Chapter 60 Killing the Masked Man

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The masked man hit the ground heavily, and black blood flowed out from his body!

Zhao Wujiang stepped forward and found that he was out of breath, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, there is no evidence for death.
The Minister of the Ministry of Rites held a glimmer of hope and asked: "Master Zhao, didn't you say that he is the masked man who killed the student Chen De in the Ministry of Punishment? He is a servant of Li Yifu, and Li Yifu must be behind the scenes. We can report to the Holy Majesty." , Strictly investigate Li Yifu!"

"Don't worry, take the corpse to Shangshu Province, keep it well, and take it out to play its final role when it comes to the court."

The Minister of Rites was puzzled, Zhao Wujiang explained: "I guessed that it was him on the boat because I fought against him in the prison, but there is no evidence for this matter, and now there is no evidence to prove it, so it is difficult to handle."

Hearing this, Minister of Rites sighed, looking lonely and disappointed.

"If it can't be proved that the dead servant was the assassin in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice that day, then the lords will not be able to clean up their innocence!"

Zhao Wujiang smiled, "There is no way to prove that he was the assassin that day, but we can sue Li Yifu for buying murders to kill officials of the Tang court."

Minister of the Ministry of Rites clapped his hands and said: "That's right! So many people can testify that he wanted to kill the imperial court official. This is a serious crime. We can report it to the emperor in the morning!"

"The night is long and there are many dreams. Master Shangshu wrote a memorial overnight and submitted it."

"Master Zhao is very right, I will do it now."

The Minister of Rites got up, patted the dust on the brocade clothes, said goodbye to Zhao Wujiang, and immediately went to the Ministry of Rites of the Ministry of Rites in a hurry.

A horse-drawn carriage approached, the sound of hoofbeats and the sound of wheels turning seemed so piercing in the silent night sky.

The carriage stopped, and Wang Yifang got down anxiously.

"My dear brother, are you alright?"

"Thank you, Brother Wang, for your concern. I'm fine."

"Where's the assassin?"

"Bite poison and commit suicide." Zhao Wujiang smiled helplessly.

Wang Yifang followed with a sigh, clapped his hands, and the servant took out a sandalwood treasure box from the carriage.

After opening, inside is a pair of soft armor made of dark golden gold and silver.

"Brother, this is a piece of golden silk soft armor given to Wei Wei by Duke Wei back then. It is not afraid of fire and water, and it cannot be penetrated by ordinary sharp weapons. Today, Wei Wei is giving it to you for self-defense."

"It's too expensive, Brother Wang, why don't you wear it yourself?"

"I told you to take it, so you take it." Wang Yifang said with a straight face.

Zhao Wujiang had no choice but to accept the sandalwood box, feeling moved in his heart.

He fumbled in his inner sleeve and found a bottle of elixir, which was used to strengthen the kidneys and keep fit. He handed the elixir to Wang Yifang.

"What are you doing? Take it back!" Wang Yifang feigned anger, "I just gave it to you to protect your safety. What kind of medicine are you giving back? Don't you think it's a stranger?"

"That's right, it's because my little brother is too far-fetched, so I will take back this pill for strengthening the kidney."

Zhao Wujiang sighed, ready to take back the elixir.

Ok?
Strong kidney?

It turned out to be such a good thing. Wang Yifang took the elixir and said with a smile, "Since it's your kindness, how can you refuse it? Give it to me."

Zhao Wujiang: "."

The stars are shining brightly, with the same brightness as the bright moon.

Zhaoyi Palace.

Candles flickered in the room.

Qing'er has already slept soundly, her ruddy mouth slightly opened and closed, as if she was feasting in a dream.

Wu Meiniang was sitting at the table, holding her cheek with one hand, she was waiting for Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang said that he would bring back lanterns for her, and even though it was going to be late at night, she was still waiting.

There is a piece of canvas on the table, the painting is Zhao Wujiang of Fengshen Yulang, which she made today.

Wu Meiniang lightly rubbed the painting, stroking Zhao Wujiang's handsome face like a young man in the painting, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, and the delicate face was quietly covered with a red glow.

"Ma'am, are you asleep?"

Zhao Wujiang's soft questioning voice came from outside the door.

(End of this chapter)

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