Mu Li frowned and said: "Using candies and cakes to prevent children from singing songs can only point the finger but not cure the root cause.
They do it intentionally and will send people to other places to spread the news. We can’t stop it by spreading sugar everywhere.”
Otherwise, if you fall into the eyes of others, you will become guilty.
Mu Yunhan lowered his head and wrote a letter under the lamp: "This is just a cover-up."
Shaoqing, she finished writing the letter and handed the envelope to Elder Wu: "Elder, please be sure to deliver this letter to Ah Lin as quickly as possible."
Of course she knew that blocking a child's mouth with candy was not an option, so she wanted to cut off the cause of the disaster at the source.
Then, she and the Medicinal Food Hall alone can't do it, and it's up to Gu Fenglin to take action.
Elder Wu followed the order and quickly disappeared into the night.
Gou Sheng'er came quickly and said: "According to the tip, the Meng Qin Envoy arrested some people, tortured and interrogated them all night, and said they found clues to the arson case."
Clues to the arson case?
Doesn’t that mean we need to trace the Mongolian faction?
Mu Yunhan thought for a moment and decided not to do anything at the moment but to deal with the aftermath of the fire properly.
"Go to sleep, everyone is tired, and there are still many things to do tomorrow." She clapped her hands and dismissed everyone.
The sky turned white.
Meng Twelve leaned against the door frame and dozed off, staggering and almost falling to the ground.
Awakened by his sleepiness, he stretched tiredly.
The sound of cries of prisoners being tortured came from the room, and he peeked in quietly.
Meng Jia was sitting on the chair, expressionless, his eyes as red as Shura, tireless and hard-hearted.
Peng Bo emerged from the darkness quietly and pulled Meng Twelve.
The two walked quietly to the corner and talked quietly.
Peng Bo complained: "What do you want, Master Ten? By arresting his own people and interrogating them endlessly, do you want to push them out?"
Meng Twelve sighed: "What can we do? He is under His Majesty's orders."
Meng Jia is no longer the former Meng Jia. After all, he is a man who has led troops and fought in wars. He is determined and cannot be easily controlled.
For example, if the person who caught him was tortured, he knew it was wrong, but he had no way to stop it.
"I have sent someone to send a letter back to Beijing as soon as possible. Let's see what the Prime Minister says." Meng Twelve was really exhausted both physically and mentally.
Suddenly I heard a burst of cheers from inside: "Hit it, Hidden!"
Peng Bo and Meng Twelve looked at each other and hurried over.
Mengjia glanced at them lightly and threw the confession over.
Meng Twelve picked it up and looked at it, wondering: "Is this appropriate?"
Without saying a word, Meng Jia staggered out, fell on the bed and fell asleep.
It was already noon when the news of the prisoner's confession reached Mu Yunhan.
She immediately rushed to the county government office to ask for an audience with Meng Jia, but was refused because the imperial envoy did not see foreigners.
In desperation, she had no choice but to go back, find out the inside story through other connections, and write another letter back to Beijing.
At the same time, Lanjing Palace.
The emperor and Gu Fenglin sat across from each other, with a letter written by Mu Yunhan lying flat on the table.
This letter is not long, but it completely describes the entire incident and the countermeasures taken by Mu Yunhan.
Finally, there is the nursery rhyme.
Mu Yunhan recorded the nursery rhyme completely and word for word, expressing her worries and grievances.
The emperor's face was ugly, but there was no anger.
Gu Fenglin leaned over and saluted: "Due to my fault, chaos broke out in the court. If it can be calmed down, I am willing to take a step back."