Chapter 148

At the beginning of summer, when Xiao mubai's door was closed, naturally I didn't hear his whisper.

He was turning his wrist, looked at the grip mark, and shook his head helplessly.

Although Xiao mubai didn't exert himself, he was white and had some traces after being held for a long time.

At the beginning of summer, Xiao mubai sighed. Although he was lovely after being drunk, he was really a grinding goblin. He had to prick him with a needle before he could get away.

Seeing that the surroundings were particularly clean, he opened his mouth and called for a cold SA. He didn't see anything for a long time, so he did it.

Ben also wanted him to order his servants to send some water to bathe.

At the beginning of summer, I looked up at the night. After being tossed by Xiao mubai, I had already turned around and went back to the house.

At the beginning of summer, resting on the couch, I looked at the deep night outside the window, which could not be melted like thick ink.

Now, he is ready to get involved in the marriage between the state of Liang and the western regions.

In the capital of the state of Xiao, no letter from Bingwen has been received so far.

The progress should also be quite smooth

At this time, Bingwen, who was in Mingxiang garden, was drinking tea and playing chess with Xie Jiming.

Kong Changhui beside Bingwen was fidgeting and sighing.

Jie Jiming is hesitant. Black and white are stuck together, which is the key stage of fighting.

After his hesitant son fell, Bingwen followed him with a smile, and he was surprised that he was wrong and lost the game.

He stared at Kong Changhui with resentment, gave him a white look and said bitterly, "it's all your fault."

Bingwen smiled brightly and counted the children.

Xie Jiming stood up and said, "no, when will you send this sighing ghost away and come to me again?"

Bingwen saw Xie Jiming leave and pretended to be angry at Kong Changhui: "it's all your fault. Your chess friends let you go."

Kong Changhui flattened his mouth. Can you blame him?

Bingwen is good. I don't go out behind closed doors. I refuse to see guests.

But the people who come here are bigger than an official. He can't afford to offend anyone.

Although Xiang Chengfang is a sixth grade imperial doctor, it is also the same as his official rank. In addition, he has visited four times in ten days. He has to ask what happened to the skeleton.

Hu Yingmao, the third grade Dali Temple secretary, comes here every day and needs to inquire about Mr. Bingwen's interrogation today?

Huo Tianxiu, the nine door supervisor of the first grade, has sent people to send two replies. They all have to ask how the case is going.

But the Lord in front of me was deaf to what was happening outside the window.

Spread out his hands, play chess with Xie Jiming every day, and refit the inn with Shi Zhongfei.

Occasionally, I also go to the front hall to participate in some interesting activities, meet friends with poetry and discuss my heart with piano.

Duan's character as a talented man made Kong Changhui half dead.

"Just give me an accurate word. When will you go to prison to interrogate people?" Kong Changhui held it for ten days and finally couldn't bear it. Gen asked with his neck.

"Go now." Bingwen sipped his tea and looked at the angry Kong Changhui and said leisurely.

"Ah?" Kong Changhui was shocked. He didn't expect Bingwen to promise so readily.

"Why, just now you thought I was ink, and now you think I'm too fast?" Banter with prose.

"No, no, let's go, let's go." Fearing that he would go back on his word, Kong Changhui pulled him up and went to the gate.

"It's time for governor Huo to see your eagerness." Bingwen was dragged forward by him, with a helpless face.

"I'm not asking for credit." Kong Changhui brushed his lips with disdain.

Admittedly, Kong Changhui just wanted to interrogate and end the case as soon as possible.

In addition to the people who were struggling to deal with every day, his first intention was to return the bones to justice.

Of course, Bingwen doesn't care about the case. He just wants to sharpen the patience of the people in prison.

By the way, see who will catch him.

According to Hu Yingmao's words, many people really went to Dali temple to inquire at first.

After moving out of Huo Tidu, they all consciously returned home. Slowly these days, no one came to the door again.

They came to the gate of Dali temple. It was almost Haishi.

Hu Yingmao had already returned to the mansion. Fortunately, the officers and soldiers in front of the door knew them and led them all the way to the prison.

Because they were locked in different places, when they reached the door of the cell, the officers and soldiers who led the way asked, "Lord Kong, which room to go first?"

Kong Changhui looked at Bingwen and saw that his mouth was compared with Zhuo Xiande. He replied to the officers and soldiers, "go to the cell where Zhuo Xiande is detained first."

The officers and soldiers answered and took them around the corner to the end. They came to Zhuo Xiande's cell and asked, "do you want to open the door?"

"No, where is Yao Meizhen?" Bingwen asked.

"Turn left at the end of the road and you can see it." The officers and men pointed out the direction and reported back to Bingwen.

"Thank you. Go down first." Bingwen thanked.

The officers and men answered yes and withdrew.

Bingwen looked at Zhuo Xiande with gray eyes, and there was no day in prison.

Coupled with the anxiety, panic and regret of these days, he was skinny and depressed.

"Is there nothing that Zhuo Yuan envoy wants to explain?" Bing Wen asked in a warm voice.

Zhuo Xiande snorted coldly and didn't reply.

"I think these days, you can see more or less. Up to now, do you think anyone can save you?" Bingwen sneered.

Zhuo Xiande's heart was stabbed by Bingwen.

Indeed, in the past ten days, no one came to see him.

Even empress concubine Li only paid a jailer to warn him to keep his mouth shut, and her children were still taken care of.

Otherwise

Otherwise, naturally, even incense can't stay.

Now he refuses to admit it until they can't find evidence. There is still a glimmer of life.

If you admit it, you will die.

"It seems that the envoy of Zhuo hospital doesn't shed tears when he doesn't see the coffin. I have to visit my third aunt. At that time, the opportunity to confess and be lenient will fall on others."

Although Zhuo Xiande was frightened in his heart, he still held on to his face. He glanced at him and turned directly to show his determination.

Bingwen was not annoyed, so he turned and took Kong Changhui to Yao Meizhen's cell.

Yao Meizhen finally met someone outside the prison for ten days, and her reaction was much greater than that of Zhuo Xiande.

She jumped to the prison door, grabbed the iron fence with both hands and asked, "when can I be released?"

"It depends on when the madam will explain." Bingwen stepped back two steps and looked at the haggard, unkempt and crazy woman frowning.

Yao Meizhen let out her breath in an instant, slumped on the ground, shook her head and said, "I don't know, I don't know anything."

Bingwen also squatted down, sighed at Yao Meizhen and earnestly advised: "madam, you are different from Zhuo Xiande. He should have died, but you still have a pair of children in Huo Tidu's house. Do you remember?"