Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

"I didn't want to come."

Fu Ling's tone was light.Seeing that Xie Zhao drank the tea, he took the teacup in Xie Zhao's hand and put it aside, and continued what he hadn't finished saying: "Xie Zhao, I didn't save you from the river to see you humiliate yourself like this. of."

Seeing Xie Zhao bow his head in shame, Fu Ling was silent for a while, then looked at Xie Zhao, and asked softly, "...Does the leg still hurt?"

In fact, it still hurts a little.

Xie Zhao felt that he should deliberately exaggerate his leg injury and put on a pitiful appearance to win Fu Ling's sympathy, so that the other party would treat his injured trespassing court lightly.

But inexplicably, Xie Zhao suddenly didn't want to do this when he looked at Shang Fu Ling with eyes full of concern.

The faint pain coming from the calf was ignored by him, and Xie Zhaohe smiled as if nothing happened: "It doesn't hurt at all! It's all because the imperial physician in the palace made a fuss, and bandaged me again on his own initiative."

Fearing that Fu Ling wouldn't believe it, he planned to lift the quilt and stand up: "Don't believe me, I'll take a few steps to show you, and you'll know that I didn't exaggerate, and the injury is really not that serious."

The arm was held by someone, with some strength, which meant to block.

Xie Zhao turned his head in a daze. Seeing the anger in Fu Ling's eyes for the first time, he was at a loss: "Don't be angry..." He lowered his head in frustration and admitted his mistake, "I won't do this next time... "

After a moment of silence, Xie Zhao heard a barely audible sigh.

Fu Ling pressed Xie Zhao's shoulder lightly, let him lean on the soft pillow again, and said in a deep voice, "Xie Zhao, you have to take care of yourself."

Xie Zhao was very moved and nodded repeatedly: "I will never do this again next time."

In fact, Fu Ling also knew that Xie Zhao's promise was not reliable at all, but it was better to have a promise than to have no promise.

He asked Xie Zhao, "Did the impeachment go well?"

Xie Zhao replied: "Thanks to the wiseness of the sage, and Lord Dou and Lord He being well prepared, today's impeachment can be successful."

Fu Ling didn't care about the fate of Feng Delin and his son, he only cared about Xie Zhao's safety.

Hearing that Xie Zhao's impeachment went well today, he felt relieved and said from the bottom of his heart, "That's good."

Xie Zhao couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he thought that this person not only tried his best to save himself on the night of distress, but also worried about himself now.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Ling's sleeve, and asked Fu Ling with a smile: "Liao Qingfeng said that His Highness carried me a long way that night, and he wanted to carry me back for His Highness. agree?"

As soon as Fu Ling heard the name Liao Qingfeng, he thought of the Jinwu Guard who knocked him unconscious that night, so his face turned cold immediately.

He turned his face away, and his voice was a bit muffled: "I've been reciting it for so long, and it's not so far away."

Xie Zhao leaned forward curiously and asked, "Am I heavy? Your Highness must be very tired from carrying it."

"You are thin and thin, and you don't feel very tired when you carry it on your back."

Xie Zhao got too close, Fu Ling pursed his lips, and pushed the person away with his hand, with an unnatural expression: "Speak well."

Xie Zhao: ...Why didn't I talk properly?

Although he was puzzled, he obediently opened the distance, and said in a small voice: "I've already recited it, how can I not allow you to get any closer now?"

Fu Ling heard him muttering to himself, and asked him, "What are you talking about?"

Xie Zhaola became the voice: "I didn't say anything, you heard it wrong."

Seeing that Fu Ling frowned, he immediately changed his words: "I mean, you are so kind to me."

Thinking of how long he would have to recuperate at home because of his leg injury, Xie Zhao felt extremely depressed: "It would be even better if you could come to talk to me occasionally."

Could it be that Xie Zhao is still an injured child who needs someone to accompany and comfort him?

Fu Ling laughed: "What if I bring the qin?"

Xie Zhao's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "That couldn't be better!"

It's really no different from a child.Fu Ling thought so.

Contrary to Xie Zhao's relaxed and happy life, Feng Ruiming's day was extremely tormented.

He tied Yuanniang back, couldn't bear the alcohol and fell asleep first, but he was slapped several times in the middle of sleeping.Feng Ruiming woke up cursing, only to find that Yuan Niang who had been tied to one side had long since disappeared, and there was only a handsome young man standing in front of him.

Feng Ruiming covered his swollen face and looked at the young man in horror: "Who are you, why are you in my room!"

He looked around, but instead of seeing Yuan Niang, he saw a group of people in dark official uniforms.These people stood behind the young man in front of him in an orderly manner, looking at him with emotionless eyes, as if he was just an insignificant ant.

"It's good to wake up."

The young man's tone was flat, and he slowly approached Feng Ruiming.

Feng Ruiming was so frightened that he shrank back, but it was a pity that there was a wall behind him, he had no way to retreat, and he might have watched the young man's right hand grabbing his collar.

Feng Ruiming was so shocked that he wanted to break free from his hand, but even with all his strength, his face turned red and purple, he couldn't break free.

The young man watched him struggle indifferently, and suddenly with a strong hand, Feng Ruiming was dragged off the bed by his collar!

Amid Feng Ruiming's exclamation, he dragged Feng Ruiming straight out of the door, his movements were neat, his face still expressionless, as calm as if he was not dragging a real person.

Feng Ruiming was grabbed by him and fell to the ground.

The young man dragged him out, regardless of whether he was hit by a table or chair.Feng Ruiming's forehead bumped against the table leg, and before he could take a breath, he realized that his foot had also brought the chair upside down, and the mahogany chair hit his leg, making his face turn pale immediately.

The young man dragged Feng Ruiming to the yard, and finally let go.

Feng Ruiming hugged his injured leg and scrambled back to the corner of the wall. His desire to escape gradually disappeared after he saw the vigilant eyes of the people around him. He looked at the young man with eyes full of horror: " who are you?!"

"who am I?"

There was a vague smile on the young man's face: "You may have heard my name."

Feng Ruiming's heart skipped a beat: "What's your name?"

The young man walked towards Feng Ruiming slowly, his black boots making a rhythmic rattling sound on the ground.A shadow fell in front of him, Feng Ruiming raised his head, and met the calm eyes of the young man.

He looked at him condescendingly, without any ups and downs in his voice: "Young Master Feng, it's the first time we meet. I am Lian Song from the Ministry of Punishments, and I will be in charge of your next three hundred stick punishments."

Lian Song from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the rumored master of punishment who kills without batting an eyelid!

The sun was shining brightly, but Feng Ruiming's hands and feet were cold.

He shouted loudly: "My father is the official third-rank official! There are imperial concubines and king Cheng behind me. Let me see if any of you dare to beat me!"

Lian Song ignored his voice, there was neither sympathy nor anger in his eyes, and he was still as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

He tilted his head to look at his subordinate, and said lightly, "Just execute the execution here, and be careful."

This means don't beat people to death.

The subordinates understood, three or two people came up and drove up Feng Ruiming, who was still abusing others, and tied him to the bench.

The sound of the board hitting the buttocks behind him was dull and regular. Lian Song ignored Feng Ruiming's howling, pushed open the door and walked out. He saw Liao Qingfeng in a scarlet robe standing expressionlessly at the door.

Lian Song greeted him with a nod: "The people who have troubled Mr. Liao have guarded us until now, and we will leave the rest to us."

Liao Qingfeng said: "Lord Lian has always been reassuring in his work, and I am not here to hinder the work of the Criminal Department."

His men had rescued Yuan Niang in the morning, but they were afraid that Feng Ruiming would be taken away by a tip-off, so they stayed here until the people from the Ministry of Punishment arrived.

Now that the people from the Ministry of Punishment are here, the Jinwu Guard should indeed evacuate.

Liao Qingfeng nodded to Lian Song, then turned around and strode away.

He has a lot of things to do, and he doesn't have that much time to spend on Feng Ruiming.

Feng Ruiming suffered three hundred boards. Although he didn't die, he was still half dead.

He fell asleep in a daze for several days, and when he woke up again, he found that he was in the carriage, and his father Feng Delin, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, was sitting next to him.

Feng Ruiming had never seen such an old father. He seemed to have aged more than ten years suddenly, and there were a few white hairs mixed in between the original black hair.

After listening to Feng Delin's succinct account of the past few days, Feng Ruiming's face turned pale, turned red, turned red and turned white again.

He apologized slowly: "The son drank too much that night, and was encouraged by his friends for a while, so he went to tie the widow back when he was drunk... Speaking from my conscience, although the widow was pretty, she was not to the point where my son was fascinated." .”

Feng Delin sneered: "You still think those two are friends?"

Feng Ruiming heard what he meant, and couldn't believe it: "Of course those two are my son's friends! We've known each other for several years, so it's impossible for them to lie to my son for so many years, right?!"

He has no friends among the children of the aristocratic family, so he has indeed given his sincerity to the Wei family brothers, and at the moment he is unwilling to believe that he was harmed to such a degree by the Wei family brothers.

"One idiot."

Feng Delin didn't bother to look at this stupid son, he was already thinking about the training of the bastard, "The chess piece will only be useful if it is buried for a long time."

He punctured his son's last fantasy without emotion, "I have already found someone to check. On the night you took the widow back, the two brothers left the capital overnight, and have never returned since then."

With the facts in front of him, Feng Ruiming finally understood that he had been set aside.

Thinking that he was stupid enough to be cheated by others for so many years, he was wronged and angry at the same time, but unfortunately now the matter was a foregone conclusion, so he could only slam the wooden board under him hard to vent his anger.

When Feng Delin reluctantly took his family to Tongxi to take office, in the court, Cheng Wang also entered the imperial concubine's palace with freshly picked flowers from the imperial garden.

He handed the flowers to the big maid next to the imperial concubine: "Look at the freshly picked flowers, how delicate and beautiful they are, and how they match the concubine mother."

Regarding the son's sweet talk, the imperial concubine smiled and said nothing.

The people around her were all confidantes, and she didn't let anyone back down. She went straight to the point and asked King Cheng, "They left?"

King Cheng knew what she was talking about: "I have already left."

The imperial concubine looked at King Cheng: "Are their mouths tight?"

King Cheng smiled with confidence, and he said calmly: "I promise that he will recommend him again in a few years and let him return to the capital." Seeing the concubine raising her eyebrows, he smiled: "Of course, you know, this is just An excuse for him to leave honestly."

In the royal family, blood relationship is the most unreliable relationship, but unfortunately his uncle doesn't understand this.

The noble concubine watched as the grand maid put the freshly picked flowers of King Cheng into a precious porcelain vase.

The flowers are so bright now, but Cheng Wang and she both know that by this time tomorrow, there will be another bunch of flowers in this porcelain vase.Once the flower has faded a little, the cautious maid will take it out of the bottle and replace it with another bouquet of equally beautiful flowers.

The noble concubine thought about it, and she couldn't help regretting: "It's a pity, the people who have finally been cultivated to the point where they are today are really abolished."

Cheng Wang's eyes were heavy, and there was a cold smile on his lips.

He said inexplicably, "It's nothing to be sorry about, it's not necessarily a bad thing, and even if we don't make a move, the other party won't feel better."

Under the gentle gaze of the noble concubine, King Cheng lowered his voice and said in a sarcastic tone, "After all, in this kind of matter, the one who is best at keeping a bowl of water level."

Of course the imperial concubine knew who he was talking about.

"A bowl of water is level?" She nodded with complicated eyes: "...you are right."