Delicate and difficult to coax, the sick and spoiled son pinches his waist and spoils him wildly

Chapter 69 A good choice
"Immediately send someone to stop the letter. If the letter gets into Shen Fu's hands, you will be sold in a brothel." Wang Miaoyan's face was extremely ugly at this time, full of anxiety, the maid did not dare to stay any longer, and hurriedly went to work.

That old thing is really thoughtful, and he still can't keep it.

It seems that Jiang Wu must be dealt with as soon as possible.

A moment later, there will be more accidents.

Originally, Shen Fu was supposed to complete the case and return to Beijing three days ago, but he was secretly tripped up by the Wang family, so he delayed his return until now.

Today, Shen Fu is still in a camp in a town five hundred miles away from the capital, and the case is in the final stage.

Shen Fu is used to killing decisively, and the local snake who was so arrogant a few days ago is also trembling in front of Shen Fu.

After he gave orders to the officials here, he was pushed out in a wheelchair by his subordinates.

The two figures outside the camp seemed to be talking in a low voice. Seeing Shen Fu coming out, An Liu quickly hid his left hand behind his back, and knelt down to Shen Fu as usual.

"Your Highness."

"Hand over it."

"You... what are you talking about?" An Liu Rumang was on his back, and that cold gaze fell on him as if looking at a dead man, causing his pressure to increase suddenly, and the hands hidden behind his back tightened.

He thought his movements were concealed, but he didn't want to be noticed by Shen Fu sharply.

Several subordinates around felt weird about his hiding and hiding. Under Shen Fu's icy gaze, he could only take the initiative to stretch out his hand and present the things in his hand to Shen Fu.

But in An Liu's palm, there is only a jade pendant of not-so-good quality.

"This is from my subordinate's home. I am afraid that it will attract suspicion and cause trouble, so I don't want to take it out. Don't blame it, Your Highness."

The big case that Shen Fu came out to handle this time involved many, even related to the interests of the family. In just a few days, he was assassinated dozens of times, and four traitors were caught around him, so he must be careful everywhere.

An Jiu who was next to him helped him speak: "Your Highness, it's just a jade pendant. An Liu has been with you for so many years and is still very loyal."

The rest of the people dispelled their doubts one after another, only Shen Fu's expression remained unchanged.

Gradually, the people around couldn't help but hold their breath, the silence was like death, and the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.

Shen Fu looked at An Liu for a while, then raised his slender hand bones, and a person who was hidden in the darkness appeared, with fierce movements, kicking An Liu's chest.

The opponent's martial arts were much higher than An Liu's, An Liu couldn't react at all, his head was pressed into the mud, he was in a state of embarrassment, and his bent joints were in severe pain.

The man in black pulled out the letter pinned to An Liu's left back waist, restrained his momentum, bowed his waist and put his hands in front of Shen Bie in awe.

An Liu vomited blood, his eyes showed shock and panic, and he wanted to snatch it, but was held down.

Shen Fu opened the letter that had been opened, and quickly glanced at it, exuding a cold and sinister aura around him.

An Liu's head was buried very low, and at a certain moment, An Liu felt that he was no different from a dead person.

The people around were trembling with fear, no one dared to look at Shen Fu, and couldn't help guessing what was in that letter?
Could it be that An Liu really betrayed his master?
An Liu kowtowed deeply and said: "This subordinate is also thinking about His Highness, Jiang Wu is causing trouble everywhere, so many people are staring at you, if you intervene in this kind of thing, it will do you a lot of harm and no benefit!"

An Jiu was shocked, "It's just about Jiang Wu? What trouble did she get into?"

"She has a grudge against the old lady, and she plans to poison the old lady at the birthday banquet, but she doesn't want to poison the daughter of the Yuan Ling Shi family. Now she has been put in a prison and is waiting to be punished."

These days, more than one letter from Nanny Xu was sent, but all of them were stopped by An Liu and burned.

This is the only letter that can reach Shen Bie.

"Your Highness, that woman caused troubles everywhere, and she deserved to be punished for what happened to her. You must not interfere with this matter, or you may be caught and be accused of it."

"When will I need you to tell me what to do?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

Several people knelt down in fright. They had all stayed by Shen Fu's side for a long time, knowing that once Shen Fu's patience was exhausted, no matter who it was, they would kill as they said.

"Go down and get punished."

An Liu's face was gray and defeated, "I obey."

The cold wind whistling all around, Shen tied up his robes, pinched the crumpled letter paper, and said uncompromisingly: "Go back to Beijing."

"Yes."

It's night in the capital, the long street is quiet after the curfew, the street lanterns are shaking, and it's deserted.

Chen Xingye went to the dungeon in a carriage. There were many people in the daytime, so it was more convenient to see Jiang Wu at night.

He jumped out of the carriage and found that the two guards at the gate of the dungeon were not there. He just thought he was dodging and didn't think much about it.

Just as he was walking towards the dungeon, someone suddenly covered his head with a black cloth bag from behind and covered his mouth tightly.

Before Chen Xingye could struggle a few times, a sap hit his shoulder heavily, and he fell limply to the ground and passed out.

On the spacious and luxurious carriage, the black cloth bag covering Chen Xingye's head was removed, and a cup of cold tea was poured on the unconscious Chen Xingye's face.

"Who? Which dog dares to..."

Chen Xingye was about to curse angrily, but when he saw the person in front of him clearly, his arrogance dissipated instantly.

"Wang, Miss Wang..."

He was stunned at first, and then panicked.

In the large carriage, apart from Wang Miaoyan sitting there, the rest was the murderous black-clothed killer, with the murder weapon in his hand glowing coldly.

And he was tightly bound with hemp rope, there was no chance of escape.

Wang Miaoyan crossed her legs lazily and gracefully, playing with a dangerous dagger in her hand, "Master Chen, you said that if I kill you here and then throw your body into the moat, how long will it take for someone to find out?"

Chen Xingye was still forcing a smile on his face: "You are joking, I have no grievances with you, why did you kill me? Besides, what good will you gain by killing me?"

"Didn't Mr. Chen hook up with Jiang Wu recently, and want to fight against my Wang family?" Wang Miaoyan gently gestured at his neck with a knife.

"How could I get involved with that kind of person? You must have misunderstood." Chen Xingye smiled compensatingly, his body tensed and his back drenched in cold sweat, trying to deceive Wang Miaoyan, "She will be dragged out in a few days and beheaded everywhere." , of course I won't..."

However, Wang Miaoyan's next sentence completely changed his face.

"The jailer you caught last night committed suicide in the dungeon not long ago."

Ever since Jiang Wu was imprisoned in the dungeon, the Wang family had planted eyeliners in the dungeon, but unfortunately Chen Xingye didn't know about it.

Chen Xingye's expression was extremely stiff, there is no such thing as committing suicide in fear of crime, it can only be the killer of Wang's family!
"Now it's Master Chen's turn."

He trembled and said urgently: "I am also an official of the court after all, if you kill me, you won't be afraid of being found out on you!"

Wang Miaoyan seemed to have heard some joke, and snorted, "Master Chen, don't worry, my Wang family has always done things neatly and without leaving any traces. I have plenty of ways to fix your death on others."

She bent down and whispered to Chen Xingye's ear, "Jiang Wu, for example, is a good choice."

(End of this chapter)