The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Marquis Qingfu heard what the servant said.

But his mind was so dizzy that he couldn't figure it out.

"Why arrest him? Which Lord Chen? Go and ask him to release him..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground with a thud, and soon began to snore loudly.

Servant: “!!!”

Zhu Minghao in prison was still confused.

When he was brought in, he was still cursing endlessly, cursing Lu Zhaoling, Lord Chen, the yamen runners, and the person who delivered the letter to him.

He also kept threatening to kill and maim all these people, and to make Lord Chen lose his job and behead him!

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him, and no one even looked at him again.

Zhu Minghao cursed until his throat became hoarse and he could no longer make any sound, so he fell silent.

He felt like his throat was as hard as swallowing a razor blade, and asked someone to bring him some tea, but there was no response.

Sitting on the straw mat, Zhu Minghao couldn't understand why things had developed to this point. After calming down, he felt a little cold.

No matter how arrogant he is, he wouldn't shout out everything that's in his heart!

Zhu Minghao couldn't help but slap himself on the mouth.

After he gets out, he will have to apologize to the Empress Dowager when he complains to her. He has no problem with the Emperor. It's Chen Deshan, that bastard. He deserves to be stripped of his official hat! He actually dared to stand on Lu Zhaoling's side!

How long do you think you can keep him in prison? In less than half an hour, his father will come to get him out!

Zhu Minghao waited and waited until night.

The yamen runners brought him dinner. They all remembered his status and did not dare to treat him badly, so they still brought him one meat dish, one vegetable dish, one rice dish, and a bowl of eight-treasure soup.

The other prisoners only got two steamed buns at most.

But these things are also shabby in Zhu Minghao's eyes.

He flipped it over with one hand.

"What the hell! My servants eat better food than this!"

The tray of food was spilled all over the floor.

"Master Zhu, you are such a waste!" the bailiff was angry.

"This is just a reward for you, eat it." Zhu Minghao snorted.

"Okay, if you don't want to eat, just forget it. But don't say we didn't send you any food when the time comes!"

The bailiff had originally thought that if Prince Zhu was easier to talk to, he would bring him some quilts, tea, and incense to improve the conditions in the cell to the greatest extent possible.

But seeing his expression, he was also angry. Thinking about how Master Zhu beat up their companions today, he gave up the idea.

After picking up the things on the ground, the bailiff turned around and left.

That night, no one came to see Zhu Minghao.

The temperature difference between day and night was still quite large at this time, and it was even worse in the prison. Moreover, Zhu Minghao fell into the water twice today and had injuries on his body. The injuries were soaked in water, and in the middle of the night he felt a little cold, and the wounds started to itch and hurt again.

Zhu Minghao slept restlessly and scratched himself unconsciously, completely unaware that his wounds were oozing out fluids again.

The whole cell was gradually filled with stench.

Lu Zhaoling slept well.

She had a good harvest today. She found clues about the Thousand Workers Lantern, earned several thousand taels of silver, and sent Zhu Minghao to jail. She was in a very happy mood.

Lu Ming and the others were not so well-informed that they did not have time to know what big thing Lu Zhaoling had done today. If they knew, they would have jumped up in surprise.

the next morning.

Teahouse and Tavern, the new issue of Beijing News is out again.

Well, it’s not impossible to buy one copy of Beijing News and then copy a few more copies, but the copied ones will never have the same flavor!

The paper they use is different!

I don’t know how this paper is made. It is slightly thicker than ordinary paper, and has some silver patterns embossed on it!

Moreover, the ink they use is also special, with several colors, which looks particularly beautiful.

The characters in Jingwen also change frequently. Sometimes they are flashy and showy, sometimes they are neat and elegant, sometimes they are light and flowing, and sometimes they are round and lively.

Anyway, before seeing it, everyone started to feel a little bit excited, waiting to see what the latest Beijing news would be like.

Besides, this is real Beijing news. It is different when you get it in your hands. It would be embarrassing to copy it. It also looks and feels different.

"Jing Wen has come out again! One copy costs one tael of silver!"

"So expensive?"

"Today's handwriting is so wonderful! It's no exaggeration to say that it can be compared to the calligraphy of today's great scholars! Just for this handwriting, one tael of silver is worth it!"

"Really? Then I have to buy a copy and take a look! If the handwriting is really that beautiful, I can copy it!"

"Hurry up and read the Beijing News. It contains shocking news!"

"Go buy it quickly. There are paintings in Jingwen today. The bamboo branches in the paintings are quite elegant!"

Similar things happened in several teahouses and pubs.

Today’s Beijing News is selling like hot cakes.

Jingwen became more famous.

The news written in Jingwen shocked many people.

The Yanbo Tower was filled with a foul stench, and two noblemen fell into the fish pond.

The fiancée of the Prince of Jin sued the son of the Marquis of Qingfu. Was it kidnapping or murder? Was it lust or evil courage?

In the court, Lord Chen demonstrated his unique skill of face-changing, and Prince Zhu was sent to jail.

A few lines of eye-catching words caused every copy of Beijing News to be circulated so much that it was almost torn apart.

Many people also went to the government office to inquire about the news, wanting to confirm whether these things were true.

The King of Jin also received a copy of the Beijing News.

After seeing the above content, he suddenly felt that his breakfast was no longer delicious.

"Those two maids didn't even have the slightest intention of looking back after they gave up?"

Prince Jin suddenly asked this question, leaving Qingfeng, who was preparing the meal nearby, a little confused.

"Is the prince talking about Qingyin and Qingbao?"

"Who else?"

"Then the prince gave them to Miss Lu Er, thinking that they would go back to the palace on their own initiative after being observed for a few days?" Qing Feng asked.

Otherwise, what's the point of looking back?

"Nonsense." Prince Jin glanced at him, "What I meant is that such a big thing happened yesterday, and those two maids didn't know how to be smart and come to deliver a message."

"That should be because Second Miss Lu didn't tell them." Qing Feng answered without hesitation.

Isn't this obvious?

Now Qingyin and Qingbao are Miss Lu's maids. Without her instructions, what message can they deliver to the palace?

Hearing his matter-of-fact answer, King Jin paused.

"No matter what, Lu Zhaoling is now my fiancée. It is wrong for me to let her do these things alone. If it gets out, people will think that I can't even protect a woman."

Qing Feng was at a loss. So, Your Majesty, what exactly do you want?

"Your Highness!" The butler came in quickly.

"What's the matter?"

"Chen Deshan, Lord Chen wants to see you."

Prince Jin's eyes fell on Jing Wen, Lord Chen, right?

"Let him in."

Last night, Lord Chen started to feel scared only when he lay down on the bed.

Oh my god, he arrested Prince Zhu???