The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 412:

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Ning Yi, you are ruthless, it doesn’t matter, as long as we catch Wei Zhi, the outcome is still uncertain!

There is no rear window in the Depth of Fields Hall, only the front door. Wei Zhi and the princess are still inside, even if they are dressed now, Wei Zhi is guilty as long as the princess is there!

With a sneer, he turned his head and looked into the hall, waiting to see Wei Zhi hiding hastily, waiting to hear the exclamations of hundreds of people, waiting for Ning Yi who was aggressive and gaining the upper hand, and was speechless and stunned. .

I was really stunned.

It's just him.

Everything in the Depth of Field Hall was as usual when the palace door opened. Wei Zhi was neatly dressed and standing on one side with his hands folded and frowning. On the other side stood a middle-aged woman. Looking at the purple dress and green skirt, she was a well-known nun. She was also frowning. He frowned, staring at the little **** at his feet, and shouted angrily: "You **** who has brought shame to Yuming Palace!"

The little **** was kneeling down, as if he had fainted. His face was facing the outside of the palace. Under the bright lights, everyone could see clearly that he was a round-faced, brown-skinned little **** with many white pockmarks.

Wu Wenming opened his eyes wide and searched around the palace with a clear view - Where is Princess Shaoning?

Someone whispered "Hey", "Isn't this Xiao Jizi from Yuming Palace? That's Granny Chen. Why is she here in the middle of the night?"

Ning Yi raised his eyes and looked into the hall, and met Feng Zhiwei's eyes. When their eyes met, there was no nervousness at the beginning of the shock, only a faint smile.

The same kind of people, with a tacit understanding of mind to deal with the same crisis, produce a smile that is plastering.

Ning Yi then turned his eyes away and landed on the little eunuch. His eyes flashed with surprise and he looked at Nanny Chen again.

Nanny Chen didn’t look at anyone. She glared at the young **** bitterly, turned around and bowed to Ning Yi, saying, “Your Highness, this old slave is here to apologize.”

"Is this Aunt Chen from Yuming Palace?" Ning Yi said lightly, "Why are you here?"

Nanny Chen looked ashamed, and Ai Ai was speechless. Feng Zhi smiled and said: "That's it, this little father-in-law, he bumped into me tonight for some reason, and when I met him, I thought he was The assassin was captured and questioned. Who knew he was the **** Sasou of Yuming Palace? Just as he was about to let him go, Grandma Chen from Yuming Palace came looking for her. The little father-in-law was so frightened that she fainted before he could invite her. When you two went back, Mr. Wu ran over again. I thought that it would be inappropriate for Nanny Chen and my young father-in-law to show up at my place in the middle of the night. If I was blamed for this, it would be my fault, so I delayed and hesitated, letting Wu Sir, I'm anxious, I'm sorry." She bowed to the pale Wu Wenming, and then smiled, "But Sir Wu said that I have assassins here, but there really aren't any. Grandma Chen can prove this, or Wu Do you think Grandma Chen and this young father-in-law are assassins?"

She spoke softly and respectfully, but everyone could hear the irony in it. Nanny Chen and Xiao Jizi could never be assassins. Everyone was on duty in the palace, so it was easy for them to listen. This is what Mr. Wei explained - Jingshen Hall used to be an empty palace, and there were always few guards. Recently, because Mr. Wei was staying here to recuperate, His Majesty sent many rewards, and things were piled all over the hall. Mr. Wei is a foreign minister, and things are piled up all over the hall. It will be taken out in the future, and there is no **** for him to keep and store it in the warehouse. Maybe the little **** of Yuming Palace became thief because of this, and took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in and want to make some money. Anyway, Mr. Wei is recovering from his injuries. Ling, if there are too many things, he may not be able to remember them, and if there are a few things that are missing, it doesn't matter, but he was caught by Mr. Wei. Perhaps Mr. Wei didn't want to make any noise, so he called the steward of Yuming Palace to deal with it, but he happened to be blocked by Mr. Wu.

There is no need to explain the whole story too clearly, everyone has their own explanation in mind, not to mention the pastel blue and white porcelain cup exposed in the little eunuch's arms, which seems to be a gift from the emperor.

A squad leader of the Yulin Army who followed Wu Wenming silently tilted his head to his subordinates and stepped aside a little further.

Wu Wenming looked at the palace in disbelief - where has the princess gone? Why is Grandma Chen here?

His eyes fell on the young eunuch's face. He just heard that someone knew this eunuch. His heart felt cold again, but a thought still passed through his heart. Is it possible...

"Your Majesty has arrived..."

The long sound of the announcement came, close to their ears. Everyone looked back and saw a melon-shaped palace lantern floating towards them. Under the lantern was the imperial chariot of Emperor Tiansheng. On the chariot, the old emperor had a tired look on his face. Quite senile.

Everyone bowed down to pay homage. Emperor Tiansheng did not get off his chariot. He glanced at the palace from a distance, waved his hand and said: "It was so late at night that not a single shadow was seen. What kind of commotion was this? They all dispersed."

Everyone was stunned when these words came out. No one expected that His Majesty would dismiss the guards without even asking a question. Ning Yi immediately straightened up and said, "Yes." Without saying a word, he ordered the tasseled guards to Go down.

Wu Wenming's heart sank when he saw Emperor Tiansheng coming over. He knelt softly on the steps. He felt something was wrong, so he quickly moved his knees and went down the steps. However, he felt that his legs were stiff and uncontrollable, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Down.

"Master Wu must be tired after he has been working on this for so long." Emperor Tiansheng glanced at Wu Wenming lightly, and there was no emotion or anger in his tone, "It's better to go back to the garrison and rest."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, but the word "flip" was really used very hard. Wu Wenming trembled with trembling lips, unable to form a sentence, and bowed his head deeply to the ground, "Yes."

"You are a civil servant, a bachelor of Changwen Palace." Emperor Tiansheng sat high on the imperial chariot, his face hidden in the shadow of the palace lantern. In the half-darkness, he could only see his mouth opening and closing, and the words he spat out were plain. As for Sen Liang, "Civil officials should keep their minds upright, serve the king with one heart, and set an example for the world. They should wipe the dust diligently at all times to avoid being stained with dust. They have studied hard for more than ten years in a cold window. If they are full of moral articles, don't use them in the wrong place. If you get involved in planning and the like, you should avoid it. If you don’t know how to get involved, no one can save you. Here is a copy of "The Theory of Ministers" written by Li Wenzhenggong, the wise prime minister of the former dynasty. Take it back and read it carefully. , when you finish reading it, tell me."

A book was slammed down and thrown in front of Wu Wenming's knees.

Wu Wenming went to pick up the book with trembling hands. It was a thin book, but he took it several times without moving it.

Feng Zhiwei and Ning Yi looked at each other again.

The words of Emperor Tian Sheng were so powerful that they almost tore off all of Lao Wu’s face. They seemed to be encouragement, comfort, warning, and teaching. In ordinary times, there was infinite pressure and murderous intent, but he lifted it up and put it down gently. , in the end, it was just a matter of closed-door thinking, and no one could tell whether he meant never to use it again, or whether it was just to stay in the cold for a while.