As soon as he came out of the Xiaoyao Palace, Li Zijing told the Shangshu of the Criminal Department: "When you go back to try the pastor, don't use torture." ”

"Yes, the Empress Niang." The criminal department Shangshu responded extremely respectfully.

It wasn't until Li Zijing returned to the imperial palace directly from the gate of the palace that the Shangshu of the Criminal Department returned to the Criminal Department. After resting for a while, he went to the prison to interrogate Mu Jinghong.

Who knows, as soon as Mu Jinghong was brought to see him, he said lightly to him: "No need to interrogate, what she said is the truth." ”

Shangshu of the Criminal Department was stunned for a moment before he said, "Prime Minister, you admitted it so easily?" Or is there something unspeakable in this? ”

Mu Jinghong said lightly: "I'm no longer the prime minister, you don't have to call me that, just bring your confession, I'll draw a fingerprint." ”

"Prime Minister ......" Although he doesn't want to admit that a woman's ability is stronger than them, Mu Jinghong is really the best candidate for prime minister, and he has always been quite obedient to Mu Jinghong, so he actually doesn't want Mu Jinghong to do this. And he was quite skeptical of this, but now looking at Mu Jinghong's attitude, he is even more skeptical.

Mu was silent.

Shangshu of the Criminal Department persuaded a few more words, and when he saw that Mu Jinghong still didn't speak, he knew that Mu Jinghong had made up his mind, and he had no choice but to sigh, so he asked the master to copy Xiangzhu's confession, and then put it on the table, and asked Mu Jinghong to draw a charge and press his handprint.

Mu Jinghong moved quickly, and without thinking about it, he picked up the pen and drew it. As soon as she drew it, she didn't even think about it, so she dipped her hand in red ink and pressed her handprint.

The whole time, she didn't even look at the confession above.

Because the interrogation was conducted in a single room, not in the cell where Mu Jinghong lived, Su Lianjin was not at ease and was afraid that Mu Jinghong would be punished, so he broke in regardless of the jailer's obstruction.

I happened to see the picture of Mu Jinghong pressing his handprint.

The stimulated Su Lianjin immediately ran over, snatched the confession that was pressed by Mu Jinghong's handprint, and saw what was written on it, Mu Jinghong was equivalent to admitting guilt, he was immediately more stimulated, and immediately tore up the confession.

"Prince, don't do it!" As soon as he saw that Su Lianjin was going to tear up the confession, the Shangshu of the Criminal Department hurriedly spoke out to stop him, but unfortunately when his words fell, Su Lianjin also tore the confession to pieces.

Mu Jinghong looked at Su Lianjin coldly: "I can press it again." ”

Su Lianjin yelled: "If you press it again, I will tear it again!" Tear until you don't press it! ”

Regardless of whether the content of this confession is true or not, this confession cannot be torn, Su Lianjin tore it, that is, he made a mistake, but the Shangshu of the Criminal Department did not dare to deal with Su Lianjin, the Prince of Jin, so he could only ask Mu Jinghong and Su Lianjin to go back to the cell first, and then, he immediately went to the palace and wanted to tell Gu Ruohan about it.

As soon as Mu Jinghong returned to the cell, he sat cross-legged at the small table and played chess with himself.

Su Lianjin was still in a state of anger, and did not go back to the cell where he lived, but followed Mu Jinghong into the cell where Mu Jinghong lived.

Seeing that Mu Jinghong could still play chess calmly, he rushed over angrily, lifted Mu Jinghong's chessboard for the first time, and yelled at Mu Jinghong with scarlet eyes: "Why the hell!?" Is it better to die than to live? Why do you want to die? I know you have a lot on your mind, but can't you say it? You will only make me feel more sorry for you like this! Did You Know? Do you even know that!? ”

In the last sentence, he roared hoarsely.

Mu Jinghong was silent, her temperament was still cold, her expression was still calm, she didn't look at Su Lianjin, she just lowered her peach blossom eyes, and quietly looked at the chessboard and chess pieces that were overturned to the ground. It's like you're dead.