After Reincarnating, the Ice-Cold Prince Won’t Leave Me Alone

  Chapter 101 With such a contrast, he was at a loss

  Fang Dacheng came to the study in the front yard. Feng Lisheng, who was sitting behind the jade table, raised his hand and asked straightforwardly: "No need to salute. Has Shuo Er got any news?"

  Fang Dacheng shook his head ashamedly: "The subordinates are incompetent, and have not found any news about the young master."

  Feng Lisheng was a little disappointed, "Is there any prospect of assassinating Qi Youzhi five years ago?"

  In the past few months, he has only instructed Fang Dacheng to do two things, one is to find the whereabouts of Shuo'er, and the other is to track down the murderer who assassinated Qi You five years ago.

  After the previous Luodu Silver Mine corruption case, he realized that Qi You's death was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

  So he interrogated a senior official who was still alive in Luodu who participated in this matter. According to that person's confession, at the beginning he and the dead Xu Tongpan Jia Tongzhi and the three of them really planned to pay Qi You to assassinate him on the way back to Beijing. It's just that when their people passed by, Qi You had already been killed, and many people died on the spot.

   At that time, none of the hidden guards who followed Qi You survived. It happened to be June, and a heavy rain fell, washing away all traces.

  In the end, the officials at the post station didn't see Qi You and others passing by for a long time, and sent people back to search, only to find that Qi You had been killed.

  By the time the people from Dali Temple and the Ministry of Criminal Justice passed by, more than half a day had passed since the incident, and with the torrential rain, it was undoubtedly even more difficult to find the murderer.

   That is to say, Jia Tong judged that the person they sent to assassinate Qi You might be the only witness.

  According to the Luodu official, what they were looking for was a group of gangsters who murdered and robbed their goods. After the incident happened, the false judges and others were afraid of being exposed, so they paid the group of people a large sum of money to keep their identities anonymous.

   According to the official's description, Feng Lisheng drew portraits of two of them, and asked Fang Dacheng to send someone to investigate secretly.

  Fang Dacheng replied in a low voice: "Our people found one of the people on the portrait in Sichuan. But that person is now the second head of Longhu Mountain."

   "Then Longhushan is a local bandit force with a large scale, and the subordinates dare not act rashly?"

  Feng Lisheng asked: "How many people are there?"

   "There are nearly 2,000 people in the whole village, including women,"

  Feng Lisheng's expression was ugly: "Are they colluding secretly with the local county magistrate?"

  The imperial court has regulations that if the local army is unable to wipe out anti-social forces such as cottages with more than a thousand people, the local county can report to the higher-level army, and finally such letters will pass through him.

  Fang Dacheng nodded: "The territory is remote, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, so it is difficult to get news back to Beijing."

  Feng Lisheng unfolded a piece of rice paper, on which a lot of handwriting had been written, he picked up a pen and wrote in the blank space Longhu Mountain in Shu.

  Fang Dacheng looked at the densely packed handwriting and sighed inwardly.

  Back then, the former crown prince went out to visit the people secretly in a low-level suit. In a year, countless corrupt officials were uncovered, and many people were offended at the same time.

  So on the way back to Beijing, dozens of assassinations, large and small, were encountered. It was really difficult to investigate because there were too many people involved.

  Because those who wanted to kill the former prince were not only those corrupt officials who were found out, but also other forces who were fishing in troubled waters.

   While the master and servant were silent, someone knocked lightly on the door of the study from outside.

  Fang Dacheng looked over suspiciously. His Highness Xindao never allowed outsiders to disturb him when he was talking in the study. Who is so fearless of death!

  Feng Lisheng heard the movement, put down his pen from his contemplation, his indifferent expression softened instantly, and softly ordered Fang Dacheng to open the door.

  When Fang Dacheng opened the door and saw Princess Su, he was taken aback, and hurriedly bowed to salute. Shen Mingjiao waved her hand. Holding the food box, he lifted his foot and walked in. She smiled very gently at Feng Lisheng.

   "I didn't bother you!"

   After finishing speaking, he opened the food box and whispered softly: "You are tired, I asked the kitchen to make your favorite porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, try it quickly."

  Fang Dacheng stepped back tactfully, not surprised by this kind of thing. It's just that Shen Mingjiao is like those wives from aristocratic families, in order to please her husband, she would send some soup, water and so on to the study from time to time.

  Secretly, there are rumors outside that the princess is domineering and doesn't take their Highness seriously. He even secretly regretted that their wise and mighty Highness actually married a rouge tiger.

   Looking at it now, it turns out that the rumors are not credible, the princess is obviously very gentle!

  In Fang Dacheng's eyes, what is normal is like red rain in Feng Lisheng's eyes.

   Watching her princess gently uncover the soup cup, scooped up a spoonful, blew carefully, and then gently handed it to his mouth: "Taste, Your Highness?"

  Feng Lisheng opened his mouth a little erratically, feeling overwhelmed, and wondered when his princess had ever been so gentle to him?

  Especially after the incident in the study room in the backyard a few days ago, Shen Mingjiao saw that he was simply not pleasing to the eye.

  Under such a contrast, he was simply at a loss.