She Doesn’t Want To Work Hard Anymore

  Chapter 567 Two Assumptions

  Listening to Li Ji’s tone, it seemed that he knew this person.

   Hua Manman couldn't help but look at him.

  "How do you know this is a pseudonym?"

  Li Ji’s fingertips clicked on the three words of Wu Zimu: "Zi and Mu, together is the word Li, and today's saint happens to rank fifth."

  Hua Manman was dumbfounded.

  She slowly opened her eyes and asked in disbelief.

  "Do you mean, this Wu Zimu is a saint now?"

  Li Ji responded softly: "Yeah."

  Hua Manman still feels that this incident is too coincidental.

  "Not to mention why the saint ordered someone to assassinate me, so the directivity of this name is too obvious.

  The saint is not stupid, how could he leave such obvious clues?

  Is this someone deliberately misleading us? "

  Li Ji felt that way at the beginning, so he asked Princess Anshun if anyone had ever exchanged this deed?

  But the answer is no.

  More importantly, Wu Zimu's handwriting is very familiar, which reminds Li Ji of a person.

  A person who has been buried in his memory for many years.

  He looked at the basket on the deed and said slowly.

  "This handwriting is very similar to my father."

  Flower was filled with a dazed expression.

  Li Ji thought of her amnesia, so she took the initiative to explain.

   "My father is Zhen Guo Gong, who died in the Ghost Wind Fort 11 years ago."

  It is impossible for a dead person to be resurrected, let alone sign a deed.

  Unless the Lord Zhen Guo is not dead, or someone is deliberately imitating his handwriting.

  Hua Manman looked at each other: "Can you be sure that this is written by the grandfather of the country?"

  Li Ji lightly sighed: "No."

  This handwriting just seems to have the charm of a country official, and the details are slightly different.

  Does not rule out the possibility of someone deliberately imitating.

  Hua Manman: "There is still too little evidence."

  Li Ji nodded: "Yeah."

  It is impossible to make an accurate judgment with only one signature.

  At this time, not only the present-day saint is involved, but also the deceased Lord Zhenguo for many years.

  Both Li Ji are inextricably linked.

  It made him unable to think about this matter from a completely objective standpoint.

  That’s why he found Manman with the portrait and the deed. He wanted to hear what Manman thought about this matter.

   spent a long time thinking about it, carefully analyzing it.

   "Now there are two assumptions."

  She picked up a fried peanut from the fruit plate and gently placed it on the table.

  “Assumption 1, the inscription on the deed was written by the town’s official.

  Zhen Guogong is your relative, so he should not deliberately mislead you.

  Then it is very likely that the Lord Zhen Guo is taking this to remind you.

  The real murderer who instructed Li Qi to send a killer to murder Wang Shizi and me is the current saint. "

  Hua Manman picked up the second fried peanut and put it on the other side.

  "Assumption two, the inscription on the deed was not written by the Lord Zhenguo.

  That is someone is deliberately imitating the handwriting of Zhen Guo Gong.

The purpose of    is nothing more than to attract your attention, and then point the finger at today's saints. "

  Speaking of this, Hua Manman gathered two peanuts together, raised his eyes to the man sitting in front of him, and said softly.

   "No matter what kind of result it is, in the end, it is inseparable from today's saints."

  Li Ji pinched a peanut from her hand.

   Slightly push, the peanut shell cracks open, revealing the red peanut kernel inside.

   "It looks like I have to go to the palace."

  The entry into the palace he said was not entering the new palace in the Tianjing city, but the old palace in the upper capital.

  In the afternoon, Li Ji returned to Shangjing on horseback.

  He went straight into the palace.

  Most people have been moved to the new palace.

  The people who are still in the old palace today either made mistakes or followed the emperor loyally.

  In short, the number is very small, so few people are sparse, looking at the depression,

  The place once destroyed by fire has not been repaired, and weeds have grown, adding a bit of desolation.

  Li Ji rode a horse all the way to the gate of Hanzhang Palace.

  He threw the reins to the **** next to him, took his long legs away, and walked into the hall in a stride.

The emperor has been paralyzed in bed for six years.

  His physical condition is much worse than before, and his appearance is much older. He has even grown white hair on his temples, his cheeks are slightly sunken, and the corners of his mouth have deep lines on the corners of his mouth.

  There is a bitter medicine smell in the hall.

  The people in the palace are cautious in their actions, and they dare not make any sound.

  This caused the entire Hanzhang Palace to be lifeless and very depressing.

  Hearing the voices of those outside asking the regent for peace, the emperor turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

  After a while, the door was pushed open, and the sun shone in.

  Li Ji stepped across the threshold, stepped on the sun-shining ground, and appeared in front of the emperor.

   "Weichen pays respects to your majesty."

  The emperor looked at his tall and straight figure, as well as his heroic and young face, and he was very unhappy in his heart.

  The junior who once could only look up at him, has now grown into an adult, but he has become a paralyzed person in bed.

  Now it's his turn to look up at others.

  The emperor made a hoarse voice.

   "Why are you here free to come here? I thought you all moved to the new palace and you will never come back again."

  No need to greet the other person, Li Ji calmly sat on the low couch opposite the bed.

  The two sides are separated by a short distance.

  Li Ji looked at the other person’s eyes and said slowly.

   "Weichen is pursuing a case recently.

  Someone poisoned Prince Qing’s food and sent killers to assassinate the Prince Qing.

  Weichen followed the clues and found the body of King Zheng, and found the Jucai Gambling Shop through King Shizi. "

  The emperor had a faint look on his face: "What are you telling me about this?"

  Li Ji: "This king discovered that the owner behind the Jucai Gambling Shop was a man named Wu Zimu. I wonder if your Majesty has ever heard of this person?"

When    heard the name Wu Zimu, the expression on the emperor's face changed slightly.

   Then Li Ji heard the voice in the emperor's heart--

  "When I sent someone to rent a house and open a gambling shop, that person’s name was Zhang Jucai, how could he become Wu Zimu?

  Wait, the name Wu Zimu sounds familiar. I seem to have heard someone say it somewhere..."

  The emperor fell into deep thought.

  He had a very good memory before, and he could remember even small things many years ago.

  But now he is trapped on this bed, not only has his physical condition worsened a lot, but his mind has also become less useful than before.

  For a long time, he vaguely remembered.

   Thirty years ago, he was just a child at the time, and he went out to the palace with his brother who was still the prince at the time.

  They travel on WeChat. In order to hide their identities, the prince brother proposed to adopt a pseudonym.

  Since the emperor ranks fifth among the brothers, the prince brother named him Wu Zimu.

  Those deliberately forgotten images resurfaced in the emperor’s mind.

  His eyes became distracted, and he whispered softly in his mouth.

  "Wu Zimu, Wu Zimu..."

  Time flies, time flies.

  I haven't heard anyone mention this name for many years.

  So much so that he almost forgot.

  Wu Zimu is him.

  (End of this chapter)