During the morning court the next day, the ministers impeached General Zhao one after another, and there were not many ministers who spoke for General Zhao.

The official vomited blood on the spot. Before fainting, he asked someone to transfer Zhao Yi and his son to Dali Temple for custody.

The General's Mansion of Zhenguo was suddenly panicked and discussed in private. If there weren't officers and soldiers guarding the door, they would have to explain the reason when entering and leaving. Some people really planned to pack up their bags and escape with private bags.

When Mrs. Zhao heard about it, she was so angry that she wanted to kill the two women who were talking nonsense, but was stopped by Xining.

Xining drank ginseng tea. If the General’s Mansion in Zhenguo fell, it would be inevitable to confiscate the house, so if there is anything delicious and useful, it will still be used.

She smiled and said, "Mom just called everyone in the mansion, there is no need to escape. If you escape, you will be a fugitive slave. Even if the mansion of the general in Zhenguo is gone, the fugitive slave will be caught and sold. We have never treated anyone wrongly.

The servant must have a few dollars in his hands. If you want to leave, you can come and redeem yourself. You can only pay according to the price you bought at the time of your purchase without adding any additional penny.”

Many servants had to sell themselves during the famine and war. Even if there were tooth wives and tooths in the middle, the price was still very cheap, at least five taels of silver, and at most twenty taels. In the General's Mansion of Zhenguo, even the last sweep of the floor

The servant who is intoxicated at night also has half a pile of money per month. After saving for several years, it is more than enough to redeem himself.

After thinking about it, Mrs. Zhao thought about it and thought that if all the people were redeemed, who would do this job? But the general's mansion in Zhenguo fell, and the servants were confiscated as private property and sold them again. Instead of being uneasy, she thought about running away.

, let people leave openly.

If your heart is gone, what's the use of leaving these people behind?

So he agreed and asked Mama Li to find Butler Ding. Anyone who wanted to redeem her life would give money to sell her body, and she could immediately leave the mansion and go to the government to revoke her slave family. From then on, she had nothing to do with the General's Mansion of Zhenguo.

Madam Li bowed slightly and was about to leave, Xining quickly ordered: "The people in Rushi's kitchen are leaving, prepare the lunch for today first, and also need another meal for three people to be delivered to Dali Temple.

Let's go again, if it's not delicious, then wait for it to be sold."

Madam Li nodded and turned around and left.

The three cooks, two cooks and five small workers in the kitchen were all planning to leave. There were so many restaurants outside, so they would not starve to death after going out. So after preparing the food that was full of flavor and flavor, they paid the money.

Leaving.

Put the food in, Xining said to Mrs. Zhao and the prince's wife: "Take more money and you will need fifty taels of silver bills. After entering, you will inevitably spend some money to handle it. If you want more money to manage the business inside, you will need five.

One thousand, and the same goes for it.”

The prince's wife was shocked: "I want so much?"

Xining smiled freely and easily: "That depends on whether the heart is dark. Sometimes a white steamed bun can be sold for 500 taels. As long as the person is good, there are opportunities to make money in the future."

"I dare to collect it and prove that the master is still saved." Although Mrs. Zhao felt distressed, she knew that the flowers should still be spent.

The prince's wife's face became paler.

Zhao Heming shouted: "If you spend money, you can still let your grandfather, father and third uncle eat and sleep better. If the mansion is confiscated, no matter how much money you have, it will not be yours."

It's straightforward. If everyone wasn't there, the prince's wife would have wanted to slap her in the face.

When leaving the mansion, Butler Ding took people to check the bags at the door. In addition to changing clothes himself and giving silver, other things in the mansion were not allowed to be taken away. On the side was the second butler sitting there, and after receiving the silver, he gave it to him.

Sale contract.

There were a lot of people queuing with Butler Ding, with seven or eight people quenching his arms and stretching his neck to wait, hoping to get there early and leave the house after the inspection.

When they saw Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Prince and others coming over, they all bowed according to their usual habits. Some people blushed and lowered their heads and dared not look after the salute.

Mrs. Zhao sighed slightly: "It's okay, it's okay. The tree falls and the money scatters. It's normal for human beings to die with the General's Mansion." After that, he took the people out of the door.

After getting ready three carriages, Xining helped Mrs. Zhao. After getting on the first carriage, Mrs. Zhao asked softly: "Don't you really visit the prison with your mother?"

Xining responded: "It's useless to go. I guess I can only go in one or two people after spending money. They all have to stand outside and wait. My daughter should go and do other things."

Mrs. Zhao nodded, sat back and Madam Li lowered the curtain of the car door.

The second car was taken by the prince's wife. Xining walked to the third car, and Zhao Heming was already sitting inside.

The two cars in front walked towards Dali Temple, while the third car headed towards the outskirts of the city.

Zhao Heming asked worriedly: "My sister-in-law, will my grandfather have something to do this time?"

The previous plot is that the third prince secretly seized the throne and placed the charge of colluding with the enemy on the head of the general's mansion in Zhenguo, and then the sect was destroyed.

This time, General Zhao himself entered the palace to apologize. No matter how heavy the sentence was, he would be at most he would be banned.

However, this time the thunder is so loud that it can be seen clearly whether it is a human or a demon. Needless to say, the second house is in a hurry to go to the palace to report, but no one has come to apologize until now, ask about the situation, and think about it together.

Find a way.

Xining curled her lips and asked, "What is the difference between Jingzhao Prefecture, Ministry of Justice, and Dali Temple?"

Jingzhao Prefecture, the Ministry of Justice has the power to investigate cases, but Dali Temple "only the world is in charge of the prison and no longer listens to the trial", which means that Dali Temple has become a cautious criminal agency that only decides to report cases according to law, which is equivalent to only judging the case but not judging the prisoner.

.The prisoner will inevitably use some punishments when he is imprisoned. If he is locked up in Dali Temple, without the permission of the official, no one can punish Zhao Yi and his son without permission.

Zhao Heming suddenly realized: "I understand! The official family..."

"Shh~" Xining pointed her lips with her fingers: "Use your brain more often and move your mouth less."

Zhao Heming quickly closed his mouth and nodded violently.

The car stopped at a temple. The man couldn't go in and out. Zhao Heming was waiting in the car.

"I'll be back soon." Xining asked Dongmei and Qiuye to follow her in.

When I saw Zhao Yingxue again, Xining almost couldn't recognize her. Her pale face, messy hair, and even her clothes were changed into simple clothes for lay Buddhists in the temple.

The entire Zen room is not big and there are few things. The bed is filled with quilts with cotton quilts. People who worship Buddha can only use cotton and linen, not silk and brocade.

On the desk next to it, there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a Buddhist scripture. The inkstone was dry, and the Buddhist scriptures were written together. There was no word written on the paper under porcelain paperweight.

The whole room was dark and lifeless. When the door opened, the sunlight shone into the room, stinging Zhao Yingxue's eyes and blocking it with his hands.

When she saw who was coming, Zhao Yingxue wiped her hair bun with her hands, but her messy hair was uneven. She sneered a little: "How is the third sister unlucky to see me?"

I don’t expect to drink water. Just look at Zhao Yingxue’s messy hair and the uncopied Buddhist scriptures, you can tell that there is no water in the teapot.
Chapter completed!