The jailer turned around more than a dozen times, but he didn't cough when he heard Feng Jiangzhao, and he didn't change his posture, and his heart was even more bottomless. He cautiously approached the railing and called softly, "Lord Feng, are you sleeping?" ”

Feng Jiangzhao remained motionless.

The experienced jailer sensed that something was wrong and immediately ran to the cell boss to check on him. The cell boss called twice, and saw that Feng Jiangzhao still did not move, so he ordered someone to ask Jin Yiyun, who was resting in Dali Temple tonight.

During the day, Jin Yiyun, who had interrogated Yuan Tiancheng's sworn friend for half a day, and read the files for half a day, sorted out the materials and wrote the documents, had just fallen asleep, and when he heard the shocking news, he immediately dressed and ran to the prison, ordered someone to open the prison lock, and when he went in to check, he found that Feng Jiangzhao had long lost his pulse.

With Yuan Tiancheng's lessons in the past, a thought arose in everyone's hearts: Is Feng Jiangzhao really dead, or does he want to get out by fake death?

Jin Yiyun commanded, "Chuan Langzhong, make it!" ”

After Lang Zhongjian saw it, he confirmed that Feng Jiang Zhao had no life, and he also said that he couldn't die anymore.

Jin Yiyun asked, "What was the cause of his death?" ”

After carefully examining Feng Jiangzhao's scrawny corpse, he replied, "There are no external injuries on his body, his face is not distorted and happy, but his lips are slightly open, and his lips are purple. ”

Lang Zhong also agreed with the statement, "My lord, the nails of this person's ten fingers are all pitch black, and he should have been hit by some kind of chronic poison, and the poison in his body is very deep. Recently, his situation has plummeted, and he was sentenced to behead the prison marquis, presumably because the five inner sorrows could not suppress the poisonous gas, so it would be like this. ”

This is a very good set of rhetoric, Jin Yiyun is very satisfied, he can follow this set of instructions to the saint to hand over, and ordered, "Keep people strictly guarded, and talk about it at dawn." ”

After everyone dispersed, Zheng Duchu, who was not far from Feng Jiangzhao's cell, looked at Feng Jiangzhao's curled up corpse, and his body was also cold, as if he had seen his own tomorrow, he couldn't help but hold his head with both hands that was about to explode, and coughed heartbreakingly.

Early the next morning, Jin Yiyun entered the palace to ask for a decree.

Hearing that Feng Jiangzhao died in prison silently like Yuan Tiancheng, Emperor Jianlong also suspected him of cheating his death, "Carry his body out and bury it, and then send someone to secretly watch whether anyone is coming to save him." If there is no one, cut off his head in ten days. ”

"Obey." Jin Yiyun agreed, but he felt a trace of pity for Feng Jiangzhao in his heart. Feng Jiangzhao is Emperor Jianlong's confidant, and he has been inseparable from Emperor Jianlong for decades. I don't want to make a wrong step and end up like this.

"How is Zheng Duchu's situation?" Emperor Jianlong asked again. According to Zheng Duchu's crime, he should be sentenced to several years of exile and sent out of Beijing. However, after Emperor Jianlong learned that he had more erysipelas than others, he instructed Jin Yiyun to keep him in prison without sentencing, wanting to see what changes would happen to his body.

Jin Yiyun replied, "The minister ordered Langzhong to do his best to treat Zheng Duchu, but his health is still getting worse and worse. He often had headaches, lost his appetite, and was so thirsty that he always had to drink water. In recent days, his temper has become more and more violent, and he has gone out of control and gone crazy several times, slamming into the wall, and if it had not been for the jailer to stop him, he would have hit his head and bled out. ”

Coughing, thirst, irritability, headaches, and lack of appetite were not the symptoms of him a few months ago, and what would happen to the kingdom if the king of a kingdom was insane and incompetent? Emperor Jianlong tightly held the dragon head carved with gold on the dragon chair with his hand, and was eager to scatter Yuan Tiancheng and Feng Jiang Zhao's bones to ashes, "Treat him with the best medicine and carefully observe his symptoms." ”

"Obey."

After Jin Yiyun stepped back, Emperor Jianlong looked down at his ten fingers, his nails were now ruddy and clear, full of blood, very different from the nails that had been born a few months ago and gradually blackened. Emperor Jianlong's heart was a little calm, and he asked, "Dexi, is my health very good?" ”

Dexi said with great certainty, "Your diet has increased, and you have walked the dragon." Dexi deeply thinks that your current body is no different from fifteen years ago. ”

Fifteen years ago, it was when he was in his thirties and had not taken Yuan Tiancheng's Immortal Pill and was alive and well. Emperor Jianlong was in a good mood, "Ji Jingqing is a real person who rejuvenates the real people, and appreciates hundreds of precious classics and a number of medicinal materials." And he stepped up his alchemy recently, dividing the pill into several parts a year ago and sending it to several mansions. ”

"Yes." Dexi smiled, "If you get the pill, the officials of the capital will definitely be grateful to you, and you will kneel in front of the palace to thank you." ”

Emperor Jianlong liked this, laughed happily a few times, and ordered, "Let Zheng Meiren come over to accompany me to eat and drink tonight, and I want to see if my body is really good." ”

Dexi immediately understood.

Zheng Duchu was locked up in prison, the right minister and Zheng Junfeng were uneasy, and at this time, the saint summoned Zheng Meiren to sleep, just to let them understand that the saint had not abandoned the Zheng family. As long as they know each other, they will no longer hold on to Zheng Duchu in prison and let him fend for himself.

In the Tianzhang Pavilion, Zuo Xiang was not surprised when he heard that Feng Jiangzhao died last night, "Someone is strictly guarded, if you lose his body, you and I will not be able to explain it in front of the saint." ”

Jin Yiyun said again and again, "Feng Yuan and the others are dead, and this case will definitely be closed before the end of the year." ”

Zuo Xiang also felt a lot more relaxed, "If you interrogate the four newly arrested ones clearly, we will be able to have a good year." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, hoping that Feng Jiangzhao was really dead, and that there would be no more people to dig up his body, cause trouble for them, and interrogate the prisoners endlessly.

When the holy decree came, and learned that Changchun Zhenren had been sealed, the right minister stood up and congratulated the third master, "Ji Daochang was sealed, which is really gratifying." ”

Although Ji Jingqing is Xiao Nuan's fellow senior brother, but the right minister said hello to King Sheng so exaggeratedly, it was a little meaningful, and several people in Tianzhang Pavilion turned their heads to look over. The third master feels that he has been like a mad dog recently, and he wants to bite anyone who catches him, and it is better to take care of him than rhubarb. The third master ignored him and only asked, "Who went to Qinming Mountain to preach the decree?" ”

The little eunuch who came to report the incident was very clever, "It's not decided yet." ”

The right minister said again, "Whoever the third master wants to let go, just ask, who do you want to go, who dares not to go!" ”

Zuo Xiang, Zhuang Likun and others watched the changes, and the third master nodded and said, "This king is not in good shape when he sees Cheng Xiang, and his complexion is not good, so it is better for the adults to go to Qinming Mountain in person and ask for medicine from the real person of Huiju." ”

Zuo Xiang's eyes narrowed, and if King Sheng didn't open his mouth, it was enough, and if he opened his mouth, it was poisonous enough. Let Cheng Wujie ask for medicine, doesn't it mean that he is sick, but Cheng Wujie's recent behavior is really like a little brain.

The little eunuch saw the two pavilion elders fighting, and was so frightened that he lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything. The right minister responded calmly, and he was intending to meet the Taoist who made the saint "rejuvenate", "The prince is reasonable, and this holy decree will be passed on in person." ”

After Lu Zhengqi wrote the holy decree, the right minister sat in a sedan chair and braved the cold wind and snow to go to Qinming Mountain in person. At this time, Zhuang Likun couldn't understand it anymore, "Could it be that Master Cheng has been holding back in the city for a long time and wants to go out for a walk?" ”

The left prime minister's eyes turned a few times, and he ordered his subordinates to investigate whether something had happened to the right prime minister's mansion recently, only to know that Cheng Wujie's wife had suffered from the cold a few days ago and coughed a little badly.

Because he didn't know that the saint had already decided to give medicine to the various prefectures, the anxiety of the right minister was abnormal, and the left minister could understand that Zheng Duchu saw that it would not be done, and if Mrs. Cheng also died, Zheng Junfeng and the right minister were afraid that they would be completely broken.

But what does it mean that King Sheng does this? Zuo Xiang looked at the clusters of fine snow outside the window, and said secretly, "King Sheng, is this a revenge with virtue?" This is not like his temperament. ”

King Sheng has always had revenge, and it is ten times the revenge.

In the Shengwang Mansion, Xuan San was reporting to the third master the casualties in the capital last night, "It is a small leader who called Huazi to freeze to death ten, Xingyuan was burned to death by the fire, and Yayinlou fell downstairs and killed two stewards...... Five people died in the right prime minister's house. Some of these people have reported to the official, and some have not, if you count it, there are one hundred and twenty-three people, the third master, one hundred and twenty-three people! ”