The king behind the empress

Chapter 16 Invitation
It was only then that Mo Zizai knew that Chen Ying had almost stolen all the treasures he had worked so hard to save up in the treasury.

"Tell me, how much did you sell for?"

"Three...more than 30 taels."

Chen Ying hurriedly said: "Your Highness, the money, the slaves and maidservants did not dare to spend a penny, they are all kept in Qisheng Bank."

"It didn't cost you a penny? You didn't have the last name Zhao in your previous life, did you?"

After Mo Zizai casually complained with weird eyes, he stopped paying attention to this matter, anyway, as long as the money is there, "Do you know the origin of those people who threatened you? What did they ask you to do?"

"Returning to Your Highness, they asked your usual habits, and asked the servants to draw a topographic map of the imperial tomb, and finally asked the servants to dismiss the people who usually serve you at a specific time."

After telling about his crime of reselling, Chen Ying became a little calmer, and said everything like beans poured out of a bamboo tube, "As for their origins, the servants don't know, because they never show their true colors."

"But they have a very clear grasp of the situation of the servants. Not only do they know that the servants have resold Your Highness's treasures, but they even know the exact amount."

"My servant knows that if I let you know, this servant will die. In addition, those people said that the civil and military courts of the whole dynasty regard you as a nail in the flesh, and you will definitely not be spared, so this servant was confused for a while, so... "

"You wait."

Mo Zizai interrupted Chen Ying, and after pondering for a moment, he asked, "You said they even knew the exact amount of the treasures you resold? Are you talking about the amount for a single item or the entire amount?"

"All of them."

Chen Ying nodded sullenly, and said: "That's why the servant sometimes wonders whether Qisheng Bank has leaked the information of the servant."

"It won't be Qisheng Bank. If you are in Qisheng Bank, no one with any status can take away your information, and even if your information is taken, Qisheng Bank will have a record."

Mo Zizai shook his head and vetoed Chen Ying's guess, "They are very cautious in doing things, and they will never leave such a big loophole. Most likely, something went wrong when you sold the stolen goods."

"By the way, which Wenwan stores did you sell your stolen goods to?"

"I don't have any, just one, Tianlufang."

Chen Ying replied: "In the capital, Tianlufang is the largest cultural and entertainment store. Your Highness, your servants want to sell your things, so they can eat them."

"Tianlufang? It's black enough, I gave 80 of my seven or eight million taels."

"After all, these things are not visible, and they can guess that this is your thing, so it can sell for 30, which is already a lot."

"Knowing that it belongs to the king, you dare to accept it. You are so brave."

Mo Zizai silently remembered this name in his heart. The incident of his assassination probably had nothing to do with them.

"Okay, this matter is over. Later, you can go to the bank to get 20 taels, change it into gold, and send it to the king."

"As for the remaining 10 taels, keep it for yourself, and treat it as my king's reward."

"Reward... reward me?"

Chen Ying was stunned by the surprise that fell from the sky. Not only did Mo Zizai not ask him for his crime, but he rewarded him with 10 taels. Was he dreaming?Chen Ying asked with a trembling voice: "Your Highness, really... really rewarded me?"

"It's not considered a reward, it should be regarded as your hard-working money."

Mo Zizai lowered his head and looked at Chen Ying, with an unspeakably cold tone, "You should be very clear about what this king means. After taking this money, what happened today will never happen again."

Hearing Mo Zizai's words, Chen Ying was silent for a moment. He also saw Mo Zizai's plan, and he also knew that there was no turning back after taking the money.

But does he have a choice?Originally, she was a slave who sold herself to the royal family, so why not have some.

Now His Highness kindly gave him 10 taels of selling money, even if he didn't give a cent, wouldn't he have to risk his life?
"Your Highness is merciful. From now on, this servant will be His Majesty's pawn. Wherever His Highness points, the servant will fight."

Chen Ying did not kowtow again, but bowed deeply to Mo Zizai, and then silently stood beside Mo Zizai's elephant.

After beating Chen Ying, Mo Zizai didn't say any more. He had already said it thoroughly, and Chen Ying should have understood it very well.

In the sky, after fighting for a long time, the two finally stopped.

Xue Wanche was afraid of Zhou Qi's sword energy, and Zhou Qi's overall strength was not as good as Xue Wanche's, so the two were considered a tie.

"Damn, it's not my own sword intent, it's useless to look at it."

Xue Wanche glanced at Du Zihui's body on the ground, and spit out a little depressed, this time it was really a big loss.

Not to mention that Du Zihui was not saved, he also offended Mo Zizai for nothing, the most important thing is that from Zhou Qi's sword intent, he didn't understand anything except domineering, it's really fucking depressed.

It's just that Zhou Qi's sword intent later on made Xue Wanche feel a little strange, it looked particularly stiff and rigid, as if the sword intent didn't belong to him.

And there are times when Zhou Qi doesn't need to use his sword intent at all, but he insists on using it forcefully. There is a special deliberate feeling that if it is a life-and-death fight, he would have killed Zhou Qi several times with just relying on these flaws. up.

But now it's not life and death, so he has nothing to do.

Since there is no benefit now, and Du Zihui is dead, Xue Wanche naturally didn't want to fight Zhou Qi anymore, he jumped back to the ground, bowed his hands to Mo Zizai and apologized: "My lord, what is the duty of the lower official, I have offended you just now. I also wish Wang Ye Haihan."

"It's okay."

Mo Zizai waved his hand indifferently, and said, "Take his body away, and then clean up the street, so as not to scare pedestrians."

"..."

Xue Wanche, who was treated as a cleanser, was silent for a moment, and then said sullenly: "Yes, my lord, I will let you take care of me."

The efficiency of Tianjing Guards was still very high. In less than a minute, Du Zihui's body and some traces of fighting were cleaned up by them.

And Xue Wanche, who finished all this, didn't say a word, and left directly with the people of Tianjing Guard. As for the follow-up of Mo Zizai's murder in the street, let the big bosses of the imperial court have a headache, and he has nothing to do with Tianjing Guard .

After Xue Wanche left, Mo Zizai wanted to continue driving to the palace, but was stopped by another person.

"Yang Yanzhang, I've seen King Zizai."

Yang Yanzhang, about thirty years old, dressed in a green shirt and very handsome, stood outside the guard of honor and saluted Mo Zizai.

"Yang Yanzhang?"

Hearing this name, Mo Zizai's eyes narrowed slightly. Yang Yanzhang's father was the Chief Assistant of the Cabinet and Minister of the Ministry of Officials, but the old minister's position in the court had always been neutral. What would his son suddenly stand up for?Are you also looking for trouble?
"My lord, don't get me wrong, Yang is not here to ask for trouble."

As if he had guessed what Mo Zizai was thinking, Yang Yanzhang quickly clarified: "Yang is only entrusted by someone to send an invitation to the prince."

"Invitation, what invitation?"

Mo Zizai waved his hand, signaling the guards in front to get out of the way and let Yang Yanzhang in.

"I don't dare to go in, what if someone who treats me as the king of assassins also gets killed."

Yang Yanzhang was joking, but he didn't stop. He walked directly into the guard of honor and came in front of Mo Zizai.

"Who doesn't know that the eldest young master of the Yang family has great literary talents, but he has no power to restrain a chicken. Even if this king says that you intend to assassinate him, someone must believe it."

Regarding Yang Yanzhang's irony, Mo Zizai returned it mercilessly.

"Whether others believe it or not, is it important to the prince?"

Seeing that Mo Zizai didn't suffer at all, Yang Yanzhang gave a wry smile, stopped talking about that, and said straight to the point: "Your Highness, there will be a literary meeting in the Guozijian in a few days, and Yang has been entrusted by someone to send a gift to the prince." An invitation."

(End of this chapter)