"No." The two officials shook their heads again: the things of the prime minister's mansion cannot be passed on so easily, who knows if there is any secret letter or secret word to convey the order in the wound medicine, if it is passed on and they don't see it, Unfortunately for them...
Prime Minister Luo: "..."
It's just a bottle of wound medicine, what secret words can it convey? These two Dali Temple officials are really too careful...
"Can the two of you go to the pharmacy and buy a bottle of wound medicine for the real minister?" The people in the prime minister's mansion can't see each other, and the wound medicine from the prime minister's mansion can't be passed on, so the medicine in the pharmacy will be fine.
"No." The two officials still shook their heads: Luo Cheng has a high position, great influence, and countless capable people under his command. Who knows if those subordinates will buy off the medicine shop and pass on information in the wound medicine...
Prime Minister Luo: "..."
He just wanted a bottle of wound medicine to heal his wounds, but the two officials thought of so many messy things, which made people speechless: "Go and call your young minister of Dali Temple, and tell him the truth if you have something to say." Guard against him everywhere, it is impossible to ask them to help buy wound medicine, Dali Temple Shaoqing is upright, even if he thinks he is the murderer who killed Grand Master Luo, he will not abuse him until the matter is found out, so he will find he helps...
"I'm sorry, Sir Shaoqing is busy, so I don't have time to pay attention to Prime Minister Luo for the time being. If Prime Minister Luo has nothing else to do, just reflect on it in this prison..." The two officials said leisurely, and walked out side by side.
A team of patrolling guards walked towards them, and the two officials solemnly warned: "There are serious criminals in the prison, so be careful when patrolling."
The guards didn't take it seriously: "Don't worry, we haven't stayed in this big prison for a day or two. I don't know how many repeat offenders we have seen. Which time did we not inspect carefully..."
The official said disapprovingly: "This time the repeat offenders are not those gangsters who murdered and robbed their goods, but the high-ranking Prime Minister Luo, you have to work hard..."
The jailers stared at Prime Minister Luo carefully, and a rare solemnity flashed in their eyes: "Understood."
"It's good if you understand." The officer patted the shoulders of the jailers, and walked out leisurely, and their specially raised warning voices wafted in the air: "The murder of Grand Master Luo is a serious matter. , you can't let Grand Master Luo see anyone, and you can't let him touch any items sent from outside... "
"Understood!" The jailers nodded heavily, lined up in a row, and continued to patrol, looking at Prime Minister Luo with a little more vigilance and vigilance...
Prime Minister Luo's face was gloomy, and he didn't forget to tell the jailer to keep an eye on him even after he left. The officials in Dali Temple are really annoying...
A gust of wind blew head-on, and a thick rotten smell lingered all over his body. The wounds on Prime Minister Luo's head and back hurt even more, and he frowned tightly: such a dirty place is not suitable for recuperation at all. In addition, It is summer now, and the wounds on his head and back are quite serious. If he stays in the prison and does not apply the wound medicine, the wounds on his head and back will definitely worsen. There is no need to wait for Shaoqing of Dali Temple to find him. Evidence, punish him, and he will die...
A tall figure flashed in front of his eyes, and it was a single prison guard running over. His footsteps were in a hurry, as if he was going to chase the patrol team just now!
Prime Minister Luo focused his eyes slightly, raised his eyes to the jailer and said, "Little brother..."
The jailer stopped running, looked up at Prime Minister Luo little by little, and asked uncertainly, "You called me?"
"Yes." Prime Minister Luo nodded, looked at the jailer and said, "Little brother, do you know the young minister of Guanglu Temple?"
"Naturally." The jailer nodded.
"Then can you call him for Zhenxiang?"