The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Luo Qinghan said: "I'm afraid not. Yizhou was poisoned at the gate of the city. People came and went at the gate of the city. Many people saw it with their own eyes. It is difficult to completely suppress this matter."

Fang Wujiu frowned slightly, this matter is a bit troublesome.

If the news of Qiandao's young prince's death from poisoning spreads, the enemies who are hiding in the dark will definitely seize the opportunity and try their best to bring hatred to Emperor Dasheng.

Luo Qinghan ordered someone to prepare a good coffin and put Yi Zhou's body in it.

In order to prevent the body from decaying, the coffin was deliberately stored in the ice cellar.

In the future, when the real murderer is caught, Luo Qinghan will order someone to send Yi Zhou's body back to Qiandao Country, so that he can return to his roots after his death.

Fang Wujiu handed a letter to Luo Qinghan.

"This is the letter I found on Yi Zhou when I gave him the needle just now."

Luo Qinghan opened the letter and took out a thin piece of paper.

The paper is all written in the Qiandao language.

Although Luo Qinghan could understand the words of Qiandao Kingdom, he still didn't understand their words very well.

So he handed the letter to Fang Wujiu and motioned for Fang Wujiu to help translate it.

Fang Wujiu unfolded the letter, read the contents quickly, and said.

"This is a letter for help. In the letter, Guan Ying said that the third princess had been killed, and he and the little prince were in danger. I hope the emperor of Qiandao Kingdom can send troops to support as soon as possible."

When Yimei heard these words, she couldn't help coming over and asked cautiously.

"May I read this letter?"

Fang Wujiu handed over the letter.

When Yimei saw the handwriting in the letter, she recognized that it was written by Guan Ying.

She couldn't help but ask: "He hasn't seen my body yet, how can he be sure that I have been killed?"

Fang Wujiu: "He doesn't care if you are really dead, he just needs to let your father know that you were killed in Shengjing, that's enough."

Luo Qinghan: "It seems that his purpose in planning all this seems to be to destroy the harmony between Dasheng and Qiandao, and to provoke disputes between the two countries."

Yimei is still puzzled: "But what good is this for him?"

Fang Wujiu: "Maybe he received the benefits of others, maybe he himself is a meticulous work of other countries, and the real reason has to be asked by himself."

At this moment, Zhao Xian walked in hastily.

He clasped his fists with both hands, bowed, and said solemnly.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, when the last commander sent someone to feel that Honglu Temple, Guan Ying had disappeared. We searched the whole Honglu Temple, but couldn't find him. No one in Honglu Temple knew where he went. ."

Fang Wujiu gave an inexplicable chuckle: "He had long expected that someone would arrest him, so he slipped away ahead of time."

Luo Qinghan has always kept people staring at Honglu Temple, especially those who stared at the Qiandao Mission.

But today, except for the matter of Yizhou, everyone's attention was focused on Yizhou, which greatly reduced the surveillance force. Probably Guan Ying seized this opportunity and slipped away from Honglu Temple without a sound.

Luo Qinghan couldn't help but have a guess in his heart.

He said in a low voice.

"Perhaps Guan Ying deliberately asked Yi Zhou to deliver the letter.

On the one hand, he wanted to make Yizhou poisonous in plain sight, so that the death of Yizhou could not be hidden.

On the other hand, he wanted to use Yi Zhou to distract everyone's attention, so as to create an opportunity for him to escape. "

This is an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

Fang Wujiu sighed with emotion: "If this is the case, it can only mean that Guan Ying's city is deeper than we expected. Now that he has run away, there will be endless troubles for us."

Yimei has been listening silently.

Her fingers holding the letter paper trembled slightly, and she felt extremely resentful in her heart.

If Guan Ying was here, she would definitely grab his collar and angrily ask him why he did this? Why betray the Qiandao Nation?

Too bad the tube won.

Yi Zhou also died.

She couldn't do anything but stood there dumbfounded, like a useless wooden stake.

She didn't even know what to do next?

Luo Qinghan ordered the city gate to be blocked, and the whole city searched for Guan Ying's whereabouts.

But he knew that doing so was tantamount to patching up a dead sheep, and the effect was not great.

With Guan Ying's cunning, he would leave Shengjing as soon as he slipped out of Honglu Temple.

He wouldn't foolishly stay in the city and wait to be caught.

In fact, as he expected, the patrol camp searched from house to house, and almost turned over the entire Shengjing city, but no trace of Guan Ying was found.

He has completely evaporated from the city.

After Yimei left the palace, she returned to Honglu Temple.

She relentlessly gathered all the people in the regiment and asked them one by one, wanting to know the whereabouts of Guan Ying.

But no matter how she asks, these people don't know what to do.

Seeing that there is really no useful information to ask, Yimei can only give up angrily.

She turned to search Guan Ying's residence, and found that most of his luggage was still here, only the wooden box for storing the silver was empty.

In addition, the brocade box that originally stored the sea flowers was gone.

When Guan Ying left, he not only took all the money, but also took Hai Shenghua with him.

When Yimei left Honglu Temple, it was already evening.

She stood on the steps, watching the flow of people coming and going on the street, and suddenly felt at a loss.

Everything here is so unfamiliar to her.

She suddenly missed her relatives far away in Qiandao Country.

She is homesick.

Yimei squatted down slowly, sat on the steps, wrapped her hands around her knees, and buried her face between her arms.

This is a position that will make her feel safe.

A pair of black official boots walked up the steps and stopped in front of her.

"His Royal Highness Third Princess, what are you doing sitting here?"

This time he was speaking in the Qiandao dialect, but the pronunciation was not quite standard, and it sounded a little weird.

He had deeply felt the inconvenience caused by the language barrier before, so he pestered his senior brother to learn the language of Qiandao for the past two days.

Although his learning progress is not as fast as Luo Qinghan's, but under the efforts of his staying up late and studying hard, it is not bad. At least he has learned some commonly used Qiandao dialects, and basic communication is not a problem.

Yimei slowly raised her head and saw Chu Jian standing in front of her.

The night was hazy and the north wind whistled.

He just stood up straight, the hem of his clothes swayed gently by the wind, his face was blurred by the night, only those eyes looked more gentle and peaceful than usual.

Yimei stared at him in a daze, until her eyes turned sour, before she came back to her senses and said softly.

"I don't know, I just want to sit for a while."

Chu Jian: "Don't you think it's cold sitting here?"

It hasn't snowed again in the past two days, but the temperature at night is still very low, and with the north wind whistling, it is even colder.

Even he, a martial arts practitioner, felt a little chilly, not to mention Yimei, a pampered little princess since childhood.