I'm bound to the divine medicine system

Chapter 662
The next day, the boy who poisoned him and the killer who assassinated Qingwen were tied up and thrown in the busiest market in Kyoto City. There was a wooden sign on their backs, and the crimes committed by the two were clearly written on it, and a copy was written by the two. The confession written by the person himself was pasted under the wooden sign, and it was clearly stated on the top that they were only doing things with money, and the real behind-the-scenes hands were people from the Minister of the Ministry of Officials and the Fangfu.

When Wen Xun, the official from the government, arrived, everyone in the street who should know about it also knew about it, and it spread quickly.

Coupled with the publicity on the headlines of the Kyoto Weekly two days later, in just a few days, these things made everyone in the entire capital know about it.

Since this incident broke out, no one has mentioned who the victim is, and even the always rigorous Kyoto Weekly has completely erased the victim, as if there was no victim at all.

Even King Yan, who was preparing for the enthronement ceremony, took the time to call Fang Shangshu to the imperial study room and severely reprimanded him, almost throwing the impeachment papers on him in the face.

Fang Shangshu was also very angry these two days. There are only so many masters in the mansion. I checked and asked and found nothing. The key is that he doesn't even know who the victim is. There is no such causal relationship. I think It's not easy to find the real murderer.

He was already dizzy, but after being bumped by the soft sedan chair, he dozed off in the sedan chair.

Suddenly, the sedan chair stopped suddenly, and he almost fell out.

"What's the matter?" Fang Shangshu hurriedly straightened his official hat, and asked the bearer carrying the sedan chair outside.

The bearer said, "Master, someone is blocking the sedan chair."

Fang Shangshu was not in a hurry to go out. In the capital city, it is not uncommon for an official's sedan chair to be stopped. There will always be the kind of people who have been wronged and look for someone to cry.

"Who is stopping the sedan chair?" Fang Shangshu asked calmly.

The bearers outside did not make a sound, but heard a clear and gentle voice, "Master Fang, Xiaguan Imperial Academy editor, Gu Qingze."

Gu Qingze?Fang Shangshu raised his eyebrows, a face as handsome as jade appeared in his mind, he remembered this person.

Tanhualang three years ago was a person who was very talented and handsome, and he was hard to forget.

As the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, he naturally knows what Gu Qingze has been doing for the past three years. He has been an editor of the Imperial Academy for three years. Still struggling with editing.

It's not that he is too incompetent, it's really - his family background is too poor to make his superiors treat him differently, and if there is a good opportunity, naturally he would not think of it.

But he and this editor Gu have never met before, so why are they blocking the sedan chair today?

Fang Shangshu got up and got out of the sedan chair, seeing Gu Qingze in a green robe, he praised his appearance again in his heart.

"Is Editor Gu important?" Fang Shangshu asked.

Gu Qingze took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "My lord, I really have something important to do, so please take a step to speak."

Fang Shangshu looked around, it was a bustling market with people coming and going, if he really had something important to say, it was really inappropriate to say it here, so he pointed to the teahouse not far away and said: "Go there." Bored, it's good to have someone to talk to.

The two entered the teahouse, and Gu Qingze asked for a private room.

The tea soup is light green and fragrant, and the cakes are exquisite and attractive, but neither of them is in the mood to taste them.

Gu Qingze saw Xiao Er go out, and the door of the private room was tightly closed, so he said, "My lord, it's really helpless for me to stop the sedan chair today, my lord, please forgive me."

(End of this chapter)