The atmosphere solidified, and after a long time, Fang Xing said lightly: "What are you qualified to make Benben swear? What you did enough for the East Factory to peel you down and exile your whole family to the desert. What do you want Benben to swear?"

Boss Wei was still hesitating, and woke up and looked out the door, saying, "I'll give you an incense stick of time. If you miss it, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After Fang Xing finished speaking, he walked out and when he reached the gate, Boss Wei's anxious voice came from behind him.

"Brother, he is Wang Mo, a minor official from Shuntian Prefecture!"

A minor official?

Fang Xing frowned and said, "A small official can drive you to do such a lost head. Tell me the reason."

After Boss Wei said this name, he began to cooperate. He said: "The young man didn't dare to do it either, but the young man had committed a crime before and was arrested. After he came out, he found Wang Mo as his backer... This time, Wang Mo said that the prince did not even get involved in Zhan Shi's mansion, so he would definitely not be happy with His Majesty. His Majesty's body is not good and he can't control so many things..."

Fang Xing turned around and said expressionlessly: "What's next."

Boss Wei said tremblingly: "Wang Mo said that it may not be done well from now on, but someone else will come to power for the prince, so if you can place a bet first, there will be many benefits in the future."

That's actually the case?

Fang Xingran laughed silently, then nodded and asked, "Who else?"

"It's gone."

Boss Wei said in a barbarian manner: "At this time, if there are still people, the younger one will definitely drag him in."

Fang Xing understood and nodded and said, "You can't survive what you have committed. If it can be proved later that you didn't lie, then your family will not be too burdened. I guarantee it."

Mr. Wei choked up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Uncle."

...

Fang Xing walked out of the door, took a deep breath of the slightly cold air, and said, "Boss Wei and his gang were handed over to the Ministry of Justice. Let's go and meet that Lord Wang Mo now."

With his voice, more than ten people came out of the darkness. The men were filled with cold breath. The leading man walked to Fang Xing and bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your actions. We, Lord Ye, have said that when you have the opportunity to invite Mr. Lao to drink and listen to Mr. Lao's legend."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "You are kind to you, Lord Ye, you can drink at any time, but you don't take over these two people, don't ask questions, and send them to the Ministry of Justice."

The man was stunned for a moment, then responded, and then took someone in and arrested him.

...

Walking in the city of Peiping at night, the night wind was blowing, and I woke up and wrapped my cloak tightly, watching the people galloping ahead without saying a word.

This team of people approached, and the leader was An Lun.

"Xinghe Bo, how do you do this?"

Anlun was wearing a black cloak, which looked a little more majestic.

Fang Xing said, "Aren't you Sun Fo afraid of getting involved?"

This matter is mostly left unresolved in the end. If the person in charge is not strong enough, he will often be foddered.

An Lun bowed and said, "Our father-in-law said that Dongchang is His Majesty's slave, and he is not afraid of death. Are you still afraid of those villains!"

Sun Xiang's decisiveness was beyond Fang Xing's expectations. He nodded and said, "Wang Mo, a minor official in Shuntian Prefecture, check his address immediately."

An Lun nodded with a smile, and then someone behind him rode his horse and turned around.

The group walked forward in parallel, and An Lun whispered: "Xinghe Bo, have you asked Your Majesty for instructions?"

Fang Xing saw a team of soldiers from the Five City Military Police hiding in the alley, and said casually: "Many things can only be done, but they cannot be said. If you say them, you are wrong."

An Lun understood that as Yang Rong surrendered, the relationship between the king and the minister changed subtly again, and what Fang Xing did now was to uncover the scars of the past, which was not a good thing for everyone.

"Some scars heal and cannot be seen, but they still have to tear them apart. Although they will hurt, they are better than not."

Fang Xing's voice was very light, but it was roaring in An Lun's ears like thunder.

So that's the case?

How many generous kings can there be?

Judging from the fact that Zhu Gaochi began to clean up his old enemies after he took office, the emperor was obviously very stingy and revengeful, otherwise Li Maofang, the Marquis of Fuyang, should have been spared.

Then it's his nephew after all!

Such an emperor endured it after being ill by Li Shimian. Why?

This is a jealous weapon for the rat!

Fang Xing stayed in the city to catch people tonight, so he naturally had a tacit understanding with Zhu Gaochi...

Otherwise, the people from the Five Cities Military Affairs Office would have been there to interfere long ago!

"I want to teach those people a lesson and shock them!"

In the dark night, when they left, the soldiers hiding in the alley dared to come out.

The officer leading the team whispered: "Don't ask what's going on tonight, don't worry, otherwise be careful to cause trouble for yourself!"

...

An Lun finally couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Xinghe Bo, why do you interfere?"

Intervening in this matter is to attract hatred!

Fang Xing had already seen the person coming in front of him and said, "The lies are that I am willing to give everything to Your Majesty, the truth is... I have never been afraid of them."

"Brother, Wang Mo's home..."

...

Wang Mo, who has a position like Yu Qian, lives well. At least two small courtyards are comparable to those of a sixth- and seventh-rank official.

In an era when there was no entertainment after nightfall, Wang Mo read books in the study after dinner, but it was not the Four Books and Five Classics, but the Stories.

I have nothing to do at night, either chatting with my wife and children, or I just go to bed early to make a living.

But if you create too many people, your body can't stand it, so your words will become more and more prosperous.

In the study, under the candlelight, Wang Mo looked at the storybook word by word, and from time to time he became nervous or danced with the change of the plot.

His wife and children were already asleep. After reading the verbal book for a while, Wang Mo yawned, then got up and moved his hands and feet, preparing to go back to bed.

As soon as I opened the door of the study, a gust of cold wind blew in.

Wang Mo shivered, and then he remembered that he forgot to cover the charcoal with ash.

He was about to turn around when he suddenly felt aroused and rubbed his eyes. When he looked forward again, he opened his mouth and wanted to scream.

Three people walked in front of him, and the first one said in a deep voice: "Dongchang takes people, and if you don't want your wife and children to suffer, shut up!"

Wang Mo's legs became weak and he took a step back and leaned against the door frame before he could not slide.

The visitor approached and stretched his right hand forward, showed him the waist card, and then said, "Wang Mo, how do you want to die?"

Wang Mo asked tremblingly, "Dare you ask what the younger one has committed?"

The person who came dodged aside, the man behind him approached, looked at Wang Mo squinted and said, "Go in and talk."

As he said that, he entered the study and praised him: "It's very warm."

Wang Mo really couldn't walk anymore, so the two of them carried him in one of them and closed the door.

"I'm awake!"

After sitting down, Fang Xing picked up the book and looked through it, saying casually: "Wang Mo, Boss Wei has been captured. Tell me, who asked you to spread the rumors about Your Majesty?"

Wang Mo almost subconsciously wanted to run out, but as soon as he ran over, Xin Laoqi pinched his throat with one hand.

"Master, please spare me!"

The big hand in his throat was gradually exerting force. Before he was about to lose his ability to speak, Wang Mo begged for mercy quickly.

"Old Qi!"

Fang Xing nodded, Xin Laoqi let go, and Wang Mo fell to the ground, looking like a wriggling centipede under the candlelight.

"Tell me, I have many things. If my daughter wakes up tomorrow morning and doesn't see me, she will probably blame me for being a father for being traitor, so you can do it as soon as possible."

Wang Mo quickly said a name, and Fang Xing stood up and said, "But tell the truth? Or do you want to go to the torture room of the East Factory before you can tell the truth?"

The man from the East Factory sneered: "You actually dare to accuse Lord Han Lide. Are you panic?"

Wang Mo gasped and said, "Brother, if there is a falsehood, the young man is willing to be peeled from the skin!"

Peeling solid grass is the most feared punishment for the Ming officials. If it is used to swear and swear, it is no different from swearing to death.

The candle flames beat, and the heart of the man in Dongchang also beat violently.

Han Lide, a man from the time of Prince Zhu Gaochi, was considered an old man from the Zuo Zhongyun of Zhan Shi's Mansion.

But this person actually did this. What would Zhu Gaochi react?

Will you vomit blood when you are angry?

"Brother...why..."

Under the candlelight, the man from Dongchang pointed like a knife and slashed downwards with a ferocious expression.

As the saying goes, it’s not a husband without poison. This matter is so difficult. Just kill Wang Mo directly. I believe the emperor will also appreciate this action.

Fang Xing looked at the swaying candlelight in a daze, and Wang Mo was already scared to pee, and there was a smell of fishy smell in the study.

It would be fine if you were silenced, at least your family would not suffer.
Chapter completed!