Become a prince's little ancestor

The death of Vice General Zhao dealt a heavy blow to Leng Jilin. He planned to finish his corruption case and return to Beijing.

"Come and bring me Su Jin." Leng Jilin expressionless.

"Yes."

Not long after, Su Jin was brought before Leng Jilin.

"Brother Xu, call me over in a hurry, what's the matter?"

Yanli behind him kicked Su Jin to the ground.

"What do you mean?" Su Jin became angry.

"Su Jin." Leng Jilin said coldly.

"Do you want to live?"

"You must be sick." Su Jin didn't know why, and was a little confused.

"Why, haven't you reacted yet?"

Su Jin was a little confused, but he didn't drink today, so he immediately realized it.

"You, you are the people of the Night Lord."

"A few words are right, I am the Night King."

"Don't, don't make trouble, Brother Xu, this joke is over."

"Pull the person down and kill him."

Yan Li pulled the man and was about to leave.

"Don't, don't, Night King have mercy." Now that he had come to his senses, he couldn't help feeling chills all over his body.

"Now tell me what you and your uncle have done. Of course, you don't have to tell me. I have evidence in my hand."

"I..." Su Jin hesitated.

"Ok?"

"Night King, my uncle embezzled the disaster relief funds and killed many officials who came to suppress the bandits."

"I know all of this, what about the evidence?" Leng Jilin knew that it was useless to rely on words.

"My uncle has a very bad habit, that is, he likes to look at the money. He puts all the money in the dark compartment of the study, and he looks at it once a day."

"My lord, what he said is true. According to my subordinates' recent investigations, the magistrate does go to the study for a long time every day." Yan Li returned.

"Then arrest people." Since Leng Jilin came, all the prefect's letters have been intercepted by him, and now he found the disaster relief funds, plus the testimony left by the escort agency before, the money was indeed sent by the prefect to the prime minister government.

Several people, carrying the night king's token, went to the magistrate's office to arrest people.

The magistrate listened to the music with his stomach straight, and saw someone broke in.

Yan Li flashed out the token: "Master Zhifu, please come, the Night King is here to invite you."

Leaving Yanyu to guard the study.

Su Zhifu is not afraid of the Night King at all, a person who even wants to kill the emperor, what is there to be afraid of, even if he enters the capital, the prime minister will not watch him be killed.

When they arrived at the place, Zhifu Su was taken aback when he saw that Ye Wang was the owner of the new restaurant that day, and then calmed down.

"I don't know why the Night King is looking for me." He knelt down unhurriedly while speaking.

"You don't know?"

"I don't know." The magistrate said stiffly.

"Since you don't know that the king came to tell you that you have disregarded human life, formed a party for personal gain, colluded with bandits, and embezzled disaster relief funds, do you remember now?"

"It's unreasonable for the Night King to slander the lower officials just by opening his mouth."

"Slander, look, look at the letter you wrote in your own hand, and you forced the Escort Bureau to force them to transport official money to Beijing and give it to the prime minister. Your nephew has already confessed the fact that you colluded with bandits." Leng Jilin handed over the letter One by one, the testimonies passed before his eyes.

"What, still don't remember?"

"Prefect Su refused to say a word, just shut up."

"My lord, a large amount of gold, silver and jewels were found in the magistrate's study."

"Even if you find the evidence, so what? Can you kill me?" Prefect Su shouted arrogantly, as long as he enters Beijing, he can come back after a short time.

"Pull it out, and at noon tomorrow, Su Jin will be beheaded together."

"You, if you dare to cut first and play later, the emperor will not let you go." The magistrate was startled.

"I don't need to let go."

"Don't, don't kill me, I can tell you who else is involved in this matter." He thought that as long as he dragged it to Beijing, he could survive.

"It's not necessary." Leng Jilin already had many letters in his hands conspiring with other officials.

"Drag down."