The system is forcing me to heal the cannon fodder male supporting role again

"Fire?!" Sun Jia turned around abruptly, lifted his collar, and said in surprise, "Really?! Where are the prisoners inside? Did Wen Jingyu burn to death?"

The boy was tongue-tied, as if he hadn't expected that his first sentence would be to ask about this matter: "Wei, never... This fire is strange, the prisoners inside are all fine..." Sun Jia was furious, and threw him Flick to the ground.

"Bastard, why isn't he dead yet!" He spun around twice, and suddenly flicked his sleeves, "You, go now, kill him for me, and if you ask him, he will say that he was burned to death, go!"

The little fellow grimaced: "Young Master, it's not that I don't want to, you know how many times I've been there, but the prison boss has never allowed me, only saying that Mu Xiang said I won't kill him for the time being, and I'll go later, he You don't even want to see me anymore, even if you have two heads, it's not enough to chop off your disobedience to Prime Minister Mu at this moment..."

Sun Jia was so furious that he lifted his foot and kicked: "What does he know, Mu Heng! Does he know how much I have been tortured by this guy!"

The little servant was kicked twice, got up with a grunt, and said with a flattering smile: "Young master, don't be angry, young master, look at this Mu Xiang, who has passed the age and has never been married, and he doesn't even have a room, maybe he is inhumane." --Ouch!"

Sun Jia was furious, stepped forward and kicked him wildly: "Inhumane, Niang Xipi, I will make you inhumane right now!" The boy kicked until the boy hugged his head, yelling non-stop.

After a while, Sun Jia panted heavily, and ordered someone to drag the young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with an extremely irritable expression.

There was a silent young man at the side, looking for the opportunity, stepped forward two steps: "Master, the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice has been burned, and the prisoners must be moved to other places. , still worry about not having a chance?" He said meaningfully.

Sun Jia paused, thought for a moment, and nodded repeatedly: "That makes sense!" He ordered the messenger to let go of the messenger boy for a while, and asked, "What is the prisoner's whereabouts?"

The messenger boy took a breath and reported in detail: "Master, when such a big event happened, the criminal department originally wanted to wait for the master to preside over it, but after the eldest master left, the master was so sick that he couldn't get out of bed. The younger one came Earlier, it was said that the forbidden army from Dali Temple came to take over..."

"Dali Temple?" Sun Jia frowned, as if he couldn't think of it for a while.

The servant just now explained in a timely manner: "The current minister of Dali Temple is named Fang Youya, he is the nephew of the former empress, his mother's family was already weak, and the only descendants of the Fang family who are still in the capital are his lineage. This person is soft-boned, he never cares about things, his subordinates must be very easy to bribe, the young master can give it a try, if it doesn't work, there is no loss."

Sun Jia showed a look of surprise: "That said, I have some impressions, Fang Youya...isn't he the child prodigy in the Taixue back then?" He snorted, "When I was studying in the Taixue, I often beat me because of him. Dad's beating, but now it's mixed up like this, really makes people laugh, what kind of child prodigy, isn't he still a dandy who depends on his family background to eat and die?"

The young servant with a bruised nose and a swollen face immediately seized the opportunity to flatter him: "Of course it can't compare to the young master who is extravagant, spends money like water, and recklessly wastes everything!"

The veins on Sun Jia's forehead twitched violently, and when he went up, he kicked violently again: "I'll let you drink and drink, spend money like water, let you waste money, if you can't speak, shut up!"

The little servant was dying and collapsed on the ground. Sun Jia finally stopped.He angrily called the young man who made the proposal: "You, it's up to you, go to Dali Temple. I will leave this matter to you, and I must do it for the young master!"

The young servant bowed to answer, and Sun Jia gritted his teeth: "Damn it, it makes people angry every day. Come and change clothes. My young master is going to Xiefangyuan! Go tell the madam and tell them to do the best work." Girl come out!"

Sun Jia hurled out with the people, and the dying boy got up.

"Xin Er, you said that this Wen Jingyu is going to die sooner or later, why does the young master have to kill him himself?" the boy said with a sad face.

The young man who made the plan chuckled: "You came late, of course you don't know, and no one has told you? I'll tell you this, and you must remember not to mention it in front of the young master in the future."

"At the end of the new year, one day the young master woke up very early in the morning, and deliberately rushed to the front of the second room to pay the old master..."

"What, dead?"

Lu Ji widened his eyes.

Shen Zhiwei and Zhu Zhipan stood beside him, looking at Lin Bo together.Lin Bo lay beside the yellow wooden coffin, crying and wiping away his tears.

Since the prison of the Ministry of Justice was set on fire, the three of them waited in the capital for another day.The arson was done very cleanly, and the Ministry of Criminal Justice really couldn't find out, so it can only be said to the outside world that the sky is dry and the things are dry, and the water was accidentally leaked.Wen Jingyu and a group of prisoners were all sent to the cell of Dali Temple.Although the guards of the imperial guards are very strict, as long as Wen Jingyu stays in prison for one day, those who want to do it will naturally have another day of chance. This is not a perfect strategy.Therefore, the three of them did not dare to delay at all, sneaked out of the capital the next day, and rushed to Shangquan Village.

Unexpectedly, they rushed too fast, but they were still one step too late.The Lizheng nephew who had delivered something to Lin Bo not long ago was actually dead.

The young woman was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, her eyes were red and swollen like peaches, and she kept wiping her tears beside Lin Bo.Standing beside her was a boy in his teens, with a white cloth wrapped around his forehead, looking at the three of Lu Ji with his black eyes open.

The young woman said: "I'm afraid you will be sad, I thought I would send someone to the capital to report the letter in a few days, but I didn't expect you to come today..."

Lin Bo patted the coffin board: "Why are you hiding it from me?! I have lived most of my life without any children, and I just got such a nephew. If he doesn't come to see me, I will know sooner or later. You still stop me. You won't even let me see you for the last time?"

The woman bowed her head and wept, silently.

Zhu Zhipan asked at the right time: "Madam, let me take the liberty to ask when your husband died?"

The young woman wiped the corners of her eyes: "It was just the day before yesterday. He was still asleep when I got up and cooked in the morning. I used to wake him up after the morning meal. Who would have thought that when I went back yesterday, I would call him several times?" I didn't wake up until I realized that he had..." He choked up again.

Zhu Zhipan said: "Did your husband have any old diseases before?"

Before the young woman could answer, Lin Bo had already shouted, "Da Lang is in very good health, how could he have an old disease!"

Zhu Zhipan said "Oh" and looked at her: "There is no old disease, why did you die suddenly? Madam, do you know the reason?"

The woman lowered her eyes and said slowly: "Da Lang's body is indeed very good all the time, but for some reason, he suddenly contracted a sudden illness. The doctor who invited him said that it was a sudden illness, and the medicine and stones were ineffective. The strangeness of this illness is also called I don’t have a name... Dalang, you went so suddenly, what do you want our mother and son to do? You are so cruel!" As he said, he suddenly hugged the boy, hugged him, and began to cry.

The boy turned his face in her arms and looked at them with wide eyes.There was no warmth in the pair of pitch-black pupils, and against the ghastly whiteness of the mourning hall, it seemed a bit eerie.In a daze, Lu Ji's back felt a chill.

Zhu Zhipan said coldly: "Madam must not know who is standing next to me. His Royal Highness, Madam, have you ever heard of it?"

Hearing this, Lu Ji couldn't help coughing twice, feeling ashamed that Zhu Zhipan said his name in this way.

The young woman panicked visibly, and was about to kneel with the boy.Lu Ji helped her up, she held her handkerchief tightly and said, "I don't know if it's the lord, but please forgive me... I know the lord. A few days ago, Da Lang went to the palace to visit his uncle. I know about this... ..."

Zhu Zhipan interrupted her: "Since you know, you should know what will happen to you if you lie in front of the prince."

With a plop, the woman knelt down on the ground and kowtowed: "My lord knows the lesson, the girl did not lie, and what the girl said is true!"