Author: Mose Jiangnan

The officials of the Six Ministry of Yanjing did not look very good.

This guy Wang Dong is really cruel, and he actually asked them to write a blood book.

"What? You guys aren't afraid of such trivial things, are you?" Seeing their hesitant appearance, Wang Dong mocked disdainfully.

"If you don't even dare to write a blood book and still want to deal with His Highness the King of England? I think there is no need to continue the matters ahead, right?"

His words matched his attitude and mocked Laman.

Li Huairen, the Minister of Justice, exploded directly: "Wang Dong, you look down on others less. You are just a bloody letter. Don't you dare to be my official?"

"Come on, bring a silver needle!"

The words fell silent for a long time.

The excited Li Huairen seemed to have forgotten that not everyone could be in this room.

To prevent leaks, now they are having a secret party.

They asked the trusted officials to come in first to clean up and arrange the room. Only after those people were arranged and left would they enter the room.

Until they finished the conversation, no one could approach the room at will.

Although the people in the room have high and low rank, they are all senior officials of the court, but there is no servant.

Of course I won't listen to Li Huairen's instructions.

Seeing that no one responded to him, a look of embarrassment appeared on Li Huairen's face, and she was a little embarrassed.

My eyes glanced around the table and saw the teacups, and my eyes lit up immediately.

He picked up a teacup and threw it on the ground.

Hurry!

The tea cup was scattered and shattered.

Li Huairen bent down and picked up a relatively sharp piece of porcelain, gritted his teeth and cut it on his finger.

The sharp porcelain piece left a wound on the skin and blood flowed.

Li Huairen used the blood shed from the wound of his finger to print it hard on the document Wang Dong took out.

Directly on it, a fingerprint of blood was left.

After pressing, Li Huairen looked at Wang Dong proudly.

That's like saying it again.

"Now you know how powerful I am? Who do you look down on?"

Before Li Huairen could be proud, the Minister of Personnel waved to him.

"Sir Li, come here."

Li Huairen dared not be negligent when the Minister of Personnel summoned him.

He quickly walked over as he spoke, laughing and looking flattering: "Sir, what are your instructions?"

"Rise your hand." The Minister of Personnel said lightly.

Li Huairen raised the intact arm.

The Minister of Personnel frowned and said, "I'm talking about another hand."

Li Huairen was stunned.

But he still smiled and forced his arm to lift.

Seeing the fingers still with blood, the Minister of Personnel was very satisfied

He directly rubbed Li Huairen's injured fingers with his fingers, stained with some blood, and pressed his handprints.

At the beginning of the Minister of Personnel, everyone follows the example.

"Mr. Li, your blood has already flowed, so it's a waste if you don't need it."

The Minister of Rites also came over and rubbed Li Huairen's bloody hand.

The same is true for the Minister of Finance.

Some other officials from the six ministries came up and surrounded Li Huairen three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Thank you, Lord Li."

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Li, I will definitely have a generous gift to offer you when you look back."

It’s not that Li Huairen doesn’t want to resist, but he can’t do anything by being surrounded by so many people.

"You bastards, stop me!"

He wanted to break free, but seven or eight people grabbed his hand.

Not to mention that he is just a scholar without any power, even if a fierce general on the battlefield is suppressed by so many people, it will be difficult to move.

What's more, his arm had been interrupted by Zhu Han before and he didn't dare to move at all.

"Ah!" Li Huairen suddenly screamed.

"Bastard, just use blood. Don't move my arms around, it's almost broken."

Others were also afraid that they would really make Li Huairen's blood supply station.

The force of controlling Li Huairen was reduced a lot at once.

After this incident, Li Huairen did not dare to move casually.

Just now, he clearly felt that the bones in his arm were almost broken by them again.

Everyone was still in a row, using the blood from Li Huairen's fingers.

However, when Li Huairen cut his finger, he did not dare to use all his strength, and the wound was not particularly large.

After using the previous several Shangshu, the wound has begun to heal.

"Huh? What should I do if there is no blood?"

"This is not simple, wouldn't it be better to open another hole?"

"Drive a little bigger, otherwise heal and lose blood after a while."

Thorn.

I don’t know who it was, but I was unpretentious. I picked up the porcelain piece that Li Huairen had just cut his finger and made another cut in his hand.

Others are not as sensible as Li Huairen does it himself.

The wound was opened, and almost everyone saw bones, and the wound penetrated the entire knuckles.

Blood was sprayed out like a fountain.

"You bastards are enough. If you believe it or not, I will really turn against you."

Those people didn't care about Li Huairen's threat at all.

"Hurry! Take advantage of the high bloodiness now."

These people all used Li Huairen's blood to press their handprints on the blood book.

After they finished all this, Li Huairen's originally injured arm became a little pale due to too much blood loss.

Looking at the farce, Wang Dong shook his head contemptuously.

He refused to even write a blood book with his own blood.

It can be seen how selfish these officials from the six ministries of Yanjing are.

The Minister of Personnel handed over the document full of blood fingerprints to Wang Dong.

"Mr. Wang, are you satisfied now?"

Everyone knew in their hearts that this document was a sharp sword hanging above their heads.

And they personally set up this sword.

There is no way, even if they want to disagree.

If anyone dares not sign, then he will never be able to get out of here alive.

This is a serious crime to deal with King Zhu Han of the British.

No one can guarantee whether those who have no signatures will sell them out after leaving this door.

This document is not only a document of surrender, but is actually more like a letter of surrender.

Only in this way can everyone be truly at ease.

"Mr. Wang." The Minister of Personnel said coldly: "You can talk about your plan now, right?"

Wang Dong kept the document in person: "Actually, it's no big deal. Your Highness, King Ying, will pass by Qipan Street tomorrow..."

"I remember stationed next to Qipan Street, the Ministry of War."
To be continued...