Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"You worked hard in the front, I was just doing something to do in the harem, where is so squeamish as you said?"

While she was talking, she continued to look at the post in her hand. She would not rest assured until she had to deal with everything by herself. Feng Xuanche knew her temper and knew that it would be useless to say more, so she sighed. , Pick up another post that is not yet passive, and help look.

"I have read the memorials for a day in the day, and now I want to help you read these posts. How can I look like an emperor?"

When Du Xuechun heard the words, pretending to be angry, he snatched the post from his hand: "I didn't let you read it. In that case, the emperor should go back to the Palace of Qinzheng!"

"Ahhhhh..." Feng Xuan was very anxious, and hurried to grab the things in her hand, with a helpless expression, "I was just talking about it, and Chun'er actually wanted to kick me out, but I would sad."

"Who asked you to say these useless words?" Du Xuechun gave him a big roll of eyes, then lowered his head and continued to look at the things in his hand.

The two talked about having trouble, and they were very harmonious. The dim candle light shone in the room, and everything seemed so quiet.

Until-"The emperor! The slave has something to report!"

Guo Yuanqing's abrupt voice sounded outside the house, followed by bright lantern lights thrown in. Du Xuechun's thoughts were interrupted, frowning, but there was no word.

Feng Xuan Che Xu reads a lot of memorials, and he often encounters such situations, and has long been used to it.

"Just talk outside, what's the matter?"

"The emperor, this matter... I'm afraid it's not suitable to be heard by others."

The forces in the palace are mixed, and each palace has the eyeliner of another palace. Guo Yuanqing also thought of this.

Feng Xuanche asked Du Xuechun's gaze, the latter nodded, but did not refuse.

At this point, Feng Xuan Che told Guo Yuanqing: "Come in."

Soon, Guo Yuanqing pushed the door and walked in. He turned around cautiously and closed the door. Then he walked to the family and knelt down and saluted: "I have seen the emperor, my mother."

"You don't need to be polite." Feng Xuanche raised his hand, without even looking at him, and continued to study what he was holding. "What are you going to report?"

"The emperor, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has found it."

I thought it was a major event, but didn't expect it to be such a trivial matter. Feng Xuan Che was obviously dissatisfied: "Is it not okay to tell me this matter until tomorrow morning? I have to report it at this time!"

To bother him to be alone with Chun'er, Guo Yuanqing is now increasingly rude!

Knowing that he disturbed the empress and the emperor, Guo Yuanqing didn’t want it in his heart, but he was snatched by the emperor before he finished speaking. He couldn’t help feeling aggrieved, so he could only break the pain and swallow back in his stomach, and tell the rest of the news. End: "The emperor, the man has been found, but he is already dead."

The air suddenly calmed down, and Feng Xuanche and Du Xuechun unanimously moved their gazes from the post and looked at Guo Yuanqing, both eyes pretending not to believe.

"What you said is true? What's the matter?"

How come a good person died suddenly?

Feeling something strange, Du Xuechun said in a cold voice, "Where did he find the body? Where did he go? Why did he find it now?"

Counting it all, it's been a while since the chief executive left the palace, but before they thought that the chief executive had committed such a big mistake, he naturally tried his best to escape from Dashun.

But I did not expect that the reason why he did not return for so long was that he was already dead!

"Back to the emperor, Niangniang, the corpse we sent out to search for was found in the suburbs of Beijing, but he has been dead for a while, and the corpse has been sent to you for an autopsy."

"Beijing Suburbs? Good point, what did he run to Beijing Suburb."

"This..." Guo Yuanqing was a little embarrassed and couldn't answer Du Xuechun's question. The chief director is now a corpse. Is it possible for him to talk from a dead person?

"Okay, I and the queen know about this, you should withdraw first!" Feng Xuanche waved his hand, indicating that Guo Yuanqing could withdraw.

After he left, the two people in the house looked heavy and the atmosphere was a little dull.

"The emperor, this matter... I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Without being oblivious, Du Xuechun directly said what she was thinking in her heart. Why did a person in the palace suddenly die after leaving the palace? It happened that it was a coincidence when they caught him back for interrogation.

"Chun'er's thoughts are infallible with me, and I also think this matter is too weird." Feng Xuanche nodded and agreed with the beautiful woman, "He ran to the suburbs of Beijing, if not to escape, there is only one explanation for a long time."

"Dodge the assassination."

Because of this news, the two people who were still enjoying themselves seemed a little stiff.

"You said, is it possible that someone tried to bury something, so that they would attack the chief executive in order to kill people?"

The meaning of Du Xuechun's words is undoubtedly to lead the suspect to Du Qingheng.

Du Qingheng's hatred towards the chief executive that day, as well as those confessions that he didn't match up with Le'er, now that this thing happened, the first suspect was Du Qingheng.

Feng Xuanche did not refute her speculation, and he also felt that Du Qingheng was very suspicious.

"If there is no movement there, no matter how we guess, it is a headless fly, or we should first find out the cause of the death of the chief executive before making plans."

Yes, before knowing the cause of death, it is impossible to determine whether it was homicide or suicide, or natural death.

Neither of them slept very securely this night.

There is a crisis buried beside them, which may happen at any time.

Next day

When Feng Xuan Che got up in the morning and just changed his court clothes, Du Xuechun got up and walked out to help Feng Xuan Che tidy up his clothes.

Seeing her not sleeping well, Feng Xuanche stroked her drooping cheek with a big hand, his tone was distressed: "Chun'er didn't sleep well last night?"

If you don’t sleep well, you’ll lose energy. Du Xuechun’s answer to Feng Xuanche’s words at the moment is also cold, with a faint word: "Yeah."

Feng Xuanche knew what she was upset about. He himself didn't sleep well last night, so he understood Du Xuechun's mind.

With her long arms stretched out, she hugged the beautiful person tightly. Feng Xuanche's face was buried on the beautiful woman's neck, feeling the fragrance of her hair, and comforting: "Chun'er, don't worry. I will investigate it clearly, and I assure you that I will keep your safety and never let you do anything!"

Knowing that he has this ability, Du Xuechun stretched out his hand to hug him, and after a while, he broke free from that embrace.

"I know you can do it all, but it's late, you should go to the court as soon as possible, this matter, after you go down, it will not be too late!"

She had already said that, and Feng Xuan Che had to leave her beautiful woman reluctantly.

After Feng Xuanche was sent away, Du Xuechun didn't even have time to wash up, so she wrote a letter. Her pen was sharp and her wrist turned, but after a while, a piece of paper was full of writing.