The next day, Qin Yun didn't go there either. After attending the morning court, he accompanied the concubines to go sightseeing in the palace. It was very pleasant.
In just two days, he was almost drained.
The third day.
early morning.
Qin Yun received reports from various places in Longyou.
"Your Majesty, all the iron workshops have been successfully demolished. According to the prisoner's confession, a total of three thousand light crossbows and one thousand heavy crossbows have been seized."
"All kinds of armor and countless swords."
"There are thousands of people involved in the case, and they have all been escorted back to the Ministry of Punishment, waiting for your fate!"
As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the cabinet ministers were shocked, and then angry!
The people behind the scenes are so brave!!
Qin Yun put down the memorial and asked with narrowed eyes.
"Among these thousand prisoners, how many are members of aristocratic families?"
Qi Yong thought for a while and replied: "At least half!"
"But after investigation, no one is the core figure of the Nine Gates, and most of them are marginal figures."
Qin Yun sneered.
"Is it possible for these old men to hand over some insignificant characters just to settle the matter?"
"Hmph, even the deaths of Tang San and Li Mi are not enough to calm my anger!"
"Go, torture and interrogate these thousand people, and pick out as many people as you can."
"But remember, don't make it public!"
"I want to show a satisfied look on the surface."
Hearing this, Qi Yong nodded.
Qin Yun set his sights on Qian Lin again.
"Master Qian."
Qian Lin stood up and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty."
Qin Yun got straight to the point: "The clan members have been alerted, and the imperial court's investigation has been unable to find their core."
"I want you to go lurk and inquire again, and find some ironclad evidence that will make them feel sick. How about that?"
Qian Lin raised his head and nodded in agreement without saying a word.
"Your Majesty, I will never give up even if I die!"
Qin Yun smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, I will remember all your achievements for you. Don't worry, when the time comes, I will give you a high official position."
"In addition, the government will also support the Qian family's business."
"I suppress the nobles, but I will not suppress them blindly. As long as they are loyal nobles, I will still open my arms."
Qian Lin's eyes turned red and he was a little excited: "Yes, Your Majesty, thank you Your Majesty!"
"..."
Shortly after.
The Shenji Camp returned to the Imperial Capital.
There were 50,000 soldiers when they left, but only 20,000 came back. In the Battle of Xia Liang and the melee on the grassland, the Shenji Battalion suffered the most losses.
On this day, the streets of the imperial capital were filled with cries and howls.
How many wives, children, and children failed to wait for the breadwinner of their family to return, and cried themselves unconscious in the street.
The entire imperial capital also implemented a curfew for the dead soldiers.
General's Mansion, Mu's Mansion.
Mu Le's home is no longer what it used to be, and it is no longer comparable to the dilapidated house it once was.
It's quiet at night, in the yard.
Mu Le became more and more mature, and a trace of suspicion appeared on his handsome face with a little stubble.
"Mom, weren't you still here just now?"
He walked into the inner room, knocked on the door and said, "Mom, are you there?"
"Son, come and see you."
He shouted several times in succession, but still received no response from Mu Ci.
Finally, he frowned, pushed open the door, and walked gently inside.
The room was empty.
A gust of night wind blew, blowing the curtain, and Mu Le's pupils were startled!
It was even more shocking than seeing 100,000 enemy troops on the battlefield!!
In his mother's inner room, there is a large portrait. The man on it is very heroic, standing with his hands behind his back, and he has an aura of looking down on the world!
Mu Le was shocked. In his heart, Mu Ci was a simple and gentle ordinary woman. She had lived alone for so many years and regarded her reputation as her life.
Now, why is there a portrait of a man in the room?
wrong!!
Mu Le's scalp exploded and he wiped his eyes tightly.
Then I was still frightened.
"This... this, this..."
“Isn’t this portrait of my adoptive father??”
It was so sudden that Mu Le couldn't react at all.
"Clang!"
At the door, there was suddenly the sound of a soup bowl being thrown to the floor.
Mu Ci came back and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to commit suicide by hitting the wall.
Ah Le actually caught him hiding the portrait.
Her face was hot, she ran forward to block her sight, gritted her teeth and said, "Ale, why did you come in without announcing it? It's getting more and more rude."
Mu Le withdrew his eyes with difficulty and looked at Mu Ci, who was dressed simply and elegantly.
"Mother...this..."
"this……"
Mu Ci was even more embarrassed and glared: "What the hell, get out!"
"If you don't spend time with your wife when you come back, why are you here?"
Mu Le is a straight-tempered person, so he was so embarrassed and flustered when he saw Mu Ci, and wanted to ask the truth.
"Mom, what's going on with this portrait?"
Mu Ci said goodbye and explained randomly: "Don't misunderstand me."
"My mother wanted to give His Majesty a gift to express her gratitude for promoting you, so I drew a picture."
Mu Le obviously didn't believe it: "Mom, when will you be able to draw again?"
Mu Ci bit her red lips and said with dignity, "Then what do you want to say?"
"Get out of here, mother!"
"You are not allowed to come in this yard from now on!"
Mu Le curled his lips, turned around and left, and Mu Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
As a result, Mu Le suddenly turned around and pointed it out directly.
"Mom, do you like your adoptive father?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Ci's charming face immediately turned red, feeling extremely embarrassed and angry.
"You bastard!"
"Has this been what your mother taught you since you were a child?"
Mu Le's face panicked: "Mother, mother... don't, my son is wrong!"
"Do not fight……"
Under the moonlight, one person chased and the other escaped in the yard.
A drama was staged in which a golden stick produces a filial son.
Mu Ci, a woman, could not bear such questioning. Even if Mu Le didn't say anything wrong, she would get angry and run away.
He picked up the stick and chased for a long time before sitting down on the stone bench to rest out of breath.
Mu Le is a thick-skinned general who is not even afraid of swords.
But he was still afraid of his mother's stick from the bottom of his heart. He had been beaten frequently when he was a child, and now he was kneeling in front of Mu Ci with a grin on his face.
"Mom, I was wrong."
Mu Ci glared at him angrily, her manners perfect: "If you say this again in the future, my mother will sever ties with you!"
Mu Le's eyelids twitched, so cruel?
He hesitated and said: "Mom, if I tell you tonight, my son won't tell you anything from now on."
Mu Ci pursed her red lips and fell silent.
Seeing this, Mu Le continued: "Mom, you have worked hard to take care of me and my sister these years. You have worked hard for most of your life."
"Now that my son has a family and a career, how can I have the nerve to delay you any longer?"
"You are a good woman. It will not be difficult to find one..."
Mu Ci's face turned cold: "You brat, what did you say!!"
Mu Le said without hesitation: "That's right!"
"My foster father is a good man and worthy of trust! You are also a good woman. If we are interested in each other, my son will definitely not stand in the way."
Hearing this, Mu Ci's cheeks turned red, just like a girl in her twenties, and for some reason a stone fell to the ground in her heart.
Ah Le does not object, which is good news.
But she didn't show it on her face. On the contrary, she was embarrassed, stared and gritted her teeth.
"You traitor!"
"You are shameless, and my mother wants you too!!"
Immediately afterwards, she picked up a stick and chased the innocent Mu Le to beat him.