The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

When it was discovered that Zuo Hongwen was the orphan of King Cheng, many mysteries arose behind him.

The silk from the weaving bureau was sent to Jinan Prefecture by water, and the weapons on the cargo ships were transported to Huai'an by water.

Jiang Nansheng had read the files of the Dali Temple and found that the only company selling those batches of silk on the market was the Baozhu Pavilion, which was run by the concubine of the Earl of Yongping and the eldest wife of the Gu family.

The eldest wife of the Gu family was murdered one after another, the concubine of the Earl of Yongping was killed twice, and all the people related to this matter died before the government investigated it.

Even if there are many suspects and the inferences are sophisticated and meticulous, due to the lack of any evidence, the case will eventually become an unsolved case with no evidence.

The person who is in charge of the contact in the palace is a key figure. If he is captured, it will inevitably cause turmoil in the former dynasty and the harem.

Emperor Jianyuan brought up the old matter again for some reason, and Qin Lang came to Jiang Nansheng this time to ask if there was any new progress on the matter.

This was not his first time entering the Dali Temple, so he was quite familiar with the place.

The road Jiang Nansheng was taking was not to his office, nor was it to the imperial prison.

At the corner gate, Yao Yuan, who had been promoted to the position of Dali Temple Chief, walked over to Jiang Nansheng and said:

"He woke up last night and asked for food. I had someone give him some medicine, so he is still alive..."

Jiang Nansheng turned sideways to let him see the Jinyiwei behind him, and said, "Jiang Fei has prepared some food. Let's have a drink with Lord Qin today."

After Yao Yuan bowed to Qin Lang, he noticed the food box in Jiang Fei's hand. He asked the warden to take it and told them to go ahead and make arrangements.

Qin Lang became more and more confused, and followed Jiang Nansheng closely, passing through another hanging flower gate and arriving at a courtyard.

After I stepped into the room, I realized that this was also a prison hall.

The side rooms on both sides of the main hall were converted into prison cells. Unlike the dark, damp prison cells that emitted a foul odor, this place seemed like the inner room of an ordinary family's home.

Only when the person was locked up by a wooden fence did it feel a little like being in imperial prison.

The person on the bed was covered with a brocade quilt, and there was a brazier on the ground at his feet.

Not to mention the living conditions, even the living conditions are extraordinarily good.

From the Jinyiwei prison to the Dali Temple prison, Qin Lang had never seen such a comfortable prison.

Of course, the place where royal relatives were imprisoned was a different matter. He tilted his head to look inside and couldn't help but feel curious about who was imprisoned inside.

The Dali Temple tried death penalty cases or difficult cases transferred from the Ministry of Justice.

It's a bit unusual to go to such great lengths right now.

Soon after the charcoal fire was lit, steam rose from the pot, and plates of vegetables, seafood and fresh meat were neatly placed on the table in the prison hall.

Jiang Nansheng sat on the armchair brought by the warden and called Qin Lang and Yao Yuan to come and take a seat.

After Qin Lang sat down, he took a sip of liquor. As the liquor went down his throat, the coldness in his body gradually faded away.

He said to Yao Yuan who was sitting opposite him, "I saw you at Duke Dingguo's mansion on the day when Fifth Master Jiang got married."

Yao Yuan held the wine glass in both hands, stood up and clinked his glass with Qin Lang's very respectfully, took a sip and replied:

"Lord Qin has a sharp gaze, I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me. That day was the first time I saw so many nobles at such a close distance."

Qin Lang rinsed a piece of meat with chopsticks, stirred it in the dipping sauce in the bowl and put it into his mouth. The masseter muscle on one side of his cheek stretched, and he nodded after swallowing.

After putting all the fresh beef in the pot, he continued, "It's not easy to make a living under Lord Jiang, right?"

He is a smiling tiger who won't suffer even a little loss!

Yao Yuan was stunned when he heard this. He glanced at the two adults and gently put down the chopsticks in his hand.

The last time they had hotpot, Jin Chu was surprised by the delicious taste of pig brain, and Jiang Nansheng chose this first when he ordered the ingredients.

He fished out the blanched pig brain and placed it on the plate gracefully, saying with a half-smile, "Master Qin, is it that the beef is not tender enough, or the shrimp is not fresh and sweet enough?"

After Qin Lang heard this, he instantly felt that the tripe in his mouth was no longer crispy and tender. Jiang Nansheng was hinting that even this delicious food couldn't stop him from eating? !

Yao Yuan lowered his head, swallowed the food in his mouth, and explained slowly, "Master Qin, you don't know that Master Wu is the most capable and caring master I have ever met."

Qin Lang was just joking, and he continued, "The old mother of the prison warden was seriously ill, and it was you who saved her life with money..."

In the cell, the man lying on the bed moved when he heard the voice.

It took him a long time to turn sideways with difficulty. He saw three men toasting each other at the table not far away, and he could smell the increasingly strong aroma of food in the house.

He was from Shu, and the hot and spicy taste was familiar and nostalgic to him. He could even tell which familiar medicinal herbs were put into the soup base.

The rumbling sound in his stomach made him lick his dry lips involuntarily. Thinking of his people in Shu, turbid tears flowed from his eyes.

The simple movement caused the wound on his chest to move, and when he learned from their words that this was the Dali Temple, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

He looked up and saw the face of the young man sitting there with a bold move, and was so scared that he rolled off the bed.

There was a "thump" sound, followed by an uncontrollable groan, the voice trembled so much as if he was about to die.

Jiang Nansheng put down the wine glass in his hand and said slowly: "Go and see how the person is doing."

The warden opened the prison door and pulled up the dying man from the ground.

This action made him groan even more painfully. His face turned pale as paper, the linen clothes on his body became wet, and blood slowly seeped onto his chest.

Qin Lang looked over, frowned, and ordered the prison warden, "Show his face completely."

The warden glanced at Jiang Nansheng, then pulled up the suspect's hair, exposing his face to the public.

Qin Lang saw the man's face clearly, put down his chopsticks, and frowned even more tightly, "Doctor Ma!"

He looked at Jiang Nansheng and asked, "You brought me here just to see him? Why would he appear in the Dali Temple?"

This man was Doctor Ma from the Imperial Medical Bureau. Two days ago, he was beheaded by the emperor at the emperor's instruction.

The charcoal fire in the brazier made crackling sounds, the red oil soup pot was bubbling, and the window shutters were whistling in the cold wind, but they could not cover up the rapid breathing of Doctor Ma.

Jiang Nansheng smiled and said, "This will give Lord Qin a chance to ask him how Doctor Ma bribed the eunuchs and how he used his body's abnormalities to avoid your fatal blow."

Doctor Matthew's already pale face became even more bloodless. He curled up on the ground, unable to even kneel down.

He lay on the ground and thought secretly. If he fell into the hands of the Jinyiwei, not only would he die, but his clan members would also be in trouble.

If it fell into the hands of Master Jiang Wu, perhaps there would still be a chance to survive.

His presence here is the best proof.

I just don't know what kind of relationship Mr. Qin has with Mr. Jiang Wu...

Qin Lang stood up and strode towards the cell. The thumping sound of his footsteps seemed to be stepping on Doctor Ma's heart. Almost instantly, a pool of filth and dirt seeped out from under him.

Qin Lang wrinkled his nose and turned around. After sitting down, he said, "This is the Dali Temple. I won't take over the show!"

Jiang Nansheng said "good", as if he didn't notice the stench in the air, and asked, "Doctor Ma, how is the eldest prince in the palace?"