Song Yan signaled to the eunuch next to him, and the eunuch quickly understood and gave the long-prepared fur mink to the emperor.

After Song Yan took the inkstone, he gently put it on the woman's shoulders. Then he looked at Song Wenyan who was not far away, and said in a lukewarm voice with no emotion or anger: "Just now, King Yan sent a gift to the late emperor. I allowed it, but Yan

Why does the king hate the corpse of the late emperor? Does this violate the rules of the palace?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eunuch Zhou quickly echoed: "Reporting to the emperor, yes, King Yan did violate the rules."

Song Wenyan's face showed a little surprise. No one could bear to see the rotting corpse.

But I didn't expect that Song Yan would be so selfless.

He was at odds with Song Yan, so naturally he would not ask for mercy, but would just let Song Yan handle it.

Song Yan smiled slightly and said lightly: "Then follow the rules of the palace."

Song Wenyan looked angry. He didn't know what kind of deal he was facing. He only knew that he only had hatred for Song Yan in his heart.

If I had known that Song Yan would be the first to be dealt with, who would have known that in the end, the prince who seemed to be the weakest would usurp his throne.

After saying this, Song Yan took Xie Shizhu and left here.

*

In the carriage, Xie Shizhu had some thoughts in her mind. If she guessed correctly just now, Qi Zian seemed to have betrayed Song Yan?

She rolled her eyes, then took out something she had prepared for a long time from her sleeve, put it into Song Yan's hand, and said, "Your Majesty, this is something I found in the Library Pavilion some time ago."

Song Yan took it and spread out a piece of paper. When he saw the words and handwriting on it, his eyes sank slightly.

This is Qi Zian's handwriting.

And this is an unfair transaction record.

He closed his eyelids and slowly thought about the fire in the library, the last time Xie Shizhu was almost killed outside the palace, and the words of his friends in the painting boat.

All of this seems to be somewhat inexplicably connected.

The assassination of the Thief God at the beginning, and then the assassination of Xie Shizhu, gradually became clear.

At that time, Chao Lan's father, who was also the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, was beheaded for corruption. It was said that the god of thieves gave the evidence to the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, which instantly aroused the fear of other officials.

And if Qi Zian does such a thing, then he will be the first person to want the Thief God to die.

In fact, Song Yan discovered that Xie Shizhu was the God of Thieves when he saw the woman's footprints by the window and the sweat on Xie Shizhu's forehead at the inn.

Also, when he was sleeping in the inn that day, he saw the white powder remaining in the woman's hand.

At that moment, he learned that his mute concubine was the legendary thief god worth thirty thousand taels of gold.

At that moment, he really wanted to kill Xie Shizhu.

However, he felt that watching Xie Shizhu pretending every day was more interesting than thirty thousand taels of gold.

So he deliberately tested her.

Seeing the woman's nervous expression, he seemed to be in a good mood.

Song Yan slowly opened his eyelids, folded the paper, and put it back into his sleeve. He looked at Xie Shizhu with tenderness in his eyes and said softly: "I understand."

Xie Shizhu was slightly surprised. Song Yan didn't ask anything, but felt like he already knew everything.

This kind of person can see into people's hearts. Xie Shizhu felt that in Song Yan's eyes, his tricks were like watching a play.

When we arrived at the palace, it was already snowing heavily.

Song Yan left to deal with government affairs. She returned to Shaole Hall first. Seeing that the flowers had been covered with snow and turned into a thin blanket, she quickly ran over with her skirt in hand and used her sleeves to push aside the covered flowers.

Snow.

The maid in the palace saw her like this and quickly came over to help.

After a while, the cleared snow covered it again.

The palace maid sighed helplessly: "Queen, don't worry about it. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Please enter the palace quickly."

Xie Shizhu frowned and turned around in frustration and entered the hall. She looked at the flowers through the window and had a very bad feeling in her heart.

After a night, Xie Shizhu woke up from her dream. She dreamed that Song Yan was riding a horse, picked up a sword, pointed it at her chest, and said: "You and I have never been on the same front."

Then, the cold sword pierced her chest, causing severe pain.

Xie Shizhu was covered in cold sweat. He opened his sleepy eyelids and saw a painting on the wall not far away. It was the back of Song Yan riding a horse in his dream.

She was startled and thought, maybe Song Yan's dead mother was not blaming her.

She knew that this was a painting by Song Yan's mother. In the original plot, Song Yan's mother painted such a painting.

The system was also shocked and comforted her by saying: [Host, dreams are all reversed.]

Xie Shizhu murmured to himself: "I hope so."

As the sky grew brighter, she quickly got up and went to look outside the temple. She saw that after a night, all the flowers were dead and not a single one was left.

Grass!

Xie Shizhu cursed silently in his heart.

*

Song Wenyan never imagined that he would be sent to the border.

Just because he vomited after seeing his father's body, he had to suffer this crime.

He is not convinced!

So, Song Wenyan took out all his belongings and went to a boat.

This is where the people he admires most will come.

Song Wenyan entered the painting boat, spoke a few words to the people on the painting boat, and was then invited to a room.

Song Wenyan put a whole box of gold on the table and said in a calm voice: "This is the deposit."

The other party knew Song Wenyan and who he was, so he said politely: "I wonder what you want to convey? Although he said he won't accept it for the time being, as long as you give him more money, it won't be difficult."

After finishing speaking, Song Wenyan patted his chest and said, "You don't know who I am? I am not short of money. I want the Ghost Emperor to kill Song Yan, the current Holy One."

As soon as he finished speaking, the corner of the other party's mouth twitched slightly.

It is a bit difficult for Song Yan to kill himself, no matter how much money you have, it is impossible.

"Sorry, I can't convey it," the other party smiled helplessly, "No matter how much money you have, you can't accept this order."

Song Wenyan's face darkened and he slammed his hand on the table.

The other party was not afraid of him and shrugged, then said: "He will be here soon. If you want him to pick it up, just tell him in person."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wenyan's expression changed from blue to black to surprise, and he opened his eyes wide with excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "Is he really coming? Really?"

Opponent: "...really."

Song Wenyan quickly tidied up his clothes. He wanted to meet the person he respected the most with his most handsome and tidy face.

Be sure to shake hands and talk happily later.

Song Wenyan sat very upright, with the corners of his mouth always raised in the most beautiful curve.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, footsteps were heard outside. Song Wenyan felt his breath hitch and his heartbeat quicken, and he subconsciously looked towards the entrance.

A tall figure walked in from the outside unhurriedly. After seeing the person inside, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, which was then replaced by indifference, and his face remained gentle and elegant.

The smile on Song Wenyan's face froze, thinking that the person he wanted to kill was delivered to his hands in person.

Even if he is caught and imprisoned later, Song Yan will be stabbed in the back.

Song Wenyan never spoke to Song Yan again, his eyes still staring at the entrance, waiting for the awed man to appear.

Song Yan glanced at the box on his table, and then slowly walked to his friend.

The other party's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and it happened to be heard by Song Wenyan: "It's King Yan who wants you to take an order."

Song Yan no longer seemed to care whether his identity would be known to others.

After all, he was already the emperor. Even if others told him, no one would believe that a weak man was a frightened assassin.

Not to mention Song Wenyan.

He nodded slightly and asked in a calm tone: "Who is he going to kill?"

The other party was silent for a few seconds, then raised his finger and pointed at Song Yan's face: "You."

Song Yan: "..."

Song Wenyan sat there and eavesdropped on their conversation. At first he was disdainful, then shocked, and now dumbfounded.

In the end, the whole person was completely petrified.

His world seemed to have collapsed.

The man he admired most in his life turned out to be the person he hated the most.

Song Wenyan wanted to die now. He lowered his head and inserted his hands into his hair, feeling very painful.

The owner of the painting boat invited Song Wenyan out. He seemed to have lost his soul and even forgot about the box on the table.
To be continued...