Thanks to Yangxinsem, the thief went to the monthly vote.

Liu Ze walked around nearby, and was busy everywhere, checking out the servants he was looking for everywhere. Everyone was very busy and had no time to pay attention to him. Even the courtesy that he would stand by the road when he met him, he would no longer have the courtesy to stand by the road when he was usually met.

Cheng Mo was very afraid of Chen Ding, or wasn't afraid of Chen Ding, but Min Xian, or was afraid of him? He walked back while thinking, could Cheng Mo have guessed that Min Xian had sent a letter of complaint, and it was all my instruction? Haven't I picked myself out yet?

When he returned to the courtyard, Old Du looked anxious and said, "Prince, it's already half past two hours... the things have not been packed yet."

As a king, I will never feel wronged at any time. Although I live here for a while, I bring all the things I used to everyday, such as incense burners for incense and bronze cups for drinking tea. It seems nothing, but it takes a lot of time to pack it up. If I don’t pack it up now, when King Bei'an comes to drive people away, you blame me for not getting it done.

Liu Ze sighed, really unwilling to leave like this, but Cheng Mo shamelessly avoided his wife's yard. He could not run to pull him out and force him to agree to live here, right? He wanted to do this, but the key was that he couldn't do it, and the Yuedong Gate could not enter.

"Carry it off, I'll talk to Goro again."

"Prince, let's leave those bronze tripods." Old Du said carefully: "Buried here first, wait for convenience in the future, and then come and pick it up."

Chen Ding is so terrible. These bronze cauldrons are too eye-catching. Once they fall into his eyes, the crime of treason is indispensable. Why not bury them in the Bei'an Palace first and then take them after they are done. If Chen Ding arises suspicion, Liu Ze has no banned objects. Chen Ding will not be able to make a charge at will and put Liu Ze in jail. Liu Ze is still the King of Jingzhou and the royal family. If this is true, the government and the people will be shocked and the royal family will be furious.

Liu Ze couldn't bear to leave the bronze tripod. These tripods were his beloved treasures. They would never leave them and would often play with them, otherwise they wouldn't have been taken from Jingzhou to the capital from thousands of miles away.

Seeing his face appearing embarrassed, Old Du advised: "As long as you hide well, the King of Bei'an doesn't know, the prince can have less trouble. If the prince is accomplished, he will send someone to the Prince of Bei'an to retrieve it."

It is a proper way to bury things in the Bei'an Palace. As long as no one knows, there will naturally be no danger of losing them. Liu Ze was about to agree, but remembered the scene he saw along the way, his face froze and said, "If it is found, wouldn't it be bad?"

This is his beloved thing and must not be missed.

Old Du lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said, "They turned over the soil by themselves. The slaves buried the bronze cauldron in the soil they turned over. Is it better to bury it there?"

It’s not good to bury anywhere. Liu Ze thought to himself that I wouldn’t feel at burying wherever I was. His eyes rolled around, and his eyes stopped on a green vine on the west side, and said, “This vine was fertilized and turned over a few days ago, so just bury it under the vine.”

Lao Du thought for a while and said, "No."

I had to do this, and buried it somewhere else, so the prince was worried.

There were servants such as Xiao Shuang who were patrolling near the courtyard. In the distance, there were guards such as A Fei and others monitoring it. It was not easy to dig the ground in the courtyard. Old Du had an idea and said loudly: "The prince used nothing. As the saying goes, wealth should not be exposed. Since you have to clean up, you should close the door to avoid being looked at by others."

Xiaoshuang, who was staring at the gate of the courtyard not far away, curled her lips and said to herself: "As far as you are in such a down-and-out manner, what can fall into my Lang's eyes? It's so ugly that people are making trouble."

Lao Du just pretended that he didn't hear it, and walked over quickly, and with a bang, he closed the courtyard door and inserted the door bolt.

A Fei, who looked out from the whistle, frowned: "How can I close the gate of the courtyard in broad daylight?"

He was condescending, even if he closed the gate, he could see the courtyard of the small courtyard. But he was far away and could only see a rough look. He immediately explained to his companions, jumped a few times, stopped on nearby trees, looked down at the courtyard, and saw the scenery of the courtyard.

"What did the old eunuch do next to the green vine?" A Fei said to himself in a strange mood.

In the courtyard, near the ear chamber, there is an old vine with lush branches and leaves. Some branches have climbed up to the roof. The green leaves are as big as a palm, layered, blocking most of the sunshine for the ear chamber.

At this time, Old Du tied up his wide sleeves, bent down and tried hard to wield the iron to dig the soil. He had never done heavy work before, and he was so tired that he was breathing.

Another guard went over to help, and soon dug a deep hole two feet square, buried a brocade bag, and filled the soil.

"What the hell?" A Fei saw Lao Du hunching over and sweeping some dry sand hot from the sun from the flowerbed in the dug area, pretending to be untouched, and couldn't help but straighten his eyes. The things buried just now must be treasures, otherwise Lao Du wouldn't be so careful.

Lao Du finished it, looked left and right, and confirmed that there was no flaw, so he washed his hands and face with satisfaction, went into the house to clean up the fineness, A Fei touched his chin, and continued to squat on the tree.

After leaving the courtyard, Cheng Mo went straight to the study and practiced for a while. Zhang Qing came and sat down to have tea together.

Zhang Qing sat opposite him, watching his slender and fair fingers flexibly burn the cup, and said in confusion: "Fifth Brother, are you still in the mood to drink tea?"

He heard that Shen Ding brought people to the Bei'an Palace in a fierce manner, and he was so scared that he was gone. He rushed over. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Cheng Mo practicing calligraphy as if nothing had happened. When he saw him coming, he put down his pen to cook water and tea. He only saw leisure on Cheng Mo's face, and could not see nervousness. He couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, and was deeply moved. How broad is the fifth brother's heart?

In the eyes of court officials and nobles, Shen Ding is known as the living king of hell. Wherever he goes, he will be in trouble.

Cheng Mo put a cup of hot tea in front of him and said, "I drink the new tea a little light, you can try it."

"What tea do you still drink now? Hurry up and find a way to deal with someone named Shen." Zhang Qing was anxious. The King of Hell was easy to see, the little devil was difficult to deal with, and the emperor trusted him. Even if Shen Ding couldn't do anything to Cheng Mo in the end, he would be enough for Cheng Mo to drink a pot of it.

Wu Kong also came, only a little later than Zhang Qing, his face turned pale, and as soon as he entered the door, he said, "Prince, it's rumored that Shen Tingwei came over to get people, but it's true?"

After receiving the news, he was so scared that his legs were weak. If he hadn't insisted on himself, he would have been afraid that he would not be able to move. He would have been afraid that he would have seen the ground full of chaos in the mansion. The Bei'an Palace had been copied by Shen Ding. It would have been better to hear Gouzi say at the door of the mansion that Cheng Mo and Zhang Qing were talking in the study.

"Well," Cheng Mo nodded: "I did take someone, Min Zimin, the assistant of the King of Jingzhou, was taken into the Tingwei Office."

"Oh, my fifth brother, why are you keeping this unlucky guy doing in the mansion? You should have swept the floor and left the house long ago." Zhang Qing stood up in a flash: "I'll let him get out now."

After saying that, it went like a gust of wind.

Wu Kong's rare thing not only did not stop him, but instead tried to persuade Cheng Mo: "Your Majesty ignores him, don't be a good person anymore. If it's because of him, it makes Your Majesty feel disappointed, wouldn't it be worth the loss?"
Chapter completed!