Chapter 169 Changsun Wuji dies

Now that Li Zhi's health is getting worse and worse, government affairs will naturally gradually tilt towards Wu Meiniang.

As a popular person next to Li Zhi, Li Zhi's fall also means the fall of Zhao Wujiang, so Xu Jingzong said, "I wonder how long you can still be so angry?".

When the eldest son Wuji dies, I can use my merits to welcome the new emperor, and finally be respected by him. I will rise to prominence, and Xu Jingzong will stroke his beard, with a proud look on his face.

Zhao Wujiang ignored him and walked forward on his own. Xu Jingzong was like an annoying fly, constantly stepping forward and trying to talk to Zhao Wujiang. The more Zhao Wujiang ignored him, the more he felt that he had hit Zhao Wujiang's point.

Sore spot.

He tried to walk side by side with Zhao Wujiang, but Zhao Wujiang put his hands in his sleeves and said coldly: "Get out!"

Xu Jingzong didn't care and was about to step forward again. Then he saw Zhao Wujiang draw out his knife.

Changsun Wuji's situation all depends on Li Zhi's current thoughts. If Li Zhi is more tolerant, the most he can do is exile his whole family.

If Li Zhi doesn't want to forgive Changsun Wuji, then it will be the end of his involvement.

The Minister of Dali Temple was busy collecting more evidence, while the Ministry of Punishment was waiting for the final result of Changsun Wuji.

The sun's shadow is slanting westward.

Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu came to the Ministry of Punishment of Shangshu Province. He had doubts in his mind and wanted to ask Changsun Wuji.

Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Punishment, hurried over and bravely stopped Zhao Wujiang. He received an order from the Minister of Punishment not to let anyone else get close to Changsun Wuji.

At this moment, he was stopping Zhao Wujiang at the door of the prison of the Criminal Department.

"Master Zhao, please come back. This is the Ministry of Justice, not the Ministry of Secretaries." Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Justice, said.

Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice:

"Whether this is the Ministry of Punishment or my secretary's department, I have to meet Sun Wuji now!"

"Master Changsun is locked up in the deepest part of the prison. Master Shangshu has specifically ordered that no one is allowed to see you!" Wai Lang, a member of the Criminal Department, gritted his teeth.

Zhao Wujiang lifted him off the ground and said harshly:

"You go ahead and tell him, let me see what he can do?"

Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Punishment, swallowed. He couldn't afford to offend Zhao Wujiang, and he couldn't afford to offend the Minister of Punishment. Now he was being grabbed by the throat and hesitating.

Zhao Wujiang threw Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Punishment, on the ground. The latter got up and hurriedly went to find the Minister of Punishment.

He walked through the dark prison, Wen Yu following him around.

Soon, he arrived at the innermost part of the prison of the Criminal Department.

Changsun Wuji was sitting slumped on the ground paved with scattered hay. He glanced sideways at Zhao Wujiang and snorted: "What? Are you here to watch my joke too?"

"No, I just came here to find out the truth." Zhao Wujiang cleared the dust on the ground, then sat on the ground, facing Changsun Wuji across the prison cell.

"The truth? What truth?" Changsun Wuji sneered: "Do you, Zhao Wujiang, still believe that I didn't poison the emperor?"

"Of course, it is true that you support the Helan family, but it is false to try to poison the emperor!" Zhao Wujiang said slowly:

"You are destined to be unable to turn over this time. It depends on whether the emperor misses his old love and leaves you a complete corpse.

At least you will be exiled and your home will be ransacked, at worst you will be implicated!"

"What do you want to say?" Changsun Wuji's old face was full of furrows. He knew that Zhao Wujiang would not come to him for no reason.

Zhao Wujiang: "Is there anyone in your house who you care about?"

"Humph, I do have a little granddaughter."

"I can rescue you!" Zhao Wujiang said solemnly: "You will at least have your home confiscated and exiled. Then where will the children, heirs, and family members in the house go?"

Changsun Wuji was silent. The family members in Changsun's mansion would indeed be implicated by him. Now he also understood Zhao Wujiang's intentions. He said seriously: "What do you want?"

"I told you before, the truth!" Zhang Wujiang said loudly.

"Who tricked you into blocking the Eastern Expedition Army's food and fodder?" he then asked.

Changsun Wuji was shocked and looked horrified: "How do you know this is not my own plan?"

"Know yourself and your enemy and you will be victorious in any battle. I have a rough idea of ​​what kind of person you are.

You are greedy for power and blinded by power, but you will basically not do such a heartless thing." Zhao Wujiang said slowly: "The person who seduces you is wearing a black robe, right?"

Changsun Wuji became more and more frightened. How did Zhao Wujiang learn about it?

He thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said:

"I don't know where you got it from, but he did give me some advice, one of which was to cut off your food and grass. I didn't want to, but this opportunity was given by God."

As I expected, this man in black robe may reach many officials. Zhao Wujiang looked solemn and continued:

"Then do you know his identity? If you tell me, I will definitely do what I promised you!"

"Zhao Wujiang, why should I trust you? You and I were enemies before!" Changsun Wuji spoke, his voice was calm, and there was no ripples audible. He was very rational at the moment.

Zhao Wujiang spoke in a deep voice: "Enemies are also different. If you are about to die, you will no longer be my enemy.

As for what I promised you, I, Zhao Wujiang, will definitely do it and can do it, you know I have this ability."

Changsun Wuji was silent, and there was a sound of fighting outside the prison. It was Wen Yu who was stopping the Minister of Punishment and others.

"Zhao Wujiang, this is what you promised me!" Changsun Wuji took a deep breath, "He is."

Suddenly, Changsun Wuji was stunned for a moment: "He is."

He couldn't speak, as if someone was stopping him, preventing him from saying the name.

"Who is he?" Zhao Wujiang looked at Changsun Wuji's suddenly anxious face and had a premonition that something was wrong.

Changsun Wuji looked panicked. He kept opening his mouth, trying to say the name, but no sound came out.

"Write it to me!" Zhao Wujiang reacted and shouted immediately. He handed over a piece of paper.

Changsun Wuji took the paper and was about to write, but he couldn't move the pen.

"He is a warlock, and I fell under his spell!" Changsun Wuji roared. He could not tell his name, but he revealed his identity.

Black blood gradually flowed out of his nasal cavity and stayed along his nose, but he was unconscious.

Oh no! Zhao Wujiang quickly grasped Changsun Wuji’s pulse and said in a deep voice: “Don’t move!”

Changsun Wuji was suspicious. He felt an itching sensation in his chest, and a warm liquid spurted out from his throat. He spit out a large pool of black blood with a whoosh.

He couldn't believe it and looked horrified. He trembled and said, "Zhao Wujiang, what's wrong with me?"

The nosebleeds kept leaving and the pain in the abdominal cavity was rolling. Changsun Wuji realized that something was wrong. He held Zhao Wujiang's hand tightly and kept shaking: "You promised me, you promised me."

Later, Changsun Wuji fell headlong into a pool of black blood, his breath gradually weakening.

Zhao Wujiang understood that this was the backlash of the spell. Just like the Youdao Guarding Sand on Wu Meiniang's body was to block emotions, the spell was also cast on Changsun Wuji to prevent him from revealing the identity of the man in black robe.

You must be related to Tian Yujiashen, so who are you?

Zhao Wujiang originally thought that the master of Xu Jingzong Hou Shanye's black robe would be Tian Yujiashen, the director of the Taiyuan Hospital, but Helan's firm words rejected his idea.

The energy in his hand surged, shattering the prison wood, and he stepped forward to check on Changsun Wuji. At this moment, Changsun Wuji was already dying, with black blood constantly leaking from his mouth and nose.

"Secretary Supervisor Zhao Wujiang broke into the prison of the Criminal Department and disturbed the law. Go in and let me capture him!"

Someone shouted outside the door, it was the angry voice of the Minister of Punishment.
Chapter completed!