The unexpected voice made King An's heart skip a beat, and his body trembled involuntarily.
Naturally, this reaction could not escape Mrs. Zhuang's eyes.
Mrs. Zhuang looked at his back with cold eyes: "It's so late, where do you want to go?"
Anjun Wang forced himself to calm down. He slowly turned around and said to Mrs. Zhuang with the same expression as he could, "I... something fell outside, go out and look for it."
Mrs. Zhuang looked at him dangerously: "Really? Did you go out to find something in the middle of the night?"
A cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Anjun Wang: "I... I lost the token, the token of Zhuangfu."
"Really?" Mrs. Zhuang paced towards the Prince of Anjun.
King An felt a huge aura and coercion, more sweat dripped from his forehead, and his throat slid in horror.
Master Zhuang stopped in front of him, raised his hand and tugged at his waist: "Then tell me, what is this?"
Prince An's eyes flashed, and he said embarrassingly: "I, my token was originally hanging on my waist? I thought it was dropped..."
Master Zhuang said coldly, "Zhuang Yuheng, how long are you going to pretend?"
King Anjun said: "What grandfather said, grandson doesn't understand?"
Master Zhuang gritted his teeth: "I don't understand? Well, let me ask you, what did you do in my study just now?"
"I..." Prince An's chest heaved heavily, his eyes could no longer hide the guilt he tried to endure, he glanced at the token held by Mrs. Zhuang and said, "I am looking for this !"
Mrs. Zhuang hated that iron was not steel: "If you drop a token from outside the mansion into the mansion, is there any more clumsy excuse! Zhuang Yuheng, you are the grandson of this old man after all, you can't even tell a lie!"
Prince An opened his mouth: "Grandfather..."
Mrs. Zhuang looked at him coldly: "This is the door of the house, so many servants are watching, I don't want to embarrass you! Honestly hand over your things!"
Prince An avoided Mrs. Zhuang's sharp gaze: "What? Grandson doesn't understand."
Mrs. Zhuang said sharply: "Now you have a grandson? Zhuang Yuheng, you are still a little tender when you play tricks in front of this old man! Are you handing it over yourself, or the old man will let him find it from you! This is your last chance. Don't think that you are the grandson of the old man, so the old man is reluctant to touch you! If you dare to disobey the old man, the old man will treat you as a grandson without you!"
"The Queen Mother?" Anjun Wang Dynasty Zhuang Taifu shouted from behind.
Master Zhuang looked back subconsciously.
King Anjun ran away!
Mrs. Zhuang really made him angry, his fists clenched and his shoulders kept shaking: "Bring him back for me!"
The two guards rushed out the door, and Prince An was caught by them before he ran a few steps.
The two brought Anjun Wang back to the gate.
"Close the door." Mrs. Zhuang didn't want people passing by to look.
The little servant nervously closed the door.
Just now he almost let go of the prince, and I don't know if the master will be angry.
Mr. Zhuang naturally did not care about punishing these servants at the moment, so he rejected them, leaving only two confidant guards.
He looked at Prince An who was detained in front of him and said, "Do you think you can leave with your belongings? Did you think you would have escaped long ago when I found out? Zhuang Yuheng, who gave you confidence?"
King Anjun did not answer him, but said, "Grandfather, why are you colluding with the Yan people?"
Master Zhuang narrowed his eyes: "Who told you?"
Anjun Wang said: "Grandfather doesn't care who told me, grandfather only has to answer me yes or no?"
Mrs. Zhuang naturally won't be led by his nose: "So you came to steal the imperial edict? I don't care what rumors you hear outside, you'd better keep your mouth shut for me!"
There was a strong sense of loss in Anjun Wang's eyes: "So grandfather really colluded with the Yan people! What does grandfather want to do? Rebellion!"
Master Zhuang shouted angrily, "Kneel down for me!"
Prince An did not kneel, but the guards kicked his leg and forced him to kneel on the ground.
Master Zhuang said, "Search his body for me!"
An Jun Wang said coldly: "Presumptuous! I am the Jun Wang conferred by His Majesty himself! You don't want your heads anymore!"
The guard hesitated.
Master Zhuang said sharply, "Search!"
The guards continued to search for the body of the Anjun King, no matter how hard the Anjun King struggled, it would not help.
But since the edict is not a hard object, it is impossible to touch it at all.
Mrs. Zhuang paused: "Take off his clothes and dismantle them for me!"
The Prince of Anjun resisted with all his might, and was pressed to the ground by the two of them, his elbows and knees all rubbed with blood.
The two dismantled them as they ripped apart, and in the end they wished that only a pair of big pants were left.
"Sir, no!"
King Anjun curled up, shivering on the icy ground.
Master Zhuang kicked him in anger: "Where the hell did you hide the edict!"
"Master! Master is not good! The study is flooded!"
Mrs. Zhuang's pupils shrank, and once again looked at the icy and trembling Anjun Wang on the ground. The corner of Anjun's lips twitched, showing a triumphant smile, and said weakly, "This... did grandfather expect it?"
When Mrs. Zhuang rushed to the study, the fire in the study was too big to control.
The steward said anxiously: "...I don't know how it started to burn. When the young man saw the fire coming, the burning inside was uncontrollable, but the seals and memorials on the adult's desk were still robbed by the small..."
Yes, when ordinary people encounter such a fire, of course, they will first grab what they think Mrs. Zhuang cares about, and will not pay attention to anything else at all.
Standing in front of the fire, Mrs. Zhuang calmed down and carefully sorted out what happened, and roughly understood what was going on.
First of all, Zhuang Yuheng came back for a different purpose, and he has always trusted this grandson too much, even if he has left home, he doesn't think he can do anything more excessive.
Secondly, he figured out that he could not go far with the imperial edict, so he simply hid the imperial edict in a corner of the study and set it on fire!
When he came out of the tea room, the servant told him that Zhuang Yuheng had come back once, so he immediately went to the study to check the painting, and found that the imperial decree was gone, and immediately thought that Zhuang Yuheng had stolen it.
Zhuang Yuheng should have ignited the fire from the corner blocked by the bookshelf.
He was in a hurry to retrieve the imperial edict, and he came out immediately after entering, so he didn't find the small flame in the corner.
Zhuang Yuheng, ah Zhuang Yuheng, I haven't seen you for a few days.
That imperial decree is not only Qin Fengyan's trump card, but also Zhuang Taifu's biggest trump card. What is the last emperor's edict
As long as he takes out his edict to establish the rest of the princes as emperors, he is bound to have ministers to follow him loyally. Then, coupled with his many years of power and the help of the Yan Kingdom's Nangong family, why not worry!
But now, this edict has been ruined by his most esteemed grandson!
The anger in Mrs. Zhuang's heart was enough to turn the Prince of Anjun over and over a hundred times!
He angrily came to the gate of the mansion. Prince An's clothes had long been torn up, and now he was covered with a guard's robe.
Mrs. Zhuang is not a person who does things easily, but he couldn't help it: "Zhuang Yuheng, you are very good, you are very good! You don't want to live anymore, do you? Good! I will come to fulfill you! Come on! Give me this He dragged him down! Cane!"
This grandson who eats inside and outside is not worth it!
"grandfather!"
Zhuang Yuexi suddenly rushed over, threw himself on Prince An's body, and turned to look at his grandfather: "Grandfather, please don't hit your brother!"
Master Zhuang was furious: "Are you even going to fight against me?"
Zhuang Yuexi walked on his knees in front of him and hugged his leg: "Grandfather! Don't be angry with brother! Brother didn't mean it! You forgive brother!"
Master Zhuang kicked Zhuang Yuexi away: "Don't hurry up!"
The two guards held the King of Anjun.
"Let go of my brother!" Zhuang Yuexi rushed over again and bit the wrist of one of the guards.
"What are you doing!" Mrs. Zhuang yelled at Zhuang Yuexi's maid.
The maid hurried forward and pulled Zhuang Yuexi away.
Zhuang Yuexi struggled desperately, tears falling like rain: "Grandfather! Grandfather! Brother is your grandson! You can't kill him! Hit Xier if you want! Xier is willing to take punishment on behalf of brother! Grandfather! Grandfather you Hit Xi'er! Don't hit your brother! Don't... don't..."
Mrs. Zhuang ignored her granddaughter's cry and pleading at all, and let her gag and drag her down.
He looked at Anjun Wang with a cold expression: "Execution!"
dong dong dong!
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.
Master Zhuang frowned: "Who?"
"Open the door! The Ministry of Justice investigates the case! Those who violate the order will be detained and sent to prison!"
With a cold face, Mrs. Zhuang asked one of the guards to open the door.
Li Shilang walked in calmly and calmly with the arrest document from the Ministry of Punishment. He glanced at An Jun Wang, who had no time to be dragged down. He immediately bowed his hands to Master Zhuang and handed over the official document: "Master Zhuang. , Sun Zhuang Yuheng is suspected of a murder case, this official is ordered to arrest the suspect Zhuang Yuheng and bring him to justice, and I hope Mrs.
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King Anjun was shackled and taken to the prison van.
When the prison cart was halfway there, Li Shilang released the commandery king.
King Anjun got into the carriage that had been waiting in the alley for a long time, and saw Xiao Heng without incident.
"You really..."
King Anjun wanted to say that you really dared to even pretend to be the name of the Punishment Department.
When the words reached his lips, he thought that this guy could even forge the imperial edict, and there was nothing he dared not.
Prince An raised his eyebrows and said, "I can come out myself without you!"
"No thanks." Xiao Heng said indifferently.
"Hmph." King An turned his face away.
The two returned to Bishui Hutong, and Princess Xinyang came over when Prince An changed his clothes and came out.
It was the first time that King An saw her coming. He didn't know Xiao Heng's true identity, so he was quite surprised by her sudden visit.
He didn't know, and he didn't dare to ask.
"Where's the imperial decree? Did it really burn?" Princess Xinyang asked.
The three sat in Xiao Heng's study.
"No, I brought it out." King Anjun took out a blank edict and placed it on the table.
Princess Xinyang was picking up the edict, her fingertips stroking the texture and texture of the edict: "As expected of the edict of the late emperor, the paper and silk are different from today's, they are silky and smooth, and it is said to be made of a special kind of silk and bamboo. There is a faint scent of bamboo. By the way, how did you bring it out? Didn't you get searched?"
Prince An scratched his head: "It was searched, but... they didn't expect me to sew the imperial edict there."
Princess Xinyang put the imperial decree on the tip of her nose to smell it, and closed her eyes intoxicated to feel its breath: "Where?"
Prince An: "In the pants."
clack.
The imperial decree in the hands of Princess Xinyang has fallen!
(End of this chapter)