Eternal Love

Chapter 113: Contact (2)

  The one hundred and thirteenth chapter contact (2)

After thinking about it, Zhao Ziheng felt that the whole thing was incredible, not because that person was Yinyin, but because it was puzzling why he was repeatedly assassinated and hunted down? Zhao Ziheng has not forgotten the identity of the real Yinyin and the current Shuer. He believes in Shuer, so what about the real Yinyin?

   "It seems necessary to ask King Zhou to come again, and King Jing."

  Zhao Ziheng spoke indifferently, and Wang Ye could not deny it.

   "But, is it better to be separated?"

  Wang Ye suddenly expressed his opinion, Zhao Ziheng nodded and agreed. If you separate, you may get a different answer. In order to pursue reliability...

  "It is also necessary to invite General Shan to sit down."

  Wang Ye stopped speaking, and chuckled lightly to show his approval.

  "As for her business...so that's it for the time being. Anyway, we are both destined."

  It was only a moment. When the atmosphere calmed down again, Zhao Ziheng's voice suddenly became low, which made Wang Ye's heart cold again, and he couldn't help being funny. Whenever did Zhao Ziheng forget Yinyin?

  "Your body..."

   "Don't worry, I know my own body, even you can't do it, right? What is doomed does not need to be forced."

  Wang Ye wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Zhao Ziheng when he said his words. Wang Ye's heart sank as he listened. As expected, he knew everything. It should be said that Zhao Ziheng who should know already knew, and nothing else would help.

  Zhao Ziheng raised his right hand and pinched the painful forehead with his thumb and index finger, and said: "If you have nothing to do, let's go."

  Wang Ye knew that Zhao Ziheng was very uncomfortable, but he was also very helpless, so he nodded and left, because at this time, Zhao Ziheng needed time alone.

The next day, unexpectedly, since Zhao Ziheng and Zhou Cheng met, they have been in good condition. Although they still look a little tired, they are still stable. Today is an important day for Zhao Guo, because it was given by Dongfang Yan. However, whether Zhao Guo and Zhao Ziheng are the same, they have never been in a panic because of this deadline.

At first, Dongfang Yan asked for the answer to Zhao Ziheng as before, and Zhao Ziheng's answer was the same as before. It was not until Dongfang Yan made a request that Zhao Ziheng's unchanging complexion flashed slightly, so fast that Dongfang Yan could not catch it. ...

   "I think this requirement is not excessive."

   "No, I refuse."

   "Why? Does King Zhao want to shield a murderer?"

"I don’t mean that. First, she is not a murderer, let alone a criminal. Second, I can’t take the initiative to hand over people who can’t prove the murderer to you. It turned into an unjust case."

  In the Imperial Study Room, Zhao Ziheng and his important courtiers, as well as Dongfang Yan and his subordinates, the conversation between the two monarchs made the atmosphere become tense, as if the flames of war were on the horizon. Of course, because they were in the Palace of King Zhao, the ministers of refining the country obviously had many concerns.

  "Is this not enough to show that you, Wang Zhao, deliberately want to shield the murderer?"

  Dongfang Yan’s previous goodwill for Zhao Ziheng is completely gone at this moment, and some are just angry.

   "Of course not, I said, I must not let anyone die unjustly until the truth is found out."

  Zhao Ziheng replied coldly.

"You always use this reason to perfuse me. Isn't it enough to explain when there are human and physical evidence? In that case, who else is there besides her? You said you want me to give you time to investigate and deal with the mastermind behind it. , I believe, but now that the deadline has come, I just asked you for the murderer at the time and let it go. I didn't expect you to protect her by saying that she was not the murderer? Are you fooling me?"

"I am not shielding or slandering, but I just hope you can think about it more rationally. As far as I know, the Eastern princess possesses extraordinary martial arts, but after investigation, the murderer has no power to restrain the chicken, so how could he kill him? The Eastern princess with stunts? The facts are obviously planted and blamed."

"I don't want to hear these. I only know that my daughter died in your Zhao Kingdom's palace, and the only murderer was the woman who was present at the time. You said she had no power to bind a chicken? Well, even if it is the case, then mine The daughter still died tragically in the palace. How do you explain this? Who doesn’t know that King Zhao’s palace is more tightly guarded under the leadership of King Zhao you, Zhao, there are some things I don’t want to say so clearly, so I only hope that Zhao Wang hand over the murderer and let me take it back for disposal. Then I will accept Zhao Guo again. I think this request should be very fair. This is my last concession. I hope Zhao Wang will not embarrass me again."

In all fairness, Dongfang Yan is very generous not to let the relationship between the two countries become rigid because he died of a princess. Now that he has retreated and retreated, it has given enough face and lowered requirements, which is even more of a great blessing, even if it is Zhao Guo's important minister. , I have to think so. It depends on Zhao Ziheng's words to see whether the relationship between the two countries will break.

"I’m sorry for the death of the Eastern Princess. I don’t deny that this is indeed our negligence. There are exceptions to everything. This time is an accident. I hope King Lian can understand. Indeed, I also feel very sad that King Lian lost his daughter. However, does King Lian consider that the so-called'murderer' in your mouth also has his own parents? She is just being used as a substitute for death. Could it be that King Lian wants me to see a life die like this with my own eyes?"

   Facing Dongfang Yan’s anger head-on, Zhao Ziheng still explained it calmly and calmly. Facing King Lian’s anger, he could only forbear.