Duan Mingchong approached the main hall and said, "Go and find a cook from outside the palace."
The palace servants really didn't understand why the Marquis wanted to find the cook for something, and now even His Royal Highness is looking for it.
He didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurriedly went.
Duan Mingchong took off his robe and said, "How is the Hou Mansion now?"
The personal guard said: "The people from the Ministry of Punishment took His Majesty's personal order to get people, and the people under General Suixun directly threatened him with a knife. There was a lot of noise at that time, but General Suixun finally came forward to calm the situation down."
Duan Mingchong didn't hear what he wanted to hear.
The guard was taken aback and said hurriedly: "Master Hou has gone with the people from the Punishment Department, and General Suixun has also followed. I think he will not treat Master Hou too harshly."
Duan Ming Chong's face was like sinking water, and he changed his clothes without saying a word.
Wu Mo quickly followed the palace servant and walked in. He knelt on the ground and trembled slightly, and said indifferently, "The Caomin has seen His Highness."
Duan Mingchong turned his back to him and caressed the Peiyu that Sui Yan had given him on his waist, and his tone did not fluctuate: "I want you to help me with something."
Wu Mo said: "Yes, do you want to make cakes for the Hou Ye?"
Duan Mingchong turned slightly sideways and looked at him coldly: "No need to pretend, I know you are Ayan's."
Wu Mo's whole body froze, and then he raised his head, and his only submissive expression disappeared in an instant, and he looked at Duan Mingchong with a cold expression, and said, "Your Highness, the little master did not know the identity of Caomin beforehand, and he only recognized it when I entered the palace. He didn't instruct the grassmen to hide in the East Palace when they came out. The Marquis has never done anything harmful to His Highness in the past few months, and I hope His Highness will not..."
Duan Ming Chong said: "Gu won't take anger with him, you don't need to say more."
Wumo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then what does His Highness want Caomin to do?"
Duan Mingchong said softly, "I want you to leave the palace alone."
Wu Mo was stunned for a moment, looking up at him suspiciously.
midnight.
Jun Jingxing walked back to the side courtyard through the hand-picking corridor in the front yard with an ugly face, and his mind was full of the scene of Sui Yan being taken away.
Suiyan probably had never been in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. The first reaction was not fear, but novelty. Rao was the last life he committed crimes and killed him in the court. The emperor only imprisoned him and never thought of putting him in jail. Jail to die.
Jun Jingxing was very speechless, and he didn't know what to say about him for a while. When Suixun went to the punishment department with him, Jun Jingxing went to the side courtyard.
Today Sui Yan's face was too ugly, Jun Jingxing wanted to pack up some soothing powder or something to send to him, but before entering the courtyard, he smelled a faint smell of blood.
His eyes narrowed, he raised the lantern in his hand, pushed the door open, walked along the bloody atmosphere, and finally found the source under the window lattice of Sui Yan's room.
Jun Jingxing was stunned for a moment, the lamp in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
"Wishless?"
The body covered in blood was lying unconscious on the ground. She seemed to have crawled out of the water and had formed a thin layer of ice with the blood. Her face was pale and she was barely breathing.
Jun Jing Xing lifted her up in awe, and the place where his hand touched was bone-chillingly cold.
"Begonia, Begonia!"
Jun Jingxing hugged her directly in his arms and raised his voice to call Haitang.
Sui Yan was taken away, Haitang couldn't sleep with tears in her eyes, she heard Jun Jingxing's voice and hurriedly came out with the lamp, and she was startled when she saw Wuyuan in his arms.
"This… "
Jun Jingxing said: "Go and prepare hot water, the more the better!"
Haitang didn't ask any more questions and ran quickly in response.
Jun Jingxing put Wuyuan in his room on the couch, took the quilt and wrapped her tightly.
Fortunately, Jun Jingxing's room was very close to Yan, the charcoal pot was burning all day.
Jun Jingxing took out a small porcelain bottle from his medicine box with a sullen face, and stuffed a pill into Wuyuan's mouth, barely hanging her.
Soon, Haitang let the servants come in with boiling hot water.
Jun Jingxing glanced at it, his face turned green: "Are you going to kill the pig to peel off the skin? Mix it with cold water!"
Haitang was turning around in a hurry, hearing Yan hurriedly nodded to get cold water.
Jun Jingxing and Haitang tossed to the middle of the night, and finally let the hopeless body warm up completely.
Haitang was so tired that she dozed off and was pushed by Jun Jingxing, saying, "Go back to sleep, remember, don't tell anyone about tonight's matter, otherwise your young master's life will be in danger."
Haitang was sobered up by the fright, and said indifferently, "Can anyone, no one be able to?"
Jun Jingxing deliberately took the matter seriously: "No one can do it, especially Li Zhao."
Haitang blinked blankly: "What's wrong with Uncle Zhao?"
Jun Jingxing didn't say much: "It's good that you know it yourself, go back and rest."
Haitang doesn't know why, but he has been with Suiyan for many years, and he has long known that he should not ask more questions, so he nodded slightly and turned away.
Jun Jingxing closed the door, turned his head, and saw Wuyuan had opened his eyes.
All the injuries on her body have been dealt with by Jun Jingxing, and the most serious arrow feathers that almost pierced through her heart have also been pulled out, as long as she survives tonight, there will be no serious problems.
WuWan's long feathered eyelashes blinked, and soon as if recalling something, he was about to get up with his elbows on the bed.
Jun Jingxing hurriedly walked over to hold her shoulders and said, "Don't move, you are hurt too badly, you have to take good care of yourself."
If someone else was so injured that they would have fallen asleep long ago, I don't know how strong the willpower of this soft-looking woman actually wakes up.
The Yi Rong on Wuyuan's face had been swept away by the hot water, and her appearance was cold and beautiful, but her face was too pale, making her so weak that it seemed that she would turn into smoke and disperse in the next instant.
Wuwan looked at Jun Jingxing absentmindedly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wuwan... Wuwan is incompetent, hurting the little master... I'm going to save the little master..."
Jun Jingxing sighed softly and said, "He will be fine, but it is you, don't worry about it, take care of your injuries."
Wuyi still insisted on getting up, the wound that had just been bandaged was oozing blood from her movements.
Jun Jingxing directly pressed her shoulders to make her unable to move, and said coldly, "Do you want to save him? I think you will die of anger if you can't get out of this door yourself. Isn't your life not your life?"
Wuyuan looked at him blankly, she was timid and reserved by nature, and being reprimanded by Jun Jingxing like this, she was stunned for a long time before she said: "But... Wuyuan lives for the little master."
Jun Jingxing said: "Who instilled such thoughts in you? Everyone is born, no one lives for whom, you are an individual, not an accessory of others, even if Sui Yan really dies, it doesn't matter to you. thing."
Jun Jingxing originally wanted to appease Wuyuan so that she wouldn't run around, and just gave an example at random. Who knew Wuyuan listened in a daze, the originally weak body suddenly burst into flames, and a finger and a knife pressed against Jun. On Jing Xing's neck, he was severely pressed to the ground.
Jun Jingxing: "… "
Jun Jingxing was caught off guard and was thrown to the ground by Wuhui, his head hit the ground directly, and there was a loud "dong" sound.
He was hit and dizzy, and it took him a long time to focus his eyes.
Wuyi was pressing on him, his face was pale, and he was dripping with cold sweat, but he still pressed against Jun Jingxing's neck, panting, "You... don't curse the little master!"
Jun Jingxing: "… "
Jun Jingxing almost screamed: "Are you crazy?!"
Wuyuan's eyes turned white for a while, but she still forced herself to keep the stance that she wanted to kill, and said with difficulty: "You...you just take the words...take it, take it back..."
Jun Jingxing: "… "
Jun Jingxing took a deep breath, coughed unwillingly, and murmured absently, "I already knew that she has a problem with her brain, what do you know about her in general?"
Jun Jingxing found himself a step down, and then grabbed Wuwan's slender wrist, resisted his anger and said, "Okay, I'll take it back, your little master will live a hundred years and nothing will happen. Okay?"
Wuyuan tilted his head slightly and said, "You say it again."
Jun Jingxing: "… "
If it weren't for the inability to beat him, Jun Jingxing would have beaten someone long ago.
Jun Jingxing repeated it again with humiliation, unwilling to stare at his face for a while, only to confirm that he did not say anything against his heart.
She breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her hand.
Feeling that her strength was relieved, Jun Jingxing pushed her hand away and was about to stab her with a needle aggressively, when he saw Wuyi's body swayed gently and smashed straight at him.
Jun Jingxing almost vomited blood, turned his head and saw that the beautiful girl had passed out.
Jun Jingxing: "… "
Sin ah.
The night was dark and the sky was full of stars.
The people from the Punishment Department took Suiyan to the Punishment Department under the imperial decree, and by the way, they also invited Suixun, the god of plague.
Sui Xun just sat there, no one dared to move Sui Yan, and the Ministry of Punishment basically did not have much real power in the court, let alone the prince of the court.
Judgment and punishment is the matter of Dali Temple. They only need to stay in the penal department for one night, and they will be dealt with by their own emperor tomorrow with Dali Temple.
The officials of the Ministry of Punishment complained a lot, and they did not dare to push Sui Yan into the prison.
The Xingbu Yamen was brightly lit, and people moved in the charcoal basins one after another and placed them in every corner. After a while, the surrounding area became warm.
Only then did Sui Yan get out of Sui Xun's arms, stretched out his waist comfortably, looked at it casually, and said, "This is the Ministry of Punishment, and there is nothing special about it."
Sui Yan looked around and didn't think there was anything interesting, so he sat beside the charcoal pot and cooked the fire, very heartless.
Sui Xun wrapped the cloak on Sui Yan's body, glanced coldly at the Minister of Punishment, and said lightly: "Sir, please take out the letters from Wanggui and Nanjiang Princess, and I will take a look."
The Minister of Punishment was dragged out of the quilt while he was sleeping soundly, and he ran into the god Suixun again. He was sweating all the time in the cold weather. At first glance, these letters are many, not forged in a day or two, and the handwriting is exactly the same as that of Lord Hou."
Sui Xun frowned and turned over, and found that it was indeed Sui Yan's handwriting, and the content inside was very detailed.
Suixun raised his head and said, "Wanggui, is your handwriting exposed?"
The minister of the Ministry of Punishment turned green on the side, thinking that this year-old general really protects his shortcomings, and the evidence is conclusive, and he only protects his younger brother.
Sui Yan was in a drowsy state on the fire, when he heard the words "ah", he tilted his head: "Maybe, yes, I don't know."
Li Zhao has been by his side all the year round, and it is probably his handwriting.
"I don't know," Sui Xun sneered, slammed the unfolded letter, and mocked mercilessly, "Just your ugly handwriting, if you don't reveal your handwriting, you can be imitated like this, I Ten thousand unbelievers."
Sui Yan: "…"
Nonsense, my calligraphy is taught by the imperial master in the palace, and it is very beautiful!
Suiyan whispered and walked over, unfolded a letter at random, and swept over it at a glance. It happened that "he" colluded with the princess of Nanjiang, secretly thinking about the content of murdering the emperor on New Year's Eve.
Suiyan said, "What am I doing on New Year's Eve?"
The Minister of Punishment on the side hurriedly found another letter and pointed at it: "Master Hou was seriously ill at the time, so this matter can't be settled. Here, this is your reply letter."
Suiyan gave an "oh", glanced at it, and said, "It's really pretty."
If Sui Yan hadn't done this, he would have believed it himself.
The Minister of Punishment wiped off his sweat again and said with a dry smile: "General, the evidence is conclusive, should I let the Marquis..."
Before he could finish speaking, Sui Xun gave him a cold look and said, "Wanggui just fell ill a few days ago, and he hasn't recovered yet. If he catches cold in that prison surrounded by cold winds You are seriously ill, can you afford it?!"
The minister of punishment said hesitantly: "This... this is the rule..."
Suixun sneered: "Let's not talk about whether Wanggui did or not do these things, even if he did, His Majesty would not slap him to death in a grand manner, as the lord of the court, the Dali Temple has not yet decided on the punishment, the adults want to Forgot to return and detain him. Oh, his body is weak, what is the difference between entering that ice hole and pushing him to death? Sir, what is your intention?"
The Minister of Punishment: "..."
Sui Yan co-operated in Suixun's arms and coughed a few times, but in fact his face was buried in Suixun's clothes, and he was already trying his best to hold back his laughter.
With just a few words, Suixun placed a charge of murdering the prince of the court on the head of the Minister of Punishment, which forced the Minister of Punishment to sweat more on his face.
"General, where is this..."
Sui Xun put one hand around Sui Yan's shoulder, and he was horrified, and said coldly: "The reason why I said let Wang Gui come to the Punishment Yamen is because I don't want to make things worse for the sake of the adults, and I believe that Wang Gui will not To do such a thing of colluding with outsiders to murder your Majesty, tomorrow the court will naturally forget to give justice, and it would be unfair to convict your lord so indiscriminately and step by step."
The Minister of Punishment: "..."
To, to the end...
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