The Legend Zhuohua

Chapter 46

The sound of rain dispersed the discussion behind him. Shen Jinghong didn't hear what was going on behind him. Even if he heard it, he just laughed it off. There are so many boring people in the world.

He lazily raised his eyes, and the autumn water reflected in the dark eyes, filled with an icy aura.

A man dressed as a guard walked up to him and lowered his voice and said, "Sir, the matter has been settled."

Shen Jinghong's footsteps did not stop at all, and he asked without looking away: "Where is the evidence?"

An oil paper bag was handed into Shen Jinghong's hands.

The guard wisely took the umbrella from Shen Jinghong's hand. Shen Jinghong opened the paper bag and took out a book bound in blue leather. There were traces of fire on the edge of the book. He turned over two pages and his eyes fell on it. On a line of ink characters.

——On the third day of the seventh lunar month, at the quarter of Hai hour, King Ding left the palace from Donghua Gate.

The third day of July was the day the palace caught fire.

Shen Jinghong had already reported to Liu Chen that all the records of entering and leaving the palace were burned in the fire, but what he was holding now was the record book that he said should have been buried in the fire.

This booklet was accidentally found by a guard in the fire scene two days ago. It was pressed under a water tank and was luckily saved. With the hope of promotion and fortune, he found Shen Jinghong, who was responsible for investigating the matter. Shen Jinghong He was also very surprised and asked him to take this book and go to see him after getting the key at the palace gate.

The guard naturally didn't expect that what was waiting for him was not Shen Jinghong, but a guard and a knife.

"A person dies completely, leaving no trace." The guard said firmly, "I have asked about it, but no one else knows about it."

Shen Jinghong nodded lightly.

"Sir... do you want to protect King Ding?" The guard secretly glanced at Shen Jinghong suspiciously.

He works for this person, but he never guesses his thoughts, and he doesn't dare to guess too much. Sometimes, guessing is more terrifying than not guessing.

Shen Jinghong put the booklet into his arms and said softly: "You are a very good knife, but a knife shouldn't have too many thoughts."

The guard was shocked and lowered his head: "This subordinate knows."

Shen Jinghong smiled slightly: "No need to be nervous, I don't want to change the knife yet."

The guard retreated silently, and there was only one lonely figure left in the long palace alley.

Shen Jinghong held the handle of the bamboo umbrella, and a sardonic smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

I am not a knife with too many ideas...

Liu Yan has been ill for many days.

Mu Zhuohua looked at the sky outside the window. A withered yellow leaf was blown by the wind from nowhere and fell on her palm.

It's actually autumn all of a sudden...

She shrank her neck unconsciously and felt a vague chill.

"Are you feeling cold?" A man's mellow voice came from behind.

Mu Zhuohua turned around and looked at Liu Yan, who was leaning on the couch and reading a book. Liu Yan was wearing a green gown and holding a book in his hand. His long, smooth black hair fell on his shoulders. He looked at her with gentle eyes and a smile on his lips. This appearance makes people completely unable to imagine his impressive momentum when he dominates the ministers in the court.