"Young man, think about it quickly, what is the missing piece?"

"It's hard to come across such a poem, but you just forgot about it. It really makes us sleepless at night."

The literati and poets had already forgotten the matter of "betraying Prince Jing", and they had to drag the traces to remind him of the incomplete words.

For them, good words are lacking, just like a beautiful woman whose face is half-covered by a veil, which makes people feel unbearable.

A broken poem, which seems to be the general's heroic "poem", but it is written about the "sorrow, anger" and "regret" about the unfulfilled ambition. When he was drunk, he seemed to be the same young general, with the cold light of the sword in the camp, and outside the camp.

The horn sounded continuously.

When I woke up from a drunken dream, there were no soldiers around me. On the battlefield, the bowstrings were untied and sheathed in a high cabinet, leaving only pale hair.

Sad, deplorable.

Zhang Zhuo and Zhang Xia looked at Chen Ji in the crowd.

Only the father and daughter knew that after Chen Ji left this poem for Prince Jing, he could never write another poem or sentence in his lifetime.

Zhang Zhuo walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered: "I'm sorry for you."

Chen Ji smiled: "It doesn't matter."

Zhang Zhuo's eyes turned: "Did you really forget about it, or is it a taboo that you can't write?"

Chen Ji said softly: "I really forgot."

Chen Ji didn't lie. He was not good at liberal arts. The poems he wrote to the prince before were all half-sentences. It was not easy to memorize most of the words of this poem. Before writing, he was worried that he had written a wrong sentence or remembered it wrongly.

Which sentence?

I really forgot.

At this time, General Wang saw everyone discussing the poem and took a step forward and said coldly: "Master Zhang, can you let me and Chen Ji be alone to talk about it?"

Zhang Zhuo refused to evade: "No. General Wang, you want to put the shit basin on Chen Ji's head indiscriminately. How to deal with this matter?"

Chen Ji took Zhang Zhuo's arm and said, "Master Zhang, please let me have a chat with General Wang."

Zhang Zhuo glanced at him, waved his sleeves, turned around and walked aside. Xiao Man and Zhang Xia also moved farther away.

General Wang approached, only one foot away from Chen Ji. He slightly narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Shuzi's reaction is really quick."

Chen Ji smiled: "General Wang, thank you."

General Wang condensed his voice: "You and I know what is in the blood book. How do you think the secret agent will react when he hears today's words? Wait until everyone knows that the poems in the blood book are not written by you.

, do you think you can still escape the infamy?"

Chen Ji lowered his eyes slightly.

Blood letter?

Nowadays, the Secret Intelligence Service has only announced to the outside world that Prince Jing committed suicide out of fear of guilt, and the case is still under investigation. As for the progress of the investigation and what evidence it has obtained, it has not been announced.

Originally, the Secret Service wanted to use Concubine Yun to make up the evidence. As long as Prince Jing's collusion with Jing Dynasty was nailed, the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason would be confirmed. But now Liu Gelao, who could prove the matter, hanged himself, and Concubine Jing died after hitting a pillar.

, Concubine Yun disappeared without a trace as if she had evaporated from the world.

All evidence is incomplete.

Bailong did have Prince Jing's blood letter in his hand, but the content in the blood letter could only prove that after Prince Jing was imprisoned, he tried to let the Chitose Army rob the prison to protect himself. Even if this blood letter was taken out, it would be regarded as treason in the eyes of the civil service group.

There is no direct connection. It is clear that the eunuchs persecuted Zhongliang first, and King Jing protected himself later.

Therefore, when Bai Long directly pressed the blood letter, he just assumed that the blood letter never existed, and the case of Prince Jing's rebellion became an unsolved case.

This is also the reason why Bai Long was able to help Chen Ji protect the princess from being executed.

At a certain moment, Chen Ji was also thinking about a question. Why did a thoughtful person like Bai Long make so many mistakes in convicting Prince Jing? When Mr. Liu Ge hanged himself and Concubine Jing hit the pillar, Bai Long was present.

Why were these two key witnesses not rescued?

Did Bai Long do it intentionally, or did he really neglect it in his busy schedule?

If it is true that Bai Long intends to turn this case into an unsolved case, what is his purpose?

As for the blood book...

As long as Bai Long still needs Chen Ji to lurk in the Chen family, he will cover it up for him.

The biggest omission made by General Wang today was that he did not know that Chen Ji had joined Bai Long's command and became Hai Dongqing of the Secret Service.

Chen Ji raised his eyes and looked at General Wang: "General Wang, you should take good care of yourself. Those who sell themselves to others for glory will not end well."

General Wang sneered: "Young people are used to speaking cruelly. It's useless. I'll give you some time."

After saying that, he turned around and left, sitting down in the main hall.

Xiaoman finally dared to come forward and whispered: "Master, he slandered you, is this the end of it?"

Chen Ji smiled helplessly and said: "Otherwise, what else can we do? He is a fifth-grade martial arts general of the Chitose Army. I am just a concubine of the Chen family. What can I do with him?"

Xiaoman was angrily: "A fifth-grade general is so amazing! I dare to contradict him. Why are you always being bullied, sir..."

During the dinner, Zhang Zhuo seemed to want to lighten the atmosphere and kept urging General Wang to drink.

In the main hall, General Wang was sitting at the long table with doubts in his mind. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the long table where the younger generation was sitting not far away. Zhang Zheng was pouring wine to Chen Ji one glass after another.

In just two sticks of incense, I was already too drunk and fell asleep at my desk.

Zhang Zhuo pulled General Wang and joked: "General Wang, look at what other people do, drink and drink!"

General Wang withdrew his gaze and glanced at the wine cup in Zhang Zhuo's hand: "Sir Zhang is so rich, why does he drink like water? I'm afraid he is not really drinking water."

Zhang Zhuo pretended to be angry: "General Wang, you can say that Zhang Zhuo's character is not good, but you can't say that Zhang Zhuo's wine taste is not good! Try it!"

General Wang took the wine cup and took a sip. The wine cup contained truly thirty-year-old Huadiao wine: "It's my little heart that made the mistake of blaming Master Zhang. I will punish myself with three cups."

Zhang Zhuo said earnestly: "General Wang, I know that you are depressed, so I will drink a few more glasses with you. This wine is a good thing. After drinking it, you will forget all your depression."

General Wang remained calm: "Why am I upset? Mr. Zhang, please don't persuade me to drink anymore. The last general is the commander of an army, how can I get drunk?"

Zhang Zhuo was confused: "With such a big thing happening in the palace, isn't General Wang depressed? If you weren't depressed, wouldn't your loyalty be a lie? Don't worry, General Wang, if you get drunk occasionally, others won't say anything."

General Wang's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Master Zhang still understands me, drink, drink!"

By the time the wine stopped, it was already evening, and all the guests from Zhang's house had dispersed except for a few drunk ones.

General Wang looked at Zhang Zhuo lying on the desk, stood up unsteadily and walked behind Chen Ji.

He patted Chen Ji on the shoulder, but when he didn't wake him up, his expression became gloomy. Holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, he pondered for a long time, then walked out with empty steps, and got into the carriage outside the door with the help of a soldier.

He turned back and took a look into the depths of Zhang Mansion. The guests had all dispersed, as if nothing had happened today and it was just as normal as before.

General Wang sat firmly in the car, exhaled a breath of alcohol, and calmed down the drunkenness on his face: "Return to camp."

The carriage drove away slowly, and more than ten thousand-year-old soldiers rode on horseback to guard the left and right.

Zhang Zhuo listened to the sound of wheels rolling outside the door, sat up straight and burped. He clapped his hands, and Zhang Zheng and Chen Ji stood up immediately.

Chen Ji glanced at the drunken guests in the hall and stood up silently.

Zhang Zheng had put on a black coat that was exactly the same as his and was lying down where he was lying before.

Chen Ji bowed his hand to Zhang Zhuo and said, "Master Zhang, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Zhuo lowered his voice and said with a cheerful smile: "What's the hard work for me? I won't get drunk even after a thousand cups of wine. General Wang is still far behind in fighting with me. But you, I drink wine, you drink wine."

Water, but you don’t know that the person who stays awake until the end of the wine table is the hardest working person. Stop gossiping and go ahead.”

Chen Ji picked up a cloth bundle and walked to the back door of Zhang's house. The servants along the way were dismissed early by Zhang Xia.

After leaving Zhang's Mansion, he walked into Hongzao Lane, and when he came out he had replaced the hairpin on his head.

By the time he passed through Lihao Alley, the black placket he wore had been replaced by a gray short shirt.

When he passed through Tonggu Alley again, the black soap boots on his feet were replaced by black cloth shoes.

Alley after lane, scene after scene, the third son of the Chen family has disappeared, leaving traces like a little coachman running into the crowd.

He arrived at the South City Gate earlier than the carriage.

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…

The sun sets in the west, as if the last trace of warmth has been taken away from the world. The pavilions and pavilions rise and fall under the night, and the lights gradually go out.

Chen Ji silently sat on the ridge of a gray roof, with dark clouds sitting beside him, his ears pricked up.

Under the moonlight, in the empty alleys of Luo City, the flying horns raised by the eaves are like black waves rippling into the distance. It seems that there is only one person and one cat sitting in the world.

Wu Yun meowed: "General Wang, at the banquet, wants to pour the dirty water of betraying Prince Jing on you?"

Chen Ji hummed: "Yes."

Wu Yun thought for a while: "Why not expose him?"

"It's not necessary," Chen Ji said calmly: "If he wants to talk fast, let him go. No matter if he says one thousand or ten thousand today, I can accept it, as long as he is willing to leave the Chitose Army barracks."

During these days, General Wang has been huddled in the Chitose Army camp, surrounded by thousands of soldiers. It is more difficult to kill him than to climb to the sky.

Before Chen Ji left Luo City, he finally waited for today's opportunity, and it was his only chance.
To be continued...