Chapter Four Hundred and Seventy Thirteen: King Killing
Lou Feng smiled and said nothing, "Since that's the case, I won't say anything. The Marquis of Lianzhou said it well. Since we need to investigate, we will naturally treat everyone equally."
Liu Chengfeng felt relieved. Lou Feng was quite good in his impression, so it would be much easier to investigate the case.
He stood up and said, "Then the officials will say goodbye. If Lord Lou has any news, just give the officials a note."
He came out of the Beijing Guards and this time went by surprisingly smoothly. He originally thought that it would inevitably make people disgust when he was a clerk of the Jinyiwei to mobilize the Beijing Guards. However, the commander Lou Du seemed to be quite open-minded, at least he would not cause anything.
trouble.
After Liu Chengfeng left.
Lou Feng took a sip of tea with a smile, and a man in a slutch with a Confucian scarf came out of his ear chamber and said with a smile: "Sir, this Liu Chengfeng seems very interesting."
Almost every yamen has several aides, and these people are often the most trusted people. The scholar who came out of his ear room was about thirty years old, and it was enough to be Lou Feng's son, but he was still good at it.
Demeanor implies a bit of sophistication.
Lou Feng curled his lips: "A person like this is a tough and aggressive person. He can't contradict him. If he takes a step back, he can have a wide range of sky. Yes, has Liu Chengfeng's back investigated clearly?"
"Sir, I have investigated it clearly. This person's life experience is a bit suspicious..."
"Hmm?" A glimmer of light flashed through Lou Feng's eyes and said, "You continue talking."
The staff member said lightly: "In theory, this person's household registration should be in the capital, but later I checked it. This person was originally from Nanchang, and his great-grandfather was a famous scholar in Nanchang Prefecture. His father also passed the imperial examination, but later his career was hopeless.
He became a farmer in the farm under the name of the Ning Prince’s Mansion.”
There are two types of patrol customers, one is a tenant, and the other is very advanced. To put it bluntly, they are staff members.
Lou Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of suspicion and continued, "You continue to talk."
"After that, he didn't know what happened. His father resigned from the Ning Prince's Mansion and took Liu Chengfeng to the capital. Later, Liu Chengfeng became a scholar and was smart, but for some reason.
Reformed fame and fortune.”
Lou Feng took a deep breath and said, "Is this reliable?"
“It’s true.”
Lou Feng fell into deep thought and then said lightly: "Let's check it out again, and Liu Chengfeng just now asked us to stare at the palace, saying that someone in the palace had an affair with the rioters, and asked the guards to investigate it too.
Once you check, you will get the result. Report it immediately. In any case, he is an imperial envoy after all, so we cannot neglect it."
"yes."
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at night.
Relying on Yingchunfang, under the stars, the lonely courtyard had a long sound of piano. Everyone around the neighbors knew that there was an elegant man living in this courtyard. But this neighbor, apart from the occasional playing the piano, stirring up the tranquility.
, never deal with people. Some people rumored that this person might be a prince in the capital. He bought a villa here, which is exclusively for outdoor living, so he tried to contact people as much as possible.
There are also rumors that the owner of this courtyard is a scholar who came to take the exam from other places and was locked up at home every day to study hard.
Although there are many speculations, no one knows what the situation is. This kind of thing can only be used as a topic of discussion. No one has found out. After all, after the appearance of Jubao Building, almost everyone became busy.
The pace of life is significantly faster than before. At this time, most people are indifferent to who are in the neighborhood.
In the wing room of the other courtyard, the sound of the sound lingering. The old man with the window raised his hands to play the piano. It was evening and there was no candle in the room. The one that was hidden in the dark was unreal.
He sat cross-legged on the small collapse, then picked up the teacup on the table next to him, drank a sip, and then closed his eyes and savored it.
Sitting under his head, it seemed like an official wearing a black veil. He lowered his head and kept making no sound.
"Monk Dingxian is more intelligent but not cautious enough. He is a little smarter and will sooner or later cause a great disaster. So I have repeatedly said that this person cannot be trusted easily, but the Ming King has trusted him more.
If it weren't for the quick decision this time, we would have died long ago without a place to bury."
The old man said faintly in the darkness.
A hint of coldness flashed through those eyes.
"But now, we still have trouble. When the monk died, he almost revealed our hiding. The palace must search with all his might, and sooner or later they will find something out. Liu Chengfeng, who has gone to the Beijing Guard today
What did he do in the yamen? Mostly it was to investigate the affairs of our Ming Cult. I believe there was already doubt in the palace. There were our people in the palace and in the government and the government. If they kept investigating this way, they would sooner or later.
Find something out, it will be bad at that time."
The man wearing black veil said carefully: "Sir, can there be a better way?"
The old man said in a plain tone and smiled and said, "The Way? The King of Ming had already explained that what we have to do in the capital is to fish in the muddy waters and try every means to disrupt the capital. To be honest, the current emperor is wise and wise, compared to the previous emperor, he is not diligent.
How many times the politics has been, we have no more achievements in the capital. Now there is another Liu Chengfeng, and we are waiting everywhere. This is not a solution."
"So I decided to retire and return home at the end of next year, and I can't stay here anymore."
"Ah..." The man wearing black veil couldn't help but be surprised: "If the gentleman left like this, what should I do if the great cause of the Ming King?"
The old man said: "Didn't I say that I will leave at the end of next year? Before leaving, I will naturally make some noise. I have said before that the only thing that hinders the great cause of the Ming Cult is the current emperor, and the only way to attack the emperor.
, Your Highness Ming has the chance. But what about you, huh, if you don’t listen to me, you always make small fuss, what will you do? Therefore, the assassination of the emperor is imperative, and you must prepare as soon as possible.
Before Liu Chengfeng found out that we were waiting."
The man wearing black veil took a deep breath and killed the regicide...
Although it is the Ming Cult and is very bold, since ancient times, the success of the regicide can be counted with one hand, let alone assassination. Once this matter is exposed, it will not be fun.
The old man sneered: "Now, whether it is the palace or Liu Chengfeng, we must think that after the monk Dingxian is restrained, we will be panicked and dare not take any action. I insist on going the opposite way."
"But, just in case, we need to attract Liu Chengfeng's attention. At the same time, we should try our best to get our people in the palace to the emperor. You can do this, go and let Liu Cheng go.
The wind discovered something."
The man wearing black veil took a deep breath and said, "Please tell me."
"During the Chenghua period, weren't we going to send a team of people to sneak into the palace to kill Emperor Chenghua? But later His Highness Ming stopped him, saying that Chenghua was incompetent, and killing him hindered us.
The great cause and this plan will be put on hold since then, but our arrangement is still there. Since that is the case, then let Liu Chengfeng find something and let him follow the line to check it. What about us?
The Ming Cult has been in operation for so many years, especially in the capital, and there are still many available forces to call. Now we are anxious and there is no need to avoid any taboos. Let's pass on the words. We will only do this once, after the matter is done,
Everyone evacuated from the capital, so everyone didn’t have to worry about it.”
"Do you need to inform His Highness Ming about this?"
The old man was silent.
a long time……
He plucked the strings of the piano and said, "Your Highness Ming is worried about me..." He continued with a sad expression: "It is precisely because he is worried that this string is brought to the capital, Mingli said it is to assist.
I am actually just surveillance, but this monk Dingxian thought he had the support of His Royal Highness Ming and did such a stupid thing, which almost ruined the great cause of the sect. So this time, there is no need to ask King Ning for advice. If the matter is defeated, I will die.
With the explanation of the Ming King, the Ming King will definitely be overjoyed. If you don’t say this, just let it go.”
He sighed, issued an order to expel guests, and the man wearing black veil said goodbye.
The old man stroked the strings of the piano again. After a moment, a manager came in and said, "Mr. Liang is gone."
The old man said lightly: "This person surnamed Liang may not be reliable. He is the right guardian, so we have to be careful of him. Now I have to tell him to do the things in the capital. If something happens, let him do it.
We are our own shield. Remember, when the assassination of Liang's surname is arranged, we must also make arrangements for him to be the pioneer and take advantage of the troubled waters."
The manager bowed and said, "Yes, lord."
The old man seemed very tired, sighed and said, "There is nothing in the world, and the mediocre people disturb him. I am afraid that I can no longer be an idle person. All the arrangements must be reported to me. This time, I can't go out again.
A little mistake."
The manager said: "The master really doesn't ask the King of Ming. If Your Highness is dissatisfied, I'm afraid..."
The old man sneered: "I have my own opinions, you don't have to pay attention to them. Some things should be said, and you don't have to ask what you shouldn't say. There are loyalty and treacherous things in the court, but this is not the case in our Ming Cult.
I have been in the capital for many years, and at the headquarter, there must be someone who is slandering the temple. So this time, we can no longer be controlled by them. After the matter is done, we will pay attention to them."