Chapter 103 Five Stones Powder

Author: Feng Si Niang

Chapter 103 Five Stones Powder

Unconsciously, spring has arrived, and Du Heng's mood is getting better day by day compared to the previous days.

She walked in the Xue family's garden and took a deep breath. The smell of ice and snow filled her nose; but this smell had become fresher and warmer as the weather got warmer.

She squinted her eyes and watched the birds landing on the scattered snow one after another. The grass seemed to be green again, and her mood gradually became excited.

She worked with Xue Feibai some time ago and secretly let Xue Feiqing "know" that there were several key criminals in Luoyang, and the rest was left to Xue Feiqing and Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian worked neatly, and Du Heng knew the good news was coming when he saw Xue Feibai running toward her.

Xue Feibai was so excited that he took a handful of fish food from Du Heng's hand and sprinkled it all down.

The fish in my hands are rising up, opening their mouths wide and trying to eat the fat without losing their belly.

Du Heng saw him pretending to feed again, frowned and retracted his hand: "Is there anyone who feeds fish like you?"

Xue Fei's smiling eyes turned into crescent moons: "I'm so happy!"

"It makes me happy to say any good thing."

"Ahem!" Xue Feibai whispered softly and straightened his clothes:

"Zhou Yan, under the guise of Zhou Pan, went to negotiate with the governor of Henan with a large amount of money, saying that he could bring the documents from Henan to Beijing, and guaranteed that the criminals would be brought back to the capital alive and alive and would not be silenced.

', Henan officials will not suffer from both ends;

Since the prince has said so, wouldn't it seem ignorant if the governor of Henan should not resign? Besides, they themselves do not bear any risks; the struggle to seize the rightful son is getting stronger and stronger, and it is not appropriate for them, who are outside the feudal officials, to offend the prince.

The Luoyang magistrate was also a cunning person and was famous for his non-stick cooking. He originally wanted to hand over those hot-potato criminals to his superiors, but his superiors refused to accept them! He simply stopped interrogating them properly.

If they had been interrogated separately, they would have been defeated one by one. Now those people who were arrested by Zhou Yan are still as hard to open their mouths as clam shells. Didn’t they also thank the Luoyang magistrate?..."

"Stop, stop, stop -" Du Heng waved his hand, "What kind of good news are you talking about? I didn't hear a single good word!"

"Listen to me! Didn't Zhou Xian also know these things? He suddenly went to ask the emperor for an order that day and wanted to summon the governor of Sichuan back to Beijing. We don't know the reason, but he did it anyway——

Zhou Xian also used his advantage in the official department to spread a rumor that "the prefect of Luoyang is expected to move to Sichuan". If the governor of Sichuan passes through Luoyang, can the prefect of Luoyang not rush to curry favor with him after receiving the letter?

So, the clever Luoyang prefect immediately handed over the criminals to the still confused Sichuan governor!"

"Hahahahaha!" Du Heng held down his belly that hurt from laughter. The governor of Sichuan was a direct descendant of the serious third prince Zhou Pan. If someone fell into his hands, it would be strange if Zhou Yan didn't peel off his skin!

Zhou Xian's trick of "false Dao and defeating Guo" is really clever!

"In the Zhou family, Zhou Xian is the only one who understands..." Xue Fei said in vain, but his eyes were cast into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

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Zhou Pan hated Lao Ba and the Eighth Route Army to the core, and now he had an excuse to bring him to his doorstep.

After he learned the news immediately, he put the thief in a prison car and swaggered all the way to Beijing, wishing he could spread the news along the way and fly all over the country;

Then he sent personal soldiers and invited escorts to protect him. With this posture, he would not let go of even a fly passing by; he was not afraid that someone would come to rob the prisoner, but he was afraid that someone would not come to rob the prisoner!

He was still clamoring that when he returned to Beijing, he would personally interrogate him to find out who was so bold as to secretly manufacture black powder.

Later, his not very bright brain actually figured out something for the first time. He had an intuition that this group of thieves would be related to the gold mine that was widely rumored in Beijing some time ago:

Wu Youdong, the prefect of Chuncheng, happened to write a letter a few days ago, stating that a fake gold mine was discovered in Yunnan and was hotly contested. Gunpowder was used to mine the mine at the site. How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

Zhou Pan, who was deeply aware of the fact that he had uncovered the truth, still behaved openly and freely, but he couldn't help but have a different perspective: he began to adopt an uncharacteristically soft policy.

Therefore, not only can he not interrogate in advance, he cannot even intervene in the interrogation; he must also protect the suspect. It is best to let his father's people do the trial!

Zhou Pan only felt that the two meridians of Ren and Du had been opened, and he even felt in a trance that he had run two large and small Zhoutians. His mind had never been so clear.

So when the prisoners were escorted to Beijing, Zhou Pan only asked a few questions briefly. Unexpectedly, the gang confessed in a hurry. It was exactly as he had guessed: Lao Ba and the others dared to make their own gunpowder and firearms!

But the problem is...

Zhou Pan looked at the scarred appearance of the prisoner, and there was also a confession with more bloody fingerprints than words. Isn't this a typical "beating into a trick"? Are his subordinates a little too smart?...

He had no time to think carefully, the commotion was already so loud, so he had to take a shower and change clothes, chose the clothes that his father was accustomed to, and even asked an adviser to sum up his words before he dared to hand over the sign and enter the palace.

When I saw the figure of my mother-in-law Long Guifei in the inner hall, my heart dropped: at least I won't be in a grounded situation like last time...

He strode forward, passing by medicine mortars, medicine pots with two ears, medicine pestles, etc. scattered aside.

The medicine mortar looked like brass, but Zhou Pan estimated that it was gold.

A row of realgar, purple quartz, white quartz, sulfur, red stone resin and various other things are stored in a water Chenghua Doucai seawater exotic animal pattern medicine jar.

The green smoke was about to extinguish, but there was still a faint black smoke lingering in the room; Zhou Pan always felt that the solemn hall had become smoky like a kitchen.

At this time, his mother-in-law was moving her fingers that were as smooth and plump as pearls in a clam. She was holding a blue and white seawater double dragon pattern with a dark flower dragon pattern inside. The bowl was separated by a layer of butterfly pink.

The handkerchief was placed in the palm of her hand, as if something in the bowl could easily trample the flowery beauty above the clouds under her feet.

Concubine Long took advantage of the emperor to drink up the medicine in the bowl, and made a gesture towards Zhou Pan. This probably meant that she didn't know how the emperor felt after taking Wu Shi Powder.

The emperor rolled his arms several times, twisting his arms into a ball. He used his sleeves to wipe the medicine stains on his beard. He untied the outermost jade belt rather impatiently, took Concubine Long's hand, and

Sitting on the jade steps with his buttocks, it seems that this can make him feel cooler.

After only sitting for a while, he couldn't stay any longer. He seemed to have a hot stove in his chest that he couldn't throw out, and he began to pace impatiently on the bare ground.

He glanced sideways and seemed to see Zhou Pan. Zhou Pan immediately took the hot wine that his mother had prepared with ease and quickly poured it into a chicken heart bowl and served it.

After the old emperor impatiently drank one cup, he grabbed the jug and drank from the spout before Zhou Pan could pour him a second cup.

Seeing this, Zhou Pan took the initiative to take off the soft old clothes with rough edges that he had worn for many years for his father.
Chapter completed!