"How do you know that the assassin is not going to assassinate Lord Ruan?"

When the emperor heard this, he felt a little unhappy in his heart, and at the same time became vigilant.

The imperial doctor forgot for a while, and said a few more words of his speculation, and when he saw the emperor asking a question, he realized that he was speechless, and quickly knelt down.

"Your Majesty forgives the sin, the minister is just a groundless speculation, and it can't stand scrutiny."

"Okay, Aiqing, please speak."

The imperial doctor was originally unintentional, but the emperor was suspicious.

"I think that the assassin has a lot of experience. It can be seen from the time he assassinated Lord Ruan's secret guard Weilan, right at the center of the mouth. This time, it was stabbed, so ...... "The more the imperial doctor spoke, the quieter his voice became, and his waist bent lower.

"That's it. When the assassin came, he smiled at us adults, saying that he was going to the house to get something, but I don't know what it was. ”

The two guards then remembered and added.

"Take what? He didn't make it clear? Where do you see where he is going? ”

The emperor became more and more puzzled, and his eyes showed a strong suspicion.

"He's going to take ...... The minister chased after the assassin, but saw him go to the backyard and did not know what to take. ”

A secret guard was about to answer that the assassin wanted Chef Liu's life, but when he saw Chef Liu, who was kneeling outside the door, he threw a pleading look at him, he remembered something, and suddenly his heart softened.

"That's it. What happened to the wounded guard? The emperor was a little disappointed when he couldn't find a result.

"Back to Your Majesty, the guard has already been stabbed in the heart, and ordinary people can't survive. However, he was physically strong and persevered until the ministers arrived. It's under control. ”

The other Imperial Physician replied.

"That's fine. Not much damage has been done yet. Let's go back to the palace!

After a pause, the emperor turned his head and glanced at everyone in Ruan's mansion: "It's not too late to make amends!" ””

Everyone felt a pang in their hearts, and they didn't know what the emperor's words meant.

But everyone has their own understanding of the meaning in their hearts.

Chef Liu was apprehensive in her heart, and listened to the emperor's words like an initiation. "When the master wakes up, tell him his true purpose." She secretly thought that this was Chef Liu's understanding of "it's not too late to make amends".

On that day, Li Shilang came back and reported the situation on the side of Eastern Wu, and the emperor realized that there were many remnants of the Peony Sect, especially Eastern Wu.

He wanted to write a letter to Ruan Di, but he was worried that the letter would be intercepted by the Peony Sect halfway, so he hesitated.

At that time, he realized that the Peony Sect he saw on his last southern tour was almost just the tip of the iceberg of its strength.

The floods in Changping in Eastern Wu are not only corrupt officials, but also have a significant relationship with the Peony Sect.

This time Ruan Tao was assassinated, and the emperor was even more shocked. What he didn't expect was that the Peony Sect's hands were stretched out so long. In other words, he couldn't tell whether someone was now under the banner of the Peony Sect and feared that the world would not be chaotic, or whether the real Peony Sect was like this.

He secretly made up his mind, hurried to the study, and took out the rice paper that he hadn't finished writing last time. In a moment, he sent the little eunuch with him to the military plane.

Soochow.

In the past few days, Ruan Di and Zhiying have watched those subordinates cook medicine for Zhang Xianling's father and son to drink every day, but the father and son have never seen better.

Xu An didn't know where to go, he only told the two that he had something to do, and left Zhang's mansion.

In order to convince everyone in Zhang's mansion, Ruan Di had no choice but to reveal his identity as the assassin of Eastern Wu, and asked the people in the mansion not to say it, and only said that Zhang Xianling was infected with the wind cold and was sick in bed.

She is most worried about Jingzhong. At this time, it has been more than a month since Weilan and Li Shilang returned to Beijing that day, but there has been no news from Beijing.

Ruan Di was a little skeptical that the imperial court had given up on Eastern Wu and allowed the Peony to teach the remnants of the party to develop here.

"What is Madame thinking?" Zhiying just ordered Zhang's subordinates to boil medicine and came back, and when he saw Ruan Di sitting by the window in a daze, he was also faintly worried about his situation.

It's just that Ruan Di didn't say it, why was she embarrassed to speak first?

"Zhiying, Li Shilang, it's been almost a month since they returned to Beijing."

Ruan Di sighed leisurely, and the two of them had a tacit look on their faces.

The two were thinking about their own business, when suddenly a small guy in the front yard ran over and shouted:

"My lord, my lord and my son are awake!"

Ruan Di and Zhiying were pleasantly surprised, they didn't expect this good thing to come so quickly.

The two immediately followed the little guy to the front yard.

Zhang Xianling was lying on the bed, but his son Zhang Yi had already cleaned up and sat on the edge of Zhang Xianling's bed, the two seemed to be talking about something, and they looked harmonious.

Ruan Di stood at the door, he couldn't bear to disturb the father and son, but he was really anxious to understand the Changping case.

"Ahem." Ruan Di knocked on the door, and father and son turned their heads together.

Zhang Xianling just woke up, he didn't know Ruan Di's identity, and his face showed a little doubt.

Zhang Yi hurriedly saluted Ruan Di: "I've seen Lord Ruan." ”

Fu turned around again and introduced Ruan Di to his father,

Ruan Di waved his hand, retreated everyone in the house, and asked Zhiying to close the door.

"Can Zhang County's order know the relationship between ** and the Peony Sect?"

Ruan Di was not polite and went straight to the point.

Hearing this, the expressions of Zhang Yi's father and son changed again and again, and the two finally exchanged glances, as if they had made up their minds.

Zhang Xian ordered: "**He has been in close contact with the Peony Sect, and I only found out about it in the past two years. This kid doesn't know who he's learning from, and won't tell me anything. This has been especially true in the past two years. ”

Zhang Xianling seemed a little helpless, and sighed: "I also found someone to check around, only to know that he is an altar master in the Peony Sect, and there is a Zhuxiang master above, who seems to be from Beijing." ”

"Zhang County ordered a good means, this information took a lot of effort for the little woman to collect. Dare to ask who Zhang County invited to order? ”

Ruan Di waited for a long time, and when he saw that what Zhang Xianling said was all the news he already knew, he was inevitably disappointed.

Listening to the meaning of Zhang County's order, it seems that he has some connections within the Peony Sect.

Lord Ruan laughed. It's just that I spent a few more money to buy a few informants, and there's nothing to boast about. ”

"Can Zhang County's order know that the news sent by the imperial court is through the hands of Lord Zhang Tan?"

Ruan Di is a little impatient - this old man is fighting with her, and he doesn't tell the truth.

"Yes." This time, Zhang County's order was admitted, crisp and neat.

"......" Zhiying was a little speechless.

"Zhang County Order, you harbored and connived at your son to collude with the Peony Sect, conceal the truth about the floods, and embezzle the property for disaster relief, these are all serious crimes!"

Ruan Di really didn't want to ask and answer questions with this old guy, she was too bored, she stood up and yelled at Zhang Xianling.

"Lord Ruan, please come back, my father's body will recover, and it is really not appropriate to overwork." Zhang Yi bowed and spoke respectfully.

Remember the daily life of the spelling father: the permanent address of the Buddhist girl in ancient times