The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The incident happened on West Street. It was the yamen of Xicheng Bingma Division who captured the prince, so the prince was naturally locked in the inner prison of Xicheng Bingma Division.

The prince and his servants were taken out of the cell and met with the censor of Xicheng.

Wucheng soldiers and horses are responsible for arresting people, and Wucheng censors are responsible for interrogation.

"You are the traitors who committed scandals in the Treasure Pavilion so that the people trampled and killed three people and injured more than ten people?" The Censor of Xicheng was a middle-aged man with a long face.

These two people's scandals can be classified as immoral, but this leads to casualties, which is a bit difficult to stop.

Fortunately, there is still a punishment department, and it is sent to the punishment department after the first trial.

For the censors of Wucheng, it is also necessary for the difficult cases to be sent to the Punishment Department after preliminary interrogation.

"Bold, how dare you call our master a traitor!" the servant scolded angrily.

The peculiar high-pitched voice of the chambermaid made the Censor of Xicheng stunned for a moment, and immediately glanced at the chambermaid. Seeing that the man who spoke was pale and beardless, his heart sank immediately.

No, this looks like a father-in-law!

Looking at Da Zhou, the only people who can use the father-in-law are the royal family. To be precise, it is either the palace or the palace...

If this person in front of him is a prince, it would be a great offense. If it is in the palace - the imperial censor of Xicheng gave a shock.

That's no longer a problem to be offended.

"Give me their mouths!" Xicheng Censor couldn't care about interrogation, and made a decisive decision to prevent the inner servant from revealing his identity. In his heart, he scolded the commander of Xicheng Bingma Division to death.

Are these idiots trying to kill him, and they took him back without inquiring.

Fortunately, there is a penal department!

Before the prince could react, he had been cleaned up neatly (the key was to keep his mouth shut) and sent to the Ministry of Punishment.

"Why are you still gagging?" The Ministry of Punishment official was surprised.

The official in charge of the escort pointed to his head: "These two people are not normal here, they like to talk nonsense without gagging their mouths..."

The officials of the Ministry of Punishment were relieved, looked at the case records, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, there is something wrong with the brain. It's not good to mess around somewhere. It has to be in a place where people come and go like the Treasure Pavilion—"

As the punishment department official said, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

People who can go to the Treasure Pavilion and mess around should have money, right?

If you have money, then it is not called a brain disorder. Those young masters in Beijing dare to do anything just to seek excitement.

Based on experience, these two may have a great identity——

"Open their mouths."

The prince's mouth was finally free, and he was breathing heavily.

"Who are you?"

If it is a high school disciple, it is not bad to take the opportunity to get some money, presumably these two people do not want the elders in the family to know about the scandal.

As for the casualties caused by the stampede of the Treasure Pavilion, this is also simple, just let the two lose more money.

Can't pay? Then I'm sorry, I can only inform the family to take money to redeem people.

The Ministry of Justice officials thought very carefully.

If it was a murder case, it would not be so random, but today the casualties were accidental, so there is a lot of room for it.

Faced with the questions raised by the officials of the Ministry of Punishment, the prince did not know what to do for a while.

He had had his mouth gagged twice before when he declared his identity, what if he gagged his mouth again this time?

The first time he was gagged and he was sent to the Sima Si Yamen, and the second time he was gagged and sent to the Punishment Department.

Thinking of this, the prince's eyes darkened.

"Why don't you talk? Who are you, tell me!"

The prince was flustered by the question, and eagerly turned his head to look at the chambermaid, jumped over and ripped off the chambermaid's trousers.

The servants were stunned, and so were the officials of the Ministry of Punishment.

When he saw the empty chamber below, the officer of the Ministry of Punishment suddenly woke up, and his face was very ugly.

The prince sighed in relief: "See, he's a servant!"

"you are--"

"I am the prince."

Punishment officials directly fell.

The prince was overjoyed.

Is this believing?

"Hurry up and let Ben Gong, Ben Gong forgive you for the crime of disrespect-"

Before the prince had finished speaking, the officials of the Ministry of Punishment covered their faces and ran quickly.

The prince was stunned for a while, then looked at the servant: "What did he do?"

The servant's pale face was shaky: "Did you go to report to Shangguan?"

The inner servant, who was extremely stupid in the prince's heart, finally guessed it right.

After listening to the report from the lower official, the voice of the minister of the Ministry of Punishment changed: "The person who was arrested calls himself the prince?"

Xiaguan nodded fiercely: "Xiaguan has confirmed that the other person is indeed a rootless servant."

The first reaction of the Minister of Punishment was to escape, but I thought that there was a stampede casualty accident in the treasure pavilion. If the prince was caught, he would definitely not be able to hide it in the end. If he escaped, he would be held accountable afterward. beard.

"Sir, what should I do?"

"Forget it, let's go and report to Master Ming Shang Shu first."

The Minister of Punishment was a little calmer than the Minister of Punishment, so he took a look at it, and his scalp exploded immediately.

Really prince!

The prince saw the Minister of Punishment at a glance and shouted: "Noble Book, let me go!"

The Minister of Punishment did not know how he came to the prince: "Wei Chen has seen His Royal Highness."

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Minister of Punishment knew him!

"Don't be too polite, you quickly let these people release Ben Gong, it is too late for Ben Gong to return to the palace today."

The Minister of Punishment bowed his waist slightly: "If your Highness is wronged, Wei Chen will send His Highness out."

The prince's heart was finally at ease.

Recently, he returned to the imperial city from the Hubu Yamen at the same time. If he went back now, he would be unaware.

The prince left the office of the Ministry of Punishment and went straight to the office of the Ministry of Housing, and hurriedly fled back to the palace with the secret guards who stayed at the office of the Ministry of Hu.

What the Crown Prince didn't know was that he left the Xingbu Yamen only on the front foot, and the Minister of Xingbu went to see Emperor Jingming on the back foot.

For the sake of this, the Minister of Punishment is really unable to cover up for the prince, and it is wise to report to the emperor early.

Emperor Jing Ming had only asked about the prince's recent performance. Naturally, he didn't believe a word of the prince's praise, but it was gratifying that the prince could honestly go to the yamen to observe politics.

No way, who made his only son-in-law have such mediocre qualifications, he can't be put back in and reborn.

It stands to reason that the teaching of the prince has never been relaxed, and the people who teach and solve the doubts are all the great scholars of the world. Why did the prince not grow up?

Emperor Jing Ming was deeply confused, and wondered if he was asking too much.

That's all, if the prince can be an honest man, it's no problem to be a ruler of success.

After comforting himself, Emperor Jing Ming's eyelids suddenly jumped up.

Emperor Jing Ming's calm face changed immediately, and there was only one thought in his heart: No, there is another moth, which one is this time?