Chapter 2587

"Ah!"

Yan Dajian screamed. His facial features were distorted and his elegance was no longer.

Anlun slowly stood up and said, "my mother is kind and duty. She never slacks when she works in your house."

"But she died."

Anlun slowly pulled out an iron rod and said, "for my sister."

Yan Dajian burst into tears and shouted, "help!"

Anlun went to his side and said, "my sister called for help... I bought an old servant of your family, and he said... My sister has been begging for mercy, and she has been asking the young master to spare his life..."

Yan Dajian's body was shaking, "that's... That's... All kinds of mistakes are counted on me. I just... I just ask you to let my son go. I'd like to be a slave to my family in the afterlife."

"My sister begged like that."

Aaron's voice became cold.

"For my sister."

Yan Dajian only felt a pain in his right hand, and then the same in his left hand.

He struggled hard, but his hands were pierced on the wooden column by an iron drill. The sharp pain of the pull made him howl miserably.

At the moment, his limbs were nailed to the wooden column, and a little movement would hurt his heart.

Anlun walked slowly to the front, then looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction.

Yan Dajian begged powerlessly, "please..."

An Lun walked over, pulled off Yan Dajian's official hat, then looked at the bald place and said with a sneer: "you actually shaved your head? Retribution!"

Yan Dajian tried his best to look up and shouted at the roof: "Anlun is lynching. Please, I know xinghebo is outside. Please, help me..."

Allan knelt slowly to the side and prayed in a low voice.

When he got up, his eyes suddenly and coldly fixed on Yan Dajian, who was struggling in vain, and then went to the side and struggled to lift a jar.

The jar was opened by him, and then he kicked it down. The liquid slowly flowed in the prison and gradually spread to the feet of him and Yan Dajian.

Yan Dajian suddenly shouted, "Anlun wants to set fire!"

While Anlun ignited the fire, the door was kicked open from the outside.

Anlun turned back slowly. When he saw Fang Xing appear at the door, he raised the fire fold, nodded and said, "thank you, Xinghe Bo."

Fang Xing stretched out his hand and said, "Anlun, if what you said is true, your majesty will clean him up. You don't need to bury him."

Anlun suddenly smiled and said, "my mother is timid, and my sister is... Timid. I have to accompany them."

"No!"

The fire fell to the ground.

Boom!

The flame suddenly rose, and Xin Laoqi pulled Fang awake behind him.

"Ah!"

Yan Dajian on the wooden column became a burning man.

Anlun had been shrouded in flames, but he didn't scream, just stood there.

"Mother... Sister..."

Xin Laoqi pulled Fang out of the prison, and a group of people stood there watching the sergeants demolish the houses on both sides to prevent the fire from spreading.

……

"Check!"

Zhu Zhanji's face was livid. He knelt down in Shenyang and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid it will take some time to find a witness."

Zhu Zhanji pointed out and Shenyang hurried out.

"Human face and beast heart?"

Zhu Zhanji sneered, "how many such officials are there?"

Yang Rong felt very embarrassed because Zhu Zhanji decided that Anlun's words were true without verification and nailed Yan Dajian and Yan Chunhui and his son to the stigma of human face and animal heart.

"Your Majesty, Yan Chunhui..."

Du Qian keenly grasped the key points of the problem. As long as he grasped Yan Chunhui, the matter would come to the bottom.

Zhu Zhanji said, "send someone to Fujian immediately."

……

Fang Xing sat on the ground outside the gate of the East factory.

Shenyang wants to control the East factory, so it doesn't have time to accompany him.

All the people in the east hall were called back, and then controlled inside, waiting to be screened one by one.

"It's not a small matter, it's the public... It's Anlun who asked the small to get people. The small one was ordered to act!"

Qian Yu thinks he is a pot bearer, and he still carries the pot for Anlun.

But the emperor's order was to identify the top and bottom of the East Hall. Yan Dajian was taken by Qian Yu. Anyway, he could not wash away the suspicion any more.

"You pretend to be a philistine and quarrel with me. Don't you want to burden me?"

Fang Xing never felt that any eunuch could bear humiliation like Anlun.

"Your enemy is right in front of you. How can you bear it? If it's me, I'm afraid I can't bear it all day."

"He's insidious."

Du Qian has been standing on the side for a long time, but Fang woke up and didn't find it.

He came over, sat beside Fang Xing and said, "since he can bear it, why can't he bear it until the end of the western expedition? Starting at this time is adding trouble to Daming and his majesty."

Fang Xing just stared at the front.

"I just came out of the palace, and your Majesty's plans have been disrupted. Now the most important thing is to appease people's hearts and revive the Ministry of rites. Hu has gone to the Ministry of rites, and he will also be the Minister of rites."

Fang Xing frowned slightly and said, "this is a thing of the past."

"What happened before?"

Du Qian was stunned, and then suddenly realized, "do you mean that in the future, the Bachelor of assistant politics will concurrently serve as six Shangshu?"

Fang Xing said sarcastically, "I remember what you said last time: will the next six Shangshu concurrently serve as a Bachelor of assistant politics?"

The positions of the Bachelor of assistant politics and the six Shangshu were lost, and then the context and position were completely different.

This is a mockery. Du Qian is the grass on the wall.

Du Qian sighed, "you have a friendship with Anlun, so I don't care about it. Just now your Majesty was angry and sent someone to Fujian to take Yan Chunhui. I'm afraid that people in Fujian will be in danger!"

Fang woke up coldly and said, "it's none of my business!"

Du Qian said helplessly, "at this time, we should focus on the western expedition!"

At this time, Fang woke up and heard the horse hissing. He slowly looked up and said casually, "then suppress it!"

Du Qian smiled bitterly at the murderous man in these words, but he didn't see his sharp attempt to run away from his colleagues in the political affairs hall.

"Yi law..."

After a long hiss, a war horse rushed into the East Hall.

Fang Xing frowned and asked, "whose?"

The war horse was followed by two Fanzi. One of them shouted, "this is father-in-law's horse. He said he took it to father-in-law Chen's house."

Fang woke up and saw that the war horse was vigorous, but his mouth couldn't stop hissing. He couldn't help blurting out: "is it the war horse with broken legs?"

No one answered his question. The two fans caught up and grabbed the reins of the war horse.

The horses struggled, the corners of their mouths were torn, and blood trickled down.

It opened its mouth and hissed hard.

"Let it go!"

Fang Xing and Du Qian shouted almost at the same time.

That son subconsciously released his hand and horse rushed to front of the prison.

The fire has been put out, but the things in it are mixed. More than ten people are looking for two corpses.

"Found Yan Dajian!"

Due to the large number of people, the fire was suppressed when it started. Then it was covered with sand and put out the fire step by step.

When Fang Xing and Du Qian walked over, they saw two royal guards dragging out a dark human thing with a hook.

No one looks more!

Because they were worried that the people in the east hall would play tricks, the people at the scene were all from the royal guards.

There is a smell at the scene of the fire. Once contaminated, it will take a long time to wash away. So people in royal guards don't want to do this.

They hook things with hooks and drag them out. It's very hard.

The people in the East factory are standing on the side. Until the investigation is clear, those stalls will be detained in the East factory.

A fan Zi came out. He knelt down to Fang Xing and said, "uncle, please collect the funeral for my father-in-law..."

Fang Xing's eyes were a little sour.