After fleeing famine, I rely on space to raise cubs

Chapter 157
Su Qing never thought that there would be so many forces in the South Courtyard outside the palace.

Frowning tightly, "So, the ministers of the DPRK and China are all involved. If we can find the account books of the South Court, wouldn't we be able to catch them all?"

After a pause, Su Qing shook her head, "How is it possible, if you really find the ledger, you can only burn it."

If the courtiers of a country are all dazzled by money, and there are so many filth hidden under the law, the emperor and the common people will be pissed off and frightened to death.

Song Zhi put the saber on the table, and sighed, "I checked the development history of the South Court, and it originated from Emperor Liang Yuan, who handled several people, and no one knows who is actually in charge of the South Court. Most of the ministers in the DPRK and China have collected the money, and now Yi Qili is being imprisoned, and there are still people looking for Dali Temple, wanting to rescue him."

Su Qing's eyes widened, "Yi Qili is too numerous to write down, and there are still people who want to rescue him? Could it be that someone has found the prince?"

No wonder Song Zhi went to the prince's house today, it turned out that he was not only telling Song Zhi about his people, but also had another meaning, that is, someone wanted to save people through him.

Liang Jingrui didn't say it out loud, but his actions already explained everything.

Su Qing sat on the chair, swiped his fingers on the table a few times, and sighed: "The guards are just the bottom. For them, what does it matter if there are fewer guards? Human life is not worth mentioning in their eyes , only the core interests can move them.”

When Su Qing said this, he felt his chest was congested.

There is no difference between ancient times and modern times. For the sake of profit, you can give up everything and treat human life like ants. The superiors will not consider the life and death of ants.

"Since this is the case, Yi Qili will not speak. The longer this matter drags on, the emperor will be shaken."

Su Qing hesitated for a moment, "What do you want to do?"

Song Zhi put the teacup on the table on the tray, looked sideways, and looked at Su Qingdao; "I want to get some clues from Yi Qili's mouth, but his mouth is too hard, and the family members can't move, so many eyes are staring at him. So, are you going to take a risk?"

Su Qing got up, "Yi Qili is just a pimp. What he did was just to provide playthings for the superiors. The South Courtyard has closed, and it's just on the surface. If you want to make Yi Qili spit, the best The method is to let the emperor hear it with his own ears, which is much better than the papers we have submitted."

Song Zhi looked at her suspiciously, "Let's not talk about whether the emperor can leave the palace, but Yi Qili can't do anything if he doesn't say anything."

Su Qing raised the corners of her lips, and her eyebrows lit up, "Who says he doesn't spit?"

In the dark and humid sky prison, Yi Qili was chained to his ankles and wrists. He was forced to stand up and lower his head slightly to rest. The tiny needles on the chains would pierce his skin and cause blood to flow down the chains. Shed, it looks very strange.

Yi Qili couldn't sleep, rest, or move around at will, so he just stood there for twelve hours.

The cell door opened again, Yi Qili watched Song Zhi come in through the door with blurred eyes, he tried his best to put his legs together, but it was a pity that the chain was locked, he couldn't do anything except make a heavy noise.

"Song Zhi, you don't want to know anything from me."

Yi Qili licked his whitish lower lip, "If you die, I will definitely be able to go out as long as I hold on for a few days."

Song Zhi looked at him coldly, "You are a man, and I also admire your determination. I have already told the emperor that you have taken all the crimes by yourself. Before you die, the emperor asked you to go home and see your identity." Family, I have some sympathy for you."

Yi Qili tried to open his eyes wide, "What did you say? The emperor asked me to go home?"

Song Zhi waved his hand, and a guard stepped forward to untie the iron chain. Yi Qili fell to the ground with a thump, covered in blood all over his body. Song Zhi said: "Your mother is already waiting for you at home, change your clothes and go. I'll send you on your way."

After speaking, Song Zhi turned and left.

Yi Qili lay motionless on the ground, the guard beside him said: "Master Yi, get up quickly, this is what the emperor promised, if you don't leave, you won't be able to see your mother."

Yi Qili struggled to get up from the ground, he lost his mind and said: "Really let me go?"

The guard seemed a little impatient, "Are you going or not? If you don't go, just stay, you think we want to be here with you, how did you treat us before, don't let me be an adult here, are you worthy?"

The guard took a sip, and when he left, he still kicked him hard on the knee. Yi Qili finally stood up and fell to the ground again. Xu Ying, he murmured: "When I make a comeback, I will definitely not let you go, I won't let you go."

Walking out of the dungeon, Yi Qili looked around in a daze. It was already dark and the candles in the palace were dim. He walked with difficulty. After walking for a long time, he seemed to be out of the gate of the palace. A white-haired old man, Yi Qili staggered over, and heard the old man keep saying: "Please, let me see my son, please."

Yi Qili rubbed his eyes, and immediately said, "Mother."

Seeing Yi Qili, the old man called out, "Son."

Then he got up, stumbled and ran over, hugged Yi Qili, and cried, "My son, why are you like this? Everyone in the family kept it from me, saying that you were working in the palace, but , but why didn’t I hear it like this? My son, what’s wrong with you? Why are there so many people at home?”

When Yi Qili heard someone coming from home, he immediately grabbed the old man's arm and asked, "Who is it?"

The old man gestured tremblingly, "I think they are wearing black clothes. I don't know them, and they don't speak, just look at me like that? Woohoo, son, have you offended someone?"

Yi Qili looked ugly, and gritted his teeth, "I suffer all by myself, and they dare to threaten you, mother, don't worry, I won't let them succeed."

The old man shook his head and cried: "Son, don't worry about me. Look at you, there are so many wounds on your body. I saw it, woo woo."

The old man was speechless and just kept crying.

Yi Qili couldn't bear to hear the crying, so he could only comfort him: "Mother, I don't hurt, I really don't hurt, mother, I want to be filial to you in my life, you have brought me up since I was a child, and there is nothing to eat in winter , you and the beggar rob food just to keep me alive, mother, don’t worry, I will find someone to rescue me, I won’t die easily.”

The old man whimpered, "Who are you looking for? Those people ignore you."

Yi Qili stared straight at the old man.

(End of this chapter)