The poison that can control people is so powerful that mu Zhihuan knows better than others, so she can't imagine that if Jiang zisu took this medicine to the officials above the court on the Lantern Festival, the whole Dawei might really become something in his bag.

Gu Mingxuan also knew the seriousness of the matter, so his face was not very good since he came back from the barracks.

Dendrobium is not a fool. He knows that mu Zhihuan is afraid to eliminate himself from this matter, so he doesn't ask much now. As long as his relationship with the master is restored, he will always know the truth.

Mu Zhihuan returned the Dendrobium to the shop and walked with Gu Mingxuan on the streets of the capital at night.

The cold wind was biting, and mu Zhihuan's face hurt a little. She rubbed her face with her warm hand: "what should we do now? If the real culprit behind all this is Jiang zisu, we have no evidence."

Although they can guess from the nature of the poison, the strange old man who uses master Dendrobium is Jiang zisu.

But it's just speculation. There's no direct relationship between the two. Besides, even if they really have evidence to prove that Jiang zisu is a traitor, who can they ask for help?

Thinking of this problem, mu Zhihuan couldn't help wilting. Gu Mingxuan took her hand and warmed it in his palm: "have you forgotten another Zhennan?"

"He is a senior official of the Ministry of officials. It shouldn't be difficult for him to distinguish several officials who can't be. It's best to mobilize the army. In this way, we can be better prepared."

Mu Zhi Huan pursed her lips: "did you say that Zhennan would detail us?"

Gu Mingxuan shrugged his shoulders and was not very worried about this: "Zhennan is a little careful. At the same time, he is not a dead brain. If he is good, what he should say should make sense, but I think he should have guessed something, just a little bit."

Listen to Gu Mingxuan say so, mu Zhihuan also had to nod: "then we'll find him tomorrow."

When they returned to Prince Li's residence, Jiang Zi Su Yegang had just returned from the outside.

He saw the two people holding hands at a glance, and his eyes flashed slightly. Jiang zisu nodded to them: "seeing the Lantern Festival coming, Xiaolan, are you both busy?"

Mu Zhi pulled the corners of her mouth with a smile: "it's a little busy because the preparation for the game has come to an end."

Jiang zisu nodded: "I'm looking forward to your game. I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

Looking at the back of Jiang zisu, mu Zhihuan couldn't help frowning. She really didn't expect Jiang zisu to be the person behind the scenes.

Gu Mingxuan was stunned when he saw mu Zhihuan. He bent down and picked her up.

Mu Zhihuan was startled, and subconsciously hugged Gu Mingxuan's shoulder: "what are you doing? Scare me."

Gu Mingxuan hooked his lips and whispered in her ear, "of course, it's what husband and wife should do."

Mu Zhi Huan took a puff from the corner of her eye and turned a white eye in her heart. When is it? Gu Mingxuan is still in the mood to think about it.

Just after she was tossed and turned like a pancake in bed, mu Zhihuan completely forgot what she wanted to say before.

The next day, mu Zhihuan got up a little later than usual because of last night.

Just getting ready to get up, he heard the sound of the door being opened, and then saw Gu Mingxuan come in with a tray.

Mu Zhihuan picked the tip of her eyebrows: "it's no use for you to please me now. I'm not allowed to do it until I decide whether it's handled or not."

Someone who was satisfied with his food last night nodded like a stream: "well, I know you must be hungry. Finish it first. After eating, we'll find Zhennan."

Hearing that she was going to find Zhennan, mu Zhihuan forgot her previous affectation, picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it.

After dressing up with breakfast, mu Zhihuan took Gu Mingxuan's arm into the carriage and walked all the way to Zhennan's house.

When they came to Zhennan's house and waited for others to report, mu Zhihuan quietly looked at the house in and out.

"As a senior official of the Ministry of officials, will the house he lives in be a little too shabby?"

Gu Mingxuan always doesn't care about these. After a look, he said: "the people of new oil just like this simple feeling, and to be honest, I don't think Zhennan is the kind of person who will embezzle and accept bribes, because he is a poor son who can live in such a house in the capital. In fact, it is OK."

Listening to Gu Mingxuan's explanation, mu Zhihuan nodded, as if it was such a truth.

Before waiting for a long time, he saw Zhennan's bitter face and opened the door for them: "this... I don't know that his Highness the prince and the prince can come here. Please forgive me if you are far away."

Mu Zhihuan looked at his expression and was stunned by his literary dialogue.

It took a long time to react. This man didn't come here to get his book because he came here.

Mu Zhihuan turned a white eye in her heart. This man really loves books like life.

"Don't look at me like this. I'm not here to rob your book. Mingxuan and I come here mainly because we want to find you."

As soon as he heard that the other party didn't pay attention to his book, Zhennan opened the door without saying a word and made an invitation gesture: "early on, I heard the servant come and tell me that you two came to my house and scared me. You want to hide all my books."

Almost?

Mu Zhihuan followed Zhennan to his study and found that there were almost no books on the bookshelf behind his study.

What does it mean for a person who loves books so much that there are no books in the room? Mu Zhihuan almost didn't think about it. He must have transferred those books.

The man was too ridiculous. Mu Zhihuan was helpless and funny: "since we had discussed the last game, I want to take the book back directly from Jiang zisu, so I won't embarrass you. This is what we came to you. It has nothing to do with these books."

Seeing mu Zhihuan's seriousness, Zhennan felt that he had done something wrong. He lowered his head and touched his nose with some shame: "then... That... What's the matter with you coming to me?"

Without saying a word, Gu Mingxuan felt out of his arms the note he had read to Han Wu last time: "the emperor stuffed mine when you and Zhihuan were fighting poetry in the back garden. I believe you, as the Minister of the Ministry of officials, should recognize the emperor's font."