Chapter 33 Assassination Truth

The warm breath slowly dissipated, and Qin Si lay on the couch, holding his right hand tightly with Ye Yun.

"Yunyi, what did Qingmo tell you when he arrived in the capital?" Qin Si asked softly.

Ye Yun nodded and smiled, but there was a little blur in her eyes. Don't let A Li know about Qingmo's injury...

"Qingmo told me that someone in the Celestial Empire is messing up the national government of the Southern Dynasty?"

"Yes, that man did it everywhere, but he didn't hurt me at all. I'm afraid he has something to think about it." Qin Si sighed and looked up. Ye Yun's low eyes could be seen with soft light: "And the assassin is still a person in the shadow pavilion..."

Ye Yun was silent and asked, "Have you ever thought it would be me?"

Qin Si was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "What is it you? Did you send the green eagle here? Can you?"

The indifferent rhetorical question was the ultimate trust, and Ye Yun calmed down.

"This green eagle is indeed not what I sent. When I learned that the green eagle had rebelled, I sent the shadow pavilion to investigate for a long time, and there was no news." Ye Yun said and patted the back of Qin Si's hand comfortingly.

"It doesn't matter, now that you know it, take precautions. I'm afraid that the people behind the scenes will also be against you..."

"Unfavorable?"

An idea suddenly flashed in Ye Yun's mind. At the beginning, someone contributed to Dong Da's affairs behind his back. Speaking of disadvantages, will the person who assassinate Jing Sheng have anything to do with this matter?

His face changed, and Qin Si immediately saw something strange. She couldn't help asking, "What do you remember?"

"When you say it's not good, I think of something. Yu Linglong gave birth to a son, and I became a prince, and my name was Jing Sheng. On his full moon day, someone wanted to stab but was saved by Qingmo, leaving only one thing.

"What?"

Ye Yun carefully said about Jing Sheng's assassination, and then stretched out his finger and drew the word "human" on the palm of Qin Si's hand.

"This? This is an unfinished word..." Qin Si couldn't help frowning as he traced the comparison in his heart.

"Yes, I checked with this. There are four ministers who started writing with 'people' in the court. Three of them have been observed by me, and there is nothing unusual. The remaining one has just entered the court for three months, and I don't think it will be him." Ye Yun said, and his tone was quite helpless.

Qin Si suddenly shook her head and her lips trembled: "Maybe this is not a surname."

Ye Yun paused and asked, "What do you mean?"

Qin Si exhaled and shouted outside the hall: "Is the heavenly official available?"

The door of the palace was gently pushed open, and the heavenly official did not approach, but answered through the screen, "Does the princess have any instructions?"

"Come in..."

The heavenly official approached around the screen, saluted Qin Si, and bowed to Ye Yun again: "Princess, the prince."

"Paper and pen serve you." Qin Si said, put his hand in Ye Yun's palm and half sat up by force. She pointed to the short ones not far away: "Yunyi, you go sit down, I said, you write..."

The heavenly official put the paper and pen on the table, and Ye Yun picked up the wolf pen, stained with thick ink and half hanging.

"Ren, He, Bai, Fu... Hou, Bo..."

Qin Si searched all the words he could think of, starting with "people", while Ye Yun wrote them on the paper one by one.

"Okay...that's all." Qin Si coughed gently and motioned Ye Yun to hand over the words he had written to her. Ye Yun picked up the rice paper and blew it gently, and then unfolded in front of Qin Si.

After eliminating these words one by one, Qin Silingtai suddenly lit up: " By the way, if it weren't a surname, would it be a name?"

This is a little reasonable. Ye Yun looked at the rice paper, ruled out one by one, and finally his eyes inadvertently fell on a word. His fixed eyes gathered in one place, Hou...

"No." Perceiling that Ye Yun was a trace of stiffness, Qin Si smiled and moved his eyes away.

Ye Yunyi also nodded: "Yes, maybe this is a piece of shredded paper at all, without any deep meaning."

Qin Si said softly, "Yes, maybe it's just a piece of shredded paper."

......

In the capital, no one knew the news of Ye Yunyi's departure. But after several days of being unreatening, the courtiers were worried after all. Feng Yuanhou entered the palace to ask for a meeting, but the internal prison did not dare to stop him. Seeing this, Qingmo invited the Marquis Fengyuan to enter the Zhaoming Palace and told him directly.

"What? Your Highness went to Nangong alone? Feng Yuanhou shouted angrily and raised his eyebrows upside down.

"Don't be angry, the marquis. Miss Qin is about to give birth, and the prince is naturally worried." The green ink is called according to the old name.

Feng Yuanhou brushed his sleeves and snorted coldly: "It's ridiculous. Your Highness is no longer the son of the world. Does he know how the court will be in chaos this?"

"Marquis, this is also the reason why Qingmo let you enter. Please help your Highness hide it from the lords in the court..." Qingmo said and bowed to the Marquis Fengyuan.

"Are you so easy to fool those courtiers?" Feng Yuanhou's anger faded slightly, and his words were low.

Seeing that he was relieved, Qing Mo was relieved: "Naturally, the marquis can do it."

"Well, that's all. This matter is not suitable for outsiders to know. The court has just stabilized for a short time. If there are still bad intentions, I'm afraid they will take the opportunity to make trouble."

When Feng Yuanhou said something, Qingmo bowed his head and bowed again.

After gossiping for a long time, Feng Yuanhou suddenly sighed.

"Why is the marquis sighing?" Qingmo asked.

Feng Yuanhou shook his head, and his eyebrows shook: "I'm worried about Your Highness..."

"Oh?" Qingmo's eyes lit up and he couldn't help raising his jaw.

"There is no one else here, so I will say it directly. You are Yunyi's right-hand man, and you naturally know his situation. In this dynasty, Qi Zhongtian's power still has remnants, but he doesn't know the importance and wants to leave that disaster behind.

Feng Yuanhou's tone was quite hateful, and the resentment in it was clear. But Qingmo also secretly heard the meaning of Feng Yuanhou...

"Don't worry, the marquis. Naturally, he has his plan to do what he does."

"Plant? Is he going to return this country to Qi Zhongtian? Qi Zhongtian is not dead, and it is a disaster for this child to stay..."

Seeing this, Qing Mo lowered his head and said silently. The words continued to get closer and closer to what she thought in her heart.

"Oh, this country is in danger..."

"The marquis still has nothing to think about. Qingmo still has something to do, so he retreated first." Qingmo said that he wanted to leave, but he walked out, but accelerated step by step.

"Wait..."

A low call behind her made Qingmo stop, and there was a little worry in her eyebrows.

Thinking like this in his heart, Qing Mo turned around with a light smile: "What else does the marquis have to order?"

"Qingmo, you are the most reliable person around Yunyi. If you don't think about him, who else can do it for him? Ah?" Feng Yuanhou's words are reasonable. Although Feng Yuanhou did not participate, he also knew what was going on in the shadow pavilion. How can Qingmo hide his affection for Ye Yunyi...

"The marquis can't stand this." Qingmo took half a step back.

"Qingmo, you are a smart person. What kind of decision is good for Yunyi? You will understand it better than him." Feng Yuanhou said and took a step closer to Qingmo: "Think about how majestic a man can dominate the world. Yunyi is a talented person. He will become more and more prosperous with the heavenly dynasty. Men have the world in mind, who can be an exception. If the child grows up, there is no room for Yunyi to survive... If you say something disrespectful, Yunyi and I are also a father and son. How can there be bad intentions for him?

The words stopped, and for this moment, the next moment turned into a sharper storm: "Are you taking care of the children left by Qi Zhongtian?"

Qingmo was shocked when he heard the words and stiffened for a long time before answering, "In response to the marquis, the prince is indeed Qingmo taking care of it."

"Prince... Humph, a rebellious child also deserves to be awarded the title of prince?"

"The prince always has royal blood, and the prince should treat him well. After all, there are many leisurely mouths in the world, and those who win the hearts of the people will win the world." Qingmo's words are a gentle persuasion, but who is Fengyuanhou? His general's style has not diminished, and he said domineeringly, "But two tigers have not been allowed in one mountain since ancient times."

"Do you understand?"

Qingmo bit his lip and replied, "Please forgive Qingmo for being stupid and don't understand the meaning."

"Don't you understand? Well, I said bluntly, if you have Yunyi in your heart, you will kill the child and cut the grass.

Son, you let Qingmo protect Prince Jingsheng. If you have something to do, you can find the marquis for help, but now it is the marquis who is forcing Qingmo to kill Jingsheng. In this move, the prince is wrong...

"This matter is Qingmo..." can't agree.

Halfway through Qingmo's words, he saw Feng Yuanhou sneered and took out something from his arms: "Take it, do you know what to do?"

He looked down at the ground and felt the murderous spirit from Feng Yuanhou's body, and Qingmo felt a chill in his heart. She held her throat and reached out to take the small paper bag.

"Green ink, I know..."

In the current situation, Qingmo can only agree that Fengyuanhou's murder has appeared. If she retreats again, the child's life will have no room for a turn. Since Feng Yuanhou has the intention to kill him, even if Qingmo does not agree, others will do it. I'm even afraid that even she can't get out of this Zhaoming Palace again...

"Very good. You come from Yingge, and you will naturally do a good job." Hearing this answer, Feng Yuanhou restrained his anger and smiled gently.

Laughter surrounded the hall, and the shadow of Feng Yuanhou slowly lengthen on the ground and finally stepped out of the main hall. Qingmo's knees are soft, and he can't stand up for a long time with his elbows.

The small paper bag in her hand is particularly dazzling. How can she save Jing Sheng's life? The paper bag was teased to loosen, and none other than a black pill. The pill was very familiar. Qingmo picked up the pill carefully, but his fingers inadvertently shrank.

This is...

This pill...

Green ink took out a black pill between the belts, opposite to it. The pill Fengyuanhou just gave her was exactly the same as the pill dropped by the exillusioned Mother. Her eyes couldn't help changing. How could it be like this? It turned out to be him...