I run a newspaper in ancient times

"When you get out of prison, you will take this medicine, and maybe you will have a chance to start over."

On the night of his death many years ago, Master's words echoed in my ears again.

Fan Zhiyuan looked at the familiar pill handed to him, and couldn't help feeling dazed.

"Dali Temple has not handled any major cases for many years. Its manpower is limited and its skills are not good. It is fine to guard a prisoner, but it is not good if someone assassinates. Tonight you will go to Dali Temple to sit in the town and scare Xiaoxiao."

Li Li didn't seem to notice Fan Zhiyuan's loss of focus at that moment, and said to himself.

Fan Zhiyuan frowned, as if he was still immersed in his thousands of thoughts, and finally Li Li had to ask: "Do you understand?"

Fan Zhiyuan handed the medicine in his hand back to Li Li, and asked, "Then what is this?"

Li Li pouted angrily at the pill in Fan Zhiyuan's palm pointingly: "The feigned death medicine has been improved, it is much more stable than the one you took back then, and it tastes better, do you want to try it?"

Can this stuff be eaten casually?

Fan Zhiyuan ignored the nonsense, and only asked: "Who is it for?"

Li Li curled her lips: "Brother General is superb in martial arts. With you here, no matter who you assassinate, you will definitely not be able to. However, if the Liang family and his son are still alive, Xiong Shangshu will not be able to stay out of this deal. The Inspectorate wants to let him fall. The minor charges of laxity and being deceived by others must be..."

Fan Zhiyuan interjected: "Should Liang's father and son be shut up forever and poisoned?"

"That's one of them. More importantly, there must be a scapegoat." Li Li smiled.

Fan Zhiyuan frowned, and said in a low voice: "The exchange of death row prisoners is a fact. The Ministry of Criminal Justice must give an explanation to the world. If you want to protect Xiongling, the scapegoat's position cannot be low, at least it must be a servant."

The smile in Li Li's eyes deepened: "That's right."

"So this medicine was given to the Shi Lang's mansion, his wife and children?" Fan Zhiyuan asked.

"Yes, no matter what kind of high position you are in, threatening your relatives will always be effective. Now the Minister's mansion is guarded in place, and he will be punished according to the crime after the interrogation tomorrow. His life will not be kept, but if his wife and children can Under the protection of Prime Minister Zuo, he is willing to live in vain, even if he is a scapegoat. If the Liang family father and son die in prison, this case will be closed in a hurry. I guess, Prime Minister Zuo has already sent someone to contact him. "

Li Li's eyes were gloomy when he said this, and the fatigue after staying up all night made him lose his former liveliness and look gloomy.

"Zuo Xiang can threaten family affection, so naturally we can too. Let the Minister of Criminal Affairs see with his own eyes what it means for a real golden cicada to escape from its shell and come back from the dead. It doesn't matter whether the Liang family and his son are alive or not. My goal is him."

Fan Zhiyuan silently put away the pills, then packed up and prepared to go to Dali Temple, wondering why senior brother even told Li Li about such things.

Li Ligan waited with his eyes wide open. He specially entrusted this matter to this person, just waiting for Fan Zhiyuan to ask, how do you know?Or where did the medicine come from?

However, when the person packed up and took the person to go out, he didn't seem curious, so he just went to do what he asked, wouldn't he be too obedient?

Li Li: "..." Oh my god, wood is not enough to describe this person!

And to see this person himself is to be blind!

Li Li still had a decent smile on his face, watching Fan Zhiyuan leave, but his heart was overwhelmed, and he wanted to hit the wall in depression, wishing to put all his resentment on that person's head.

As if God had heard his discontent, Fan Zhiyuan took back his steps when he was about to step out of the threshold, and turned his head to look at Li Li.

"What's the matter?" The latter's face was calm, with a little expectation in his heart.

Fan Zhiyuan's face was a little uncomfortable, and he said in a low voice: "I'm here tonight, so you can relax, just... have a rest earlier."

He glanced at Li Li's face, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed in his eyes. Thinking about this person who always pays attention to maintenance, but stayed up all night, seeing the black eyes, he couldn't help moving his fingers, but he raised his hands halfway. On the way, he finally restrained himself from stroking without Meng Lang, and finally rubbed his head instead: "Get up tomorrow morning, and I will definitely bring you good news."

The voice is more gentle, the expression is focused, and the eyes are deep. If you look closely, you can see a little bit of restrained emotion inside.

However, Li Li's eyes widened. He raised his hands to hold his face, and almost screamed like a lightning strike: "Do I have dark circles under my eyes?"

Fan Zhiyuan's almost revealing eyes immediately closed, coughed lightly, and said honestly: "A little bit, but it's not serious, and it won't affect your..." Ruhua is beautiful.

Li Li didn't have time to listen to the rest, he had already thrown himself in front of the mirror, looked carefully, and then lamented: "It's over, it's over, it's over, I'm ten years old, my skin condition is declining rapidly, and acne will develop soon Acne, look, the forehead is swollen! The eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, my God, how can this ghostly look be seen!"

Li Li rubbed his face as he spoke, with deep sadness in his eyes.He looked like the sky was falling, even hearing the interrogation of the second division did not make him so uncomfortable.

Fan Zhiyuan rubbed his nose. From his point of view, Li Li's face was still as smooth and delicate as a peeled egg, but his spirit was a little weak, and he could make up for it soon after a good night's sleep.

But he didn't dare to comfort him that much, because Li Li always said that he was rough, not particular, and that his life was not refined at all.

Although it is normal for him to not close his eyes for a few days and nights when he was marching and fighting, the noble little prince is always different. After being with him for a long time, Fan Zhiyuan also subconsciously noticed, saying: "A Li, are you Do you have that mask? Ask Nan to apply it for you, and sleep well, and you will be back to normal soon."

In Fan Zhiyuan's eyes, that thing is a magical thing. Huanyanfang is extremely expensive, but the female relatives still rush to buy it, not without reason.

However, Li Li suddenly turned her head and stared at him: "You want me to apply a mask?"

Fan Zhiyuan nodded: "I think you can use that thing very well."

Li Li's eyes suddenly changed: "Do you despise me?"

Fan Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little inexplicable: "Where does this start?"

Li Li waited for him with resentment, her pursed mouth could hang three or two meats: "You think I'm not good enough!"

"Nothing." Fan Zhiyuan immediately denied it.

"Then you asked me to put on a mask, because you want to see how beautiful I am?" Li Li asked.

In later generations, it is one thing for a girlfriend to take the initiative to take care of skin care, but it is another thing for her boyfriend to suggest skin care.

Fan Zhiyuan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say to explain, finally he thought for a long time, and said directly: "You look good in any way, as long as you don't tire yourself out."

This sounded like a human saying. Li Li rolled his eyes and suddenly regained his cleverness. He couldn't help but leaned over and asked with a smile: "Aren't you going to leave? Why do you suddenly care about me again?" , Do you feel distressed when you look at me haggard?"

Besides this, is there any other explanation?

But Fan Zhiyuan didn't recognize it, he just looked away uncomfortably and said, "I'm indeed leaving, you should be careful, and send someone to notify me if there is anything."

"Isn't it?" Li Li pursued and beat him fiercely, and continued to ask unwillingly, "I'll die if I admit it?"

Fan Zhiyuan quickened his pace, disregarding the call of the people behind him, and immediately disappeared.

Fan Zhiyuan led the imperial army all the way to Dali Temple. It was not early at this time, but Dali Temple was already busy.

Song Guogong is a rigid person who is serious and meticulous in his work. As Dali Temple Secretary, the officials under him naturally behave exactly like him.

However, the amazing thing is that in this retirement place where there is no hope of promotion, few of the young ministers of Dali Temple and the officials who have descended have left. Japan and Earth have been investigating old cases for several years.

You must know that Zuo is in power, following Song Guogong, no matter how outstanding these people are, no one will see their credit.

In fact, there is no such thing as the Ministry of Punishment, which is a dispensable department.

The one who greeted Fan Zhiyuan was Shaoqing of Dali Temple, surnamed Zuo, surnamed Huan, surnamed Zhaoran. Unlike Song Guogong, this Zuo Shaoqing was an old man with a kind smile.

"It is said that General Fan is young and heroic, and seeing him today is indeed a unicorn. The presence of the General will really make the Dali Temple flourish! With the General here, we are helpless The old man will feel more at ease."

"Lord Zuo, Fan is ordered by the emperor to help Dali Temple handle the case. You don't have to be polite." Fan Zhiyuan returned the salute with a serious face.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Lord Zuo waved his hands again and again, and looked at the imperial army behind Fan Zhiyuan, the more he looked, the happier he looked, "These young guys are really energetic, and they are worthy of being under the general's command. Come down to investigate the case, we old guys are motivated to see you."

These few months have passed, and the appearance of the Forbidden Army has long since taken on a new look, looking like an elite.

As for Dali Temple, which really cares for the elderly, any young man in a department with no hope of promotion is willing to come, and the Ministry of Punishment is obviously more promising.

Fan Zhiyuan asked his subordinate captain to lead the forbidden army to stand in line, while he followed Mr. Zuo into Dali Temple.

"I just brought back all the files from the Ministry of Criminal Justice today, and my lord is sorting them out. It has been a long time since Dali Temple has been this lively."

Fan Zhiyuan nodded, and the two walked inside while talking.

But walking to the intersection of the prison cell and the main room, Master Zuo suddenly said: "It's not early yet, I wonder if General Fan can have dinner? Speaking of which, the prisoners in this cell should have dinner."

Hearing this, Fan Zhiyuan's heart moved, he stopped, and looked at him thoughtfully, the latter smiled: "Your Excellency said, if General Fan has something important to do, the officer is willing to help, this cell in Dali Temple, The lower officials are the most familiar."

Fan Zhiyuan smiled: "Then there is trouble."