The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 535 Beheading and Rooting

The chess piece in Zhuang Jiang's hand stopped, she looked at Mo Linyuan, and saw a shadow in the young man's eyes.It seemed that every time Concubine Ning was mentioned, he would fall silent.

Zhuang Jiang could vaguely sense the problem.But she also knew that this shouldn't be asked.

"Jiang'er likes such a beautiful yard very much. But brother Linyuan, if you don't play chess seriously, you will lose."

Glancing at Bai's weakness, Mo Linyuan smiled.

Zhuang Jiang, who kept saying he could only fight, was even more skilled at chess than Mo Ye and the others.

He really didn't know how many secrets there were in Zhuang Jiang's body, which he kept hidden.

"By the way, how is the investigation of local officials going?"

"This one……"

The corner of Zhuang Jiang's mouth twitched, this person asked a question, could he not be so precise.The more she didn't want him to mention anything, the more he insisted on mentioning it.

"The situation of corruption and dereliction of duty is more serious than we imagined. But if we want to eradicate it centrally, it shouldn't be a big problem."

She was afraid that Mo Linyuan would be worried if he found out.

But compared to her worries, Mo Linyuan seemed very calm.Those phoenix eyes were calm, as if they had expected everything a long time ago.

"The upper-level struggles are constant, and there is no time to take care of the locality. These officials lack restraint, so how can they not use their brains."

So he knew a long time ago that there are absolutely very few officials who are so upright and honest as prefect Lin that they were framed.

And most of them can find countless handles without being framed at all.

This is the truth as the saying goes that flies don't bite seamless eggs.

"Three years of Qing Zhifu, one hundred thousand snowflake silver. I really can't imagine how many hidden dangers there will be under the prosperity of Beicang."

Zhuang Jiang sighed, the country is like a huge restaurant, from the top to the bottom, there can be no sloppy.

Once the bottom layer starts to get disconnected, the problems will get out of hand.

"Actually, the real hidden danger is not them. It's the complicated and conflicting forces in the DPRK and China."

Looking at the opposing black and white pieces on the chessboard, Mo Linyuan gently moved them.

"Prince Gong's Mansion has cultivated many aristocratic families. These people work as minions, condone and raise traitors, and constantly absorb power and wealth."

They disturbed the court and helped Prince Gong's mansion to fight against the royal family.

It is precisely because they have committed numerous crimes and the royal family will never condone that they will rely more and more on Prince Gong's Mansion, like a dog's tail grass, showing loyalty.

But do they know what it means to cook a rabbit to the death and the dog to hide it?
One day, when Prince Gong's Mansion completes its great cause, they will clean up these moths one by one.

Because no one wants to become the second royal family in danger.

"It seems that the source of cholera is still in the court. But if we want to pull them out, we will definitely have a direct conflict with Prince Gong's residence."

In Zhuang Jiang's view, local officials are nothing more than mobs.As long as it is handled properly, assassination and trial are extremely easy.

But those high-ranking officials under the nose of Prince Gong's Mansion are not so easy to deal with.

"You're right, so we can only do the opposite and catch Prince Gong's mansion by surprise."

Mo Linyuan smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the chessboard had turned into two strange encircling circles.

A white piece surrounds the black piece, and on the other side, the black piece surrounds the white piece.

"I have confirmed that Prince Gong's Mansion intends to execute a beheading plan against us. This is the white chess, surrounded by black chess."

"What's the point of black chess encircling white chess instead?" Zhuang Jiang wondered.

A smile faded from the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be an unruly light in Mo Linyuan's eyes.

"Gong Ziyu wants to behead, but I want to get rid of the roots."

(End of this chapter)