Xie Linzhi's injury was only mentioned in the secret letter, and he was perfunctory with a sentence of "minor injury".

But the person who wrote the secret letter was Xie Linzhi's person, whether he was really only slightly injured, or whether he was afraid of chaos in the court and concealed his serious injuries and concealed them.

Shen Jiu had been thinking about the minor injury for several days, and it wasn't until she had just seen Xie Linzhi with her own eyes and found that he was in good condition that she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Her voice was soft, with a hint of concern and complaint.

Xie Linzhi frowned slightly: "Who reported you?" ”

The king of South China was nothing more than a feudal king in a barren land, with a total of 50,000 soldiers in his hands. He was able to capture three cities in a row before, but only because no one thought he would rebel.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to suppress the draft, he wouldn't have mentioned it at all, let alone personally led the troops to Lingnan.

He went to Lingnan this time, it took four days to go, five days to return, and it took less than five days to suppress the king of South China.

He didn't even show his face, the only injury he suffered was that a soldier accidentally broke the cup with his hand, and the broken porcelain piece flew to his fingertips and cut a small cut.

Xie Linzhi lowered his eyebrows slightly: "The minister did not get injured on this march." ”

Shen Jiu keenly sensed that something was wrong.

She licked her lips, raised her head and was about to speak, but Xie Linzhi suddenly took a step back and made a farewell salute: "If you have an urgent matter, you will retire first." ”

Xie Linzhi walked crisply and neatly.

Shen Jiu's eyes widened slightly.

She stared at Xie Linzhi's back for a moment and pursed her lips slightly.

The palace people who had been waved away by her before were gathered together, and Shen Jiu heard a eunuch whisper: "Why is the prime minister so bold, treating the rules as nothing, and losing His Majesty's face so much——"

She raised her eyebrows suddenly, her eyes fell on the person who spoke, and her hand was raised: "Someone!" ”

Shen Jiu's eyebrows were cold: "Discuss me and the prime minister, drag it down, and reward fifty boards!" ”

.

Xie Linzhi did not return to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He didn't even change his armor and went straight to the prison.

The other buildings are built upwards, except for the dungeons, which are dug downwards. The prisoners on the ground are ordinary prisoners, and the prisoners on the ground are heinous people.

The king of South China was imprisoned in the deepest part of the prison.

Xie Linzhi came suddenly, and the prison warden hurriedly came to meet him, and after asking him about his intention, he led him to the cell of the King of South China with trepidation.

Without saying a word, he opened the cell door and cautiously retreated some distance, promising that he would not hear or see anything.

Xie Linzhi glanced at him and stepped into the cell.

King Nan was sleeping in the corner of his cell. He had chains on his hands and ankles, and his prison uniform was torn, revealing one shocking whip mark after another.

Blood almost soaked his prison uniform, making his wounds look even more hideous. His entire body was almost completely bright red, except for his pale face.

The King of South China heard the sound of the iron door opening, and he thought that the jailers were coming to torture him again, so he raised his eyelids with some difficulty and glanced at the door.

The silver-white armor almost blinded him.

The King of South China was stunned for a while before he struggled to identify the person who came, and then he moved his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, but he really didn't have the strength, and for a long time, he only pronounced his name: "Xie, Lin, Zhi-"

He stood up with some difficulty, and the chains on his body rang out with a "bang".