Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

"Let it go," said Dong Jinlin.

"Let it go?" the deputy general exclaimed.

When he saw dongjinlin frowning and looking at him unhappily, he realized that he coughed quickly, pulled his voice back to the previous level, and said, "Lord, this is not a small matter. He assassinated you and attacked the marshal and several generals. If you don't torture, how can you let people go?"

This is totally illogical.

"What's the use of staying? You've locked them up all night, but you've found something useful?" asked Dong Jinlin.

"Er..." the deputy general was asked. He brought people back and shut them up all night, but the girls were very timid. He was scared one by one before he did anything.

Moreover, the Lord here also said that there was no punishment. What can he ask?

"No, isn't it? Since there isn't, let the man go." dongjinlin stopped his brush, put it on the pen, blew the wet ink on it, "after putting it, send someone to stare."

The deputy general reacted instantly and stood at attention excitedly, "yes!"

What the Lord means is to catch big fish in a long line!

The deputy general thought he was right about the Lord. He just thought things too simple. What a fool!

But

"Lord, if the marshal knows what to do?" the deputy general was embarrassed.

You know, not one or two people were affected in the warm wind Pavilion yesterday. They are all big people, waiting for an explanation of this matter.

As a result, they didn't do anything and just let the people go. It seems... It doesn't make sense.

Dongjinlin lowered his head and smiled, "I'm afraid they don't know."

"Ah?" the deputy general didn't understand.

Dongjinlin waved, "go and do what I say."

Seeing that dongjinlin really didn't look worried, the deputy general didn't say anything more, "Oh... Oh, my subordinates quit."

The deputy general went out in a muddle.

When the ink dried, Dong Jinlin folded the paper he had just written.

The shadow behind him flashed, "master."

The new wind appeared behind him, "I found it."

"HMM." dongjinlin slowly stuffed the folded one into the envelope, "you said."

"After investigation, the marshal has been secretly colluding with a group of merchants to resell military grain. Here are some accounts of previous transactions." Shuofeng took out several pieces of paper from his arms, and the handwriting on it was a little scrawly.

Obviously afraid of being noticed, he copied it in a hurry.

Dongjinlin took it over, glanced at it, couldn't help laughing, "there were three transactions last year. The imperial court only sent grain and grass twice a year. The marshal is really a big hand!"

Shuofeng was silent and waited for the master's next orders.

Even if he was asked to assassinate the marshal immediately, he would do it immediately as long as the master gave an order.

Dongjinlin looked through the copied accounts and compared the time. They were basically concentrated in February and March in spring and September in autumn.

First, the ice and snow melt. Just after a winter, grain and grass need to be replenished. Then, in the autumn harvest season, grain is collected all over the country, and part of it will be allocated by the Treasury to the border camp.

The latest batch of grain was delivered a few days ago. I went to pick it up in the days when the marshal was away.

Dongjinlin said firmly, "no wonder they have been anxious to let me lift the ban. It seems that the next trading time is these days."

If it was the original, lifting the ban was nothing for the marshal. The whole Pingyang city was under his control. As long as he gave an order, it would be lifted immediately.

But now it's different. Since dongjinlin took out the Kowloon order, the marshal can't solve the ban in Pingyang city.

If they want to open the gate, they will have to find themselves.

"What do you need your subordinates to do next?" Shuofeng asked.

Dongjinlin handed over the packed letter.

The new wind was slightly stunned and took it.

Listen to dongjinlin say, "send it back to Dijing, with the fastest speed."

Shuofeng originally thought that the next task would be related to reselling military grain, but suddenly it became sending letters.

The change came a little fast, which was really unexpected.

"Just like this?" Shuofeng seemed unwilling.

Dongjinlin looked up, his cool and deep black eyes glanced at him, "why, can't you do it?"

The new wind suddenly shook his head, "no, my subordinates must complete the task!"

He has just been selected to the master. Not long ago, he hopes to try his best to show his ability and let the master see himself.

But his eloquence seems too deft. If he is not careful, it is easy to be misunderstood as that he can't even do such a small thing well.

While secretly hating himself for his stupidity, Shuofeng quickly put the letter in his arms, bowed his hand to dongjinlin, turned and disappeared.

Dongjinlin rubbed his temples and drank a lot of wine last night. Although he was not drunk to the point of unconsciousness, the wine in Beidi was really strong.

After drinking, I slept all night. It was really hard to get up the next day.

He got up, left the study, walked steadily and with a slight imperceptible eagerness, and went straight to the backyard.

After coming to Pingyang City, he lived here.

The place is not too big, but the small yard behind the front office can live directly, which is very convenient.

When a servant saw him coming back, he immediately saluted him respectfully, "see the Lord!"

Dongjinlin nodded faintly, "has anyone come out of the room?"

The servant immediately shook his head, "go back to the Lord, never."

Dongjinlin frowned, "what time is it?"

The servant was stunned and replied, "already, already."

"At this time, I don't know how to get up and eat." dongjinlin taught me a lesson.

Servant, "..." this should not be talking to yourself?

Dongjinlin didn't say anything to the servant. He had reached the door, stretched out his hand, pushed the door and strode in.

The servant took back his sight and continued to sweep his ground seriously with a broom.

With the sound of opening the door, the sunshine outside suddenly poured in.

Luo Yunran, who was just dressed up, looked up and was facing the man who strode in at the door.

Dongjinlin paused at the door. The next moment, he took the door back and strode over.

Luo Yunran raised his hand to him, "Your Highness, good morning!"

"What's early? Do you know what time it is?" Dong Jinlin's first sentence after taking his seat was to teach her a lesson.

Luo Yunran angrily takes back the hand he held there, goes around to the opposite of dongjinlin, lies on the table and looks at him closely.

The distance was too close and exceeded the normal social distance. Dongjinlin didn't move like a mountain, but he was a little anxious in his heart. He glanced coldly, "what are you doing, sit back."

"Eh?" Luo Yunran sat back, folded his hands, propped up his chin, blinked, looked at him innocently, and asked, "Why are you so separated from others now? Didn't I have to wait on you last night?"