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Chapter 251 Clay Figure's Three Points of Fury

Emperor Danxu felt a lot of pain in his heart, so he had to give a few words of praise and expose the matter for the time being. His brain was so painful that he could not think of how to posthumously for Si Haochen. Also, the assassination of several princes was difficult to deal with.

Si Haochen pointed directly at Beichi in front of all the civil and military generals in the court. What should he do? Let’s not pursue the matter, his three sons were almost killed. I was too cowardly to be the emperor. Let’s investigate, how to investigate? To what extent? All need to be long-term...

Si Haochen found out the whole story of the case and did not report it to himself in advance. He made the matter a mess, but when he remembered that he, the emperor, decided...

Emperor Danxu rubbed his forehead and felt that it was a huge mistake to hand over this job to Si Haochen. It was just a trouble, but after Si Haochen handled it, it turned into two.

Next, the Minister of Justice reported the case of Jin Shangshu's corruption and punishment, and the punishment was carried out for a round, neither explaining the envoy behind the scenes nor telling where the dirty silver was going.

Emperor Danxu slapped the armrest of the dragon chair with a clang: "Turn the whole door of Jin Baoyuan into the Heavenly Prison!"

This morning court was a bad thing, and Emperor Danxu was in a bad mood. After the court was dispersed, he summoned a few confidants to the Imperial Study room to discuss matters.

Yesterday, Jin Shangshu went to court before he returned. At noon, the entire mansion was surrounded by officials. Mrs. Jin used a lot of money before she found out some news that her master had committed a crime, and Long Yan was furious.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Mrs. Jin cleaned up some of the fine lines and wanted her son and daughter to escape. However, the officers and soldiers were extremely strict, and even the dog hole was guarded.

Mrs. Jin thought about it, and finally thought of letting her son pretend to be a servant and hang out with the servant who bought things. As for her daughter... Alas, I can't think of a way to run for the time being, so I can run for the first time.

Just as Master Jin Er changed into the clothes prepared by his mother for him, the officials from the Ministry of Justice rushed into the mansion, and all the people in the Jin Mansion were imprisoned. For a moment, the heavenly prison was about to be fully occupied.

At midnight, a black shadow came to the door of the prison. The man was wearing a black cloak, his hood covered most of his face, and the head led him into the innermost cell.

The prison head took out the prepared key from his arms and opened the door of the prison room: "In only one cup of tea, someone will come to inspect."

"knew."

The man walked into the prison room and saw some straw piled up on the muddy ground. A man was half buried in the haystack, with blood stains on his exposed clothes. There were also dark red blood stains solidifying on the straw, and the entire cell was filled with the smell of blood. The torches on the wall jumped with the clearly extinct fire, making the already gloomy prison room look even more bizarre.

The man in a black cloak walked to the haystack, lifted the man's head with his toes, and said in a deep voice: "Are you still alive?"

Jin Shangshu passed all the torture instruments in the Heavenly Prison. Now he doesn’t have a good skin on his body, so there is no place that doesn’t hurt. He finally fainted and was awakened again. Those biting pains also followed.

Jin Shangshu hummed in pain, and said by the way that he was not dead.

"It's good if you're not dead." The visitor snorted coldly.

Shangshu Jin tried hard to open his eyes, and with the light and dark fire, he finally saw the person clearly: "Three...Prince..."

The hay pile emits a smell of mold and rot. The third prince bent down and whispered: "Tell me where the Nine-tailed Phoenix Hairpin is, and I will save you."

When Jin Shangshu heard the third prince say he wanted to save him, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which touched the wound on his face, which made him gasp. He could sit all the way from the Ministry of Revenue to the Shangshu, and be very familiar with the curves in the court. Does the third prince really think he is a fool? Don’t say that he doesn’t have the nine-tailed phoenix hairpin in his hand, even if he has it, he will be handed over to the third prince now, and then he will have only one way to die.

"I have never seen the Nine-tailed Phoenix Hairpin..." Jin Shangshu closed his eyes directly, and there was nothing to be afraid of if the person who was bound to die. "If you want the Nine-tailed Phoenix Hairpin, you want to go to your aunt. You are looking for the wrong person when you look for me."

Jin Shangshu's attitude made Si Yu so angry that his eyes were full of fire. He took huge risks to go to Tianzhu to ask questions. He thought that he was good at saying a word, but he still found nothing: "You are seeking death by yourself. Don't blame me for not giving you a way out after going to the underworld."

"I have fallen to this point today because of the third prince." Originally, I defected to the third prince to protect myself, but I never thought that this was the beginning of my own despair. Not only did I go to prison, but I also dragged my family down. Shangshu Jin regretted it so much that his heart was blushed. "The last thing I regret in this life is to defect to you, a two-faced and three-sword prince..."

He took the 1.5 million taels of silver he misappropriated, and then asked the Censorate to greed for him. Is this what a human does? He feeds the dog with meat buns, and the dog will not bite it after finishing his meal.

"Hmph." At this time, he was still acting with him. The third prince turned away and the silence in the cell returned to silence.

Jin Shangshu took a deep breath, and a sharp light burst out from his turbid eyes. The clay man still had three points of anger and was full of glory for half his life. Even if he died, he could not let the person who harmed him have a better life...

The sun shone brightly for many days, but it started raining today. Mingruo took a carriage to a pharmacy for a clinic. In the early morning, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and they walked by in a hurry in groups of oil paper umbrellas. In addition to shops, there were some willow trees on both sides of the bluestone road. The stall selling buns and wontons was set under the trees. When the lid of the pot was lifted, the white mist was lingering in the drizzle, looking peaceful, beautiful and full of fireworks.

"What's good looking outside?" Si Haochen caught the little princess lying by the window into his arms. He remembered his little princess and often called Zi Su to see some little brother, and asked, "Did you see a good-looking little brother again?"

"It's too early now. The beautiful little brother hasn't gone out yet. There are only the guys who get up early to buy." Ming Ruo answered truthfully.

"..." She looked at it seriously, "I am not enough, do you see it?"

"You know, the flowers at home are not as fragrant as wild flowers," Ming Ruo grimaced.

"I am so brave, I am thinking about the 'wild flowers'. It seems that I have to serve the family law!" Si Haochen leaned over.

Mingruo quickly pressed against his chest and raised his hand to surrender: "The 'wild flowers' outside are not fragrant, only my bamboo horse is the most fragrant."

Oh my god, if you are being treated by the "family law", how can you treat me with my "sausage mouth"? Do you want to say that you were bitten by a wild bee?

"Hmph, I've recorded it for you." Si Haochen no longer "scared" her and helped her to clean up her clothes.

The carriage was parked in front of a medicine hall, Si Haochen got off the carriage first, took the umbrella from Xunyi, and held the umbrella with one hand and the other to support Mingruo.

Mingruo stood under the eaves and reached out to pick up the fine raindrops. Suddenly, he felt that there was a poem that suited the situation—

"The rain on the sky is as moist as soft as a slim thing, and the grass looks close but nothing.
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