Since the concept of "prison" is determined by "cognition", the method Zheng Xiu thought of is indeed a shortcut to improve the level of "prison".

The "Purgatory of Infernal Affairs" plan has a preliminary prototype in Zheng Xiu's mind, but more details still need to be carefully polished.

The most important thing is that it cannot attract the attention of Ye Weiyang and the royal family.

But now it happened that even Fengbei was sent out because of the "cannibal painting" case, and Ye Weiyang had no time to take care of the interior of the imperial city.

Zheng Xiu was originally waiting for Scar Lao Liu, but after waiting for an hour, the last brand new carriage was quietly parked in front of Zheng's house.

A woman with plain clothes and hair tied with hair politely knocked on the door.

Zheng Xiu came to the door.

The yellow curtain of the carriage hangs down, covering the inside, but a depressing atmosphere, as if visible to the naked eye, made Zheng Xiu subconsciously hold his breath.

"Mr. Zheng, my master has invited you, please get in the car and talk to you."

Zheng Xiu looked at the driver who was driving the horse in silence, and saw that the driver had a beard on his face, his hands were on his mouth, and his joints were filled with calluses. He obviously had a familiar temperament on his body.

He is a Shenwu Soldier.

As the coachman, Shenwu Soldier, then the identity of the "master" in the car is about to emerge.

Zheng Xiu frowned and was about to reach out to lift the curtain. After hesitating for a few times, he paused and bowed in front of the carriage: "The Zhongliehou dare not disrespect."

A deep laughter came from the car: "I visited Zheng in a private manner, and now I am just an unknown Mr. Wei."

Where is this going?

Zheng Xiu never expected that Lao Wei would personally come to the door of Zheng's house in this low-key way.

After all, it is the current emperor, and the curtain has not been opened yet, but the narrow carriage gave Zheng Xiu an illusion of a dragon and a tiger's den.

“Get on the bus.”

Old Wei said again.

If you are pretentious, something really will happen.

Zheng Xiu sighed in his heart and thought to himself that he could still be slaughtered at his doorstep? So he opened the curtain and got on the carriage.

After Zheng Xiu got on the car, the coachman had no intention of driving at all. He parked at the door of Zheng's house, which looked like an ordinary carriage. Who would have thought that the emperor of the Daqian Dynasty and the descendant of the General Shenwu, Zhongliehou, were now alone in this inconspicuous carriage?

"Sit down."

A kind smile appeared on Old Wei's majestic face, pointing at the soft-cold opposite him, and signaling Zheng Xiu to sit down.

Zheng Xiu let out a long sigh. Since you are so polite, I am not polite.

"Marty Zhonglie, I have met... Master Wei."

After saying that, Zheng Xiu blinked at Old Wei.

The blink of an eye means that you call yourself Mr. Wei, it’s nothing to do with me.

Old Wei's current complexion is completely different from the old emperor who looked last week.

"Hahaha--" Old Wei laughed: "Your temperament is completely different from your father. Your father has always been meticulous. If General Zheng was replaced here, even if I pressed General Zheng's shoulders down, he would rather break his legs than sit."

Zheng Xiu was stunned, but soon reacted and smiled slightly: "So my father is General Zheng who is famous all over the world, and I am just a small Zheng merchant, and it is difficult to enter the elegant hall."

He deliberately pressed accent on the word "Xiaoxiao".

"No need to be restrained," Old Wei seemed to see through Zheng Xiu's thoughts and waved his hand with a smile: "If my imperial skills fall on you, it will make me look petty and not worthy of this great country."

Zheng Xiu was silent.

Silence is gold at this time, and it is right not to say it.

Old Wei said again: "Do you still remember that I asked you about it when I was in the prison camp of Dizi?"

Zheng Xiu thought for a moment and nodded.

Old Wei smiled and said, "I'm curious, who is my three unscrupulous sons?... The three of them have been at peace for too long over the years. It's time to get some blood and energy, otherwise it will be difficult to become a great person." After saying that, Old Wei slapped his head and laughed at himself: "Well, you have no intention of assisting the government. What's the use of telling you about these things?"

Zheng Xiu was still silent.

"But there are fewer people around me who can complain and speak in my heart, that is, when I meet you who have nothing to do with these things, I can't help but say a few more words."

Old Wei's face was a little more lonely, but his expression changed too quickly. Before Zheng Xiu could taste it carefully, Old Wei had already changed into another face.

"Are you planning to go back to prison?"

Zheng Xiu was stunned. Now that he was silent, he was really pretending to be stupid when playing Ming Cards, but it seemed a bit bad to make clear. After carefully deliberating, Zheng Xiu replied carefully: "Hao Zhongliehou has always abide by the law. Since it is a big act, I will naturally abide by the law without any regrets."

"Oh?" Old Wei looked at Zheng Xiu deeply: "If I told you, I would have known for a long time, who was the murderer who killed Yurun, do you want to know the answer?"

Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly and said, "I think I'd better not know."

Old Wei showed a distressed look: "If you ask you to go back, it will make the world feel that I cannot distinguish right from wrong, black and white, and do not remember General Zheng's merits in protecting the country. It will cause you to suffer unjust injustice and be unable to stop everyone from talking. Now that things have come, I am in a dilemma."

The carriage was silent in an instant.

Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank slightly and then returned to normal.

"If the emperor doesn't mind, Zhonglie Hou has a way to have the best of both worlds."

Outside the carriage, the disguised palace maids were guarding the curtain.

The Divine Martial Artsman, who played the coachman, leaned obliquely on the horse seat, his eyes were empty, as if he was not closed, and his fingers and claws were tightly clasped, making crisp joint sounds.

After a while.

"Hahaha--"

Lao Wei's laughter came from the car.

Zhonglie Hou calmly lifted the curtain and walked down.

"The wise and wise."

Zheng Xiu bowed to the carriage.

"Wow—"

The coachman opened his empty eyes, grinned, whistled, and pulled the reins.

The palace maid took the seat next to the coachman.

The front of the car turned around, and the coachman was about to pull the horse's butt, and the curtain was lifted up in a corner.

Before leaving, Lao Wei suddenly asked, "'Businessman'?"

Zheng Xiu was slightly stunned and looked into the curtain. He clasped his fists and bowed inside. After a few breaths of movement, Zheng Xiu said, "Yes, 'Emperor'."

Watching the carriage leave.

On the 13th anniversary of the celebration, Ji Honglou fell from the wall at the same time.

Pei Gaoya scratched her bald head and came out of the flowers. A few petals fell on her head: "Well?"

Zheng Xiu smiled and waved his hand: "Don't be nervous." When he closed the door, Zheng Xiu asked: "Why are you here?"

Qing Shisan sighed, swallowed the clouds and mist, opened his hand and made a gesture of holding the bowl and lowered his voice: "Aren't you afraid that the weather will change?" Qing Shisan finished speaking, whistling out to the empty space of the house.

Qing Shisan was afraid that the emperor would attack, so he was ready to lift the pot lid on the spot to rebel.

The shadows relaxed at the same time and disappeared again.

"Haha, don't underestimate the 'emperor'' demeanor."

Zheng Xiuyi was pointing out, and Qing Shisan asked the master again when he would go back to jail.

"It's a pity that I can't squat in this prison for the time being."

In the afternoon, a series of official documents caused a stir in the officialdom.

First of all, the case of Princess Yurun.

Lao Wei issued an order directly to remove half of the officials from the Inspectorate, and the censors from the left and right were sentenced to beheading and executed.

The reason is nothing more than Princess Yurun’s case. Such obvious frame-ups cannot be seen. Although Zhonglie Hou is suspected, he is definitely not the biggest suspect.

A gust of wind and clouds moved secretly. In addition to the Inspectorate, the Ministry of Justice, who was responsible for the case, had a complete blood exchange.

Jiang Gaoyi felt the bloody storm in the office of the Ministry of Justice, and was trembling. Under the instructions of the emperor, he wrote down official documents and pressed the official seal.

In the afternoon, some people were promoted and some were dismissed, but there was no sound in the imperial city, and they were as peaceful as usual.

At night.

Finally, a thousand-character text was written on the public notice board that informed the people.

The article is too long and most people cannot understand it.

Maybe it was intentional.

If you can't understand, that's right.

Soon after, the storyteller in the teahouse began to sing and talk about this.

It is said that there is actually another person in the case of Princess Yurun, but the murderer was too cunning and wanted to blame Zhongliehou. In order to prove his innocence, Zhongliehou was willing to obey the law and bear the charge of "suspicious murder". However, the emperor was kind-hearted and immediately revised the "special amnesty" in the law and was particularly kind.

Zhongliehou only needs to return to Tianzhuo every ten days, and serve three days in prison, and the rest of the day can be escorted back to Zheng's house under the jailer. However, before finding out the real murderer, Zhongliehou must not leave the imperial city half a step away.

As soon as this announcement was released, it reflected the emperor's benevolence, and also showed the emperor's fairness and discernment, and also showed the loyalty and sincerity of the loyal and lieutenant.

Most people are thinking how touching it is to Zheng Xiu, the richest man, who was obviously framed and wronged, was still willing to take the initiative to endure the prison disaster.

Little did he know that this result made Zheng’s richest man hide in the dungeon almost laugh and moan. From now on, he can treat the Heavenly Prison and the Dark Crime as his third home and enter and exit at will. This is a huge convenience for the [Prisoner] path.
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