Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Walk slowly without sending."

After saying that, Yun Wuxin placed a guzheng on the table, and her slender hand brushed across it, and beautiful notes slipped from her fingertips.

Seeing her like this, Fang Xiwen didn't say anything more. After listening for a while, he got up and left.

When she was about to leave the courtyard, she suddenly said, "Since you don't want to learn tea etiquette, let Yichuan receive you next time you come. I have something else to do recently."

Hearing this, his feet paused in the air for a while before he stepped out of the door, "Okay, go ahead and do your thing."

~~

The saint grants the marriage and the princess gets married, which is a very big event.

Rumors spread in the city that the wedding was about to take place, and for a moment everyone seemed to take it seriously.

All funeral-related shops selling paper figurines, wreaths, and paper money were closed, as if to avoid a taboo; however, all kinds of wedding candies on the stalls were selling briskly, and ordinary people with some spare money bought a lot of them, hoping to get a share of the saint's joy when they returned home.

Because of this, it has become difficult to expose the evil deeds of Yang Tianxiu recently, and most of the people sent by Fang Xiwen have hit a wall.

After all, he was the prince consort chosen by the sage. If you say he was not good, wouldn't that be throwing dirty water on the palace?

Three quarters past noon, yamen.

"Master, we can't do it anymore," Kong Yucai, who was dressed in red, said with a bitter face, "Every time there are old eunuchs in the palace who come to obstruct us, and they are very skilled in martial arts. We dare not offend them, so we can only hide.

As a result, hiding makes me look guilty, and if I tell others about it, people won’t believe me.”

"Okay, sorry to bother you guys, so let's not do it for the time being."

After throwing several stacks of processed documents onto the table, Fang Xiwen pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Sit there. I have something to discuss with you."

"Yes."

"Let me be frank. I want you to take over Liu Zhuo's position. What do you think?"

"How can this be possible?" Kong Yucai was shocked and his face turned pale. "I haven't read much and can only read a few words. How can I solve a case like this?"

"I see you are quite familiar with Jin Lu."

"Because I need to capture people for use, I can't take them away for no reason. Alas, sir, I really can't do it..."

Just as the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

A constable opened the door and placed a letter on his desk. "Master Fang, this is a letter given to me by a boy outside the door. He said he wants to pass it on to you."

"Okay, you go down."

After opening the wax seal, Fang Xiwen took out three notes from inside and immediately frowned.

'Yang Tianxiu would kill someone at a wedding banquet.'

'When he was practicing in the palace, he was able to communicate with the Emperor's Sword, and perhaps he could separate a wisp of sword energy and hide it in his body.'

'The governor of Jiangzhou is in danger.'

After reading it, he tore up all the notes, stood up from his seat, and said to Kong Yucai: "Go back and think carefully about what I just said. I have something to do and I'll leave first."

"Yes, son."

~~

He went straight back to Fang Mansion and went to a wing room in the inner house.

Pushing open the door, there was only one lamp on in the slightly dark room. Li Muyu, dressed in a black robe, was kneeling on the ground, with his bare feet exposed outside the robe.

There were a lot of papers on the table in front of her. It looked messy and the handwriting on them was a little sloppy.

During this period of time, she was doing the work of a shadow servant: as Fang Xiwen's super-special eyes and ears in the capital, she collected all kinds of information, added the information that Yun Yichuan delivered on time, and then sent it to him after unified arrangement.

Since it is a compulsory course for killers, Li Muyu's work efficiency is extremely high. The letter he handed over was very concise and clear, and he also attached his own annotations.

"Second sister."

When he walked over, Li Muyou stopped and reached out to grab his sleeve. Then Fang Xiwen sat down next to her.

"Thank you for your hard work during this period."

"No, I'm very happy." She turned her head and smiled. "I can completely beat Fang Qingxiao in this matter. The more I do, the more excited I am."

"Ha, okay."

Leaning against her and smelling the pleasant scent on her, Fang Xiwen felt a little weird.

Things had gone sour after he had been "surprise attacked" in the bath not long before.

"As long as you are the one holding the knife."

However, although Li Muyu said this, he still did this and that to him.

Does this mean that she has romantic feelings for him? Or, is it because she wants to compete with Fang Qingxiao that she did that?

"Xiwen," Li Muyou shook him lightly, eyebrows curved, "Although Second Sister wants to keep leaning on her, you are here to do business, right?"

"Uh, yes."

Li Muyou reached out and pulled out a piece of paper from the bottom, but did not hand it to him. Instead, he shook it in front of him and smiled, "Are you remembering what happened that night?"

"No, second sister, give me the things."

"You're lying. I almost screamed out loud at that time," the woman said, slowly leaning closer to his ear. "If you can still hold it in from now on, I'll continue to 'help' you."

"Bring it!"

Fang Xiwen snatched the envelope, her face full of anger: "How did you become like this? Return my gentle sister Mu You to me!"

"My second sister is right here~"

In fact, Li Muyu had been a bit sinister a long time ago, but she was too self-abased at the time and was afraid that the home she had finally found would abandon her, so she looked so timid.

Until now——

"I find that Fang Qingxiao's practice of sparring at every turn is actually not bad. After all, Xiwen is soft-hearted and easy to bully."

"You say I'm angry again!"

"Okay, okay," Li Muyu finally got down to business, and pulled out another piece of paper from underneath, "Here's what you asked me to check, about Ba Dao's whereabouts.

He has been keeping a high profile, so it is relatively easy to investigate him.”

The reason why he asked her to check was because the wedding banquet was approaching, and if Wang Wenxuan could not be there, his plan would be difficult to carry out.

The two set out almost at the same time, one took the ferry and the other walked. As a result, he had been in Shendu for more than a month, but Wang Wenxuan was still on the way.

"He picked several Red Sect strongholds along the way, tested the three great human demons with his swords on Zhou Mountain, and killed them all. He walked away with the wine jug, leaving half the street covered in moonlight... This guy is too cool."

Looking at Wang Wenxuan's outstanding achievements, it would be a lie if he said he was not envious.

It's a pity that Feng Liujian is already dead, and his reputation will only continue to decline.

"He is looking for the proof of the Mysterious Gate. The noble and upright spirit requires a very high character from the practitioner," Li Muyu said, flipping out another piece of paper. "Another point is that the route taken by Tyrant Blade is somewhat similar to the route taken by the governor of Jiangzhou to the capital. These two people may meet."

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen was stunned and remembered the contents of the note.

Not long ago, the cabinet approved a proposal to build a ferry in Jiangzhou on the grounds of making up for the deficit in the national treasury.

However, when the cabinet's official document was just delivered, the prefect Hu Churen refused to execute it. He first dismissed the craftsmen, then submitted a joint memorial, and finally was summoned to the capital by an order from the palace.

It is said that Hu Churen had blood oaths signed by hundreds of people in his hand, and this trip was intended to meet the emperor in person and present the blood oaths.

"No wonder they say the governor of Jiangzhou is in danger..." He understood.

If this blood letter was really presented to the palace, it would appear that the saint was forcing the people to rebel.

The cabinet's proposal would most likely be directly rejected, and Yang Tianxiu's plan to incite civil unrest and force good people to become bandits would be completely ruined.

The Yang Party will never let Hu Churen enter Beijing.

"This note means that it wants me to protect him...Why?"

There are so many experts in the field in the God City, why did they hand it over to him? Just because of what was said at the Qushui meeting?

Wait, there's another variable -

After figuring out the trick, he pulled Li Muyou up and said, "Second sister, help me!"

"Kill who?"

"We are going to rescue people this time. Just listen to me."

~~

Hundreds of miles away from the capital, a group of soldiers were marching on the official road, escorted by a simple horse-drawn carriage. All of them looked tense, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Sitting in the carriage was their great judge, Governor Hu. He was going to the capital to fight for a way of survival for hundreds of thousands of people in Jiangzhou.

It is foreseeable that this road will never be easy.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose in front of them, and in the yellow sand, a man riding a horse was faintly visible, rushing towards the crowd swiftly.

"Enemy attack!!"

Amid the crisp clashing of armor, the soldiers in the rear drew their bows and drew their arrows, and the sound of bowstrings rang out eagerly.

Whoosh whoosh!

"Wang Wenxuan of the Wang family requests to see the governor of Jiangzhou!"

The bright sword light split the yellow sand, and all the arrows in the sky were cut down. Then a huge and upright aura rose up, and everyone felt it in their hearts.

"Ba Dao?!"

There were many people in the army who recognized the other party's identity and shouted immediately: "Stop, don't come over!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Wenxuan immediately drew his sword and stood on his horse, bowed to everyone, and said in a loud voice: "Junior Wang Wenxuan, I would like to see Master Hu!"

Soon, an old voice came from the carriage: "Put down your knives and let him come over."

“But, sir…” “Can’t you hear me?!”

"Yes!"

Soon everyone made way for him, and Wang Wenxuan passed quickly and got off the horse in front of the car.

The curtain opened, revealing a short old man.

His hair was gray and sparse, and his face was covered with many spots, but his eyes were bright and he smiled as soon as he saw him. "Are you the boy from Zhongheng's family? You've grown so big. Come closer and talk."