The next day, there was another joke in the capital that made people laugh after tea and dinner - the third young master of the Wen family, Wen Moqi, known as the unparalleled national player in the "Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting", was untidy, tied up, and thrown at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the passers-by laughed at it and lost face.

Early in the morning, when the housekeeper ordered the people to open the door, they found such a scene, but unfortunately it was too late, all the passers-by were crowded at the door, and the inner and outer three layers formed a circle, which was blocked, and then it was spread all over the city, this time, Wen Moqi was really going to be ruined!

Wen Zhen was furious, his third son has been bohemian since he was a child, traveling everywhere, he also connived at him and went with him, anyway, the family's business will not be a big deal with him and Moshu, but now, he has not come back for so many days, and as soon as he comes back, he will bring such a king-sized "surprise", his old bones, almost not directly angry.

The housekeeper immediately ordered someone to loosen Wen Moqi's ties, and then carried him back to the room, and invited a doctor, the person was still unconscious, and they didn't know what happened to Lu Dao, the third lady cried to death, clamoring to get justice for her son, Wen Zhen was already upset because of the matter of reputation, and now his wife was crying like this, and the anger he held back also exploded.

"Cry and cry, you know that you are crying, the good son you raised, if you don't learn from his eldest brother, you will mix with some random people all day long, and the old man's face will be lost by him!" At this time, Wen Zhen thought of the question not about his son's safety, but about what other ministers would think of him when he was in the morning tomorrow?

For Wen Zhen, face is always better than everything!

"Master, Mo Qi is your biological son, Hua'er has been weak and sick since he was a child, he is my only reliance, and you can't sit idly by!" Wensan's wife Lin is still unwilling to be reconciled, although she is low-key on weekdays, but after all, she is her own child, how can she let him be wronged in vain?

The doctor has already spoken, the third prince was knocked on the head by a hard object and fell into a coma, and there are many small wounds on his body, which is obviously also tortured, the more Wen Lin thinks about it, the more afraid he becomes, what if the murderer really kills Mo Qi? Her son is gone, and she can't live anymore!

"What do you want me to do? No matter what, we have to wait for him to wake up, otherwise we won't even know what happened to him, and we won't be able to investigate the murderer! Wen Zhen finally softened his tone, the main reason was that he felt that he had to appease her first, he was annoyed now, and he didn't want to hear the sound of crying anymore.

"That concubine can only ask the master to call the shots!" Wen Lin was also a well-informed person, so he immediately saluted, and then walked out.

This thing is also strange, although yesterday the next person reported that the eldest young master and the third young master went back to the house together, but only Wen Moshu was alone, and even Wen Lin didn't see Wen Moqi's figure, they thought that the next person made a mistake, and they didn't care too much, anyway, it was impossible for him to come back every time he went out without leaving for a month or two, which was normal, but he didn't ask in detail. This morning, I found out that the third young master Wen was tied up and thrown at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the most conspicuous position in Kyoto, it was clear that he wanted to make the Prime Minister's Mansion lose face, Wen Zhen secretly swore in his heart that when the murderer was caught, he must be allowed to pay off his blood debts!

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