Chapter 342 Song Zhao Likes Si Yu-

The Ministry of Punishment is the head of the six departments, an intermediary that can directly intervene in the affairs of the court, and the most important authority under the crown prince.

Si Yu originally controlled a powerful black shield army, and now with the blessing of the Ministry of Punishment, his status is no different from that of a feudal lord, and no one dares to underestimate him.

In the future, even the crown prince had to treat him politely, and Emperor Yuan Chun would have to work harder to suppress him.

The prince's mistake ruined Emperor Yuanchun's deployment and made it more difficult to cut power.

Emperor Yuanchun was so angry that he took a deep look at the prince, said "this is what you did", and then walked away.

The prince closed his eyes tightly.

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Coming out of the Prince's Mansion, Fu Nanqian was still in a daze. He didn't dare to make too much expression when Emperor Yuan Chun was there, and now he dared to exclaim, "Song Jiazhaozhao, it turns out that the one you asked me to get is the Ministry of Punishment." My secret, how did you find out?"

After winning the battle, Song Zhao was very proud, and raised his chin, "I'm amazing."

Fu Nanqian really admired Song Zhao this time.

At the beginning, Song Zhao encircled and suppressed the Ministry of Punishment and made a big fuss in the Prince's Mansion. He thought Song Zhao was trying to kill him.

But just now Song Zhao turned against the wind, and the forced prince and queen Yuan Chun had to follow her wishes, which is really awesome.

More importantly, Song Zhaozhen snatched the Ministry of Punishment from the prince.

With Si Yu's status, it was more difficult to seize power than ascend to the sky, but Song Zhao easily helped him win the fattest power, and their team became stronger and stronger.

Fu Nanqian's eyes were shining brightly, and he leaned over like a dog, "Song Jia Zhaozhao, look at the position of chief interrogator in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, can I do it?"

Song Zhao smiled and looked at Si Yu, "You should ask the fourth brother."

Si Yutaohua smiled, deep and beautiful, with a flat voice, "You decide."

Song Zhao's ear tips were reddish.

Probably because she understood her feelings for Si Yu, so just these four simple words also made her feel inexplicably sweet.

Song Zhao's lips curved upwards, and he said crisply, "If you want to do it, just do it."

Fu Nanqian cheered, and shouted excitedly, "Father, from today on, Song Jia Zhaozhao, you will be my own father, and I will be able to play a big role in the future!"

Song Zhao was very happy to see Fu Nanqian so happy, and also infected, after Fu Nanqian recovered.

Song Zhaodao, "As soon as you return to the Ministry of Punishment, post a message to the victim's family and ask them to claim the girl's body.

Then you find a few restaurant storytellers to spread the word.

I want everyone to know that the former Chief Interrogator of the Ministry of Criminal Justice brutally murdered a young girl in order to pray for His Highness the Crown Prince. "

Emperor Yuanchun only said to keep the secrets of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, but he didn't say that he couldn't pass on the news that the chief judge killed the girl.

Besides, this kind of thing can't be hidden, and the people have to be explained.

"Fuck, Song Jiazhaozhao, you're such a good move!" Fu Nanqian gave Song Zhao a thumbs up.

Although the prince asked the chief interrogator to confess all the crimes, but the chief interrogator was to pray for the prince to commit the crime, and the girl's body was still dug out from the prince's backyard.

Can the families of the victims not resent the prince?

As things spread, the prince's reputation plummeted.

This time he lost the sacred heart, and then lost the hearts of the people.

Thinking about His Royal Highness is miserable enough.

Fu Nanqian took office as a new official, and couldn't wait to leave and go to work.

Song Zhao turned to face Si Yu, and asked seriously, "Brother, do you think I treat you well?"

Si Yu stopped and looked down at her, "What did you call me?"

Song Zhao's eyes flickered, he raised his clean cheeks, and his voice was soft and sweet, "Brother, I think it sounds better to be called brother, don't you like it?"

She remembered that in the modern world, many women called the men they liked brother.

She... wanted to call it that too.

Si Yu pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, his heartbeat was out of balance for a moment, and a shallow breath came out from his throat,

"Brother loves it to death."