The little emperor couldn't help but feel amused when he saw the trembling look on the face of the criminal officer. He thought to himself that a person who solves cases would still think that a high official is a low official. Could it be that he came to the court to ask for an official? So he asked:
"My dear, how about I let you upgrade to three levels in a row?"
"Your Majesty, even if you give this official a fourth-level seal, he still won't be able to solve this case. However, I recommend one person who can solve this case."
"Who are you referring to?" asked the little emperor
"Master Hu San, the Chief Minister of Dali Temple" the execution officer named a person
"Well, that's good, you go down! I'll be dazzled if I keep kneeling there," the emperor said
When the execution officer saw him, he said that he knew it was none of his business, so he ran away without even saying hello.
The little emperor is already very impatient. He has been worrying about his few dogs in the dog shed. Currently, including the ones Zhang Facun bought from Nanfan, there are less than fifteen in total. This is already the best of the best.
It's strange that these dogs are both male and female, but the female dogs don't go into heat and the male dogs don't scratch their crotches. If this continues, when will his dog team develop and grow? The emperor's family, the king of the country, only raised a mere ten.
Five dogs, wouldn’t it be a joke to spread the word? That day, suddenly there was a female dog that didn’t want to eat, was restless, and looked worried. The little emperor thought there was a way, and released the largest and most ferocious Tibetan Mastiff to mate with her. Who knew they were the same?
They were so angry that they bit each other to death. In the end, the female dog bit the male dog to death. That was five hundred taels of silver! The little emperor's thoughts were all about the dog. Going to court every day was just to deal with errands.
Ge Mao, he said a few random words and dismissed the court. Unexpectedly, there were so many things going on today. I don’t know how long I will continue to nag Hu Sanxuan again. The little emperor got annoyed and said:
"Declare my decree, this matter will be handled in Dali Temple, and the court will be dismissed!"
After receiving the imperial edict, Hu San immediately transferred Wang San's body from the executioner and ordered the widow to wait for an examination. The result came out quickly: Wang San died of poisoning.
Hu San did not dare to make the decision privately. When he came to court that morning, he reported to the young emperor:
"Your Majesty, after testing, Wang San in the Prime Minister's Palace was indeed poisoned and died. The executioner did not dare to handle the case because he was afraid of offending the Prime Minister."
The little emperor hadn't reacted yet, so Wang Shugui was puzzled: "A piece of excrement went to someone else's house, but the smell got into his nose. If he had known that Wang San would die like this, it would be better to pull him out quietly and bury him."
We have been raising troops and mobilizing people for so many days, but this is the end result?"
The little emperor is stupid or not. He still understands this truth somewhat. Since he was poisoned rather than beaten to death, he has nothing to do with the new admiral Cao Anmin, so he declared:
"The admiral is fine. Let's continue to praise the officials and parade around. For the day that was wasted, we will postpone the murder case in the Prime Minister's Mansion for another day. Then Dali Temple will immediately go to find out who killed the people in my Prime Minister's Mansion. My Prime Minister agreed, and I will also
I won’t agree! Leave the rest to me and let me go and do whatever you need to do.”
What the little emperor said was such a wonderful statement that Prime Minister Wang couldn't help but secretly lament. That bastard Hu San was from the same group of little eunuchs. He took people to the Prime Minister's Mansion to handle the case. What good case could he solve? Wang
The Prime Minister immediately remembered an allusion:
A man with bad eyesight went to defecate in the latrine. He happened to forget to bring a piece of paper to wipe his butt. There was a pile of stool that someone else had just finished defecating in front of him. He thought someone had left the waste paper, so he reached out to grab it and felt something was wrong in his hand.
After putting it to his nose and smelling it, he realized what it was. He hurriedly threw it and accidentally threw his hand against the wall so hard that it hurt. He grinned and quickly put his fingers into his mouth.
Go blow...
These were all unforeseen disasters. Wang Shugui, who was unable to prevent them, thought that it was not uncommon for someone to fall from the sky, but it was not uncommon for someone to be hit with a brick behind his back.
Hu San led his group of people into the Prime Minister's Mansion in a grand manner. When handling cases in Dali Temple, he never left home. After interrogation and questioning in the lobby, everything that should be settled was settled because it was a murder case in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Hu Zhengqing naturally
I didn't dare to trust him, so I went to the scene myself.
In terms of official positions, of course, the prime minister cannot be compared with the chief minister of Dali Temple, but now he is an imperial envoy ordered by the emperor to handle cases in the palace, so Wang Shugui had to pay courtesy to the corporal and personally connected him to the study. The two sat down to drink tea and talk.
Hu San asked some questions about Wang San's interests and hobbies, how long he had been here, what business he was doing, the people he usually interacted with, etc. Wang Shugui answered one by one and said:
"What kind of hobbies can a rough working man have? It's just three meals a day and one drink, and occasionally sneaking a few glasses of old wine. I haven't heard of anything wrong with that."
"What about women? Does Wang San usually have contact with women?" Hu Zhengqing asked sharply.
"This, this, I haven't heard much about this," Wang Shugui shook his head and said, "The manor is no better than the palace, men and women are mixed. To be honest with you, Mr. Hu, something will inevitably happen if you are not careful. But my family is very careful in this regard."
He had to keep a close eye on these boys and girls all day long, so the house was clean, and there had never been any gossip between men and women."
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, manages the family well, and the lower officials have to admire him!" Hu San praised him without any yin or yang.
"No, no, Mr. Hu, thank you. I have always advocated not going out at night, unless invited by colleagues in the court and central government. Occasionally, I go out for a few drinks, that's all." Wang Shugui stroked his goatee and laughed.
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"The scar on the prime minister's forehead is..." Hu San also didn't pick up that pot. How could he not know that it was his work?
"This..." Wang Shugui pondered for a moment, calmed down immediately, and said with a smile, "I feel ashamed to say it, but I am not afraid of your jokes, Mr. Hu. I was drunk at a colleague's house once, and accidentally bumped into the door frame when I went out."
"Men all have a habit of drinking. Prime Minister, you are the best at drinking. Once I passed by the Baihuaxi Goulan Courtyard and saw an old man about the same age as the Prime Minister. He came out of the Goulan Courtyard after eating alcohol and was hit on the head.
Brick hiding in the dark all night long, all this happened because of drinking." Hu San pretended to be nothing, and when he said this, he looked serious and the color of his face did not change.
Wang Shugui immediately beat a small drum in his stomach, wondering if this was him that Hu San was talking about. Fortunately, the road was dark that night. If he were to recognize him, this person would be in great trouble. He replied without hesitation: "Then
"That's it." Suddenly there was a cry in the house, and then someone came to report:
"Mr. Prime Minister, it's too bad. Miss Cuihua committed suicide by hanging from a beam."