"Brother Chen, the situation is serious." Zeng Shuyou turned his back and pulled Chen Feng, who was still holding a meat bag in his mouth and came to pay for it.

Chen Feng was stunned by the choking, and pounded his chest and gasped, "Don't panic when something happens, eat a bun first to suppress his shock."

Zeng Shuyou pushed away the meat bag handed over by Chen Feng, and slapped an analytical information into his arms. He was so anxious that he beat his palms and turned around in circles.

Chen Feng slowly unfolded the information in his hands, and there was no need to look at it for a moment... What to see? The analysis of King An colluding with the demon clan to plot against rebellion was still from his own hands and instructed Tianji Pavilion to sell it to Zeng Shuyou.

He swept around the information with his eyes, and made a sound of pretending "tsk", "hiss" and "who" in his mouth.

"It turns out that all the evidence points to King An's rebellion." Chen Feng was fussing and looked scared, just as he knew that the matter was hit and showed an incredible expression.

"You can speak softly." Zeng Shuyou pulled information from Chen Feng's hand, and carefully folded several layers, hiding them in his close clothes.

"Heart." Zeng Shuyou rubbed the position of his temple and said: "Since ancient times, the prince's rebellion has been accompanied by bloody storms, whether it is right or wrong. Moreover, the words on it are conclusive, with names, reasonable and well-founded. It is hard to believe that it is not true in cooperation with the confession I received."

"Xiang Kun, the butler of Prince An's Mansion, has it been called?"

"That's not. This guy is very stubborn. He Yingquan, a member of the Ministry of Works, bit several officials. I analyzed it a little and found that it is related to the construction of the fireworks building."

"Look at whether there are any officials who have bitten out of the names of these officials by He Yingquan." Chen Feng handed a list of official positions and names written on the yamen, official positions and names to Zeng Shuyou who rubbed his temples.

"Is this?" Zeng Shuyou took the list and looked at it with a puzzlement in his eyes. "There are officials from the seventh to the third rank in Kyoto, and almost all functional departments are included. I can't see any connections."

"If I say, if you take this list to tear Xiong Kun's psychological defense, he will collapse immediately. Will you try?"

"If I say that these are the demon chess pieces that the demon clan has devoted decades of their efforts to be nurtured among humans with some secret technique, do you believe it?"

"If I say that these are mostly officials of King An, would you dare to investigate?"

Chen Feng's words are more exciting than the other.

Zeng Shuyou clasped the list and looked at the names on it that He Yingquan bit out, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He trembled his hands, his voice with trembling voice, and his eyes were incredible, "How did you get this list?"

"Turn a bowl of noodles with a little lump... the little girl." Chen Feng felt his relaxed tone scared Zeng Shujia, and added: "I think it's very unrestrained, but that's the truth."

The fact is indeed this. Fan Xiaoxi was stabbed by the Gu Diao King. The best way to retaliate against him is to destroy the demon clan's plans for decades or even hundreds of years.

As for this list, when he was in Wangxiangtai, Yue Shaohua once said that he would implement the awakening plan to clear the scene for the Kyoto officialdom. King Gu Diao handed over a list, saying that he was an official of the An Wang group and should not kill his own people by mistake.

For a bowl of noodles, Fan Xiaoxi sold the list to Chen Feng.

Of course, the list is far more valuable than a bowl of noodles, but Fan Xiaoxi no longer cared. Compared to Chen Feng's trap to destroy the Zombie's stronghold in Kyoto, she hated the back prick of the Gu Diao King even more.

Fan Xiaoxi doesn’t care about any plan, any big cause, or any big situation, or any big situation, and it’s more important to kill someone with a knife and kill the King of War.

So, you can defeat women openly, but never betray women, otherwise the consequences will be quite serious.

"The matter is too big and the scope is wide. A large number of officials from all sizes and sizes in Kyoto are involved. In addition, there are various connections, at least one-tenth of people will be involved in this vortex."

Zeng Shuyou's sweat began to subconsciously exert a ball. Emperor Yongxing's birthday was approaching, and the word "stable" was the general trend. If this list was thrown out at this time, it would be like a bombshell bomb exploded in Kyoto. No matter whether King An's rebellion was true or false, he would slapped him in front of Emperor Yongxing.

Zeng Shuyou was under great pressure, his face was still clear and his back was cold. His fingers that were pinching the list were all white, which showed that his heart was overturning and under great pressure.

Chen Feng was also silent, and the intelligence analysis and list had been given. What Zeng Shuyou did depends on what he thought.

Being an ostrich, burying himself in the sand and not asking about it is a good choice for self-protection.

Or it is a good way to tie Chen Feng up on the spot and sell him to King An to exchange for a wealthy and prosperous life.

The worst thing is to be a hand-off manager, let go of the prostitute, drag it until King An jumps out, and then look at which way to bet on the form, and you won’t lose money.

Fortunately, Zeng Shuyou didn't ask Chen Feng to wait too long.

Zeng Shuyou was sweating coldly, his face was pale, and he said with gritted teeth: "The fundamentals of the country are not tolerate foreign tribes being presumptuous. If you fight, you will never be the one who will stop working."

"It's not enough to have a list alone. Xiong Kun's confession is needed. With the confession of the housekeeper of Prince An's mansion, I have the confidence to go directly to the palace to meet the saint." Zeng Shuyou seemed to have made a great decision. When he made up his mind, his panic-moving steps slowly became calm. He raised his head and grabbed Chen Feng's arm and said, "Help me, I want to interrogate Xiong Kun."

Feeling the powerful force of clenching from his arms, Chen Feng smiled in his heart: This seemingly terrible Dashunchao still has good officials like a book friend, full of passion. Every era is not short of young people who patch the country.

Next, Xiong Kun was interrogated and the book friend Zeng saw Chen Feng's magic.

It is precisely because of fear of Xiong Kun's identity that Dali Temple has not tortured and forced confessions, which led to Xiong Kun's daring to mock the Dali Temple's interrogators was wasting the tax silver of the court.

The newly promoted prison minister of Dali Temple was so angry that he almost drew his sword.

Anyway, in the eyes of Zeng Shujiao, Chen Feng was like magic, and anyone and anything he had in his hands became very relaxed.

In a very short time, he saw Xiong Kun's self-reliance in his identity, from being arrogant to suddenly being listless, to being like a puppet, asking and answering whatever he asked.

Even the matter of him having sex with Prince An was like he was poured into beans, and he told me in detail endlessly.

With the blessing of Chen Feng's powerful dream-entering magical skills, Zeng Shuyou got everything he wanted from Xiong Kun, including An Wangtian's private life of anger and resentment.

Zeng Shuyou worked together and entrusted Chen Feng to review He Yingquan, the Minister of the Ministry of Works.

Looking at the two confessions, Zeng Shujia not only lamented that Chen Feng's magical methods were lost, but He Yingquan, who had been broken through the defense line by the Dali Temple case trial personnel, actually had so many secrets hidden without any tricks. It turned out that he was pretending.

Chen Feng’s focus is on the other end.

Xiong Kun and He Ying both mentioned a place called Wangxiangtai.

The luxury there is comparable to Changsheng Gambling House, Changcui Tower and Zuixin House, and it can be called a dream paradise for men.

All consumption for those who are invited and qualified to enter is free.

This alone made Chen Feng start to curious about such a mysterious place that is not circulating in Kyoto, with high daily operating costs, only an invitation system and free consumption. So how does it work?

Resource club? The Red Building where officials and businessmen colluded with each other? Where can white gloves wash their hands?

So, whose umbrella is this Wangxiangtai, or who is the protective umbrella?

This is obviously a place where high officials are not for profit-making purposes.

Who can have such great energy to make such a famous place disappear from the sight of Kyoto people?

Could it be the emperor himself?

Chen Feng was shocked by his thoughts and thought that he had watched too many TV series in his previous life, which was too unrestrained. If it was Emperor Yongxing himself, then he would be too bored and he would play the game that corrupted my dynasty.

So, where does this person come from?

...

"Where does this person come from?"

The uncle of the country, Empress Wei's brother, King An's uncle, and the prime minister of the Dashun Dynasty, Wei Changji, was throwing a note in his hand into the tea stove and burning it.

He rubbed his hands, wiped the back of his hands with a moderately warm cloth towel, and said, "I don't believe that a Qiu minister without a foundation can lead the progress of Dali Temple's case handling."

Dali Temple Minister Jiang Shangshu Ping turned his maid away, took the towel from her hand, squatted beside the wooden basin, carefully lifted Wei Changji's feet out of it, and wiped it slowly.

"Wei Xiang, the student has checked. Chen Feng was originally from Luwei Town, Tanzhou. Before entering the Soul Town Department, he was an unknown man, and he was sold to the Soul Town Department by the grain transport officer."

"Reed Town?" Wei Changji let out a light whisper, lifting his feet, allowing Jiang Shangshu, who had white hair, to wipe his feet. He felt at ease. Judging from the tacit cooperation between the two, the Dali Temple Minister wiped Wei Xiang's feet, not once or twice.

"Yes, it is said that he suffered wars and the whole town died only two people."

"Oh, I remember it. This incident was a sensation at the time, but why did there be no movement afterwards?"

Jiang Shangshu pointed to the top of his head and said, "He has personally suppressed it, and there are not many people who know about this."

"We are the emperor." Wei Changji shook his head, held up Jiang Shangshu's arm, wiped it clean with a cloth towel, and said, "I can't see through it more and more."

"I can't see through it. Isn't you still there? We have you in Dashun Chao to help the emperor watch, and there will be no trouble." Jiang Shangshu held the student ceremony in front of Wei Changji, took the water to wash his feet aside, hung the cloth towel on the wooden rack, and then sat down with Wei Changji and heated tea for him, doing it in a proper manner.

"Zhengping, I remember you were a Jinshi in Cathay Pacific for three years."

When Jiang Shangshu heard Wei Changji's words calling him, his lips subconsciously raised up and responded with a hot tea bowl: "The teacher was the chief examiner of that year. If the teacher had not sluggished the public opinion, the student would have failed that year."

"That's because you have the ability." Wei Changji waved his hand, fell into memories, and said, "I still remember your article that criticized current problems and caused controversy among the reviewers. I still remember it fresh, ambitious and thoughtful. Later it turned out that I had a good vision and you did a good job."

"It was the teacher who taught it well."

"But it's not enough." Wei Changji changed his tone and knocked his fingers to indicate that the tea bowl is right and he can make tea.

Jiang Shangshu was humble, silent, and made a listening statement. He knew that the next time, Wei Chang gathered to judge the current situation, or to be blunt, was to give instructions.

"The emperor's birthday is about to be built, and there are different sounds in the court, which is understandable, but no matter what sound it is, it cannot be absent from the birthday. This matter is the top priority right now." Wei Changji narrowed his eyes, held the hot tea bowl, curled his left and right hands, and added: "Zhengping, do you understand."

"The teacher means..." Jiang Shangshu, dipped in tea, wrote the word "stable" on the coffee table, and looked up at Wei Changji.

Wei Changji was neither sure nor deny, and suddenly changed the topic: "The Zeng family is a first-class wealthy family in our Dashun, and they pay a lot of taxes for the country. Will their son be a fourth-rank Shaoqing under your command be a wronged person?"

"A rare talent that Zeng Shujiao has seen, in his position as Shaoqing of Dali Temple, has repeatedly solved strange cases, and students fully recommend it to the country to promote talents."

The legendary sound knows the meaning of Wei Changji. Wei Xiang quickly understood the meaning of Wei Changji. Wei Xiang's meaning was to transfer Zeng Shuyou from Dali Temple so that he could not touch this case again, and gave him a promotion position that could not reach the core, or even stay away from Kyoto.

"Tanzhou is full of waste and everything is booming. The Ministry of Personnel is selecting officials and reorganizing the prestige of Dashun. Young people are motivated and serve the country. It is a duty to be indecent. I believe that Zeng Shaoqing will understand the teacher's cultivation."

"The fourth grade, from the third grade, the third grade." Wei Changji's fingers gently tapped on the tea bowl, and stopped when he was chanting the third grade.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, took a nap, and said carelessly: "The Tanzhou Censor is the commander of the justice of a state, and it is also considered to be used for what he has learned."

Tanzhou is all abandoned, and the refugees have not yet returned to their homes. The land is deserted and there is less than a year or two. What is the use of this censor?

"The student thanked the Prime Minister Wei for Zeng Shaoqing." Jiang Shangshu bowed to the end. Those who didn't know really thought he was happy for the promotion of his subordinates.

"Well, I'm tired." Wei Changji waved his hand weakly, and pretended to be alone.

Jiang Shangshu sat upright next to the coffee table, motionless, until Wei Changji heard a slight snoring sound that he tiptoed out.

The snoring still sounds.
To be continued...