Chapter 66 Daily question, are you rebelling? (13)

General Mu will set off in a month and enter the capital quietly in a month.

When he comes, Murong can leave quietly.

When Murong arrives at the border, General Mu can appear in the capital openly and openly, and there is no need to worry about anything happening at the border.

This time he came alone and would not bring anyone with him, let alone the hundreds of thousands of soldiers at the border.

It's not because I don't want to, it's because I can't.

In fact, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers at the border were organized and trained by the Mu family, and they guarded the country, not the monarch of the country.

As long as other countries are not invading and there is internal fighting, hundreds of thousands of soldiers cannot interfere.

From the moment you become a member of the soldiers inside, you will never leave the border even half a step unless you break away.

If you leave, you will never be able to go back in your life.

The 30,000 people Murong brought back were not the hundreds of thousands of soldiers guarding the border.

It's the private soldiers they trained.

There is another provision in the regulations.

Each generation of emperors can seek help from General Zhennan who guards the border once.

Naturally, it is impossible to use the hundreds of thousands of troops guarding the border.

They are private soldiers they trained separately.

The number of private soldiers is strictly controlled and cannot exceed 30,000.

The time for helping the emperor is also limited, the longest is one year.

After one year, regardless of success or failure, you will have to leave, unless you choose to give up your original identity.

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Murong looked at the letter and was silent for a long time.

He didn't want his father to come.

It's not that he dislikes his father's IQ and ability.

The main reason is that he thinks this person is really incompetent.

At least it will definitely work without him!

Of course, the first priority right now is not to think about this matter.

But to find out who did this series of things and what his next step should be.

He vaguely felt as if he had become a pawn on someone else's chessboard.

What’s more, it’s specially designed to take the blame!

hehe!

Murong sneered and raised his hand to place the envelope on the candlelight.

The flames rushed up as soon as they touched the envelope, quickly wrapped it up, and then burned it into ashes bit by bit.

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Xia Qingshu started a decent search for evidence to find the real murderer.

A complete set of procedures.

Let people who don't know why gradually become more convinced of him.

Of course, after experiencing the impact of various rumors, this belief slowly changed and turned into doubt.

Xia Qingshu discovered for the first time that he could not change the direction of his remarks!

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Yan Chumiao ostensibly stayed in the palace these days and did not leave the palace.

Ever since Murong entered the court that day, he began to go to court every day.

There is no need for her to take him around the entire capital.

When the palace maid came in with something, she was leaning against the window and flipping through the booklet in her hand.

Hearing the footsteps of the palace maid, she slightly raised her eyes and looked over.

The soft tone had a somewhat casual feel.

"What's it this time?"

"Go back to Your Highness the Princess. Here are some fruits to eat. The people from the imperial kitchen brought them here specially."

"There is no need to accept it anymore," Yan Chumiao said.

This was already the third time today, and she had a rough idea of ​​who was responsible.

The palace maid was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness Princess."

So when the imperial kitchen brought something again, she decisively refused.

Someone also learned this very quickly.

He rubbed his chin in thought.

Could it be that he thought wrong and the little princess didn't like these?

But when the little girl is still growing, how can she have less nutrition?

sad……

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It took more than ten days.

Xia Qingshu finally found the so-called murderer.

Probably because of the rumors.

He directly told Dali Temple to participate in this matter, and the location was chosen at the entrance of Dali Temple, allowing anyone to watch.

His move shook many people's suspicions.

On this day, layers and layers of people gathered around the entrance of Dali Temple.

It was so densely packed that the scene was extremely chaotic.

There were also many people watching from the windows of surrounding buildings.

Xia Qingshu said nothing about this.

He clapped his hands, and his people immediately tied up the so-called murderer and brought him up.

It was a middle-aged man with a fierce look on his face.

It fits everyone's guess about the murderer.

"There are all the witnesses and material evidence, do you know the crime?" The Minister of Dali Temple patted the gavel tree and said solemnly.

Almost no one knows that he is actually Xia Qingshu's man in private.

In this current case, he thought he was just here to go through the motions and increase the credibility of Xia Qingshu's words.

The unwillingness on the face of the middle-aged man, whose hands were tied and forced to kneel, instantly turned into depression and despair.

"Grass people, grass folks, grass folks plead guilty, those people were indeed killed by grass folks!"

Snap!

There was another dull sound.

The Minister of Dali Temple took pictures of the gavel again.

"Tell me! Why did you do this? Who ordered you!"

The middle-aged man started to lie, but he just didn't want to say that someone was instigating him.

The Minister of Dali Temple did not believe it and asked again and again.

This fits the original script very well.

Xia Qingshu looked more and more satisfied.

At this point in the script, it seems that the big man could not withstand the severe questioning from the Dali Temple minister, but he still revealed the truth in his heart.

The onlookers seemed to be watching a drama. Seeing the climax, everyone was nervous and excited.

I wish I could pry open this person's mouth and make him speak faster.

"Yes, yes, he is the current prime minister! He ordered me to do everything, he forced me, and he held my hands, so I had to obey orders!"

A snapping sound sounded after these words.
To be continued...