V2.Chapter 32 (1/2)

”Killer, what kind of killer?” Shangguan Xiong's voice is a little rough.

”It doesn't look like people from southern Xinjiang. The lower officials suspect that they come from the capital.” Cheng Fangyuan is not sure. This is just his guess.

”The people from the other side of the capital, who lived in that room last night.” He didn't know if there was a big man coming to southern Xinjiang.

If this is the case, people die in his territory, he can not say clearly.

At the thought, his eyes were sharp.

Cheng Fangyuan bowed to the ground: ”I have seen the hotel records of the restaurant. It is recorded that the person who was going to stay in the restaurant in the evening was the son of a generation.”

”Who?”

”Nanyang Shizi.”

”This beast, don't wait in the palace. He's going to live in a restaurant.”

”I don't know that.” Cheng Fangyuan also doubts. I'm afraid that the only way to know this is to ask shiziye himself: ”Lord, the son of a child only stayed in southern Xinjiang from childhood to adulthood, and hardly ever went far away. I don't know who wanted to kill him. It's too cruel.”

”This matter needs to be investigated. Give me a good investigation. I want to see who wants to kill my son. Lao Wang, go to invite the son of the king and say that I have something important to ask him to come over.” His son is a few Jin, he knows best, he is impossible to provoke any big man.

”Prince, the son of a son just went out with the princess and said he was going to race a horse.” Housekeeper Wang quickly replied.

”This son of a bitch is really going to piss me off. He doesn't do business all day long. He only knows how to eat, drink and play all day long. If Nanjiang city is handed over to him, he may not be what he will become.” The muscles on Shangguan's masculine face were tense.

”Lord, the son of the world is still young. When he really sits in your position, he won't be like this now. He is a playful age.” Cheng Fangyuan speaks for Shangguan Nanyang.

”If you speak for him, you are looking at my face. This evil son thinks that other people can't sit on the position of the king of Southern Xinjiang, so he doesn't care.” Shangguan Xiong hums coldly.

Because of his advantaged advantages, his son, who grew up in a honeypot, did not know what internal and external troubles were.

”Lord, this matter is now...” Shangguan Xiong is in good health. It is estimated that he has been in power for ten or eight years. As for shiziye, in another ten or eight years, the heat will be almost the same.

”This must be investigated. I want to see it. I want to do something about my southern Xinjiang city.” Shangguan Xiong Leng hum, want to kill his son, but not to his South Xinjiang city.

Southern Xinjiang is thousands of miles away from the capital. There are only two reasons why some people want to attack Southern Xinjiang at this time.

One is that the emperor can't do it. Some people want to gain the support of Southern Xinjiang, so as to increase the chips to ascend the throne.

Second, some people want to change the sky in southern Xinjiang, so that Li can replace Taojiang.

”Yes, I will find out.” Cheng Fangyuan and Shangguan Xiong said a few other words, then left from the southern Xinjiang palace.

Shangguan Xiong had a gloomy face, and his face was black.

”Let's go, old Wang. I'm going to have a look at Shangguan Nanyang. What can he do in horse racing?” Shangguan Xiong thinks that he can take advantage of this incident to have a good class with Shangguan Nanyang, and let him be alert. Finally, he can follow him wholeheartedly and learn to deal with some public affairs.

If the throne wants to be inherited all the time, it is not enough to rely on the ancestral shadow alone. It has to strengthen itself, which makes people dare not look down on you.

Otherwise, no matter how great the merit of Zuyin is, you can't keep it by yourself. Sooner or later, you will be defeated by Zuyin. Even the emperor Laozi will not be able to protect you.

”Lord, my son, they went to the racetrack on the outskirts of the city.”

”Go, go and have a look.” Shangguan Xiong is out of the house, and the outside horses are ready.

Shangguan Xiong jumped up, and his tall body was sitting on a tall horse, which was quite a commanding general's posture.

”What's your name?” Shangguan Nanli, like a proud peacock, looks at the woman opposite.

Xiaomeng touched the horse's hair. It was delicate and soft. It was a good horse.