Chapter 289: Lessons from Death

She entered the main house, counted the silver tickets in the box, and saw that there were only more than 10,000 taels, and her heart was very anxious. I thought that I wouldn't need so much silver at home, so I smashed all the silver into the embroidery workshop.

Now there are only more than 10,000 taels at home, how can this be enough? She put the ticket down and pulled open the drawer of the dresser. I took out the jewelry box inside, opened it, and saw that there was most of the box. It was full of gold and silver, and some of them were set with precious stones.

He took out several sets of heads and noodles in the drawer below, found a furoshiki, thought about wrapping them up, and went out of the main house with the bag.

"Brother Xian, there is not much money at home, I brought all the jewelry, and you can take it. You see, if it's not enough, I still have a little bit in my dowry, and I'll go open the cage. ”

As she spoke, she took off the hairpin and earrings on her head, and stuffed them into Sun Xian's hand.

Ye Zhiqiu felt that Gu Wan was too anxious, just to deal with it, then she had to find the right person!

"Second Sister Gu, don't worry! We have to go to Chengyu's house first and ask to see what the situation is. Chengyu has always had a plan, and he must have expected such a situation before. Perhaps, he has already left his back hand, let's go to Mingmo and discuss it with them first. ”

When Sun Xian heard this, he also felt that it made sense.

"Then let's go to Chengyu Mansion first!" Gu Wan listened, and when she came back, she took the burden from Sun Xian's hand and carried it on her back.

"Let's go!" Holding the little bun in his hand, he hurriedly wanted to walk to Gu Chengyu's mansion, but he didn't care that the little bun was still walking unsteadily, and he was walking fast.

Seeing this, Sun Xian hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the small bun. Ye Zhiqiu walked last, closed the courtyard door, and went to Gu Chengyu's mansion with them.

Kuang Zhaoying planned to go into the cell and first bring up two of these candidates to make an example of the chickens and monkeys.

As soon as he arrived at the prison of Dali Temple, a jailer hurriedly ran forward, "My lord! If something is wrong, Wan Daren will commit suicide! ”

Kuang Zhaoying was stunned for a moment, then pushed away the jailer and ran towards the prison. Gasping all the way into the cell, he found Wan Xuenian already lying in a pool of blood.

The body has not been touched yet, there is a blood stain on the wall, Wan Xuenian should have committed suicide by hitting the wall. Kuang Zhaoying probed the tip of Wan Xuenian's nose and found that he was out of breath, and touched the body again, it was still warm, thinking that he had died not long ago.

He looked to the side and saw a blood book next to the body. He opened the blood book and looked at it, and found that this was Wan Xuenian's masterpiece, and what was written on it was nothing more than wrongdoing.

Kuang Zhaoying immediately thought of Song Shujing, went to Song Shujing's cell to check, and found that Song Shujing was still alive.

"Who came to the cell in the morning?" Kuang Zhaoying felt that Wan Xuenian could not commit suicide unless someone came in and passed on the news.

"Back to my lord! Only you and a few adults have been here, and then they have all been lowly and observant. Unexpectedly, he just went to another cell to check on him, and he committed suicide. ”

Kuang Zhaoying recalled the people who came to the prison with him in the morning, including Cheng Peng Fang of the left temple of Dali Temple and Tao Junyan of the right Shaoqing of Dali Temple. I ordered them today, who said what to Wan Xuenian?

How did you get the news to Wan Xuenian? Whose person is that man?

He felt that both of them were very suspicious, and he couldn't make up his mind at this time. He had to report this to the emperor, as well as the blood letter in his hand.

Was Wan Xuenian wronged? Or suicide in fear of sin? It seems that we can only work on those candidates and the evidence of the crime. Fortunately, there is still one Song Shujing left.

Kuang Zhaoying asked someone to pull this jailer down, needless to say, the end will definitely be death. It is already a mercy to let such an important prisoner die in prison and not cut him with a thousand knives.

"You send a few more people to guard Song Shujing, and you must not let him die too. Otherwise, you know the consequences. Kuang Zhaoying could already imagine how angry the emperor would be.

There is no news from the person sent to verify. So far, whether it is a fraud case or a bandit case, there has been no progress, but I didn't expect Wan Xuenian to be dead today.

Hu Maoshen looked at the paper in front of him, this was Wanfu Neiying's confession. He already has the human evidence and confession in his hand, plus the physical evidence collected before, he can present to the emperor to thoroughly investigate the thief case, and he is going to enter the palace to face the saint now.

"Hoi An! Prepare the carriage, and the official will go to the palace. Hu Maoshen took these confessions and physical evidence and prepared to go to the palace.

The time limit left by Gu Chengyu for him was two days, and his movements were quite fast, so he arrested Nei Ying and interrogated him overnight. It's a pity that there is still no other whereabouts of the silver taels, only the evidence of the great prince's subordinates personally participating in the bandit case, and a token.

Kuang Zhaoying had already arrived in the palace, and he was also very worried at this time.

"Grandpa Chen!" Kuang Zhaoying was led outside the imperial study by the little eunuch, and saw the chief steward De'an standing outside the imperial study.

The title of De'an is only known to the emperor, De'an's surname is Chen, and the ministers call him Gonggong Chen. Gonggong Chen is a celebrity around the emperor, and when they see these officials, they have to pay for their smiling faces, and they have to stuff some silver money to dredge up something.

"Lord Kuang, the emperor is busy at this moment! The old slave went to report to the adults. ”

Kuang Zhaoying thanked him again and again, and stuffed a silver ticket over.

De'an saw that Kuang Zhaoying's face was not good, and he thought that something had happened, he was a little hesitant, and he didn't know whether to accept this silver or not. Kuang Zhaoying only came here this morning, and he came again now, and looking at this face, it should be no good thing.

Kuang Zhaoying looks down on these eunuchs on weekdays, although he also smiles at him, but he can't tell how to scold him behind his back! What's more, Kuang Zhaoying was very stingy, he glanced at the silver ticket, and saw that it was not one, it seems that today's silver ticket cannot be accepted, who knows what to do with him!

Dean nudged it lightly, "Wait a minute, the old slave will go and report!" ”

After saying that, he entered the imperial study.

Kuang Zhaoying saw that De'an refused to accept the cash ticket, and scolded the old fox in his heart for being very cunning.

"My lord! Go inside! ”

Hu Maoshen entered the palace gate in a carriage, and De'an saw Hu Maoshen coming from a distance. I wondered, what day is it? Why are they all here?

He listened to the loud shouts and sounds coming from the house, and secretly rejoiced that he had just confiscated the silver ticket. Otherwise, you will be killed by Master Kuang.

"Grandpa Chen!"

Before Hu Maoshen arrived at the imperial study, he heard the sound inside. He glanced at De'an, who shook his head, he didn't dare to go in and touch his head at this time.

"Wait, sir!"

The emperor walked back and forth in the imperial study, Wan Xuenian was an old minister, and when he was still the crown prince, Wan Xuenian had already joined his faction. Now, seeing this blood letter, the emperor faintly regretted it in his heart.

"Who's out there?" He suddenly heard someone talking to De'an outside, and it sounded like Hu Maoshen's.

"But Hu Aiqing? Let him in. ”