"What?" Hearing Mu Zhiming's words, Huoxing's eyes flashed with astonishment. He quickly hid his surprise and pretended to be calm, "Do you recognize?"
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "This is strange. Just now, Mr. Huo was indignantly accusing me of all kinds of sins, for fear that I would argue. Why are you so surprised now that I admit it?"
Huoxin's eyes were sharp like a knife blade, and he snorted coldly: "I have heard that Mr. Mu is slick, and I saw it today. It seems that my prison is too comfortable, which makes Mr. Mu still in the mood to pretend. Mr. Mu, I just said what I said. Are you serious about those crimes?"
Mu Zhiming's lungs hurt, he lowered his head and coughed a few times, raised his head, and smiled reluctantly: "Even if I don't recognize it, doesn't Mr. Huo have some means to force me to recognize it? I can't stand it. Punishment, I don’t intend to ask for trouble, of course I admit it.”
Huoxing: "Force? Master Mu, don't make a rake. Your crime is well-documented. Why do you want to force it?"
"Master Huo knows better than anyone whether I have collaborated with the enemy and treason." Mu Zhiming smiled and his tone became cold, "I just feel ashes in my heart. Assassinating the embassy is undoubtedly rekindling the disputes between the two countries, Prince After all, Fu Qi is the prince and the future emperor, how can he be so cruel, personally pushing the frontier people into the fire pit, and regard the life of the soldiers as a must..."
Before he could finish his words, Huoxing suddenly stretched out his hand, biting at the speed of a poisonous snake, and pinched Mu Zhiming's jaw viciously, with such force that he almost crushed his bones.
Huo Xin said sharply, "Dare to criticize the prince."
Mu Zhiming groaned in pain, unable to speak because of the pain.
Huoxing withdrew his hand and sneered: "It is as difficult as reaching the sky to negotiate peace before the war. How can you allow others to believe in your words?"
Mu Zhiming raised his hand bound by the iron chain with great difficulty, rubbed the sides of his cheeks that looked like bone fractures, and said after a while: "Yes, Mr. Huo must think that now that the mission is all dead, who can prove it? I negotiated successfully."
"But..." Mu Zhiming twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, "Is there really no one?"
Huoxing: "If you want to count on your little guard, you don't have to. Others are soft-spoken, and whoever will believe his words, you still hope that he won't show up, otherwise the disaster of death will be inevitable."
"Yes, yes." Mu Zhiming leaned back, rested his head against the cold wall, and said with a smile, "Master Huo, you are right."
Huo Xin frowned. He had been in office for many years, and he had never seen a person like Mu Zhiming, who was still in the Oxu Si prison but was still calm.
Is he pretending
Huo Xin felt uneasy, but then he thought about it, now that the Mu family's biggest patron, the concubine, has entered the cold palace, what else is there to worry about.
Huo Xin stopped talking too much with Mu Zhiming, left the prison and came to the main hall of the Biqi Si, and summoned his subordinates: "Go and write Mu Zhiming's crime into a confession, let him print it by fingerprints, and I will report it to the emperor immediately, so as not to have many dreams at night. "
When his subordinates were ordered to do it, Huo Xin sighed and picked up the cold tea on the desk, just about to drink it, when a subordinate came to report: "Sir, King Xian asks to see you."
"King Xian?" Huoxing sneered, "Rare customers, rare customers, please come quickly."
Huo Xin put down the teacup. He was still in doubt because of Mu Zhiming. Now that King Xian came to intercede, it reassured him a lot.
But soon, Huoxing couldn't laugh anymore.
Dressed in a black python robe, Fu Ji'an stepped into the inner hall of the Biju Si. When he raised his head, he saw a juju painted with cinnabar on the front wall, blood-colored in black, majestic and majestic, and couldn't help but praised: "This juju is really Awe-inspiring.”
Huo Xin stood up and clasped his fists in salute: "I have seen His Royal Highness Xian Wang."
"Don't be too polite." Fu Ji'an and Huoxing sat down face to face at the desk.
Fu Ji'an put a wooden box on the table and said, "Today, I'm here to give a gift to Mr. Huo."
"Gift?" Huoxing looked at Fu Ji'an and felt very funny.
Mu Zhiming's imprisonment, to put it bluntly, is the evil result of the prince Xianwang's party struggle.
King Xian wouldn't really think that with a little favor, he could fool himself into betraying the prince.
"Master Huo, open it and take a look." Fu Ji'an said.
He sat upright at the desk, with his back as straight as bamboo and his eyes calm, he was no longer the rash seventh prince.
Over the years, he has learned to love the people like sons, work hard to govern, and be strict with discipline.
In the eyes of others, he is a benevolent prince.
So did Huoxing, so he never expected that what was in the wooden box was...
Half a person's little finger.
The severed finger was still bleeding, and it seemed that it had just been cut off.
Huoxing has been through the wind and cloud for a long time, so naturally he will not be frightened by the severed finger, but he is still shocked.
Fu Ji'an said calmly, "This is the finger of the son of the Yuan family."
Huoxing was shocked: "What!?"
Fu Ji'an: "I wanted to send it to Yuan Mansion, but after thinking about it, Yuan Mou's wife, Huo Shi, seems to be in a bad mood and can't stand the shock, so she sent it to you, Mr. Huo."
Huoxing was furious: "It's too deceiving."
Fu Ji'an said: "Master Huo, I know that the prince promised you that he would rescue the son of the Yuan family, but the Dali Temple is still under my control for the time being. I also understand that Master Huo has a strong hand for many years and will not betray the prince just because of this threat. Why don't we retreat? One step, you don't hand over the evidence of Mu Zhiming's treason to the emperor, and I won't hurt the son of the Yuan family, how about that?"
Huoxing reached out and slowly closed the lid of the wooden box. After a while, he nodded in compromise.
Fu Ji'an stood up and left calmly.
In this turbulent flow, the wise king wants to fight with the prince, and it is not enough to have benevolence and righteousness alone.
Therefore, at the age of six, Fu Ji'an, who found out that Fu Qi was going to push himself into a lake to drown, has learned over the years that before upholding justice, it is inevitable to do injustice.
Huo Xin reported the matter to Prince Fu Qi, who was surprised and sneered: "It's just a dying struggle, okay, then I will rescue the son of the Yuan family from prison for you, and then you immediately go to the imperial court to convict Mu Zhiming, this time , I want Fu Ji'an and the Mu family to never turn around again."
Although Fu Qi was already planning a strategy, how could Fu Ji'an not be on guard against him.
Just like this back and forth, the time has passed for half a month.
In early winter, when the vermilion palace walls were like snow and the green bamboos turned into branches, the emperor favored two palace maids successively.
One has beautiful eyebrows and eyes like a concubine, and a lively disposition like a concubine.
On this day, in the cold palace of Jian Po, the imperial concubine was covered with a thick quilt and rested on the narrow bamboo couch in the morning.
She had a dream in a daze.
In the dream, Mu Qingwan was drinking and singing on the vast grassland, teaching young Fu Ji'an, Fu Yi, and Mu Zhiming how to ride a horse. Seeing them three fall into a ball, she burst into laughter.
When she woke up, she vaguely saw a servant dressed in an eunuch serving her in front of the couch, stirring the charcoal fire for her.
The noble concubine was puzzled. She was put into the cold palace this time, and only the maid Xiaoyan was serving her. How could there be an eunuch.
The imperial concubine opened her eyes and became quite awake: "Who are you?"
The man looked up.
It is Fu Yi.