The eldest princess pampered the beautiful, strong and miserable proton queen

The tea room was quiet, with occasional slight coughs, and the maid brought a cup of Chuanbei Sydney tremella soup into the room.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded: "What's the matter?"

"Everything is going well, Dali Temple has set its sights on Changjun Prince's Mansion." The maid knelt aside, filled a bowl of pear and white fungus soup from a cup, and placed it in front of the master.

The woman in plain clothes coughed lowly: "In the case of private salt, we cannot escape the responsibility. Rather than sit and wait for death, it is better to divert the disaster to the east and completely confuse the clan. With the king of Changjun at the forefront, Dali Temple will not be able to investigate for a while. on top of us."

The maid lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes: "This time the eldest princess is involved, it has already scared the snake."

"I can't take care of so much anymore," the woman in plain clothes sighed, her throat was a little itchy, she tried not to cough, and her voice became hoarse again, "First stop Dali Temple, and then use Changjun Wang's move to plan carefully Aftermath."

The maid was not optimistic: "Although the diversion of disasters to the east is successful, it is not a long-term solution. I don't know how long it will hold Dali Temple. Our time is too tight, and it is not advisable to act hastily. Besides, General Qi is recovering. People's hearts are fluctuating, and I am worried that the news will leak."

The woman in plain clothes was silent for a while, before she said: "There are four purposes for diverting disaster water to the east, one is to fish in troubled waters, and the other is to cause conflicts between the King of Changjun and the eldest princess."

Now the first two have been achieved.

The maid's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but ask, "The third thing is?"

"The monarch and his ministers should avoid each other," the plain-clothed woman put down the bowl, uttered cold words between her lips as gorgeous as peaches, "this is the third."

His Majesty trusts his two younger brothers very much, and it is even more difficult to provoke the relationship between the monarch and his ministers.

The king of Changjun is suspected of private salt, and he must not hide it from His Majesty. I don't know if His Majesty will trust the King of Changjun as much as before, and entrust him with important tasks.

After King Chang loses power, who is most likely to succeed?

"There is no good time," the woman in plain clothes chuckled, her voice echoing in the empty room, "We create our own opportunities."

The maid was stunned for a while, and gradually understood.

The plain-clothed woman took another chess piece and put it on the chessboard: "The second step of the plan, to move the tiger away from the mountain, should be launched."

……

Halfway through the application time, the birthday banquet was finally over, and Changjun Palace began to see off the guests, Jiang Fuguang boarded the carriage with a heavy heart.

"Little lady, why do you have a sad face when you get in the carriage, but if you have something that bothers you, tell your brother quickly," Ji Ruxuan put his arms around her waist, approached her with a smile on his face, and kissed her with a completely dissolute look. "Brother will help you solve your problems."

This greasy look disgusted Jiang Fuguang, and he gave him an angry look: "When is this, you are still in the mood to joke."

"What are you worried about?" Ji Ruxuan made fun of herself, rubbed her nose, leaned over unwillingly, and kissed her eyebrows until her brows relaxed, "The sky is falling, shouldn't I help you to hold it up? !"

Jiang Fuguang was stunned for a moment, seeing his long eyebrows stretched into his temples, the lonely mountain and the moon were sparse, and a sharp knife was embedded in the edge of his towering eyebrows.

"I don't know why," Jiang Fuguang rubbed his forehead, "I always have the feeling of being treated as a pawn."

She has the reality of supervising the country, and the details of the secret report received by Dali Temple are too important, even though she knows something is wrong, she can't just stand by and watch.

Ji Ruxuan's eyes deepened: "What was written in the secret report?"

Jiang Fuguang sorted out the many thoughts in his mind: "In an old alley on Yong'an Street, there is a Fengshui shop that specializes in all kinds of Fengshui items. A secret report claimed that there was stolen money circulating in the shop. Dali Temple secretly watched it for two days. Seeing an abnormality, I thought the secret report was wrong.”

Ji Ruxuan handed her a cup of hot tea. If the stolen money wanted to be cleaned up, it had to be sold and circulated through legal channels.

If you can sell a large amount of stolen money, only the dignitaries can afford antique calligraphy and painting, as well as Feng Shui decorations.

Jiang Fuguang held the teacup in his hands: "Then Dali Temple found out that Jiang Hao, the nephew of King Duanjun, went to the shop in a low-key disguise to buy Fengshui items. Feng Shui ornaments he bought."

Prince Duan is the patriarch of this generation of the clan. His nephew was involved in smuggling, and Prince Chang was also involved. Two of the most powerful clan members in the clan were involved, which is simply appalling.

Ji Ruxuan asked, "What is it?"

"A red sandalwood Buddha. The wooden Buddha is hollow and has a mechanism. The stolen banknotes are hidden inside. The Secretary of Huangcheng put the things back as they were, and kept a close eye on Jiang Hao. Not long after, Jiang Hao went to the Fengshui shop to bring one. When the box came back, it was the same box that contained a pair of jade pots and spring vases, and gave it to King Changjun as a birthday present."

The Secretary of Huangcheng saw with his own eyes that the box entered the Prince Chang's Mansion.

At this time, King Changjun didn't know that there was a problem with the birthday ceremony, so Fan Siqing immediately brought people over to check it out, in order to catch him off guard.

Worried about scaring the snake, he sent a message to her in advance.

"The Imperial City Division secretly controlled that Fengshui shop. It has been found out that the owner behind this Fengshui shop is Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao is involved in smuggling, and uses this Fengshui shop to sell stolen money and goods. Changed hands, circulated, and then returned to my own hands, this store has been open for more than [-] years."

"The Secretary of Huangcheng confiscated nearly three million taels of stolen silver from the Fengshui shop. It was because the recent salt smuggling case was too big. Jiang Hao was worried that the news would leak out, and he was eager to sell the stolen money in his hands. The money was out of circulation, so I went to the sundry shop frequently, and let the Secretary of the Imperial City keep an eye on it."

"At present, there are no clues that the King of Changjun is involved in smuggling. Jiang Hao took the stolen silver that passed through the Fengshui shop, entrained it in the birthday gift, and gave it to the King of Changjun. It does not mean that the King of Changjun is involved in smuggling salt. It was Jiang Hao who deliberately dragged Prince Chang into the water in order to escape. But I think Prince Chang was indeed involved in smuggling."

This is what happened today.

A trace of deep meaning flashed across Ji Ruxuan's eyes: "Don't you think Chang Junwang's reaction is very interesting? Especially when he drew his sword at you later, it was obvious that he deliberately made this matter big."

"I understand," Jiang Fuguang took a deep breath, "seeing that Dali Temple can't be prevented from entering the government to investigate the truth, I know that I can't cover up my involvement in smuggling. I deliberately made this matter big, and state affairs are mixed with family affairs. I don't know what your Majesty should do. decision."

How can the powerful county prince be easily overthrown by mere private salt?
He has a thousand ways and ten thousand ways to get himself out.

Ji Ruxuan chuckled lightly: "It's interesting."

"I still have too many questions in my mind." Jiang Fuguang rubbed his swollen forehead, "Where did you get the secret report from Dali Temple?"

According to Fan Siqing, the secret report was thrown into the mansion from outside the wall, and deliberately hit the servant in the mansion.

The boy found it unusual and immediately reported it to him.