Chapter 987

"Yes, my subordinates are worried about it," Pang Yi said with a worried face. "If Wansui knows what has been found in Ma Zhiming '

"You're right. Long live will seize every opportunity to defeat King Pingxi, so even if he can realize that King Pingxi is not the real murderer behind the scenes, but is framed by others, he will choose to open one eye and close one eye, and plan to defeat King Pingxi in the death," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, sighed softly, and said again, "this man is really steady and ruthless, It's natural to find out the father's temperament by pointing out the real murderer behind the scenes. It's also calculated that the father will never let such a good opportunity to crush the west king. "

"What shall we do now?" Kong Wenmin frowned and said, "since the trap was set up by others, it must have been spread to the ears of the Lord. If the Lord does not report this to the Lord, then the Lord will doubted that he is protecting the West King of Ping. At that time, the person behind the scenes may throw another calculation and turn the Lord and the west king into the real murderer behind the assassination of the fourth prince. If it is true In that case, it's not good. "

"Yes, my attitude towards him has always been unclear, and I used to hate repression. If at this time, I should associate King Pingxi with him, my situation..." Pang Yi frowned deeply and twisted out a word of "Sichuan". Later, he could not speak any more, but everyone knew what he wanted to say.

If Zhong Zhiheng really classified Pingxi Wang and Zhong Mingwei as one party, Zhong Mingwei would not even have to do it, and he would have no life to leave the capital alive.

"So tomorrow morning, I have to go to the palace to see the saint." Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice.

Pang Yi looks nervously at Zhong Mingwei: "Sir, are you going to report to the long live master that Zhou Youan and Rongqin's palace have a close relationship with the murder of the fourth prince?"

"No," said Zhong Mingwei, shaking his head and sipping his tea. "Now the father's mind is not about the murder of the fourth prince, but about the king of Pingxi, so I can only choose what the father likes to hear."

Kong Wenmin was shocked: "Sir, you are going to report to long live that Ma Zhiming is the murderer of the fourth prince, and King Pingxi is behind the scenes?"

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak. As he put down his tea cup, he went to the back of the desk and took a brush from the pen holder. Pang Yi hurriedly took a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table. Then he stood at the table with Kong Wenmin and watched Zhong Mingwei write deeply. Then he dropped his pen on the rice paper

The eyes of Pang Yi and Kong Wenmin were up and down with the soft brush. The more they looked at their expressions, the more shocked they were. Then they could not hide their joy and excitement. When Zhong Mingwei finished the last word, Pang Yi and Kong Wenmin both breathed deeply. Then they met each other and laughed silently.

"Sir, this letter is very important. Let's send it to the northwest camp in person!" When Zhong Mingwei put down his brush, Kong Wenmin was so busy that he volunteered.

"No, I'm afraid your whereabouts have been stared at for a long time. It's said that you can send letters, even the capital can't get them." Zhong Mingwei said in a slow voice. He took an envelope out of the drawer with his head down and breathed into it.

Pang Yi was so busy that he threw his fist and said, "my Lord, my subordinates..."

"You can't do more," Zhong Mingwei said without raising his head, folding the letter and putting it into the envelope. Then he took his eyes to see Pang Yi. "There are more people staring at you than at him. Besides, you are not allowed to go anywhere because he is about to give birth."