Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

The prime minister walked in the front, and her people rudely escorted Song Tingran, Chen Xiangyuan and others out of the prefect's office.

The sedan in front of the magistrate's office was extremely gorgeous. The prime minister sat on it, followed by Song Tingran and his entourage.

It's coming soon, it's coming soon, Song Tingran encouraged herself in her heart.

A person carrying a cloth bag and dressed in common clothes was selecting medicinal materials in front of a pharmacy. She was not picking with her eyes, but mostly with her nose, and she was very involved.

Such a loud sound made her ears twitch, and she put down the medicinal materials and looked over.

Chen Xiangyuan's shoulder hurt from being pressed, and he kept looking to see if he knew anyone on the road.

"Give way, give way!" the prime minister's men shouted.

This is a market. Such a large sedan chair must walk on a wide road, and this is the only way back to the Prime Minister's Palace.

There are a lot of things in the market, most of which are antiques, jades, books, calligraphy and paintings, some real and some fake, which many literati and elegant guests like.

Song Tingran had met Jing Zhaoyin before, when he was in charge of Xiangcheng.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw it. Sure enough, Jing Zhaoyin came in disguise as the prefect had expected at today's market to have good things from foreign lands.

"Lord Jing Zhaoyin! Help!"

"Help, Lord Jing Zhaoyin, I came to Shengjing City to sue the prime minister!"

Song heard Ran Hao yell twice and his mouth was immediately covered. This was enough.

Jing Zhaoyin came over immediately. At this moment, the prime minister also recognized him and cursed bad luck in his heart.

The prime minister's official position is higher than that of Jing Zhaoyin, and he is more trusted by the empress.

However, Jing Zhaoyin specifically inquired about the officials who had made mistakes, so everyone was very polite to her.

"Master Jing Zhaoyin, I didn't expect to see you here." The prime minister said hello first with a smile on his face.

"You're welcome, Prime Minister. I came here to take a stroll because the weather was nice. I didn't expect that we would bump into each other right now."

"Yes, the weather is nice, I will go out for a walk."

Jing Zhaoyin also smiled. Neither of them were what they seemed on the surface. She looked at Song Tingran and asked the prime minister: "Is this?"

"Oh, it's a small matter that disturbed the adults." After the prime minister said that, he quickly asked her people to take the people away first, so as not to disturb the order by making noises.

"Wait a minute, this person knows me, and he said things like help me, which involves my official duties. Please forgive me, Prime Minister."

The prime minister couldn't refuse this, and she couldn't refuse either.

Jing Zhaoyin walked up to Song Tingran. She had a good memory and immediately remembered that they had met before.

"You said you had a grievance, let's hear it." Jing Zhaoyin asked.

Song Tingran immediately blurted out the prime minister's guilt and told Jing Zhaoyin that the prefect of Shengjing City had already interrogated him and had the entire process and confession.

Chen Xiangyuan also shook off the people guarding him and squeezed to Jing Zhaoyin's side.

"grown ups."

Just these two words, Jing Zhaoyin couldn't look away, "Are you still alive?"

The prime minister came over quickly when he saw this. Since Jing Zhaoyin also found out about this, he might as well be a favor.

"Lord Jing Zhaoyin, this is the reason why I want to take them away. Since we have encountered them, why not make it easier and I will mention you in front of the empress when the time comes."

Jing Zhaoyin mused that based on her years of experience in dealing with problematic officials, the water here is very deep and this matter is not that simple at all.

"Prime Minister, if Chen Xiangyin comes back from the dead, it is a good thing. We should celebrate it. Why are we escorting her in the street like this?" Jing Zhaoyin asked. She admired Chen Xiangyin very much because she had contributed so much to the court.

The prime minister's expression was ugly. He came closer and said softly: "I didn't meet him in Shengjing City. My people met me accidentally in Ping'an Town and died for no reason. If Chen Xiangyin comes back to life, he should come to the empress as soon as possible." The report is, how did you go there, I suspect she is a collaborator. "

"This is not nonsense. Prime Minister, please speak carefully." Jing Zhaoyin's mood has not yet completely calmed down.

The prime minister also dealt with it carefully, she had to take the two people away.

Song Tingran: "Master Jingzhao Yin, I came to Shengjing City to sue the prime minister. This is your responsibility. I have evidence."

Chen Xiangyuan: "Sir, the reasons are complicated. Please make the decision."

Jing Zhaoyin had an idea in his mind and said to the prime minister: "Master Prime Minister, leave this person to me, and I will ask the prefect to cooperate with the investigation. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a clean slate."

"Of course I believe it, but I handed over this matter from the prefect. I'm afraid it's not good to move it around like this."

"There's nothing wrong with it. The Prime Minister is worrying too much. As long as it has anything to do with officials, I will be responsible for it."

Jing Zhaoyin worked neatly and did not want to say much. Although he was wearing casual clothes when he went out today, he also brought someone with him, so he left directly with Song Tingran and his party.

The Jingzhao Yin Mansion is more majestic and solemn than the Magistrate's Mansion. The people inside are all wearing armor, which is indeed extraordinary.

"Take Song Tingran and his entourage to prison first, and they will be tried again tomorrow."

"Yes!"

Song Tingran was very anxious. She didn't expect that Jing Zhaoyin had the same routine as the prefect, and she was really in a hurry.

"My lord, my lord." Song Tingran shouted.

Jing Zhaoyin signaled to stop and asked someone to bring Song Tingran over.

"What's the matter?"

"Sir, why are you sending us to prison?"

Jing Zhaoyin looked at Song Tingran calmly. Everyone around her was also trusted by her.

"Only when you go to prison can you protect the people. My prison is different."

Song Tingran was stunned for a moment, as if he had been hit by something.

Jing Zhaoyin said to himself again: "I have to go to the magistrate's office and have a good rest. If everything goes well, the class will be opened in the next two days."

"Thank you, sir. I was rude just now."

"It's okay, let's go down."

When Song Tingran walked into Jing Zhaoyin's prison, it was indeed different. It was even more heavily guarded, and the people working here didn't say a word of nonsense, or even a superfluous word.

Where she was, everything around her was empty, and it seemed that they were deliberately separated.

Song Tingran lay down on the simple wooden bed in the cell. It was not on the ground, but it was insulated from the cold.

At noon, a jailer brought lunch, a bowl of whole-grain rice and a plate of green vegetables. It didn't have much oil or water, but it was a solid meal and could fill you up.

"Master Jailer, please stay." Song Tingran took the food and the door was locked.

The jailer turned around, "What's wrong?"

"I want to ask my friend..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the jailer, "Stop prying around and mind yourself."

The jailer left and the place fell into silence. Song Tingran desperately looked around from here, but there was no sign of Chen Xiangyuan.

After eating, my stomach feels at ease. I just put the bowls and chopsticks here, and I guess someone will come to collect them.