In the next morning, all kinds of pieces continued to be sent to Ning Yu's desk.

Some officials suggested that the officials who had been sent to prison for Ning Tao's trap should be released.

Ning Yu naturally had to look at the name of the case first.

She sent Mu Zuo to send the files related to the criminal department and the imprisoned officials into the palace.

The officials had obviously passed the gas, and the Criminal Division had already prepared various files, and Mu Zuogang expressed his intentions, and the files that were sorted into boxes were brought out.

It only took half an hour to go back and forth.

"Wang Ji, the case file has been brought back." Mu Zuo motioned to his subordinates to put the boxes of case files in front of the case.

Ning Yu glanced at the box and sneered: "Ning Tao has arrested a lot of people, how can he win people's hearts if he is so absurd and tyrannical?" ”

Seeing Ning Yu open the box, Mu Zuo hugged his fists and saluted, lowered his hand and took a few steps back to leave.

Ning Yu flipped through the dossier.

Halfway through it, his eyes sank.

In this volume, the sins of the Zhao family are mainly recorded: Taifu Zhao Zhuoqi, roaring in front of the palace, disrespecting the new king, thirty rods, and temporarily detained within the three clans.

Zhao Zhuoqi made it clear that he was loyal to her, and she was close to Zhao Qing'an, with Ning Tao's temperament, the Zhao family was not wiped out, but it was a gift.

But she could understand why he was patient.

Da Jiang changed his government, and the neighboring country Dajing was strong, so he had to leave some protection for himself.

This Ning Tao is not stupid.

Luckily, too.

If Zhao Qing'an's parents and relatives died tragically because of her, then she would go to Huangquan in the future, and she would not dare to see him again.

After reading the files of the Zhao family, Ning Yu did not immediately go to the Criminal Division, but patiently read all the files and dealt with everything clearly, before ordering someone to prepare a horse and go to the Criminal Division.

Since Ning Yu entered the palace, everything in the Jiang Palace has been ordered by Ning Yu, and the regulations in the palace that no horses can run have been put on hold for the time being.

Mu Zuo asked people to lead the horses directly to the gate of Ruoshui Palace.

Ning Yu turned over and got on the horse when he left the palace gate.

Mu Zuo led a team of guards to follow, and a team of more than 20 people set off in a mighty manner.

There are guards who go first to have a criminal secretary.

When Ning Yu arrived, the Manchurian officials came out to kneel down to greet her: "The ministers (small) greet Wang Ji......"

Ning Yu dismounted and said, "No courtesy."

Everyone thanked each other and stood up.

The chief officer smiled and took a few steps to meet him, and said, "Why did Wang Ji make such a trip herself?" Just ask someone to come and do it. ”

Ning Yu: "Where is Taifu Zhao imprisoned?" ”

The director was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pointed inside: "Inside, the minister asked Lord Zhao to take out to see Wang Ji?" ”

Ning Yu said: "No, this palace personally welcomes Master Taifu out." ”

As he spoke, he stepped over the official and stepped up the steps.

The chief officer hurriedly followed Ning Yu's pace, bowed down and whispered to Ning Yu about the prison affairs.

Ning Yu pursed her lips, her eyes were calm and cold, and she didn't say anything.

The guards in the back handed the file box to the small officials below and said, "The rest of the people, just do what Wang Ji wants." ”

The officer holding the box should be.

Accompanied by the chief officer, Ning Yu walked through the long corridor and walked to the cell where Zhao Zhuoqi was being held.

The Zhao family was arranged together.

The Criminal Division obviously didn't embarrass them, and although they looked a little thinner, they were in good spirits.

Seeing Ning Yu coming, Zhao Zhuoqi and his wife were first surprised, and then silent.

They knew the morning before yesterday that An and Wang Ji had attacked the royal city and ousted the traitor Ning Tao from power. But seeing Ning Yu at this moment, they were still very surprised and happy.

As a courtier, Zhao Zhuoqi naturally hopes that Da Jiang An will be stable. And Ning Tao can only play some yin tricks, and he can't get on the stage.

After the surprise, as Ning Yu approached, the husband and wife also saw Ning Yu's description clearly.

Green silk and white hair, eyes as calm as a dry well.

"Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao." Ning Yu greeted the two of them through the cell door.

Mrs. Zhao was silent before saying, "Wang Ji ......"

Ning Yu said: "It was Zhao Ping who was designed and killed by Li Mo, Zhao Yi also killed Li Mo, the Li family, slaughtered, and left a puppet in the palace." ”

Ning Yu said and bowed deeply to Mrs. Zhao and said, "I'm sorry." ”

If it weren't for her, Zhao Ping wouldn't have died......

Taifu Zhao's eyes were slightly red for a while, "If you don't do Wang Ji's business, it's Jingren's hate, and it's also his own carelessness." ”

Mrs. Zhao didn't mean to blame Ning Yu.

Because of her son, Wang Ji went to the border with an injury at a young age, and entered the palace of Dayan alone, and it was also for him that she married into Dajing.

If you say that you owe it, it is Ping'er who owes Wang Ji.

If you should say you're sorry, it should be Ping'er.

The deceased is gone, and the living are in pain.

After a few words, the chief officer had already found someone to open the door of the cell with the key.

The sound of the chain key clanged.

Mrs. Zhao's young daughter slept in a daze, and she didn't cry or be annoyed when she was woken up, rubbing her astringent eyes with her little hands and looking at this side.

"Daddy, mother, are we going home?"

The little girl's tone was soft, which could sweeten people's hearts, and Ning Yu couldn't help but look over.

The two looked at each other, and the little girl's eyes suddenly seemed to be filled with starlight.

She got up and ran towards Ning Yu with a grunt.

She was not afraid of life, hugged Ning Yu's legs, looked up at her and said, "Sister, sister, you look so beautiful!" ”

Facing the little girl's delicate and flying eyebrows, Ning Yu's eyebrows and eyes unconsciously bent.

If her child is still alive, I am afraid that it will be like this when it is born......

Mrs. Zhao stepped forward and pulled her little daughter: "Nan, don't make a mistake, come here." ”

The little girl turned her head and puffed out her cheeks to look at Mrs. Zhao, "I don't, I like my sister!" ”

Mrs. Zhao: "You ......"

Ning Yu stopped Mrs. Zhao, "It's okay, don't be annoyed." ”

Mrs. Zhao said a little embarrassed: "This girl has been spoiled by the ministers, Wang Ji, you ......"

"It's good that I didn't get used to it." Ning Yu said and bent down and picked up the little girl.

The little girl put her arms around Ning Yu's neck, rubbed Ning Yu with her dirty little face, grabbed Ning Yu's hair hanging on her chest, and said with a smile: "Sister, your hair is so beautiful, there are white and black......"

Mrs. Zhao was very embarrassed when she heard this, and was about to warn her daughter not to talk nonsense, but Mrs. Zhao grabbed him and said in a low voice: "It's rare that Wang Ji likes Nannan, so let them get along for a while, and just enlighten Wang Ji." ”

When her son died, Mrs. Zhao was also sad for a while, and it was because of the company of her youngest daughter that she gradually came out.

Pity Anhe.

At a young age, he already has gray hair.

Zhao Ping died, Ning Yu fainted and fell seriously ill, Mrs. Zhao had heard of it, and seeing her white hair to this point, she must have turned white from her illness.

She looked at the woman in front of her and couldn't help but sigh faintly.

Ning Yu hugged the little girl, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she also remembered: "Nan Nan thinks it's good-looking, and my sister thinks it's good." ”

The little girl smiled and bent her eyes. She looked at the light that was getting closer and closer outside the corridor, and said, "Is my sister going to take us out of this black house?" ”