The crown prince's favorite girl, she found another good match

Chapter 38: Confiscating the Censor’s Mansion

Li Baojia shook her head: "Nothing to wear, nothing to wear, just wear the red narrow-sleeved brocade skirt I made a few days ago."

She didn't want to wear either outfit.

It has nothing to do with the clothes, but everything to do with the person giving it.

There is nothing wrong with Zhou Jinan, but after all, he is a foreigner with no connection. Even though he was not sent with great fanfare, it is inevitable that interested people will know about it.

Therefore, although these two pieces of clothing are beautiful, they can only be put on the shelf.

She had a headache thinking about tomorrow's lantern festival.

Just think of it as a trip tomorrow... If you don't go out, you won't be able to avoid being nagged by your mother.

ah~
She lay down again and wrapped up the little quilt tightly. When can she completely jump out of the original ending and live her little life?

Lying on the bed with a bitter look on her face, Li Baojia made Xiao Tao laugh. Li Baojia pretended to be angry and said, "Okay, how dare you laugh at me? As a punishment, you can roast the leg of lamb for me now."

"Miss, you haven't recovered from the cold. I'm afraid it's not good to eat these greasy things at this time. I'd better go and make porridge for you."

Li Baojia thinks that being sick is not the most painful thing, but being sick and not being able to eat is the most painful.

She said confidently: "I feel much better now!"

"Mutton keeps the cold away. If you ask me to eat vegetables and porridge every day, how can I have the strength to get better quickly?"

After saying that, he looked pitiful: "I am almost too hungry to move now. If you still want me to drink porridge, then I would rather starve to death faster."

Xiao Tao was deeply impressed by these fallacies: "Then I will stew the mutton for you and bake it for you to eat next time?"

Li Baojia rolled up under the quilt and spread out into a pancake: "That's okay too."

-

It took about an hour after dinner.

In front of the gate of the Censor's Mansion, groups of people immediately surrounded the Censor's Mansion. It was already dark, but the place was brightly lit by the surrounding torches, and it looked like a fire from a distance.

Ning Deyi, the minister of Dali Temple, stood in the soaring firelight, looking at the Censor's Mansion in the Gaomen Courtyard with great emotion.

Who would have thought.

At present, he is a close minister of the emperor, and in the next second he will be imprisoned.

This world is impermanent.

He gave an order, and hundreds of guards rushed into the gate of the Censor's Mansion, squeezing away everyone in sight.

For a moment, people in the house were running around, and screams were heard one after another.

Not long after, someone pressed Wang Chuan and Wang Yushi, the owner of the house, over. Wang Yushi was in his 40s this year, looked a little fat, and his face was shiny.

He was wearing an inappropriate robe, and he didn't even wear it properly. He didn't wear a hair crown. His hair was disheveled and he looked quite embarrassed. He didn't know what he was doing before he was arrested.

Although he was embarrassed, his momentum was not lost at all: "Ning Deyi! You broke into my house for no reason, what on earth do you want to do!"

Ning Deyi pretended to hold his hands in front of him: "Master Wang, ah no, Wang Chuan, I didn't break into your house for no reason. I just carried out the imperial edict."

He gestured to the bright yellow imperial edict in his hand: "Take it away."

Wang Chuan didn't believe it, he kept struggling and said: "Impossible! The emperor can never treat me like this! Ning Deyi, you are falsely preaching the imperial decree! I want to read a copy of it in front of the holy majesty! Did you hear that!"

However, no matter how unbelievable he was, the only way waiting for him was to go to prison.

-

Li House.

Li Wangde stood up from his chair immediately after hearing the news: "Wang Chuan...is something really going on at the Censor's Mansion?"

He paced back and forth in the study. At first, he was holding on to a sense of luck, thinking that Li Baojia might have gotten it right by chance, and now he couldn't deceive himself anymore.

He thought for a moment and said, "Prepare paper and ink. I want to edit a book and give it to my second brother."

No matter whether what happened to the Li family would happen next, he had to be fully prepared.

Huang Ruer, who received the news on the other side, was also worried.

But unlike Li Wangde, she was more determined to let Li Baojia marry the prince.

If something happens to Li Mansion in the future...she will have someone to rely on.

She looked at the dark sky that was already full of stars: "The sky in the capital is going to change after all."

Perhaps, Wang Yushi is just the beginning.

How many dignitaries and dignitaries are sleepless tonight?

-

Wang Chuan, who was immediately thrown into prison, cried for his father and mother until his voice became hoarse.

After a while, a series of footsteps sounded, Wang Chuan was still silent with his head down, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of boots.

On it is a beautiful and auspicious pattern, which is thinly outlined with silver thread. Looking up, you can see a corner of the robe that is exquisitely embroidered.

His heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw the current Crown Prince, Zhao Yi, looking at him with a half-smile.

Wang Chuan was very aware of current affairs and stopped crying.

Others may not understand, but he has almost watched His Highness grow up. Even so, he is completely unable to understand what the young Crown Prince is thinking.

All he knew was that the prince was by no means as benevolent and kind-hearted as the outside world said.

Someone brought a soft chair from behind. Zhao Yi sat down slowly and said, "Wang Chuan, do you have anything else to say?"

Wang Chuan had a bitter face: "Your Highness, I really don't know what I have committed, so I want Your Highness to make such a big move. If Your Highness knows, please let me know. This, this minister can be a wise ghost."

Zhao Yi raised his hand, and a woman dressed as a brothel girl was dragged in. She plopped down on the ground and pointed at Wang Chuan: "That's him, he is our boss."

Wang Chuan's eyelids twitched: "What are you talking about? You, I don't know you at all. Where did you come from? I fuck you."

His words were filthy, but the woman on the ground was not a vegetarian either. She had been in brothels for many years and had never seen any kind of people or heard all kinds of words.

So she immediately countered: "You are the boss of our place. You told Mother Zhou before that there will be several boxes of goods coming in a few days, so you asked Mother Zhou to close the door for a few days."

He turned his head and kowtowed in the direction of Zhao Yi: "Your Excellency, you are aware that every small sentence is true. If there is even one sentence that is untrue, the sky will strike like lightning, Your Majesty."

Obviously she didn't know Zhao Yi's identity and thought he was some young adult from the government office.

Wang Chuan shouted: "Then do you have evidence? You produced the evidence and framed people with empty words!"

He obviously only told Zhou's mother about this in private, and no third person was present at the time. How did she know?
"Of course I have proof!"

The woman took out a voucher from her arms: "I stole this from Zhou's mother's room. It is the voucher for your money! It also has your fingerprints on it!"

Wang Chuan felt a big blockage in his chest and almost wanted to vomit blood.

He doesn't have any storage certificate at all. Zhou's mother is his subordinate, so does he need a certificate to store things in a brothel?
Why did this thing appear out of thin air?

This time he howled more sincerely: "Your Highness is aware of this, Your Highness, this thing is really not mine. I really don't know where this came from!"

Ning Deyi went up to get the voucher, then forced Wang Chuan's hand to press the ink pad and drew on the white paper.

He handed the comparison chart to Zhao Yi: "Your Highness, they are the same."

　Hey guys, starting from tomorrow it will be two days until NO.18.

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(End of this chapter)