The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Feng Jiuqing knocked Lu Youzhong unconscious with a single blow of his sword. It would have been too easy for him to be killed directly. He had to make him pay the price for what he had done little by little.

Feng Jiuqing threw the knife back to the ground. The wind was very strong tonight, making a whistling sound and blowing people to pieces.

Feng Jiuqing walked back in a daze. How could it be Princess Lanshu? How could this happen? She was such a gentle and kind person! How could she let someone kill him?

Feng Jiuqing didn't know how he got back or how he fell asleep.

On the other side, Bingchen, who had just delivered something for Feng Jiuqing, was reporting to Mo Ling.

"My Lord, all the things have been delivered. But I found something strange. There are only old people and children in the whole village, almost no young and strong men, but the crops are all grown well, and crying can be heard in almost every household."

"After asking around, I learned that the men in the village were either working as farmhands for Mr. Liu, or were sent to the mines in the west of the city after getting into trouble. I visited several villages in a row, and almost no men were found."

Mo Ling closed the memorial and looked at Bingchen: "Investigate."

"Yes."

The sunshine dispels all darkness, and it is a new day.

"Hey, did you hear that there was a ghost in Mr. Lu's house yesterday?"

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true! It's said that the good man Lu was injured in both legs by the evil ghost. Half of the doctors in Suizhou City went there last night. I heard that they have invited a monk from outside the city to come back and perform a ritual!"

"How could this happen? Mr. Lu has done so many good things, how could he be haunted by an evil ghost?"

The man waved at him and said, "I will only tell you, don't tell anyone else."

"I heard that the woman who was married to a ghost has come back for revenge!"

The people who heard this were horrified: "Didn't that woman hang herself?"

Another person smiled smugly: "You don't know this. I heard that the woman didn't hang herself, but was beaten to death. That's why she came back to seek revenge!"

"How could this happen? Isn't Mr. Lu the most charitable person? How could he do such a thing?"

"Who knows? Who can tell whether Mr. Lu's money came from a legitimate source? Maybe he did too many bad things and got his retribution."

The other person seemed a little angry: "How can you say that? Mr. Lu even waived your family's rent last year. You are so ungrateful!"

"Bah! It's not rent-free, it's my man's exchange!"

Suizhou morning market is very lively, with constant hawking sounds in the streets and alleys, and rumors spread to every corner as if they had wings.

Even Feng Jiuqing, who never left his house, heard several versions of the rumor. And Mr. Lu, who was at the center of the rumor, was having a high fever and nightmares.

"Don't come over! It's not me! It's not me!" Lu Youzhong, who was sleeping on the bed, kept twitching and shouting.

The master shook his head and walked back to Wang Jing: "Sir, if we want to wait for Mr. Lu, I'm afraid we don't know how long we will have to wait."

Wang Jing's triangular eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and he stood up and said, "Then I will come to see Mr. Lu another day."

There was no progress in Li Ergou's case for a while. Although Li Ergou insisted that his sister was beaten to death, the files kept in the government office stated that she committed suicide by hanging, and the coroner's autopsy results also matched the characteristics of death by hanging.

The most important thing is that the Lu family did not agree to open the coffin for an autopsy. Even though Mo Ling forced the coffin to be opened on the grounds that the case was suspicious, all they got was a jar of ashes that could not be tested.

In the case of Li Ergou's murder, there were murder weapons and witnesses. Li Ergou said that he sat at the gate of Lu's house all night, but no one testified. Lu Yuan, the young master of the Lu family, was not cremated, but it was too long ago and a lot of evidence disappeared.

Not only that, Mo Ling's forced opening of the inn also aroused public anger, causing many people to block outside the inn and throw rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at them. Some righteous men from the charity hall even knocked on the door to seek justice for Mr. Lu.

The original rumor that the Lu family had done something evil and was being punished for it turned into that Bai Yunjin forced the museum to open for the sake of fame, which disturbed the dead and caused trouble for the Lu family.

Who is real and who is fake here? Is there anyone deliberately trying to sow discord? Who can tell for sure?

Feng Jiuqing sat on the second floor, watching Mo Ling come back with a head full of rotten vegetable leaves just after he left, and couldn't help laughing. Even so, Mo Ling was still the same as usual, and he didn't show any emotion.

Late at night, Mo Ling received news from Bingchen that there was nothing unusual at the mine, but Li Dagou had become mute and could not ask anything. He could only gesture some words that he could not understand.

"Ayan, is there something on your mind? Why aren't you resting so late?"

Mo Ling put the letter away and looked at the person who came: "Qingqing, why are you here?"

Feng Jiuqing smiled and put the things in his hand on the table: "It's hot in summer, so I made some heat-clearing tea, would you like to try it, Ayan?"

Mo Ling took the tea handed to him by Feng Jiuqing and felt much more relieved after taking a sip.

Feng Jiuqing helped Mo Ling refill his tea while whispering, "My foot injury hasn't healed yet, so I couldn't walk far. So I was bored and chatted with Li Ergou. He said that after he was convicted, the yamen runners sent him to the mine in the west of the city, and he took the opportunity to escape and met us."

Feng Jiuqing stood up and rubbed Mo Ling's temples. "Ayan, I remember we entered the city from the south gate, right? Do we have to start from the south gate to go to the west mine?"

The question that had been bothering Mo Ling suddenly seemed to have an answer. The disappearance of the man, the martial arts prodigy of the charity hall, and the trip from the south gate to the west mine gave Mo Ling a guess.

Mo Ling reached out and took the hand off his forehead, pulling the person into his arms: "Qingqing, you are really my lucky star."

"Hmm?" Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling innocently: "Ayan, why do you suddenly say that?"

"Nothing." Mo Ling had a smile on his face.

Feng Jiuqing saw a letter on the table out of the corner of his eye. The handwriting on it was very familiar to him, but he quickly retracted his gaze. He pretended that he saw nothing and leaned in Mo Ling's arms.

Feng Jiuqing didn't stay long and left soon.

Mo Ling opened the letter and read it from beginning to end, then summoned the secret guards: "Go and find out the relationship between the Left Prime Minister's Mansion and Lu Youzhong for me."

The entire letter accused Bai Yunjin of using his power to oppress and intimidate the people. It even stated that he had impeached Bai Yunjin and demanded that Bai Yunjin stop. He also called Bai Yunjin a cruel official. If the Bai Yunjin in this letter was not Mo Ling himself from beginning to end, he would probably think that Bai Yunjin was a harsh and cruel official who would do anything to gain fame.

Lu Youzhong was actually related to the Left Prime Minister's Mansion. Mo Ling couldn't help but wonder if the Prime Minister's Mansion was also involved in this matter.