For a moment, Jin Guiren thought he had heard wrongly.

It is impossible to connect Xu Jian and Feng Qiang.

No matter how good Xu Jian was in the past, after his right leg was injured, he would never be able to do so again.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" he asked coldly.

Cheng Xi couldn't help but feel chills running down his back. The master obviously didn't say anything serious, but fear rose up in his heart.

"That's what those two spies said," Cheng Xi said. "They said they followed Duke Fu from the time he went down to court until midnight, watching him climb over the wall and come out again."

After the words fell, Cheng Xi felt that his master was a little gloomier again.

Speaking of which, the master's temper has deteriorated a lot in the past six months, or in other words, his fear of the master has become much deeper.

As for the reason, Cheng Xi thought, it might have something to do with the deaths of Dao Heng and Wang Qi, as well as the worry that Eunuch Tong kept talking to him that night, so that even if the master just had a cold face, he was afraid in his heart.

.

fear death.

I am afraid that disaster will happen to me.

But he did nothing wrong at all!

Dao Heng and Wang Qi were abandoned by their master after they missed each other one after another. He, Cheng Xi, was just an errand messenger for his master, so he could not be blamed.

The news being spread now was also brought back by the two followers.

Whether it was true or false, how could he Cheng Xi know?

Even if those two people had to make up a story to deceive their master because they had gained nothing for more than ten days, it was their fault and had nothing to do with him...

Master, why are you looking at him so coldly?

Cheng Xi didn't dare to look up, he could only feel the gloomy gaze falling on him, but what he didn't know was that Jin Guiren was not actually looking at him.

Jin Guiren is thinking.

Xu Jian, who endured the walk every day when going to court, Xu Jian, who had to quietly move his right leg if he stood for a long time in the Jinluan Palace, and Xu Jian, who climbed over the wall in the early morning, which one was pretending and which one was real?

It's easy to pretend to be injured, but it's not easy to pretend to be healthy.

The courtyard wall of Uncle Chengyi's residence is not short at all. Xu Jian can come and go freely, which shows that his leg injury is completely different from what he usually shows.

The doctor who was invited did some good work, but Xu Jian was pretending to be injured.

interesting.

Mockery flashed through his eyes, Jin Guiren turned around, straightened his appearance in the mirror again, and then walked out.

Cheng Xi followed him respectfully and sent him outside the hospital. When he saw Jin Guiren walking away, his anxious heart finally dropped.

The cold wind and fog in the early morning made his forehead hurt.

Cheng Xi touched it and found that his forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat.

In the imperial city, all civil and military officials were preparing to go to court.

Today is the great court meeting, the Jinluan Hall is full of people, and there are more things being said than usual.

Xu Jian stood in the queue.

After standing for such a while, his right leg naturally felt uncomfortable, but he could only endure it as much as possible.

On weekdays, Xu Jian often seizes the right opportunity to stretch his injured leg, gag some officials, and stir up troubled waters.

But what we were talking about today was all serious matters, so he didn't interrupt.

At the same time, he is also paying attention to other people.

The two stalkers must have repaid him, and after their master found out, he would be more concerned about his injury.

You may not necessarily ask, or even look at you blatantly, but you are not indifferent either, you will only observe more covertly and carefully.

But Xu Jian braced himself and paid attention, but saw no movement.

No matter whether it was the Jin King Li Du, the virtuous king Li Yun, or even Prince Ping that he guessed, there was no clue.

Even Li Shao, who couldn't send out nails to work well, had no interest in his leg injury today.

I have to say that Xu Jian was very happy to see it.

Sure enough it can be hidden.

The other party may not have thought that the follower would have been exposed long ago, but he was careful enough and would not be caught in the obvious flaw.

Then, I can only feed a little more bait.

Xu Jian stood for a while longer, waiting for the courtiers to finish talking about the business and talk about some unimportant nonsense, then he gently moved his right leg twice.

The princes looked straight ahead and could not see Xu Jian's movement, but the two people sitting on the throne could see it.

The Holy Father gave Eunuch Cao a look.

Eunuch Cao was about to speak, but Li Shao beat him to it.

Li Shao has been honest for a long time since he meditated on the Little Throne, but he also became more and more curious about Xu Jian's injury.

Xu Jian set up a small throne for him, clearly intending to manipulate him, but these days, Li Shao and Xu Jian did not communicate much.

Li Shao followed the emperor and the three orphans, and Xu Jian returned home after going to court. It was really different from the big eyes when he was watching the government at the Ministry of Rites at the beginning of the year. Li Shao waited for Xu Jian to show off to him, but he didn't even wait a moment.

movement.

On the contrary, Li Shao was very impatient to wait.

In the early morning, Xu Jian moved his right leg several times, but only when some blind and evil-minded people picked on him, which made Li Shao unsure.

Is your leg really hurting? Why is it just a coincidence?

If his legs are fine, this kind of interruption is equivalent to giving Li Shao a break.

The little throne's score is not displayed, and the rescue is silent. What's the matter, do you have to write it down one by one, and wait for the general ledger to be calculated later?

With Xu Jian's energy to find trouble, he doesn't know how much interest he will get out of it.

Li Shao was impatient. When he saw Xu Jian moving his legs, he asked: "Does the Duke of Fu suffer from leg disease again?"

After the words fell, everyone in the palace looked at Xu Jian.

Xu Jian raised his head when he heard the sound, and looked at Li Shao, also passing by Li Du and others.

Those few looked natural.

"I'm fine," Xu Jian said, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

Eunuch Cao was a smart man and did not dare to give Li Shao another chance to speak. He simply said, "If something happens, go to court, if nothing happens, withdraw from the court."

He is really afraid of His Highness the Crown Prince.

When it comes to matters related to Duke Fu, His Highness always creates unexplained complications.

Even ordinary trivial matters can cause problems.

That's all in private, there's no need for it in a large court meeting.

The Holy One intended to withdraw from the imperial court, and the civil and military officials had nothing to do, so they naturally sent the Holy One off respectfully.

Li Shao followed the Holy Master down, but stopped when he passed Xu Jian.

"If your legs feel uncomfortable, you don't have to insist on going to court," Li Shao said angrily, "If you can't do these things, it's just fun for you."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Eunuch Cao choked in his throat. He really did not expect that His Highness would stop.

The saint who was walking in front also stopped and glanced at Li Shao and Xu Jian.

Li Shao said: "I think Duke Fu is in a good mood today, but this morning, there doesn't seem to be any big drama like before."

For a moment, there was silence in the hall.

Everyone knows what Li Shao is referring to.

Those who have sung great operas and been entertained by Duke Fu are not here...

oh.

There were people present, such as Xu Guogong.

When Xu Guogong's eyes gradually returned to him, he pretended to be dead with a dull face.

Then, he heard someone laughing.

Xu Guogong couldn't help but look at the sound and saw that the smiling person was Xu Jian.

Perhaps because he had retired from the imperial court, Xu Jian looked much more relaxed than when the Holy Emperor was still sitting on the throne just now.

It may also be that what His Highness said was not serious, but seemed like daily chat. Xu Jian and His Highness were familiar with each other, and his tone of voice was not so respectful.

Just listen to Xu Jian say: "I am indeed in a good mood. I am getting married soon. How can I be in a bad mood?"

Well-founded and confident.

On the contrary, His Highness was stunned for a moment, and then said "congratulations" under the urging eyes of the Holy Master.
To be continued...