[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The golden goblet was toppled over, the jade belt was slanted, and the broken hairpin was thrown in the corner.

The messy long hair was wrapped in the overlapping robes, and the traces of black and purple meandered from the open placket to the neck.

It was shocking when reflected on the pale skin.

The flushed cheeks were drenched in hot sweat, like a ghost fished out of the water, and the person curled up in a drowsy ball.

It seems that he has been caught in some nasty aphrodisiac, the corners of his eyes are thin and wet, and his eyes are watery.

A pair of slender white wrists seemed to be ground to powder by the iron chains because of the fierce struggle.

The third son of Rong regarded the prison of Dali Temple as a place for fireworks, holding his prey in his palm and playing with it inch by inch.

The voice was extremely low, "I was the one who bumped into my lord in the drunken red building back then."

The last straw fell.

The emotions of the people under Rong Ying finally collapsed.

He coughed violently, blood as thick as red wax spilled out of his lips, and he softened.

Rong Ying took the unconscious man into her arms, and the wide and complicated sleeves blocked Rong Sheng's sight.

When Rong Sheng looked at it, all that was left was a patch of old robe and a white wrist.

Rong Ying reached out and wiped off the fresh blood on Zhao Yan's lips with a silk handkerchief.

"What is big brother doing here?"

Rong Sheng knew that Rong Ying was always absurd, but he didn't know this absurdity.

There is a surge of anger in the chest memory, this anger does not know where it comes from, but it is eager to vent.

"Rong Ying? Is this the interrogation you're talking about? Where do you think I am at Dali Temple?"

Rong Ying placed the person in her arms on Qingta, and rolled up her sleeves.

Doing lowly things with a graceful and dignified appearance, there is no trace of embarrassment in his eyes when he is being questioned.

"Brother, do you remember my leg injury back then?"

Back then Rong Ying's leg injuries were multiple and it was clear that Rong's family hired famous doctors all over to survive.

"It was Zhao Yan who did it." When Rong Ying said this, she was still dignified.

"Brother, do you also think that Rong Ying is a dandy, and that there is no difference between the legs that can ride a horse and the legs that can walk?"

Rong Sheng frowned.

"At any rate, he was once the chief minister of the cabinet. Even if there was a grudge, why should he be humiliated like this! Killing people is nothing but nods, Rong Ying, what are you doing?"

Rong Ying then smiled, and he said word by word, "What am I doing? I am doing things that my brother can't do, judging people that my brother can't. If my brother wants to be a gentleman, I can only be a villain."

"Then what did you find out?" Rong Sheng sneered.

"If the eldest brother comes later, everything will be interrogated. You think I'm for yourself? It's what my father meant."

Both of them are extremely intelligent people, and Rong Sheng immediately understood why.

It's no wonder that Rong Ying, who never set foot in Dali Temple, suddenly meddled in Dali Temple's affairs, while Rong Sheng didn't think much about it at that time.

The case of the Zhao family is of great importance, it can be said to be the biggest case in Yongli years.

The high position in the Ministry of Criminal Justice has been vacant so far. If this case is tried by Rong Sheng, it will be logical for Rong Sheng to take over the high position in the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

The original words that Rong Shangshu said to Rong Ying were "Your brother and woman are benevolent, I am afraid that nothing will come out of the trial, you go and help him, and you must not drag the case to His Majesty for trial."

If the case was dragged to the emperor's trial, wouldn't it prove that Rong Sheng, the Minister of Dali Temple, was extremely incompetent, so why would he be a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Criminal Justice?

Rong Sheng knew his interests and interests in his heart, and after a long silence, he said to Rong Ying in a deep voice, "Go back, you are not allowed to step into Dali Temple again, and your duties in Dali Temple will also cease from today onwards."

Rong Ying stared at Rong Sheng with a pair of eyes, and the pupils became complicated.

Rong Sheng said coldly, "Go back and tell your father, if you don't want the eldest son of the Rong family to hand in the letter of resignation before His Majesty's case, you will die and reach out to the Ministry of Punishment."

Third Young Master Rong suddenly smiled, "Father probably didn't expect that his most important son would be the general."

Rong Sheng shook his head, "People do things and don't."

Rong Ying clapped her hands, "Brother is an upright and honest gentleman, I will tell my father the truth." The words were praise, but it was more like ridicule.

"You regard everyone as a pawn, do you still remember that you are also a person?"

Rong Ying's footsteps were slightly stagnant, as if she heard it, but also as if she didn't hear anything.

Rong Sheng's eyes blurred, and he saw a emerald white jade bottle falling into his hand, and heard Rong Ying's voice, "This thing can relieve the joy."

Looking up, Rong Ying had already stepped out of the prison cell.

His sleeves are decorated with pearls and jade, and the hem of his robe is embroidered with peonies. He looks like a real rich man.