you're done

Dongchang handles the case, and the supervisor comes in person. Without going through the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple, he directly confiscates Luo Ting's only son and grandson from the home of Zhengsanpin Yushi, and walks away.

Censor Luoting fainted on the spot, and when he woke up, he said he was sick and closed the door to thank the guests. This news caused another uproar in the ruling and opposition parties.

When the news spread, Luo Zhiwei had already been forced to come to the East Factory.

Dongchang is located next to the Donghua Gate of the capital. As a privileged institution of the Jin State, it holds all important information from the government and the public.

In the past, Jinyiwei was a military institution subordinate to the emperor, but since Lou Jihui became the admiral of the East Factory, this army and the Beizhen Fusi have been included in the East Factory by him.

This also means that Lou Jihui can investigate and handle the case without going through the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and whoever wants to deal with it can be directly arrested and interrogated in Zhao Prison and judged by himself.

Of course, the Ministry of Punishment had objections at the beginning. Since Lou Hui had too much power, wouldn't the Ministry of Punishment and judicial institutions such as Dali Temple be useless?

"What happened next?" Luo Zhiwei asked.

The captain Shen Gao who accompanied him into the East Factory scratched his head and said with a smile, "Later, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice died."

"..." Well, as expected.

Shen Gao pointed to the small courtyard in front of him and said, "For the rest of the time, you should live here. After you cooperate with us to find out the details of Na Luomang, you can go home naturally."

Luo Zhiwei nodded, and asked casually, "What about my son?"

"Of course he's locked up in Dongchang's private prison," Shen Gao said as a matter of course, "He definitely can't live with you, and we have to prevent you from collating confessions."

Is it that straightforward?

Luo Shiwei wrapped himself in the white fur, and asked slowly in a hoarse voice, "He's a prisoner, and I'm a guest, right?"

"nature."

"Then remember to assign me a doctor, preferably an imperial physician."

Luo Shiwei walked in, glanced at the small courtyard that was so quiet that it was almost desolate, and added very familiarly: "Four more beautiful maids will take care of my daily life, and six handymen will clean up here."

Shen Gao laughed angrily at his domineering attitude.

He roughly grabbed Luo Shiwei's collar, the scar on his face became more ferocious and stern with a sneer, and a breath of blood came to his face, he patted the sick man's pale cheek, and warned : "Master Luo, this is Dongchang, not the brothel Chuguan you visit every day!"

After he finished speaking, he threw the person away.

Luo Shiwei was dizzy from being shaken by him, his body staggered back, and his back that had just been whipped directly hit the front door, his eyes suddenly went dark in pain, he hissed, and gritted his teeth secretly, it's fine , He wrote down this hatred.

"You can ignore it, but before you cooperate with Dongchang to handle the case, if I die of illness first, you remember to think about how to explain to Jiuqian."

The young man leaned against the door, his brows and eyes slightly drooping, and he looked sleepy. He coughed a few times, and then wiped the corners of his lips. A smear of blood flashed across the pale lips, and his breath became clearer and lighter, as if Just relying on this breath to hang my life.

Shen Gao's face darkened, and said: "Of course you can find a doctor, but what do you mean by looking for a beautiful maid?"

Luo Shi's voice was slightly hoarse, and his tone was slow, but he was extraordinarily righteous: "I don't work hard in my limbs and don't know the grain. If you don't find someone to serve me, you still want to starve me to death?"

Shen Gao cursed and said, "As expected, he is a pampered dude with a golden key in his mouth."

Luo Shiwei didn't care about this kind of contempt. Seeing that his attitude had eased, on the contrary, he immediately pushed forward, and he didn't forget to tell the other party: "Remember, the maid must be beautiful, it is related to my mental state."

"——Luo Shi Wei!"

"That's what he said!"

The head of the East Factory, Shen Gao, who was called a cannibal ghost by the outside world, looked as if he had been blown away by Luo Shiwei at this moment.

After placing the sick child, he rushed into the study aggressively, conveyed the original sentence unchanged to Lou Jihui, and finally said with a gloomy face and gritted teeth:

"Master, this prodigal son is really spoiled by his father. He dares to be so arrogant after entering the East Factory. I really don't know what to do. After this case is over, I will personally deal with him!"

Lou Jihui was flipping through the six memorials, holding a brush in his hand, he wrote two strokes on the memorials lightly, and threw them aside. The impeachment of the minister had not yet been delivered to the emperor, so he was ruthlessly dismissed.

He picked up the silk handkerchief and wiped his hands, squinted at his confidant, and asked, "Why do you have to wait until the case is settled? If you want to take care of a sick person, when will you endure it until now?"

Shen Gao said: "That's because he is a sick man. You didn't see his crooked appearance. I was afraid that he would die if he stepped down! Aren't you interested in this case? Dare to do it now."

Lou Jihui snorted when he heard the words, and said, "So, he is not purely ignorant, on the contrary, he is much smarter than you."

This sick man is completely sure that Shen Gao dare not kill him now, so he dares to make such bold demands, not to mention a person who dares to face the building and discuss with him, this is pure ignorance ?

No, this courage surpassed most high-ranking officials and ministers.

Shen Gao poked his head cautiously, and seeing that he was not unhappy, he said, "You are very interested in him..."

Lou turned back to raise his eyebrows, and asked casually, "What else did you find?"

With a bitter face, Shen Gao shook his head honestly: "There is nothing else."

Stupid.

The little prodigals are more likable than you.

But ah...

Lou looked back out of the window, recalling the young man's every move, his deep eyes contained a sharpness that penetrated people's hearts, his lips were smiling, and he said to himself: "But it's just too likable, that's why I changed it more." There seems to be a problem."

"Master?" Shen Gao didn't hear clearly, and called out in doubt.

After Lou got up, he picked up the saber on one side, walked out and ordered: "Let Fan Yi go to Luo Mang's hometown to find out whether there is such a child. As for Luo Shiwei... "

He paused slightly, chuckled, and said: "He will cooperate with him in everything he wants. This is a guest of Dongchang, how can he be neglected."

"Yes, Lord."

Luo Shiwei really didn't expect that because he acted too hard, he attracted the attention of the big boss and was forced to come out for business.

At this time, just as the imperial doctor invited by the palace left, he was lying on the bed, moaning.

【Brother, Lou is too suspicious when he comes back here. I want to raise Luo Mang under his nose, and also cultivate a Mingjun. 】

Luo Zhiwei asked: [What is the real history like? 】

【Yushi layout did not expect his son to be romantic, but he was a virgin. In the end, he accidentally beat his son to death, which aroused Lou Jihui's suspicion.

The Luo family was ransacked by Dongchang, and the thirteenth prince was forced to flee for more than ten years. His temperament became more and more distorted, so that after he ascended the throne and took power, he became a generation of tyrants because of his extreme personality, and the troubled times began. Come. 】

Luo Zhiwei: "..."

【So, the parents of the original body are just a pair of idiots...】

From them, led to the occurrence of this tragedy.

But now, not only did he want to rescue the little brat under the attention of the big boss, but the worst thing was that the brat's character had begun to reveal a little gloom.

Tsk, this is really hell difficulty.

What is more gratifying is that Lou Jihui doesn't seem to have any intention of getting rid of him immediately. Dongchang treats him with courtesy, and Luo Zhiwei's life here is quite comfortable.

So he stayed at home in peace.

On weekdays, recuperating from illness, teasing pretty young ladies, basking in the sun in the courtyard, day after day just passed by like this.

Like salted fish.

In the end, even Shen Gao couldn't stand it anymore, and took the initiative to come to the door to remind: "Your son is still in the private prison."

Luo Zhiwei basked in the sun without opening his eyes, and said, "So, is there anything Nine Thousand Years needs my cooperation? I will definitely do it."

Shen Gao laughed, leaned into his ear, and said coldly: "It's nothing, but some problems have been found out, and the governor is already on his way to the private prison."

Luo Shiwei's heart skipped a beat.

He silently tightened the fingers on one side, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the malevolent smile on the head.

"yes."

Luo Shiwei coughed, and said slowly, "Then let's go and have a look?"

Shen Gao put his arms around his arms, watched him walk down from the wicker chair with cold eyes, and said sarcasticly: "Then you have to run faster, otherwise, when you rush over, you will see the little boy's body."

Luo Shiwei murmured: "You are right, hurry up, you must hurry up."

Shen Gao immediately showed a smug smile, what the governor said was right, this person was really pretending before, and he was his own son after all, how could he not care at all.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Zhiwei hurriedly got into the carriage and shouted, "Hurry up, maybe you can provide some clues if you go now, invite a reward with Jiuqian, it's too late for such a good opportunity There will be no more!"

Da Tantou's smile froze.

Along the way, his mood was very delicate.

Shen Gao thinks he is not a good person, he is a ghost in the hands of the governor, he obeys orders and kills countless people, and even enjoys the thrill of killing, but he has never seen such a person as Luo Shiwei.

This person... isn't he a bit too doggy?

After getting off the car, Luo Shiwei couldn't wait to run to the dungeon of Dongchang.

Along the way, with Shen Gao at his side, it was completely unimpeded. In the dungeon recently, Luo Shiwei took a look at the strange eyes of the big man, and asked casually: "Does your lord know that when a man is alive, the three things he is most proud of are What?"

"Get promoted, get rich and kill your wife?"

"That's for other people!"

Luo Shiwei was eloquent: "Thanks to Nine Thousand Years, for allowing me to discover the door to the new world. For me, it should be promotion, wealth and death of my son!"

"Why, you sound like you can't wait."

The lazy voice carried a gloomy and dangerous aura in this dark and damp dungeon.

Luo Shiwei stopped in his tracks and raised his head suddenly, only to see that man was sitting on a pear wood chair with his legs crossed, his slender and snow-white fingers were wiping the blood-stained instrument of torture with a white cloth, looking at him with a smile. he.

He was wearing a purple robe, with black long hair hanging behind his back, simply tied into a bun with a jade hairpin casually, but in this dark prison cell, he carried an air of grace and dignity that could not be seen directly.

However, there was no sign of the little boy here.

Luo Shiwei's eyelids twitched, and he vaguely realized that he had been fooled.

The next moment, he heard Lou Ji chuckle back, saying: "Come here, Mr. Luo, since you are so impatient, why not... let you do it yourself, how about it?"

He looked at Luo Zhiwei with a smile, his slanted phoenix eyes were infinitely charming, and one glance would be mesmerizing, but no one dared to face this face, and this person had any charming thoughts.

Luo Shiwei only felt a chill all over his body, and his hair stood on end.