Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 23 Did the cannon ring after the horse?
Xie Cijiu raised his eyebrows very quickly: "Please come in."

"Yes." Hongxue turned back and called for someone.

Jiang Lu said dissatisfiedly: "It's time to come, what are you doing?"

Jiang Jin glanced at him and didn't speak, but his attitude was obviously tacit.

Xie Cijiu subconsciously touched the leaves of the gardenia, "They are here, but I almost had an accident. They have to come and see what they say, otherwise how can I explain to the higher-ups?"

Jiang Lu: "That's right, it's just an afterthought."

Soon Hongxue led Murong Wen and the two Jin Yiwei in.

As soon as Murong Wen stepped into the main hall, he felt that the atmosphere here was not right. He quickly scanned around, took a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, and knew it well.

He politely saluted Xie Cijiu: "I have seen the princess, it is useless to surprise the princess, please punish the princess."

Xie Cijiu withdrew his hand, looked down at Murong Wen, and said in a low voice, "How did you get the news?"

Murong Wen originally wanted to get up, but hearing her question made him feel uncomfortable, so he continued to kneel down on one knee, "Xiaozhi brought people here because the night watchman said that there was a fight in the palace."

Jiang Lu stared at the words, "You—"

Xie Cijiu raised his eyes and glanced at him, implying a warning, Jiang Lu's heart trembled, and he closed his mouth embarrassingly, but after thinking about it, his face blushed for no reason.

At least Yan Zhihui felt baffled.

Staring at you can make you blush?What's in the thing on the top of your neck?

Jiang Jin just twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't speak from the beginning to the end.

Xie Cijiu was silent for a long time, finally ordered some cases and said: "Lord Murong, get up."

Murong Wen secretly gritted his teeth, "Thank you Princess."

Is this a blow to him?

"The killers have been subdued, and I am safe and sound. You can go back, sir. We will meet at the gate of the city at three o'clock tomorrow."

Murong Wen: "...Isn't the princess going to investigate this matter? The killer is so rampant, in case he comes later—"

Xie Cijiu looked at him suspiciously: "Is this matter not within the scope of Jin Yiwei's responsibility?"

Murong Wen: "Huh? At..."

"Then why ask me?"

Yan Zhihui felt like laughing when he heard it. I haven't seen her for a while. She is good at being serious and choking people.

To put it simply, this conversation is: This matter is under your control, and you should investigate it. Will you listen if I don’t ask you to investigate it?Why don't you ask me if you don't know how to listen?
It's like taking off your pants and farting.

Murong Wen was speechless.

Jiang Jin and Jiang Lu looked at each other, Jiang Jin coughed lightly, picked up the tea at hand, and used the tea lid to poke the tea leaves floating on it.

Murong Wen glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and found himself a step down, "Since that's the case, the humble officer will resign first, and don't disturb the princess's rest."

Xie Cijiu waved his hand.

The moment Murong Wen turned around, his face darkened.

The two subordinates followed him without daring to breathe.

When the people walked away, Jiang Lu asked: "Miss, if you just don't give them a good face, you won't be afraid that they will come to Beijing and sue you in front of His Majesty in the future?"

Xie Cijiu chuckled: "There is nothing to be afraid of. Whether I behave well or badly makes no difference to the emperor. What's more, he is in the city and you are outside the city. You can come here immediately, but Jin Yiwei is slow. It's too late, what else can I say."

"That's right. I was angry when I saw him like that just now. He's just a dog under the emperor's seat. Really..."

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense." Jiang Jin gave him a look, and he had no clue all day long.

"Miss has been busy all night, and she is already tired enough. You can say a few words and go."

"Yes……"

Jiang Lu was dragged away by Jiang Jin, but his personal guards were left behind to protect Xie Cijiu.

Xie Cijiu looked at the night like ink, and his heart was much heavier than what appeared on the surface.

(End of this chapter)