After wearing the book, the regent quit.

Chapter 17

Xiao Fan still had political affairs to deal with, so Shen Mu sent someone to call Ah Qing into the palace, and retreated from the imperial study together with Imperial Doctor Xu.

Compared with the young monarch, Imperial Physician Xu is obviously more afraid of the regent who hides a knife in his smile. After going out, he can't help but want to run away. When he turned around, he heard Shen Mu's voice behind him, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile:

"Doctor Xu, please stay."

Xiao Fan's push in front of half a stick of incense did use force, Shen Mu's waist was numb on one side, and he smiled as he watched Imperial Doctor Xu turn around with a stiff face, beckoning to him with a gentle expression.

Doctor Xu stepped forward dragging his old cold legs, and asked Shen Mu to give orders without tears.

Daqi folk customs are open, and feelings of broken sleeves are not uncommon. Seeing the expression of "I didn't see anything just now" on the old man's face, Shen Mu remembered that this person just said to ask Xiao Fan to be more considerate of him, pondered for a moment, and asked tentatively Said, "Today's matter—"

"Your Majesty Regent, please rest assured," Imperial Doctor Xu twitched, and hurriedly saluted, "The matter between you and His Majesty, I will keep my mouth shut."

Sure enough, I misunderstood.

Staring at the old man's sweating forehead, Shen Mu glanced left and right, saw no one around, led him to the corner, and asked vaguely, "Mr. It’s very shallow, can you tell this king, "

"Is there anything you need to pay attention to when serving His Majesty, such as some physical... eh?"

Xiao Fan's headache came for no apparent reason, so much so that Shen Mu kept worrying about it.

This strange disease was the starting point of the breakup of Xiao Fan's relationship with the original body. Prior to this, Xiao Fan had shown a very gentle temperament, but since the first headache attack, the violence in the young man's bones began to be gradually revealed, and the original body Also decided to have a new owner.

Imperial physician Xu was the only imperial physician who knew about Xiao Fan's headache, and Shen Mu wanted to take this opportunity to inquire about the situation.

The silver-haired old man's expression froze, Shen Mu's pale and thin face was reflected in his eyes, he suddenly sighed, and his words contained persuasion, "The old minister risked his life to say something from the bottom of his heart, the regent should care more about himself than His Majesty's body It is."

Shen Mu: "..."

Is this person saying that he is not healthy?

The old man went on to say earnestly, "Your Majesty is just at the beginning of his qi and blood, and it is a natural phenomenon to be exuberant; but my lord, you are short of qi and blood, so it is better to advise your majesty to be more restrained."

It was a matter of dignity, Shen Mu secretly clenched his fists under the long sleeves, his back teeth were bitten slightly, and he said with a smirk, "How can Imperial Physician Xu be sure that this king is the one who was crushed?"

The honest doctor Xu Taiji looked at his neck with an expression of "that's not it".

His temples twitched, Shen Mu knew that he was speechless, so he waved him away impatiently, and after a while, Ah Qing who looked hurried came.

Ah Qing flew over with a thick cloak, her eyes were red, and seeing Shen Mu's tears falling, her hands were shaking with self-blame.

His heart suddenly softened, Shen Mu just wanted to say a few words of comfort, when he heard the young man sobbing, "My lord is weak, what should I do if I get sick..."

Shen Mu: "..."

Angry.

After leaving the palace, Shen Mu returned directly to the Prince Regent's Mansion, and slept in the mansion with peace of mind for a whole day.

Ah Qing told him that the hairpin has been found, and it looks just like what Shen Mu asked for. On one of the petals of the hairpin flower, there is a small word "Fan" engraved; if there is no accident, it should be delivered to the capital tomorrow. .

Everything was going in the direction Shen Mu expected.

Shen Mu woke up early the next day at Chen Shi, and after a good night's rest, his spirits improved a lot. Apart from his hoarse voice, he didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

After changing into the coarse linen mourning clothes for the funeral, Shen Mu took the carriage to the palace to attend the cremation ceremony of the Empress Dowager.

There is a huge square stone platform in front of the platform of the Jinluan Hall. The stone platform is tens of feet long, wide and high. There was a white-bearded Taoist priest holding floating dust, and a dozen little Taoist priests holding spiritual weapons stood behind him.

The story of Xiao Fan's efforts to protect the regent yesterday was like a thunderbolt, and it spread quickly among the officials in the court; at this time, everyone saw Shen Mu coming at a leisurely pace, with the hem of the blue silk clothes swaying in the breeze, and his calm appearance made people feel scared.

These days, he was already used to being the focus of the crowd, Shen Mu calmly accepted everyone's salute, came to the high platform and looked around, and finally saw Liu Gao in the corner.

The feng shui took turns, the two fat and thin people who had rosy complexions yesterday were turned black by Xiao Fan's order yesterday; Ben was secretly looking at them, but after Shen Mu glanced at them, he hurriedly turned away head.

The corners of his lips unconsciously provoked a smile, Shen Mu looked forward, turned his gaze following the sound, and saw Xiao Fan getting off the dragon chariot from a distance, and coming steadily amidst the pilgrimage of all officials.

The young man with a stern temperament was tall and tall, and his unrestrained imperial aura was as sharp as a sharp knife. After stepping down from the chariot, Xiao Fan looked straight in Shen Mu's direction, and walked up to him in a few steps. After looking at him carefully, before telling everyone to calm down, he asked in a deep voice,

"Is Yafu's waist better?"

When the ceremony was held, Shen Mu, as the regent, would stand behind Xiao Fan; perhaps influenced by the imperial doctor Xu yesterday, when the young man's deep voice sounded above his head, Shen Mu's face turned hot for no reason, and wild thoughts flashed in his mind. It flashed by, and there was a jam, "It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you Your Majesty for your concern."

Xiao Fan hummed and turned around, and greeted the empress dowager who was looking at each other indifferently, with a calm and distant tone.

The time had come, and Gao Ying, who was in charge of the ceremony, held the ceremony with a pale and thin face.

The sound of the Taoist chanting mantras was endless, Shen Mu looked down at the officials who were facing forward with solemn faces, and many people also whispered along with the Taoist priest, and they couldn't help whispering.

"What does Yafu think about Gao Ying?"

Xiao Fan's deep and powerful voice was especially evident in the buzzing chanting of incantations. Shen Mu raised his eyes to look at the broad shoulders of the young man, and said softly, "It's all up to His Majesty's arrangement."

"No need, Yafu can do whatever he wants," Xiao Fan said calmly, "In this matter, Gudu will follow you."

It was clear that they hadn't seen each other overnight, but Xiao Fan was completely different from yesterday, the fingertips under the long sleeve moved slightly, and Shen Mu asked dryly, "Can I ask the reason?"

"Gu is very concerned about what Yafu said yesterday."

"So in this matter, Gu will not let Yafu suffer any grievances."

Shen Mu was taken aback.

I didn't have time to recall what I said to Xiao Fan yesterday, but I only heard the noisy footsteps from the audience. Nearly a hundred strong men came to the stone platform with beautifully packaged wooden oil drums, and carefully placed the drums on their feet. On the side, just waiting for Gao Ying to issue an order.

Wu Jinyou, cremation and burning, two inseparable words.

Gao Ying came to the stone platform, ordered someone to pour Wujin oil in the bucket on the burning grass with a calm face.

But Shen Mu could hear the fear buried deep in his heart from his trembling tail.

"and many more."

Hundreds of pairs of eyes shot from under the stage, and the expressions on the faces of all the officials were different; Shen Mu took half a step to the side, barely stopping at the position where Xiao Fan could be seen from the corner of the eye, and said, "Lord Gao, Let me ask you, the fuel used for the Empress Dowager's cremation is Wu Jinyou."

Gao Ying's lips trembled visibly with the naked eye, "...Yes."

"Recently there have been rumors that this king is using power for personal gain and using Wu Jinyou to do all kinds of bad things." Shen Mu shook his head and pretended to sigh, "This king can't argue with it."

Appreciating Gao Ying's paper-white face carefully, Shen Mu couldn't bear to even blink, "Master Gao said, should I check carefully, where did the batch of Wu Jinyou who murdered and set fire come from?"

Speaking of this, it is impossible for the spirits in the audience to understand; after a while, someone suddenly broke out from the crowd and stumbled to the stone platform.

Yang Che knocked down a big man with his body, dodged the flint from his hand, leaned over and grabbed a large handful of burning grass and put it aside, then lifted the oil drum upside down with one hand to soak the burning grass.

The open flame burned the burning grass in an instant, Yang Che knelt down, picked up a smear of ashes on the tip of his nose with shaking hands, and shook his body violently.

After a while, heart-piercing roars pierced the sky.

"Gao Ying, this old man is going to kill you!!!"

Shen Mu watched Gao Ying being grabbed by Yang Che's neck, and when he had difficulty breathing, he could still refute, "I am wronged! I was in the palace at that time, how could I set fire..."

"Jing Familiar."

Xiao Fan's low voice of order came from next to his ear, and Jing Fan ran down without looking back, but after a while, he escorted a row of people and a pretty woman to the front of the stage.

Shen Mu looked at Liu En who was kneeling on the ground with a plop, and instantly understood that these people from the Ministry of Criminal Justice were the accomplices who would fill half the mansion with fuel oil while Mrs. Yang was unconscious; and that prostitute was naturally the one who set fire .

Shouts and begging for mercy came from the audience, Yang Che had completely lost his mind, he drew his sword and beheaded all the people in that row, no one could stop him.

Everything went according to his direction, even smoother than Shen Mu originally imagined.

Wu Jinyou, which was supposed to be used for the cremation of the Empress Dowager, was replaced, and Gao Yingru could not escape punishment and suspicion no matter what; but Shen Mu could not find the person who set the fire or drugged it by himself, let alone prove the existence of the prostitute. It is also impossible to complete the logical closed loop.

But Xiao Fan did it, to be more precise, he did it for him.

There was a lot of noise in the audience, but Shen Mu suddenly lost the pleasure of getting revenge just now; almost subconsciously, he turned to look at Xiao Fan.

The young man who was facing him had a straight back, and his tall figure was just enough to shield Shen Mu from the glare of the early morning sunlight; Some ridiculous sense of stability.

At the same moment when he turned around, Shen Mu tilted his head to meet Xiao Fan's eyes looking at him.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and Shen Mu heard Xiao Fan speak in a deep voice,

"Gu once promised that he would not let Gu's people take risks alone."