Although Lu Bing was still young and inexperienced, he was not incompetent after all. After receiving Qin Dewei's advice, he immediately said loudly:
“This generation of out-of-town vagrants are occupying the road outside the imperial city gate to make a living, blocking traffic, yelling and yelling, and affecting the face of the imperial city!
We, the pro-army soldiers, were passing by and saw the chaos in the streets. How could we ignore it, so we sent them to the Ministry of Punishment for disposal?"
Qin, a homeless person from other places: ""
Were you, Lu Bing, an urban management officer in your previous life?
Sure enough, as soon as the news was sent to the Ministry of Justice, the officials who surrounded Lu Bing stopped making trouble. This is indeed a good step forward.
As for why he was sent to the Ministry of Punishment instead of the county government office, I can only say that he couldn't afford to lose that person.
The imperial guard sent the person to the Ministry of Punishment, which was a good thing in terms of appearance. After all, it was one of the six bureaus and was the highest judicial office in name.
If the dignified Jin Yiwei arrested someone and did not dare to interrogate him himself, but sent him to the county government, then Lu Bing might as well change his name to the laughingstock!
The same is true for Qin Dewei. Being turned away by the Jin Yiwei and sent to the Ministry of Punishment Prison can still be regarded as a medal of merit for a scholar.
But if he was sent to the county government, Qin Dewei really couldn't afford to lose that person, and he wouldn't go even if he died at the right gate of Chang'an!
All the way to the west, on the way to the Ministry of Justice, Lu Bing had already figured out what happened to Feng Xingke, and also understood why the civil servants surrounded him.
He could only say a few words in his mind, why did he let himself run into it in confusion? He almost fell into a big pit!
Then he said to Qin Dewei: "Thank you for repaying evil with kindness today, and I won't embarrass you in the future!"
Qin Dewei, who had just "showed favor", said rudely: "Master Lu! I don't know whether to say something or not. You are really a little reckless today."
Lu Bing was stunned, he was indeed a little stunned.
Qin Dewei looked at Simin, the bookkeeper of Dongchang who was following the team. If you don't give Dongchang some eye drops, I will change my surname to Zeng!
So Qin Dewei asked Lu Bing again: "So who asked Mr. Lu to arrest me?"
Lu Bing said very straightforwardly: "It was not someone else's instigation. I came on my own initiative on a whim."
Qin Dewei had a smile on his face: "Even if no one instigates you, there must be someone secretly inducing you.
Otherwise, I have no grievances with Mr. Lu, so why would Mr. Lu act impulsively? He must have been influenced by other people's words."
Huh? Is that so? Lu Bing couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Could it be that he was really being guided and used invisibly?
So it’s not because I’m incompetent, but because I was harmed by others? So I should blame others? That must be the case!
Qin Dewei said enigmatically: "You taste it, you taste it carefully, think about it carefully, and ponder it over and over again, especially the details of dealing with Dongchang.
Many things cannot withstand in-depth scrutiny! People like you and me are still young, so when dealing with those old people, you really need to be more thoughtful!"
The young Lu Bing said no more, and fell into a trance in the long examination. He was still in a trance until the Ministry of Punishment.
But Lu Qianhu's state didn't matter. Anyway, he was just going through the motions to make friends.
The Prison of the Ministry of Punishment is also called the Heavenly Prison!
In fact, the interior is also divided into different areas. Can a prison officer like Feng En be locked up with repeat prisoners on death row escorted from various places?
In the eyes of the ruling class, the place where Feng En was imprisoned can only be called Tianlao, and the places where other criminals are imprisoned can only be regarded as big prisons!
Feng En's days in the Criminal Prison Prison were of course not comparable to the fine clothes and food outside, nor did he have much personal freedom. But he would not be mistreated, and he would gradually get used to it as time went by.
It's just that life is a bit boring. What Mr. Feng looks forward to most is to be interrogated. This way he can go out and walk around and chat and laugh with the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Punishment.
So Mr. Feng began to think, since he has so much spare time, should he ask for paper and pen to write a book?
Exactly seven years have passed since I became a Jinshi in the fifth year of Jiajing to this year. Bai Letian once said, "It takes three days to test jade, and seven years to identify the material."
So it’s almost time to sum up the experience and write a book about seven years of officialdom.
After he is released from prison, he will become a famous official. There must be many people interested in his experience in officialdom, right?
When the time comes, ask Xia Yan to write a preface and Qin Dewei to write a poem. He will publish hundreds of copies at his own expense and send them to comrades.
If Qin Dewei were here, he would probably have written poems all over the wall, right? Master Feng thought again.
Why did Mr. Feng's thoughts take such a abrupt turn at this moment, and why did he think of Qin Dewei?
Because Mr. Feng had just heard a burst of chaotic footsteps, and looked through the iron fence as thick as his son's arm, and accidentally saw Qin Dewei.
Brother Qin came to visit the prison again? There may be something new? But why are there several jailers guarding him tightly?
Wucao! That’s not right! Mr. Feng reacted and was shocked!
Didn't you, Qin Dewei, say you were here to save me? Why did you come in yourself, riding on the horse?
Qin Dewei faced Mr. Feng's cell and smiled awkwardly but politely through the iron fence: "I'm sorry, there was an accident."
After Qin Dewei walked through the intersection, another younger boy was escorted in.
Is there anyone else? Master Feng took a closer look and was even more confused! Isn’t that his eldest son?
"Sure! Qin Deweinong is a small book!" Mr. Feng became anxious.
How could his son have the ability to go to prison? He must have been implicated by Qin Dewei! He was only twelve years old and he was already in a dark prison!
Feng Xingke heard the sound and suddenly saw his father's figure. He immediately rushed to the fence, knelt down skillfully, and called affectionately: "Dad!"
The jailer asked Zhao Chun, the prison chief, with his eyes. Chief Zhao shook his head. It's okay. Don't worry about it for now.
Qin Dewei turned his head and said to Director Zhao: "I promised that father and son would meet and reunite as soon as possible.
Otherwise, how about locking little brother Feng up with Mr. Feng to harm the whole family?"
Director Zhao: ""
You call this a father-son reunion?
Feng En clutched the iron fence and shouted through gritted teeth: "It's convenient for Mr. Zhao to lock Qin Dewei in my room too!"
Qin Dewei's face turned pale and he subconsciously took a few steps away.
Director Zhao quickly advised: "Master Feng! No, no! Your son really doesn't have much to do. Besides, the higher-ups have said that no one will be killed in the prison these days!"
Qin Dewei quickly said to Director Zhao: "Look, the opposite side is still empty. Just be opposite Mr. Feng!"
So after Qin Dewei and Feng Xingke were taken to the sky prison, one was locked up with their father Feng En, and the other was locked up in the cell opposite Feng En.
The "case" handed over by Jin Yiwei cannot be released on the spot. Even if he is found not guilty, the judicial process still has to go through.
Therefore, although the Ministry of Punishment will definitely not make things difficult for anyone, Qin Dewei and Feng Xingke will still have to suffer in the prison for two days.
Before leaving, Director Zhao asked Qin Dewei: "Qin Sheng, what else do you want?"
Qin Dewei raised his head and looked at the three walls, cupped his hands and said: "I don't dare to ask for anything else, I just ask for pen and ink."
Another irritable voice came from the cell opposite: "Master Zhao, don't give him pen and ink, or you will suffocate him to death!"
