Mo's people left for a long time. Xue Xijian turned over from the beam, and his back clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

"Brother Xue, are you all right?" Murong Xueyan said with concern.

"I'm fine." Xue Xijian said, "Aunt, aunt, nephew must leave overnight. The eyes and ears of the old thief must also be inserted in the prime minister's house!" I'm afraid that if I stay for one more day, not only will my life be worried, but also my uncle and aunt will be involved.

"Brother Xue, since the old thief Shangguan is suspicious, it must be full of eyeliner outside at this time. How can we escape?" Murong Xueyan is a criminal.

"Don't worry, with my martial arts, it's more than enough to deal with those little people!" Xue Xijian smiled confidently and immediately asked, "Xueyan, do you believe Brother Xue?"

"Of course I believe you." Murong Xueyan smiled.

Mrs. Wen saw the words and mutual expressions of the two. She, who was worried, suddenly felt a little happy and said to Murong Xueyan, "Girl, Xi'er is out alone. Please take good care of him!"

"This is natural. Brother Xue and I are friends. Murong Xueyan readily agreed.

This is the state of life that she has never experienced since she came to this era. In the past, her main focus was on doing business, and the accidental blow was also basically related to her feelings. This time, she couldn't help but get herself involved in a political storm because of a kind thought. She is not a fairy. She can't figure out which one will be the final winner of this battle. She just relies on her intuition and enthusiasm to help a depressed prince who she thinks has the appearance of an emperor and the talent to govern the country. In addition to being a noble prince, Xue Xijian is also a man with strong martial arts skills. She believes that he can handle everything. As the saying goes, "If you suffer in hardships, you will be the superior."

"This old man is relieved." Mrs. Wen nod and smiled.

Wen Yincheng led the two to an attic. Spread the paper and quickly write a letter. Put it in the envelope, then handed it to Xue Xijian's hand and said, "If Lan Shangwu doesn't see you, you can first submit the old minister's handwritten letter. After he reads the letter, he will naturally believe you."

While talking, the three people went out of the attic. Taking advantage of the moonlight, several people looked out, but they saw that the outside of the wall of the prime minister's house were heavily guarded. For a while, it was extremely difficult to find a breakthrough.

"It seems that we can only break through!" Xue Xijian put the sword behind him.

"Your Highness, be careful." Wen Yincheng pointed to the direction of the front gate. "The old thief must think that the old minister will let people out of the back door, so the back door must be heavily guarded. The guard at the front door is relatively weak. You might as well take this girl to break through the front door.

"Aunt, my nephew said goodbye." Xue Xijian bowed and bowed.

"This can't be done." Wen Yincheng quickly helped him up, "Your Highness, you are a golden body..."

"What kind of golden body? It has been a king and defeated bandit. Now my nephew can't be regarded as a 'golden body'. What's more, it's not wrong for my nephew to worship his uncle." Xue Xijian smiled modestly.

"Your Highness, be careful." Wen Yincheng gave another order.

Xue Xijian answered "yes", put the pig skin that was originally attached to his face on his left cheek again, picked up Murong Xueyan, and flew out of the wall.