That night.

Chu Li arrived as promised.

Xiao Xingxing pressed his hands on the wheelchair on both sides of him and asked, "Chu Yichen was assassinated, was it really not you who did it?"

"It's really not true."

Chu Li couldn't laugh or cry, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who does good deeds quietly without taking credit? If it were me, I would come over and express my hints in front of you as soon as possible."

"..."

Hear the words.

Little Xingxing couldn't help but glance at him.

He has a pretty clear understanding of himself.

Little Xingxing straightened up, and she pulled a strand of hair around her fingertips, "It's not Chu Mohan, and it's not you... Then who did this? It couldn't be the prince, right?"

"The prince did it, Chu Mohan will not know about it."

"Too."

Little Xingxing scratched her head, "So, Chu Yichen has many enemies. Whoever does such good deeds does not leave his name behind."

"A good thing?" Chu Li's eyes darkened slightly, "Not necessarily."

"..."

Little Xingxing didn't know the situation in the court as clearly as Chu Li. When he heard what he said, he immediately moved a chair and sat across from him, as if he was listening attentively.

The corners of Chu Li's lips raised slightly, "Maybe the assassin didn't intend to kill Chu Yichen in the first place."

Little Xingxing blurted out, "Then why did he want to assassinate?"

"What do you think?"

"..."

Little Xingxing thought for a while and suddenly her eyes widened, "The assassin, or the person behind the assassin wants to frame Chu Mohan!"

"clever."

"..."

Little Star took a breath silently.

When Heiying went to Jinyuan to talk about this matter this afternoon, her first reaction was that Chu Mohan did it.

after all.

According to the current situation, the people who want King Jiang dead most are definitely the princelings.

Moreover, the assassin has high martial arts, high internal strength and strong arms. These characteristics make him look like Chu Mohan.

"I heard that King Jiang reported to the police. He also thinks that the assassin is Chu Mohan, right?"

"I don't think he has settled this debt on Chu Mohan."

"..."

Little Xingxing understood, "Then according to what you said, it's obvious that someone behind the scenes wants to promote the conflict between the princelings and the Jiang Wangdang and make them fight."

"yes."

"Think about who can benefit from this matter." Little Xingxing thought for a long time, and looked at Chu Li with a strange look in her eyes again, "I thought about it, why do I feel that you are the one who will benefit from this matter in the end?

The princelings and the Jiang Wangdang will be finished at the same time, and you will be the emperor's last adult prince. Wasn't the emperor's throne just picked up like this?"

Little Xingxing asked him again, "You really didn't do it?"

Chu Li sighed, "No, I'm not interested in that person."

"Well?"

Little Xingxing was surprised. She lowered her voice and said, "You don't want to be the emperor? Are there any men in this world who don't want to be the emperor?"

"I am."

"Why? Isn't the ultimate goal of you men all the beauty of the country?"

"not including me."

Little Xingxing blurted out, "Are you not a man?"

"..."

Chu Li squinted his eyes, and the look he stared at her suddenly became dark and dangerous. He pushed the wheelchair and slowly approached the little star. He put his hand on the jade belt around his waist, half-smiling, "Do you need me to prove it myself?

"

Little Xingxing smiled dryly and backed away. She waved her hand, "Haha, no, no, no, I made a slip of the tongue. It was just a slip of the tongue."

Chu Li snorted softly.

Little Xingxing quickly changed the subject, "But why are you not interested in the throne? You command thousands of people to kneel down, how majestic it is."

"No reason."

Chu Li didn't know what he was thinking of, and deep disgust flashed in his eyes, "Even if you give that person to me, I don't want it!"

"..."

Little Star said to her heart.

Big brother.

No one else may be able to grab that seat, and even if you want it, no one will give it to you.

Little Xingxing sat down at the Eight Immortals table and picked the wick with a needle. The light in the inner room suddenly became much brighter. She stared at the burning wick and fell into thinking.

"It's not a princeling, it's not you, there seems to be only one person left."

Prince Yu's face appeared in Little Xingxing's mind, "Let's fight on both sides. Prince Yu is also the most direct beneficiary, and he has many experts under his command, so he meets the conditions."

Chu Li tapped his knuckles lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair and fell into thinking.

Half a moment.

He cracked his knuckles.

"Looking at your expression, it seems that you have thought of something."

"Maybe it's not necessarily the emperor's uncle."

"Who else could it be?"

Chu Li pursed his lips and was silent for a long time. After looking sideways at Little Xingxing's doubtful eyes, he sighed slightly, "My guess may not be right. Don't pry about this matter. It's not good for you to know too much."

"..."

Little Xingxing almost blurted out a Chinese quintessence sentence.

On such an important topic, he had already guessed something, but he only told half of it. This feeling... She really wanted to curse.

Chu Li looked at her face and suddenly said, "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

"..."

Little Xingxing did not hide her dissatisfaction at all, and glanced at him sideways, "It's no wonder that I made it so obvious."

Chu Li couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

He pushed the wheelchair to her and said warmly, "It's not that I won't tell you. If you know some secrets, it will only lead to death."

"..."

Little Xingxing's eyes rolled wildly, and she hummed softly without saying a word.

"Don't even think about investigating secretly by yourself." Chu Li saw through her thoughts at a glance and said with a serious face, "I know that the imperial grandmother gave you the ghost guards. Even if you have ghost guards and know the truth, they still can't protect you."

"..."

Little Xingxing narrowed her eyes instantly, "I still have the dead soldier you gave me."

Chu Li's face became more serious, "The dead soldiers I gave you must not be used unless it is a matter of life and death. Otherwise, once the news is leaked, you will encounter even more terrible things."

This is what Chu Li told her repeatedly.

Little Xingxing knew the seriousness of the matter. She took out the silent whistle from her heart and said, "Anyway, this thing can't be used easily, otherwise I'd better give it back to you. It hangs around my neck every day, and I worry about not being caught.

You see, I’m under a lot of psychological pressure, okay?”

"Bring it with you!"

Chu Li held her hand and said solemnly, "Just keep it close to your body like this. I don't want you to use it like this, but being prepared can save your life at the critical moment."

He held her hand.

His palms were warm, but his fingertips were cold.

The two people's hands touched, Chu Li was stunned for a moment, and quickly took his hand back, but Xiaoxing held his wrist instead. Chu Li could have avoided it, but he didn't.

The next second.

Two of her fingers were already on his pulse point.

"Huh?"

Little Xingxing said in surprise, "On such a hot day, your fingertips are cold. I thought you were terminally ill, but it turned out to be a sign of improvement."

"Is he terminally ill?" Chu Li smiled and retracted his hand. He covered his wrist with his sleeves and said helplessly, "You can't just hope that I'll get better."

This is what I said.

If she hopes he gets well, will he get better?

"Xing'er."

"what?"

"Nineteen more days."
Chapter completed!