Start with detective Li Yuanfang

Chapter 181 Tuyuhun was destroyed by my grandfather, you still dare to be arrogant?

"I'll take you with me!"

Li Yan waved away his sense of sight, looked at Shangguan Wan'er's serious appearance, and nodded.

After affirming the child's efforts, Li Yan warned again: "Don't be clever, the silver needle in your hand has a certain degree of suddenness and lethality, but if you really want to defend yourself, you can't do it unless you encounter life and death. Crisis, the moment of last resort, don't take it out at ordinary times, understand?"

Shangguan Wan'er blinked her eyes and let out an oh.

When Li Yan said something, whether she listened to it or not, her temperament began to change.

Before, he was in power and full of energy. Although he was young, he had a certain bearing.

But since he practiced consciousness-only strength last night, he has further learned to restrain his edge.

At this time, it was intentional, the eyes became calm, and the facial contours seemed to be softened a bit.

In addition to wearing casual clothes, Li Yan came forward to salute, and he was a bit fat and harmless to humans and animals: "My lord, Li Yan, can you visit the little prince to see how his condition is, and whether the evidence in the relic pedestal is related to him? Doesn't matter?"

Wei Chengqing's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately said: "Mr. Li Xiaolang is willing to come forward, that would be great, so I won't have to wait to visit again!"

Princess Honghua just wiped her tears, Murong Nuohebo yelled: "Wei Inspector, are you joking, what qualifications does this brat have to see my son?"

Wei Chengqing pretended to be stunned: "Ah, the old man really forgot to introduce, this Mr. Li Xiaolang is Li Gong's grandson, and he is still old with Tuyuhun."

Murong Nuohebo's expression froze: "Mr. Li? Which Mr. Li?"

Wei Chengqing smiled but not a smile: "Of course it is Duke Wei who destroyed Fuyun!"

Murong Nuohebo's anger was mostly extinguished immediately.

Fu Yun was his grandfather and the last khan king of Tuyuhun.

During the reign of Zhenguan, Li Shimin sent envoys to Tuyuhun's border, and expressed his goodwill many times. As a result, none of them repented.

Li Shimin stopped pressing Fu Yun and sent Li Jing directly.

In the ninth year of Zhenguan, Li Jing led his army to defeat Tuyuhun, chasing and killing Fu Yun all the way, forcing Fu Yun to a desperate situation.

One said that he committed suicide by hanging himself, and the other said that he was killed by his subordinates. Anyway, the head of the Khan of a country was cut off and presented to Li Jing by the Tuyuhun people.

At that point, Tuyuhun was essentially subjugated, but at that time the Tang Dynasty was still waiting to be rebuilt, and had not yet recovered from the chaotic times of the end of the Sui Dynasty.

It was difficult for the Tang people to rule Qinghai, so they supported a puppet Khan named Murong Shun.

This name is very real, because this person has been a proton in Datang for a long time, regards Datang as his real father, and is extremely filial.

It's a pity that filial piety belongs to filial piety, and ability is not enough. Even if Li Daliang, the governor of Liangzhou, supported him with elite soldiers, he was assassinated by powerful officials shortly after returning to China.

After Murong Shun's death, it was Murong Nuohebo's turn. At first, he couldn't do it. After Princess Honghua entered Tuyuhun, she suppressed and disintegrated the powerful officials and helped him tidy up the rivers and mountains.

And he grew up in Tuyuhun, which coincided with the period when Li Jing destroyed the country. He was so familiar with the name of Duke Wei that he didn't dare to wet the bed at night.

At this time, Murong Nuohebo was over half a century old, and the shadows of his childhood were still there, and his temper suddenly changed: "It turns out that it is Mr. Li Xiaolang, after the door, he is a good-looking talent!"

Li Yan was amused in his heart, and bowed his hands together: "The Lord of Qinghai Miao Zan, I want to visit the little prince, I wonder if it is possible?"

Murong Nuohebo glanced at his wife.

Princess Honghua covered her forehead with her hand, seemingly wiping away her tears, but actually scrutinized Li Yan carefully.

After watching for a while, he felt that the threat was not too great, and seeing that Governor Wei did not give up, he nodded his chin.

Murong Nuo Hebo waved his hands: "Since that's the case, you take Mr. Li Xiaolang to the back house to meet Fu'er, clear away the suspicion, and let my son recover from his illness with peace of mind."

The eight elite guards stepped forward and half knelt, and they all said loudly: "Follow the king's order!"

Li Yan turned around, exchanged glances with Wei Shi's uncle and nephew, and silently uttered a sentence: "Take my Jing Jie!"

Wei Zhenxuan understood, and quickly left to inform the envoys.

And Li Yan went out of the side hall, took off the chain knife on his waist, and handed it to Shangguan Wan'er.

Shangguan Wan'er understood, she held the knife in her arms naturally, and followed.

"In front is the little prince's dormitory."

The eight guards came to the front of the house together in the name of protection, but in fact they were monitoring.

Before entering, the strong smell of soup and medicine hits the face.

Li Yan said: "It seems that the little prince is seriously ill. When the princess called for someone just now, she didn't know that his son was sick. Why did the medicine smell so strong in just a short time? Was it a sudden illness?"

The guards looked at each other, not daring to answer.

The room was quiet, and a servant came out after a while, and said with low eyebrows, "The little prince is sick, I dare not neglect, and the soup and medicine are so strong, I hope this young man will forgive me!"

This statement is not entirely an excuse. In the ancient Central Plains dynasty, there were more quack doctors than good doctors, and the medical skills of surrounding countries were often mixed with religious beliefs.

But Li Yan did not agree: "The son of the princess, the body of a thousand gold, how can you be so hasty?"

As he said, he walked quickly inside, the servants couldn't stop him, and the guards followed closely.

Li Yan came to the room, walked around the screen, and saw a boy in brocade clothes lying on the couch, seven or eight years old, frowning tightly, moaning.

This is Murong Fu, the youngest son of Princess Honghua and Murong Nuohebo.

Murong Fu in Tianlong is of course fictional, but from a historical point of view, Gusu Murong's lineage is likely to be the descendants of the Tuyuhun Kingdom.

"Little prince? Little prince?"

Now this little prince, who is also burdened with the dream of restoring the country, curled up on the couch. When Li Yan stepped forward to call, he opened his eyes slightly: "Are you a medical officer who treats Gu? Take the pulse!"

Seeing that he stretched out his arm in preparation, Li Yan didn't have a pulse, and said gently: "I don't know medicine."

The little prince's voice turned cold: "Then what are you doing here?"

Li Yan smiled: "Little prince, don't worry, I am familiar with many imperial physicians in the imperial medical office, especially Liu Yuyi, a disciple of the divine doctor Sun. The imperial doctor will treat you."

The little prince froze when he heard the words, and waved his hands: "I don't know who Sun's doctor is, and I have a headache, you step back!"

Li Yandao: "It's okay, the princess must know the name of Miracle Doctor Sun, you all go to the front hall and report to the princess."

The servant who was serving looked at the little prince, but in desperation took the order.

The little prince turned over, with his back to the two of them, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Li Yan was not in a hurry, and took the chain knife from Shangguan Wan'er's arms, so as not to let her hold Shen and pin it to his waist.

Standing beside him, Shangguan Wan'er was a little impatient at first, but gradually, her heart settled down.

Two figures, one big and one small, waited quietly.

After more than half an hour, the servant finally came back and reported: "Princess has a word that you can't hide from the doctor. If the little prince still feels unwell, I will ask Doctor Liu to come and see him."

The little prince turned over from the couch and sat up slowly: "Go and tell the queen mother, Gu has just drank the soup and slept again, and feels much better, so I don't need to bother that imperial doctor Liu."

After he finished his orders, he looked at Li Yan with a peaceful expression, and said indifferently, "Who are you? Why do you want to see Gu?"

Li Yandao: "The next internal guard should envoy Li Yuanfang, in the hidden compartment of the Buddhist bone relic pedestal in Famen Temple, there is hidden the secret volume of the power of consciousness of Master Xuanzang, this thing is related to an important case in Chang'an, so we are here to investigate the case."

The little prince tensed up slightly, and said in an arrogant tone, "What does this have to do with Gu?"

Li Yandao: "On the pedestal of the relic, we found a knife mark, the angle seems to be hacked by a child, and the little man who worshiped the relic recently is only the little prince."

The little prince sneered: "Others will definitely not be able to cut such marks. Based on this alone, you dare to doubt Gu? It's ridiculous!"

Li Yan looked at the martial frame on one side of the room, and there were five or six precious knives on it: "Did the little prince wear knives in the past?"

The little prince snorted and said, "I'm a good boy like Tuyuhun, so I must wear a sword."

Li Yandao: "Then ask the little prince to show you the saber you usually use, and we can verify it by comparing it."

The little prince sneered again: "There are so many lonely sabers, if you want to check them, go to the warehouse and check them slowly!"

Li Yan didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, I will search slowly, and I can always get clues."

Seeing his plain eyes that seem to be able to penetrate all the secrets, the little prince's complexion changed, and his tone became tougher: "Gu's mother is a princess, and today's saint is an orphan. With an identity like Gu, how could he steal the package?" ? Not to mention cutting off the knife marks, attracting attention! Li Yuanfang, you step back, don't disturb the lonely rest!"

Li Yan smiled, and Shangguan Wan'er spoke for the first time: "How do you know it's a package?"

The little prince was taken aback: "Huh?"

Shangguan Wan'er said: "The secret scroll in the dark compartment was put in a package, but the adults only mentioned that it was a secret scroll, but you said that you stole the package. If you didn't put it, how would you know? What's in the package?"

The little prince's complexion changed several times, and finally he became angry from embarrassment: "Come here, drag her out and slap her hard!"

"Yes!!"

The guards immediately rushed out like wolves and tigers.

Shangguan Wan'er hurriedly went to get the brocade box at her waist, but saw a series of black shadows approaching her, her little face changed color.

Until Li Yan stretched out his hand, the fastest guard fell to his knees before he could respond.

The other seven people are all like this.

In the blink of an eye, all eight elite guards fell down. Li Yan smiled at Shangguan Wan'er: "You can't do it with a little cleverness. When you have no strength, don't stand out rashly."

Shangguan Wan'er said heavily.

The little prince was furious, stood up and shouted: "Presumptuous! Presumptuous! Come on, drag this person along with you and put him in prison!"

Li Yan ignored it, looked outside, and smiled slightly: "Here we are."

The sound of commotion came from afar, approaching rapidly.

A group of people rushed in, led by Wang Xiaojie and Bloomberg.

And Peng Botong was holding the Jingjie in his hand, and it was this thing that made the guards on the mansion throw their hands at the mouse and retreat again and again.

Li Yan stretched out his hand, took Jing Jie, and ordered: "Take the suspect out!"

The little prince rushed to the side very quickly, and reached for the knife: "Gu is the son of Tuyuhun Da Shanyu! Who dares to touch Gu!!"

But just as his fingers touched the handle of the knife, his eyes blurred, and Li Yan, who was ten meters away, appeared in front of him. When he stretched out his hand and pressed it, he became so weak that he couldn't move.

Looking at this so-called prince with a distorted face, Li Yan kindly gave him knowledge of popular science and history: "The real Tuyuhun died long ago at the hands of my grandfather Wei Guogong. He still calls himself an orphan, which makes people laugh..."

"After all, I'm still a child, come here, be gentle when dragging it out!!"

(End of this chapter)