Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"what!"

Yan Dajian screamed, his facial features were distorted and his elegance was no longer.

An Lun stood up slowly and said, "My mother is kind and duty-bound. She never slackens in your house."

"But she is dead."

An Lun slowly drew out an iron drill and said, "For my sister."

Yan Dajian burst into tears and shouted: "Help!"

An Lun walked to his side and said, "My sister called for help back then... I bought an old servant from your house, and he said... My sister has been begging for mercy, and she has been calling for mercy from the young master..."

Yan Dajian's body was trembling, "That's...that's...everything wrong is counted on the old man, just begging... the old man just begs you to spare my son, the old man in the next life is willing to be the slave of the settlement."

"My sister begged like this."

An Lun's voice became cold.

"For my sister."

Yan Dajian only felt a pain in his right hand, and then the same with his left hand.

He struggled vigorously, but his hands were pierced into the wooden pillar by iron, and the pain of pulling made him howl.

At this moment, his limbs were nailed to the wooden post, and a little movement made his heart ache.

An Lun walked slowly to the front, then nodded with satisfaction looking at his masterpiece.

Yan Dajian pleaded weakly: "I beg you..."

An Lun walked over and pulled off Yan Dajian's official hat, then looked at the bald spot, and couldn't help but sneer: "You actually shaved your head? Retribution!"

Yan Dajian raised his head vigorously and shouted at the roof: "An Lun is lynching, I beg you, the old man knows that Xing He is outside, please, save the old man..."

An Lun slowly knelt on the side, and then prayed in a low voice.

When he got up, his eyes suddenly stared at Yan Dajian, who was struggling in vain, and then walked to the side to lift a jar with difficulty.

He opened the can, and then he kicked it down. The liquid slowly flowed in the torture room and gradually spread to the feet of him and Yan Dajian.

Yan Dajian suddenly blessed his soul and shouted: "An Lun is going to set fire!"

Just as An Lun ignited the fire, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside.

An Lun turned around slowly and saw Fang Xing appear at the door, he raised Huozhezi and nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Xinghe."

Fang Xing stretched out his hand and said, "An Lun, if what you said is true, Your Majesty will clean him up. You don't need to bury him."

An Lun suddenly smiled and said, "My mother is timid, and my sister is even more...coward, I have to go with them."

"Do not!"

Huozhezi fell to the ground.

boom!

The flames rose suddenly, and Xin Laoqi held Fang Xing from behind.

"what!"

Yan Dajian on the wooden pillar became a fire man.

An Lun was already shrouded in flames, but he didn't scream, just stood there.

"Mother... younger sister..."

Xin Laoqi dragged Fang to wake up from the execution room, and a group of people stood there watching the sergeants demolish the houses on both sides to prevent the fire from spreading.

...

"check!"

Zhu Zhanji's face was cold, Shen Yang knelt down and stood up and said: "Your Majesty, I am afraid that it will take some time to find the witnesses."

Zhu Zhanji pointed to the outside, and Shenyang hurried out.

"Human face and animal heart?"

Zhu Zhanji sneered: "How many officials are there?"

Yang Rong felt embarrassed, because Zhu Zhanji had determined that An Lun's words were true without verification, and nailed Yan Dajian and Yan Chunhui to the pillar of shame with human face and animal heart.

"Your Majesty, Yan Chunhui..."

Du Qian keenly grasped the main point of the problem, as long as he held Yan Chunhui, the matter would come to light.

Zhu Zhanji ordered: "Send someone to Fujian immediately."

...

Fang Xing sat on the ground outside the gate of the East Factory.

Shenyang wants to control the East Factory, so there is no time to accompany him.

The people in the East Factory were all summoned back, and then controlled inside, waiting to be screened one by one.

"It's not about the small things, it's the public... It was An Lun who asked the young ones to get people, and the young ones were ordered to do things!"

Qian Yu felt that he was a backer, and he still gave An Lun back to back.

But the emperor's order was to discriminate between the top and bottom of the Dongchang factory. Qian Yu won Yan Dajian. No matter what, he couldn't clear the suspicion anymore.

"You pretend to be a marketer and make trouble with me, do you not want to tire me?"

Fang Xing never felt that any **** had to bear the humiliation like An Lun.

"Your enemy is right in front of you. How did you endure it? If it was me, I was afraid it would be unbearable for a day."

"He's insidious."

Du Qian had been standing on the side for a long time, but Fang Xing never noticed it.

He walked over and sat beside Fang Xing and said, "Since he can bear it, why can't he bear it until the end of the Western Expedition? The action at this time is to cause trouble to Daming and His Majesty."

Fang Xing just stared forward blankly.

"The official just came out of the palace, and your Majesty's plan was disrupted. Now the first thing is to calm people's hearts and revive the Ministry of Rites. Hu Ye has already gone to the Ministry of Rites, and he will also serve as the minister of the Ministry of Rites."

Fang Xing frowned slightly and said, "This is the past."

"What happened before?"

Du Qian was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Are you saying that in the future, the bachelor of auxiliary political affairs will serve as six prestigious books?"

Fang Xing ridiculed: "I remember what you said last time: Will the next six books also serve as bachelor of political affairs?" "

The position of the Bachelor of Auxiliary Administration and the six books of Shangshu dropped one by one, and then the context and position were completely different.

This is a mockery of Du Qian.

Du Qian sighed: "You have friendship with An Lun, so this officer doesn't care about this. It's just that your majesty was angry just now and sent someone to Fujian to take down Yan Chunhui. The officer is afraid that everyone in Fujian will be at risk. !"

Fang Xing said coldly: "It's my shit!"

Du Qian said helplessly: "At this time, we must focus on the Western Expedition!"

At this moment Fang Xing heard Ma Si's voice, he slowly raised his head, and said casually: "Then suppress it!"

The words were murderous, Du Qian smiled bitterly at it, but he didn't see his acrimonious run on those colleagues in the political affairs hall.

"The law of the law..."

After a long hiss, a war horse rushed into the East Factory.

Fang Xing frowned and stood up and asked, "Whose?"

The war horse was followed by two fans~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and one of them shouted: "This is the father-in-law's horse. It is said to be taken to the house of Lord Chen."

Fang Xing's heart moved. Seeing that the war horse was vigorous, but his mouth was constantly neighing, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Is it the war horse with broken leg?"

No one answered his question, and the two fans caught up to grab the reins of the warhorse.

The war horse struggled, the corners of his mouth were torn, and blood ticked down.

It opened its mouth and hissed vigorously.

"Let it go!"

Fang Xing and Du Qian shouted almost at the same time.

The fan subconsciously let go of his hand, and the horse rushed to the front of the execution room.

The fire has been extinguished, but the contents are mixed, and more than a dozen people are looking for two corpses.

"I found Yan Dajian!"

Due to the large number of people, the fire was suppressed when it started, and then covered with sand to extinguish the fire step by step.

Fang Xing and Du Qian walked over, only to see two men in Jinyiwei dragging out a dark human-shaped thing with a hook.

No one takes another look!

Because they were worried that the people in the East Factory would make ghosts, the people who were looking at the scene were all Jin Yiwei people.

There is a smell at the fire scene, once it is contaminated, it will take a long time to wash away. So Jin Yiwei people are not willing to do this.

They hooked things up with hooks, and then dragged them out with great difficulty.

People from the East Factory are standing by the side. Until the investigation is clear, those stalls will be detained in the East Factory.

A fan came out, he knelt down at Fang Xing and said, "Uncle, I beg you to be buried for my father-in-law..."

Fang Xing's eyes were a little sour in an instant.

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