"It seems that this palace is not the time to test Mo Li, and we must concentrate on dealing with Mo Yan. If we leave it alone, once he gets the support of the King of War, it will be too late!"

"I think why not get rid of the roots when dealing with the Sixth Prince? Or do you have to cause trouble to the east?"

"you mean……"

The man in black robe slowly stood up and got along with Mo Yiqing like his old friend, smiling slightly: "Even if the Sixth Prince breaks his hand, he is still your biggest enemy. Your Highness's military power is not as good as his. The only way is to use his mind to turn the Sixth Prince into a sword in your hand, and it is a sharp sword!"

"I am a little uneasy!"

"Your Highness, don't worry, although you don't have powerful military power, you have countless counselors. The entire Gong family is a wise man in the world, and can be used by you... The warrior kills people at every step, and the wise man kills people at every step and does not get bloody. This is your greatest reliance."

The man in black robe had a low-key temptation, but it made Mo Yiqing sink into silent praise and his eyes became firm.

"Contact often if you have something to do!"

The man in black left this sentence and left quickly.

Mo Yiqing smiled slightly, his face froze slightly. When the familiar pain came, he immediately shook and walked to the side to find a bottle and poured it out of the medicine. His pale face calmed down in a burst of pain, but the hand holding the medicine bottle tightly squeezed it tightly, and the calm face caused a sensation.

...

Yan Qingyu has been having a very comfortable life recently. Perhaps because of the previous incident, and the old lady expressed her love for her outside, her status in the prime minister's mansion is much better than before. When the servants passing by will occasionally bend down to salute and greet her when they see her.

There was a trace of peace in the turmoil.

Yan Qingyu came back from outside, and Ziyu behind her pushed her into her yard. Yan Qingyu sat in a wheelchair but asked quietly: "The person who monitored the nine thousand years old has not come back, right?"

"Well, I've been wiped out!" Chi Rakra's voice in the dark was very cold. For him, the killer of the Fantasy Pavilion is a kind of prop, and all props have service life, including himself.

"But don't worry, the other party will not reveal our origin. Those killers are trained when I am bored. If I erase my memories, I will not get the origin!" Chishui said confidently.

"Just not find out, I feel relieved when you do things!"

If you can't find out if you can't find it, you'll be scrambling to fish. Anyway, the forces in the capital are far more than these. Everyone is still holding on to the ground and surging, so she naturally won't take action rashly.

What you have to do now is create wind! ~

In front of the room, Ziyu stopped and frowned slightly.

Yan Qingyu: "What's wrong?"

Ziyu frowned, then made sure again, walked to her front, and then carefully pushed open the door, as if there was something dangerous in the room.

After pushing the room open, Yan Qingyu was invited in, and then she found that there was a half-dead corpse in her room. The reason why Ziyu stopped moving was because she felt an extremely weak breath, so she thought it was an assassin.

The assassin will release weak breaths when lurking.

However, after entering, there was a man lying in the room. The man had an extremely weak aura, with a knife inserted on his stomach, and blood dripped into the room. When Yan Qingyu walked over, he suddenly realized that this man was Yan Ziwu?

Did you conspire with Mo Yan to kidnap his Yan Ziwu?

How could he be so seriously injured? Why was he in his room?

Why……

Yan Qingyu had no time to say anything, and a very quick voice sounded outside. A group of people came in a mighty way for the An and the others. A woman in blue-clothed gold-edged banged Yan Qingyu directly and ran to Yan Ziwu shakingly and picked up the person directly. She felt the faint breath and wailed on the spot. "Son... my son, what's wrong with you? Who made you suffer such a serious injury? Doctor... Come on the doctor..."

Aunt He, Duanmu He, hugged her son, couldn't help crying loudly. Her only son suddenly fell to the ground seriously injured, and his breath was sometimes gone, and he could return to the west at any time.

"What's going on? Qingyu, what was born here?" An walked over with mercy, his gentle tone was extremely targeted. Yan Qingyu asked, asking everyone to put the matter to the beginning.

Yan Qingyu's eyes flashed with a dark look, she smiled, put her hands on her waist and nodded slightly; "Mother, my daughter doesn't know what she gave birth to. When she just returned from out, the fourth brother happened to appear. Then you, Aunt He and others will arrive immediately!"

An's eyes rolled, and a gentle sigh was very kind: "Oh, fortunately, nothing happened to you. Your fourth brother seemed to be assassinated in this situation. You are not here to go out, so it's okay. Don't worry, my wife must investigate this matter thoroughly and cannot let anyone who dares to hurt the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

An said it very decent on the surface, but in fact it tempted everyone a useful message: Yan Qingyu was not assassinated because she had good luck and was not assassinated. The fourth young master was unlucky and became a scapegoat.

Yan Qingyu showed a hint of horror at the right time and shook her head; "What mother meant is that someone deliberately kidnapped my fourth brother and wanted to frame me? That's why he hurt someone in my yard?"

An:...

She didn't mean that, but she didn't expect that Yan Qingyu was so flexible that she maliciously reversed the secret meaning of her words.

When An wanted to say something, Yan Qingyu couldn't help but reach out and cover her face, tears kept dripping between her fingers; "Who did I mess with? Is this the evil ghost's revenge on me again and again in my yard? Why must I be implicated?"

Yan Qingyu inadvertently mentioned the evil ghost, and the people present showed a strange expression. Isn’t the evil ghost before the second lady? Isn’t the second lady the daughter of the wife? Is this the revenge of the evil ghost of the second lady or the wife’s…

An's eyes were full of anger but could only bear it. She reached out and patted Yan Qingyu on the shoulder, then walked to Duanmu He and whispered softly: "Sister He, don't be sad, the doctor will definitely cure Ziwu, and the master will also find out who hurt him."

Duanmu He kept trembling all over, his angry mother staring at An in front of him, and she growled: "Of course, I will definitely find out who is secretly making trouble. After finding out, I will definitely tear him to pieces!"

Duanmu He's domineering and strong words show her personality. In addition, she has a sister who is the Prince Xuan's official concubine, so even if she is a concubine, her identity is comparable to An. Because Duanmu He has Prince Xuan as her backer, she is particularly domineering in her behavior and is also facing An in all kinds of tit-for-tat.

If something happened to his son, wasn’t the only enemy that was the kind Prime Minister’s wife in front of him?

After Yan Ziwu's accident, Yan Xun sent someone to search Yan Qingyu's yard carefully and then expanded it to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but there was still no doubt. Yan Ziwu's unconscious life was hanging on the line, and he struggled several times before he woke up from his serious injury.

However, the first sentence Yan Ziwu said after he woke up was: Yan Qingyu assassinated me!

Yan Ziwu's words caused a huge wave, and everyone couldn't believe how a cripple stabbed a strong man? Yan Ziwu accused him of various kinds, saying that Yan Qingyu tricked him into the yard for tea, and finally fell into a coma. He saw her doing it in a daze... Then Yan Xun asked the doctor to check Yan Ziwu's body, and traces of the drug appeared from his body, and then...

Yan Qingyu was taken to the lobby and knelt on the ground.

"Bastard, you have not pleaded guilty to killing your brother in cold blood?"

Yan Qingyu was pressed to the ground by Wurong and did not resist at all. At this time, resistance would only be dealt with. She knelt obediently on the ground and looked up at people from all directions. The entire prime minister's mansion was present, and all the eyes looked at her and showed various emotions.

"Father, my daughter does not admit her guilt. My daughter has never done these things before, I don't admit it!" Yan Qingyu looked up so hard that she looked up, but her pale little face was filled with an indescribable arrogance. Yan Xun couldn't help but frown when he thought of the scene in his memory, and clenched his fists, and a faint hatred flashed through his eyes.

"Your fourth brother pointed it out in person, what else do you have to say?" Yan Xun said in a deep voice. As the prime minister, the pressure came towards Yan Qingyu mercilessly. If it were an ordinary daughter, she might be so scared that her face was pale or coma.

But Yan Qingyu's body knelt very straight, raised her head without fear of any anger, her eyes cleared: "The fourth brother said he saw me in a coma, why is the evidence that it is the real me? I was still on the street for an hour, how can I come back to assassinate the fourth brother without any silence?"

No one has ever dared to question this way, nor has anyone ever seen the Seventh Miss show such an expression, just like Han Mei, who is not afraid of the power.

Yan Xun's eyes were psychedelic. Through Yan Qingyu, he seemed to see something hated. When he came to his senses, his eyes were cold, "Your fourth brother said that he was stabbed half an hour ago. If you can find someone who proves your whereabouts, even if you are innocent, you will be extremely suspicious. You are brothers and sisters, and brothers do not have to frame your sister!"

Don't you have to frame your sister?

Where did the brotherhood come from in the entire prime minister’s mansion?

Yan Qingyu couldn't help but find it funny.

On the way back half an hour, there must be people who have seen her, but where can I go to find witnesses? Yan Xun's words seemed fair, but in fact he had already helped Yan Ziwu.

"Master, I think this matter may be a misunderstanding, why don't everyone calm down and investigate slowly?"

"Master, please find out the murderer. Ziwu's life is hanging on the edge and almost died. If I don't punish me severely, wouldn't my son betray this life-and-death struggle be unjust?" Aunt He knelt at Yan Xun's feet with a pounce. Just after receiving the news, Yan Ziwu survived from the gates of hell, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

An felt the malice from Aunt He and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Sister He is very yes, please check it out in detail!"

Yan Qingyu knelt on the ground and her eyes suddenly turned, and a trick came to her heart. Looking at the emotions between An and Aunt He, she suddenly felt that she was in a fog again. She originally thought that all this was An's plan, which could get rid of Yan Ziwu and make Duanmu He hate him.

But looking at the interaction between the two, Duanmu He had long decided that everything was done by An. When An received Duanmu He's hatred, he was slightly stunned, as if he didn't quite understand what happened.

What's going on?

Yan Qingyu felt that the ghost hand that had been lurking in the Prime Minister's mansion had begun to move again. Every time he was active, he would become the chess piece of this ghost hand. But what was strange was that this ghost hand pulled her into the game when designing everything but never really wanted to kill her. He would always leave a trace of vitality for her.

Who is it?

Yan Qingyu looked around. There were only a few in the Prime Minister's mansion that matched the ghost hand's guess... Could it be Yan Zibing?

After receiving Yan Qingyu's gaze, Yan Zibing turned around casually, curled her lips, looked at the interaction between Duanmuhe and An with relish, ignoring Yan Qingyu's scrutiny.

"Father, daughter may have some information about the murderer to provide!"

It was when Duanmu He and An were fighting with each other in private, Yan Qingyu suddenly spoke.

Yan Xun said nothing.

Yan Qingyu took the initiative to say everything and said, "My daughter saw the fourth brother climbing over the wall in the southwest corner of the yard a few days ago. Then she heard the fourth brother talk a lot to the people beside the wall. My daughter heard that there was a quarrel between them but she didn't dare to stay for a long time, so she had to leave..."

"What you said is true?" Yan Xun frowned, but as the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion climbed over the wall? Why?

"My daughter dare not lie. My elder brother should have seen it that day, right?"

All the spearheads were pointed at Yan Ziran. Yan Ziran's gentle gaze poured out the warm glass sieve. He stood up in the face of everyone's sight and bowed and bowed: "Seventh sister is right. My son did see the fourth brother quarrel and talk with outsiders in his own eyes. At that time, the seventh sister was unable to move and still his son took her away. Now I think that the fourth brother had a quarrel with those mysterious people at that time, and it was also very likely that they were... "

"Young Master, you can't protect her if you have a good relationship with Miss Seven!" The nanny beside An couldn't help but speak.

Yan Ziran's calm eyes were particularly serious, and she pursed her lips; "I, Yan Ziran, will never lie, nor are we a person who is indistinguishable from right or wrong. Everything my son said is true, and the father understands his son's nature!"

Yan Ziran's character is obvious to all. Although he is gentle, he will definitely not be a person who is right or wrong, so no one does not believe him when he comes to testify.

Even Yan Xun nodded involuntarily, turned his head to look at Yan Qingyu on the side, and his eyes were a little serene.

"Zi Ran, you can leave this matter to you!" Yan Xun seemed to have guessed something, and his face became extremely ugly. When he threw the matter to Yan Ziran, he said that he believed Yan Ziran's words and guessed the identities of those who were arguing with Yan Ziwu.

The people watching the show left. When Yan Ziran sent Yan Qingyu back home, Yan Qingyu quietly looked at the dim vision outside and said quietly: "Is this the first time brother lying?"

"I can't understand what you're talking about."

"Brother's ears turned red when he was lying." Yan Qingyu smiled softly, and her beautiful face actually caused Yan Ziran to have a stunning conflict, and the ears also turned red... and became hot.

"No!"

"You lied again, so your ears turned red again!" Yan Qingyu was telling her seriously. She could always clearly feel some of Yan Ziran's emotions, which were extremely light but extremely clear.

Some more...

"Teaching on your brother, you have changed!" Yan Ziran stopped, looked at Yan Qingyu's side face, paused for a moment, and said, "You used to be really timid. No matter how I approach you, you stayed far away. It took me a lot of time to get better with you, but you would call me brother in awe, and you have never been the eldest brother."
To be continued...