Chapter 1627: The Unexpected Person

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The atmosphere froze for a long time, and Fang Xing said calmly, "What qualifications do you have to make Benbo swear? What you have done is enough for Dongchang to peel you, enough for the whole family to be exiled in the desert. What do you have to make Benbo swear?"

Boss Wei was still hesitating, Fang Xing stood up and looked outside the door, and said, "I'll give you a little time to burn incense, if you miss it, don't blame Ben for being ruthless!"

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

"Uncle, it's Wang Mo, a small official from Shuntian Mansion!"

petty official?

Fang Xing frowned and said, "A small official can force you to do such a mind-killing thing, just tell me the reason."

After Boss Wei mentioned the name, he began to cooperate. He said: "I didn't dare to do it at first, but I was arrested for committing crimes before, and after I came out, I found Wang Mo as a backer... This time it is Wang Mo. Mo said, he said that the crown prince didn't manage Zhan Shi's mansion, so His Majesty must not be pleased, and His Majesty is not in good health, so he can't manage so many things..."

Fang Xing turned around and said expressionlessly, "The next thing."

Elder Wei said tremblingly: "Wang Mo said, maybe someone else will take the stage instead of the crown prince, so if you can place your bet first, it will benefit you a lot in the future."

Is that so?

Fang Xing laughed dumbfounded, then nodded and asked, "Who else?"

"Gone."

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

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

Boss Wei choked up and said, "Thank you uncle."

...

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

Following his voice, more than a dozen people came out from the darkness. These men were filled with icy aura. The leading man walked up to Fang Xing, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Uncle Ye, for your help. Our Master Ye said, we will wait for you later." I have a chance to invite uncle to drink and listen to the legend of uncle."

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

The man froze for a moment, then agreed, and then led someone in to arrest him.

...

Walking in Beiping city at night, the night wind was bitter, Fang Xing wrapped his cloak tightly, watching the people galloping ahead in silence.

The team approached, and the leader was actually An Lun.

"Xing Hebo, how do you do this?"

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

Fang Xing said: "Aren't you Sun Fo afraid to get involved?"

Most of these things will be left alone in the end. If the handler is not strong enough, they will often be cannon fodder.

An Lun cupped his hands and said: "Our father-in-law said that Dongchang is His Majesty's domestic slave and is not afraid of death, so why are you still afraid of those villains!"

Sun Xiang's decisiveness was beyond Fang Xing's expectation. He nodded and said, "Wang Mo, a small official from the Shuntian Mansion, check his address immediately."

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

A group of people walked in parallel, An Lun whispered: "Uncle Xinghe, have you asked His Majesty for instructions?"

Fang Xing saw a group of people from Wucheng Bingmasi hiding in the alley, so he said casually: "There are many things that can only be done, and cannot be said, and it is wrong to say."

An Lun understood, with Yang Rong's surrender, the relationship between the monarch and his ministers has undergone subtle changes again, and what Fang Xing is doing now is to uncover the scars of the past, which is not a good thing for everyone.

"Even if some scars are healed and can't be seen anymore, they still have to be torn off. Even though it hurts, it's better than leaving it alone."

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

Is that so?

How many magnanimous 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 vengeful, otherwise Li Maofang, Marquis of Fuyang, should have been spared.

That was his nephew after all!

Such an emperor endured Li Shimian's anger, why?

This is the rat-thrower!

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

Otherwise, the people from Wucheng Bingma Division would have intervened long ago!

"We must teach those people a lesson and intimidate them!"

In the dark night, when they were far away, the sergeants who were hiding in the alley dared to come out.

The officer leading the team whispered: "Don't ask about tonight's affairs, don't worry about it, or you will get yourself into trouble!"

...

An Lun couldn't hold back his curiosity in the end, and asked, "Xing He Bo, why did you intervene?"

Interfering in this matter is hating people!

Fang Xing had already seen the people in front of him, and said, "The lie is that I am willing to dedicate everything to His Majesty, but the truth is... I have never been afraid of them."

"Uncle, Wang Mo's house..."

...

Wang Mo, who has the same position as Yu Qian, lives in a good place, at least two small courtyards are comparable to the treatment of sixth- and seventh-rank officials.

In the era of lack of entertainment after nightfall, Wang Mo reads in the study after dinner, but it is not the Four Books and Five Classics, but a storybook.

There is nothing to do at night, either chatting with his wife and children, or going to bed early to make a man.

But if there are too many people, the body can't stand it anymore, so the storybook becomes more and more prosperous.

In the study, under the candlelight, Wang Mo read the script word by word, feeling nervous or elated with the changes of the plot from time to time.

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

As soon as the door of the study was opened, a gust of cold wind swept in.

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

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

There were three people walking in front, and the first person said in a deep voice: "Dongchang arrests people, if you don't want your wife and children to suffer, just shut up!"

Wang Mo's legs softened, and he took a step back, leaning against the door frame to avoid slipping.

When the visitor approached, he stretched out his right hand, showed him the waist badge, and said, "Wang Mo, how do you want to die?"

Wang Mo asked tremblingly, "Dare to ask what the little one did?"

The person stepped aside, the person behind him approached, squinted at Wang Mo and said, "Go in and talk."

After speaking, he entered the study room and praised it: "It's very warm."

Wang Mo couldn't move anymore, so the two carried him in one by one, and then closed the door.

"I will wake up!"

After Fang Xing sat down, he picked up the storybook and flipped through it, and said casually, "Wang Mo, Boss Wei has already been arrested, so tell me, who asked you to spread those rumors about His Majesty?"

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

"Uncle, please forgive me!"

The big hand in his throat was gradually exerting strength, and before he was about to lose his ability to speak, Wang Mo hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Old Seven!"

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

"Let's talk, I have a lot of things to do. If the girls at home can't see me when they wake up tomorrow, they will probably blame me, my father, for treachery. So hurry up."

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

The man from Dongchang sneered and said, "You dare to frame Mr. Han Lide, are you in a panic?"

Wang Mo panted: "Uncle, if there are fakes, the little ones are willing to be peeled for real grass!"

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

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

Han Lide, a man from the period of Prince Zhu Gaochi, Zuo Zhongyun of Zhan Shifu, is considered an old man.

But it was actually done by this person, how would Zhu Gaochi react?

Will he vomit blood?

"Uncle...how about..."

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

As the saying goes, it is non-toxic and not a husband. This matter is so difficult, so I just kill Wang Mo directly. I believe the emperor will appreciate this move.

Fang Xing stared at the swinging candle in a daze, while Wang Mo was already peeing from fright, and there was a fishy smell in the study.

It's okay to be silenced, at least the family will not suffer.

Wang Mo, who knew he was going to die, looked at Fang Xing expectantly after fear, and was also in a daze.