Xianjun is too bad: please get on the pirate ship

The man's tall body suddenly fell to the ground, even though the ground was covered with a thick layer of soft blanket, there was still a muffled sound, and everyone's expressions changed instantly.

The most shocked person was Zi Yiran, a layer of fog formed in front of his clear eyes, he stayed there, and his thoughts stagnated at that moment.

What... what's wrong?Fifth brother, why did he collapse suddenly?

Is he... dead?

The fine black silk brocade shirt was a bit messy because of Zi Yi's inelegant inverted posture, black and purple climbed up his lips and his face, and the right hand holding vegetables showed a strange and stiff posture, which was still in his hand The silver chopsticks in his hand had turned black.

He was indeed dead, poisoned!

In the hall, there were rich businessmen from other places who were pale with fright, and kept wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads with their sleeves, and some high-ranking officials from Beijing closed their eyes as if hiding their ears.

They all seemed to agree that this was a murder!Throughout the ages, literati competed for one official position, military generals competed for several battles, and the heirs of the rulers of the dynasty could kill each other for the supreme position!

They thought this way, maybe the kind-hearted Prince Ran didn't covet the position, but he had always been friends with King Han, and he might have been displeased with King Jue for a long time and wanted to get rid of him. kill him.

It's just that it's too bold to act in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes!

Just when everyone was so angry that they didn't dare to make a sound, they turned their eyes on Zi Yijue who fell to the ground and Zi Yiran who stood there dumbfounded, a man dressed as an inner hall clerk lowered the hat on his head, quietly slipped out...

In less than a quarter of an hour, the people from the Ministry of Criminal Justice surrounded the black shop, and Yue Wugou, the director of the Criminal Department who was known as the "Iron Faced God of Catchment", personally led the team.

Yue Wugou came into the store, scanned the situation inside the store, bowed to everyone expressionlessly, and said: "I'm sorry, everyone, I can't finish today's meal, please sit in your seat. Don't destroy the murder scene."

After saying that, regardless of the various expressions on everyone's faces, Yue Wugou walked directly in front of Zi Yiran, neither humble nor overbearing: "I have seen Prince Ran, the prince may have to go with the officials first."

"I... Me?" Zi Yiran still didn't react, his eyes were full of confusion.

"Yes, my lord, you are the most direct suspect in this case. According to the normal procedure, the next official should start the investigation from the lord!"

"Then...well..." Zi Yiran didn't hear all of Yue Wugou's words clearly, but he knew that Wu Ge's death must have something to do with him, so he moved away and prepared to go with Yue Wugou.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if when he was ten years old, he was beaten all over his body by those brothers and brothers whose names he couldn't even name, it was very painful and helpless.

But that day, the second brother suddenly appeared, beat them all up, took him back to his palace to recuperate, and has been protecting him until now.

At that time, the second elder brother Zi Yihan was only 14 years old, but he was already the only prince in the Zimo dynasty.

And now, who will help him?

"My lord, wait a minute!" A cold female voice came from the second floor, Han Mengxiao put on a thin jacket, not even silk shoes, and went down the stairs with socks on.

She glanced at the dead man on the ground, then glanced at the people in the store, her eyes stopped on Yue Wugou: "I am the boss here, should you come to me first if you need anything? The one who left me?"