Qin Feng, the secret guard who arranged for investigation into the assassin, was extremely cautious in doing things.
He carefully took the assassin's body out of the palace and placed it in a remote open space.
Qin Feng knew that the most urgent task was to find out the identity of the assassin, so he decided to wait the next day to find a skilled painter to paint the portrait of the assassin.
The next morning, the sun had just shined on the ground, and Qin Feng had already brought the painter to the open space.
The painter carefully observed the characteristics of the assassin's face, and the brush in his hand moved quickly on the paper. After a while, a lifelike portrait appeared in front of him.
Qin Feng held the portrait and arranged for his subordinates to post the portrait in various conspicuous locations in the city.
Every time he posted a portrait, he would seriously say to the people around him: "This person is an assassin who assassinated the emperor. If anyone knows his identity or whereabouts, he would also come and report it quickly. This is a matter of concern for the safety of the country. If effective clues are provided, there will be a reward."
The people whispered to the cold faces on the portrait.
Everyone was shocked by the assassination of the emperor, and they were secretly guessing the identity of the assassin and the mastermind behind it.
As the portraits were widely posted in the city, the atmosphere on the street became tense.
People were talking about the assassination after dinner, while Qin Feng was secretly paying close attention to everyone who came to view the portrait, hoping to find some clues from their reactions.
Qin Feng asked for a quiet room in a bustling inn, and then he posted a notice in the inn lobby and conspicuous location at the door.
He told everyone that if anyone knows clues about the assassin, he can go directly to this room to report to him.
Qin Feng was waiting in the room with anticipation, and he listened carefully to every movement in the corridor.
However, the day passed slowly, and no one came to provide clues.
He paced back and forth in the room, his brows getting tighter and tighter. He thought to himself: Could it be that the portrait is not clear enough?
Or is the assassin hidden too deeply that no one knows his origin? Or is it that the people have some concerns and dare not come to report it?
Qin Feng walked to the window and looked at the bustling crowd on the street, searching for suspicious people in the crowd with sharp eyes. He knew very well that every day he was delayed, the mastermind behind the assassin would have more chances to escape.
In desperation, Qin Feng decided to expand the scope of the investigation.
He called his men and told them to go to the surrounding towns and post portraits, not to miss any place where clues might be found.
Xi Yu still lives in the palace safely, accompanying Liu Xie to talk every day, and plays cards and has fun together when he is intrigued.
There seemed to be a tacit understanding between them, and no one mentioned the thrilling assassin, as if the terrible assassin had never happened in the palace.
Under this surface calm, Xi Yu's heart was like a turbulent sea.
He knew that the appearance of the assassin was not accidental, and there must be deep meaning and conspiracy behind it.
However, he did not want to express his concerns in front of Liu Xie, so as not to make the emperor too worried.
Liu Xie seemed to be immersed in this short relaxed atmosphere. He smiled and interacted with Xi Yu, enjoying this moment of quiet time.
But deep in his eyes, there was still a trace of undetectable worry flashing occasionally, which was a warning to unknown dangers.
Another night has come.
Liu Xie's concern became stronger and stronger. Finally, he couldn't help asking Xi Yu: "What's going on with this assassin now?"
Upon hearing this, Xi Yu showed a faint smile on his face. He bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I have been with you all this day, so I am naturally not sure about the situation outside. However, as long as the secret guard in charge of the investigation does not convey the message, it will prove that the investigation has not yet been found."
Liu Xie frowned, sighed helplessly, and said, "It's been so long since this has passed, but there is no news yet. It's really worrying."
Xi Yu hurriedly comforted him: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the secret guard Qin Feng is extremely reliable in doing things. If there are any clues, he will definitely come to report it as soon as possible. There is no news at this time, maybe the assassin's identity is extremely hidden and it takes more time to investigate."
Liu Xie nodded slightly, but the worries on his face did not completely dissipate. He looked out the window, as if he was looking forward to the secret guard who could bring good news as soon as possible.
The night was as deep as ink, covering the palace. Liu Xie fell asleep on this quiet night.
In the dream, it was pitch black all around, and the cold wind blew quietly.
Suddenly, the terrifying assassin appeared again like a ghost, and his cold eyes and the fierce weapon shining with cold light rushed towards Liu Xie.
Liu Xie wanted to call for help in horror, but found that he could not make any noise.
Immediately afterwards, the dream changed, and Xi Yu appeared in front of him, looked at him with a cold and suspicious look, and said coldly: "Your Majesty, did you call the assassin?" Liu Xie shook his head desperately to explain, but Xi Yu did not believe it.
Liu Xie suddenly woke up from the nightmare. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his heart was beating violently in his chest.
He was frightened to find that his bed was wet - he actually wet the bed.
Liu Xie's face was full of shame and annoyance. He never thought that he would have such a embarrassment because of a nightmare.
He quickly called the eunuch and told them to change the bed quietly. He did not want others to know that he was so disobedient because of a nightmare.
Although the eunuchs were surprised, they did not dare to ask more questions and quickly changed the bed.
Liu Xie sat by the bed, feeling unable to calm down for a long time. The nightmare scenes and the shame of wetting the bed made him feel very distressed. He began to doubt whether the palace was still safe and whether his throne was really stable.
The next morning, the sun shone through the gaps of the leaves, forming spots of light.
Liu Xie was upset, so he asked Xi Yu to accompany him to walk around the courtyard of the palace.
The two walked slowly and finally sat down in an exquisite pavilion.
Liu Xie looked at the blooming flowers in the yard and suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned to ask Xi Yu: "The newspaper is doing well now, right? I happened to see an issue last time and it felt pretty good."
Xi Yu bowed slightly and replied respectfully: "Thank you for your praise. I have been committed to running the newspaper well and publishing news, anecdotes and some government decrees from all over the country so that the people can know it in time."
Liu Xie nodded and said, "This newspaper is indeed a good thing. It can let my people understand the affairs of the world and also let me know the people's ideas."
Xi Yu continued: "Your Majesty is wise. We will also promote Your Majesty's benevolence and achievements in the newspapers, so that the people will love Your Majesty more."
After hearing this, Liu Xie showed a hint of relief on his face, but there seemed to be concerns about the assassin's affairs hidden behind the smile.
Seeing that Liu Xie's face was still ugly, Xi Yu understood in his heart that the worries in His Majesty had not been eliminated.
He comforted softly: "Your Majesty, please relax. The assassin's affairs will be found sooner or later, so your Majesty does not need to worry too much."
After hearing this, Liu Xie sighed heavily. After a moment of silence, he said with embarrassment: "I am not invisible. Yesterday I had a nightmare. In the dream, the assassin appeared again. I was extremely frightened. And... and I woke up and found that I actually wet the bed."
As he said that, Liu Xie lowered his head in shame. He was the emperor, but now he felt very embarrassed.
Xi Yu was stunned at first, then hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, this is just a nightmare. Your Majesty is nervous, and it is normal for you to occasionally experience such situations. Your Majesty does not have to be too ashamed."
Liu Xie shook his head and said, "As the emperor, I am so out of control. Wouldn't it be a joke if it is spread?" His tone was full of annoyance and self-blame.
Xi Yu hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, no one else knows about this matter. I will definitely keep my mouth shut and will not say a word. Your Majesty can tell me about this matter, which is a great trust in me."
After hearing Xi Yu's words, Liu Xie raised his head slightly, and looked at Xi Yu's sincere eyes, and the feeling of shame in his heart slightly relieved.
He said, "I am uneasy. The assassin's affairs are like a thorn in my throat. There are not many people around me who can trust, and you, Xi Yu, I know that you have always been loyal."
Xi Yu bowed and said, "I will repay Your Majesty with great kindness. I will do my best to investigate this assassin, and I will definitely give you the punishment you deserve and give Your Majesty a peace."
Liu Xie nodded, looked into the distance, as if thinking about something.
He said: "I hope that there will be more loyal ministers like you in this world so that my country and country will be stable. The newspaper is now well-organized. You can promote more loyalty to the emperor and patriotism on it so that the people can have a loyal heart."
Xi Yu said, "I understand, I will make arrangements."
On this day, the sun shone through the inn windows on the ground, forming spots of light.
In the lobby of the inn, a man wearing a mask walked in quietly. His figure was a little mysterious and his steps were steady.
Qin Feng was sitting in a corner of the lobby, thinking about the assassin's clueless dilemma with worry.
When he saw the man wearing a mask, his eyes suddenly became sharp.
The man walked up to Qin Feng, lowered his voice and said, "I can provide clues about the assassin."
When Qin Feng heard this, he was overjoyed and quickly stood up and said, "Please speak quickly."
The man said mysteriously: "I think the assassin looks very much like a person from the Southern Song family in the city."
The man continued, "I am willing to lead the way for you and check it out at the Song family."
After Qin Feng thought about it briefly, he felt that this was a rare opportunity, so he agreed.
They quickly left the inn, and the man led the way in front, Qin Feng followed closely behind, looking forward and alert. They were walking through the streets and alleys, gradually heading towards the south of the city.
Qin Feng was secretly observing the mysterious man along the way, wondering whether this would be a trap, but his strong desire to solve the case made him choose to continue to follow the man.
After Qin Feng followed the man to the Song family, he looked around.
The Song family is a very large-scale house, which looks very grand.
The man leaned into Qin Feng's ear and whispered: "I'll leave first, I'll wait in the dilapidated temple in front. You must remember to give me a reward."
Qin Feng looked at the man with a deep look, nodded and said, "As long as your clues are useful, you will naturally be indispensable to rewards."
After receiving Qin Feng's reply, the man quickly turned around and left the Song family, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner.
Qin Feng tidied up his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked towards the gate of the Song family.
He secretly thought in his mind that if the assassin is really related to the Song family, then there must be a complicated entanglement behind this.
He knocked on the door of the Song family, his heart full of eager search for the truth.
A concierge slowly opened the door, looked at Qin Feng sleepily, and asked impatiently what he was here to do.
Without saying a word, Qin Feng immediately showed the portrait of the assassin in front of the doorman and asked sternly: "Look, do you know this person?"
The concierge nodded subconsciously at first, but then he shook his head as if he realized something.
Qin Feng's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. Seeing the inconsistent reaction of the convoy, he had already figured out in his heart, and he could almost conclude that the assassin was the person related to this place.
He made a sudden move, and a powerful hand grabbed the doorman's neck like a pliers, and asked again in a cold voice: "Do you recognize him or she? Tell the truth quickly, otherwise I'm not polite!"
The concierge was so scared by Qin Feng's sudden behavior that his face turned pale. He made a "giggle" sound in his throat. His hands desperately tried to pry Qin Feng's hand away, his eyes full of horror.
The concierge was so squeezed by Qin Feng that he couldn't breathe, and his face turned from white to blue.
Qin Feng let go a little, and the doorman coughed violently, and said in horror while coughing: "Give me your life, let me go. I... I have indeed seen this person."
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "To be more specific, otherwise I will arrest you to meet the official now."
The concierge said tremblingly, "This person... this person seems to be a guard in our mansion, but I don't know much about the specific situation. I just saw him a few times occasionally."
Qin Feng felt a stern, it seemed that his guess was correct.
He pushed the doorman away and broke into the Song family directly.
When the others from the Song family heard the movement, they ran out one after another.
Qin Feng said loudly: "I am the secret guard in charge of investigating the assassin case. Now there is reason to suspect that your Song family is related to the assassin. No one is allowed to move and accept my examination."
When the Song family heard this, some of them looked panicked, while others were full of anger and dissatisfaction.
Qin Feng's eyes were as sharp as a raging one, and he said loudly: "I am the Prime Minister's person. I'm here to handle the case. Be honest about the assassin!"
When everyone heard that it was the Prime Minister, they were dissatisfied, but they did not dare to openly disobey.
Qin Feng unfolded the portrait and walked slowly in front of everyone, while his sharp eyes were staring at everyone's expressions.
Some people just took a quick look at the portrait, with no turbulence on their faces, and they seemed to really not know.
Some people dodged their eyes and did not dare to look directly at the portrait. Qin Feng secretly remembered the reactions of these people.
Some people showed a look of surprise on their faces, but they quickly returned to peace.
After Qin Feng walked around the Song family's yard, he had some preliminary judgments in his mind.
He pointed to a few people with abnormal expressions and said, "You guys, come with me, I have something to ask."
The few people looked at each other, and although they were a little reluctant, they followed Qin Feng to the side with fear. Qin Feng asked in a low voice: "Tell me what you just now, what do you know, say it quickly, maybe you can still get a lighter attack."
One of them said tremblingly: "He is the guard house in our mansion, but he has only been here a few times. We don't know the specific situation. We have to ask our head of the family."
Just at this moment, the head of the family Song Guangshan rushed over when he heard the movement. He frowned and asked loudly: "What happened? Why is it so noisy?"
Seeing this, Qin Feng directly showed the portrait of the assassin in front of Song Guangshan and said coldly: "Are you the head of the Song family? Do you know this person in the portrait?"
Song Guangshan's eyes suddenly widened, his face turned pale in an instant, and the change in his expression was very obvious. His lips were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he did not make a sound.
Qin Feng saw all the changes in Song Guangshan's expression. He stepped forward and asked, "Head of the Song family, your expression has betrayed you. Tell the truth, what is the relationship between this person and your Song family?"
Song Guangshan calmed down and asked Qin Feng with a trembling voice: "Who are you?"
Qin Feng replied expressionlessly: "I am from the Prime Minister's Mansion."
When Song Guangshan heard the three words "Prime Minister's Mansion", his body trembled clearly and he secretly cried in his heart.
But he quickly recovered his calmness, a smile appeared on his face, and said in a flattering tone: "It turns out that he is the master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he is in a bad mood. It is very windy outside, so it is better to go into the house and talk in detail."
Qin Feng looked at Song Guangshan's hypocritical smile and knew in his heart that there must be something wrong with it, but he also wanted to see what trick Song Guangshan was going to play, so he followed him into the house.
After entering the room, Song Guangshan enthusiastically asked Qin Feng to sit down and ordered the servants to serve tea.
Qin Feng sat down quietly, staring at Song Guangshan with his eyes tightly, and said, "Head of the Song family, can you talk about that person in the portrait now?"
After the people dispersed, they gathered in the corner of the courtyard and began to whisper and talk.
A maid whispered: "This is amazing. How could it be related to the assassin? The guard doesn't look like a bad person."
The servant next to him frowned and continued, "Who knows, maybe there is something ulterior motive hidden in the guardhouse. But everyone from the Prime Minister's Mansion has come, and it seems that the matter is very serious."
Another older servant lowered his voice and said, "I see that person is aggressive and the head of the family looks ugly. There must be some big articles here. If it is really related to the assassin, our Song family will be in trouble."
Chapter completed!