Since the concept of "prison" is determined by "cognition", if you want to improve the level of "prison", the method that Zheng Xiu thought of is indeed a shortcut.

The plan to build "Infernal Purgatory" has a preliminary prototype in Zheng Xiu's mind, but more details still need to be carefully polished.

The most important of these is that it must not attract the attention of Ye Weiyang and the royal family.

But now it just so happens that because of the "cannibal painting", even Fengbei has been sent out, and Ye Weiyang has no time to take care of the interior of the imperial city.

Zheng Xiu was originally waiting for Scar Lao Liu, but after waiting for an hour, the last brand-new carriage stopped quietly in front of Zheng's house.

A plain woman knocked politely on the door.

Zheng Xiu came to the door.

The yellow curtain of the carriage hung down, covering the inside, but a depressing atmosphere, as if visible to the naked eye, made Zheng Xiu subconsciously hold his breath.

"Marquis Zheng, my lord is invited, please Marquis Zheng to get in the car and talk."

Zheng Xiu looked at the coachman who was driving the horse in silence, and saw that the coachman had a beard on his face, and his hands were full of calluses and joints, obviously with weapons all year round. The other party's body vaguely revealed a temperament that made Zheng Xiu feel familiar.

It's a Jimmu sergeant.

Sergeant Shenwu is the driver of the coach, so the identity of the "master" in the car is about to come out.

Zheng Xiu frowned, and was about to reach out to lift the curtain, but after a few hesitations, he made a move, and arched his hand in front of the carriage: "The Loyal Martyr Marquis dare not be disrespectful." ”

There was a loud laugh in the car: "I Weifu visited the Zheng family privately, and now it is just an unknown Master Wei." ”

What's going on?

Zheng Xiu never expected that Lao Wei would personally come to Zheng's door in such a low-key way.

After all, it is the current emperor, and the curtain has not yet been lifted, but the narrow carriage gives Zheng Xiu an illusion of a tiger's den in Longtan.

"Get in the car."

Lao Wei said again.

No matter how hypocritical it is, something is really going to happen.

Zheng Xiu sighed in his heart, can the secret path still be gagged at the door of his own house? So he lifted the curtain and got into the carriage.

After Zheng Xiu got into the car, the coachman had no intention of driving at all, so he stopped at the door of Zheng's house, looking like an ordinary carriage. Who would have thought that the emperor of the Daqian Dynasty and the descendant of the Shenwu general, the loyal martyr, would now be alone in this inconspicuous carriage?

"Sit down."

A kind smile appeared on Old Wei's majestic face, pointing to the soft collapse opposite, and motioning for Zheng Xiu to sit down.

Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, since you are so polite, then I am not welcome.

"Marquis Zhonglie, I've seen ...... Master Wei. ”

After speaking, Zheng Xiu winked at Lao Wei.

The blink of an eye means that you call yourself Master Wei, it's none of my business.

Lao Wei's current complexion is similar to that of the old emperor last week.

"Hahaha-" Old Wei laughed: "Your temperament is completely different from your father, your father has always been meticulous, if General Zheng is here, even if I press General Zheng's shoulder, he would rather break his leg than sit." ”

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and smiled slightly: "So my father is the world-famous General Zheng, and I, just a small Zheng businessman, it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance." ”

He deliberately put an accent on the word "little".

"There is no need to be restrained," Lao Wei seemed to see through Zheng Xiu's thoughts, and waved his hand with a smile: "If my set of imperial techniques falls on your head, it will inevitably look like a small family, and it is not worthy of this big country." ”

Zheng Xiu was silent.

At this time, silence is golden, and it is right not to say it.

Lao Wei said again: "Do you remember when I was in the Dizi Prison Camp, I asked you about it? ”

Zheng Xiu thought for a moment and nodded.

Lao Wei smiled: "I am also curious, who of my three sons who are not angry has the appearance of a great emperor...... The three of them have been comfortable for too long over the years, and it's time to get some blood, otherwise, it will be difficult to become a big thing. After speaking, Lao Wei patted his head and laughed at himself: "Well, you have no intention of assisting the left government, what's the use of talking to you about this?" ”

Zheng Xiu was still silent.

"It's just that there are fewer people around me who can complain and talk from the heart, that is, when I meet you who have nothing to do with these things, I can't help but say a few more words."

Lao Wei's face was a little more lonely, but this expression changed too quickly, Zheng Xiu didn't have time to savor it, and Lao Wei had already changed into another face.

"You, are you still planning to go back to prison?"

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, and if he was silent now, he was really playing a clear card and pretending to be stupid, but it seemed a little bad to pick out the words, and after considering the rhetoric, Zheng Xiu replied carefully: "But the loyal martyr, I have always obeyed the law, since it is a big law, I naturally abide by it, and I have no regrets." ”

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"Oh?" Lao Wei glanced at Zheng Xiu deeply: "If I tell you, in fact, I already know who the murderer of Yurun is, do you want to know Answer?" ”

Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly: "I think, it's better for me not to know." ”

Lao Wei showed a distressed look: "If you are allowed to go back, it will inevitably make the people of the world feel that I do not distinguish between right and wrong, black and white, and do not remember General Zheng's exploits in protecting the country, so that you will suffer an injustice that is not in vain, and it will be difficult for everyone to stop you." The matter has come to this, and I am in a dilemma. ”

There was a dead silence in the carriage.

Zheng Xiutong's hole shrank slightly, and then returned to normal.

"If the saint doesn't mind, the Loyal Martyr Marquis has a way to get the best of both worlds."

Outside the carriage, palace maids in disguise stood by the curtain.

The Shenwu soldier who played the cameo role as a coachman leaned on the throne, his eyes were empty, as if he was closed, and his fingers and claws clenched from time to time made a crisp joint sound.

After a while.

"Hahaha-"

Lao Wei's laughter came from inside the car.

The Marquis of Zhonglie calmly lifted the curtain and walked down.

"Holy and wise."

Zheng Xiu bowed his hand to the carriage.

"Phew—"

The coachman's empty eyes opened, grinned, and cried out, pulling the reins.

The maid took her seat next to the coachman.

The front of the car turned, and the driver was about to pump the horse's buttocks, when the curtain was lifted.

Before leaving, Lao Wei suddenly asked, "'Merchant'?"

Zheng Xiu was slightly stunned, looked into the curtain, he clenched his fists inside, and after a few pauses, Zheng Xiucai said: "Yes, 'emperor'." ”

Watching the carriage leave.

Qing Thirteen and Ji Honglotus fell from the wall at the same time.

Pei Gaoya scratched his bald head, got out of the flowers, and a few petals fell on his head: "That guy is walking?" ”

Zheng Xiu smiled and waved his hand: "Don't be nervous. Closing the door, Zheng Xiu asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Qing 13 sighed, swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, opened his hand to make a gesture of holding the bowl back, and lowered his voice: "Aren't you afraid that the sky will change." After Qing 13 finished speaking, he whistled towards the empty space of the house.

Qing 13 was afraid that the emperor would be in trouble, so he was ready to lift the lid of the pot and rebel on the spot.

At the same time, the shadows breathed a sigh of relief and disappeared again.

"Hehe, don't underestimate the bearing of the 'emperor'."

Zheng Xiuyi pointed out, and Qing 13 asked when the master would leave to go back to the prison.

"It's a pity that today's prison can't be done for the time being."

In the afternoon, one after another official documents caused an uproar in the officialdom.

The first is Princess Yurun.

Lao Wei directly issued an order to dismiss half of the officials of the Inspectorate, and the left and right imperial historians were sentenced to be executed.

The reason is nothing more than Princess Yurun's eucalyptus, and it is impossible to see such an obvious framing of blame, although the Marquis of Zhonglie is suspicious, he is by no means the biggest suspect.

There was a storm and turmoil, and in addition to the Inspectorate, the criminal department in charge of this eucalyptus directly came to a complete exchange of blood.

Jiang Gaoyi was in the office of the Criminal Department, feeling the bloody rain and bloody wind, trembling, and under the instruction of the emperor, he wrote down one official document after another and pressed the official seal.

In the afternoon, some people were promoted and some were dismissed, but there was no wind in the imperial city, and it was peaceful as usual.

At nightfall.

At the end, on the bulletin board that announced to the people, a thousand-character text was written in a sprinkled manner.

The article is too long for most people to understand.

Maybe it's intentional.

If you don't understand, that's right.

Soon after, the storyteller in the tea house began to sing about it.

said that Princess Yurun was actually someone else, but the murderer was too cunning and wanted to blame the Loyal Liehou. In order to prove his innocence, the loyal martyr was willing to obey the law and bear the charge of "suspected murderer" before the real murderer was arrested and returned. However, the emperor was kind-hearted and immediately amended the "amnesty law" in the law, which was particularly gracious.

The Marquis of Zhonglie only needs to serve three days in prison every ten days, and the rest of the time can return to Zheng's house under the escort of the jailer. But until the real culprit is identified, the Marquis of Zhonglie must not leave the imperial city for half a step.

As soon as this announcement came out, on the one hand, it reflected the benevolence of the emperor, and also showed the emperor's impartiality and discernment, and also showed the loyalty and sincerity of the loyal martyr.

Most of the people are thinking that Zheng Xiu, the richest man in the hall, is obviously framed and wronged, but he is still willing to take the initiative to bear the disaster of prison, how touching it is.

From now on, he can take Wangtian Prison and the dignified death row as his third home, and enter and exit at will, which is a great convenience for the [prisoner] doorway.