1122Braised pork ribs(1)

Mu Qing raised his foot and kicked the money shopkeeper away and said: "You also look up to your master too much, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, it is impossible to hurt the prince a single hair!" ”

Lan Tiantian was a little worried at this time, in her opinion, Jing Ye had not come back at this time, she was afraid that there would be some things, her eyes were a little anxious, and she turned her head to the Criminal Department Shangshu and said, "Take good care of him!" If there is really anything to do with the prince, I will make braised pork ribs for your whole family tomorrow! ”

Her words can be said to be full of anger, and everyone present was shocked when they heard it.

Lan Tiantian had already turned his head and said to Mu Qing: "You will take a group of secret guards to save the prince now, and then send some people to rescue the flower lord in the tunnel that the money shopkeeper just said." ”

"I'll send the princess home first." Mu Qing looked at Lan Tian and said, "I have been by the prince's side for many years, what kind of danger has the prince not broken through all these years, and how can he be afraid of such a small trap?" ”

Lan Tian pondered slightly, and Ziyi also said beside him: "Princess, I see that none of the people surnamed Qian are true, but I am afraid that the matter of the prince in distress is also made up by him, but he wants to mess with the princess's proportions." ”

Lan Tian immediately sobered up a little after hearing Ziyi's words, in her heart, Jing Ye has always been the most important existence, she can't allow him to make any mistakes, she was extremely calm about everything before, and she panicked when she encountered Jing Ye's matter.

It's just that at this time, she knows that she definitely can't have a trace of panic, this matter is as Ziyi said, it is difficult to guarantee that it is not the money shopkeeper who is talking nonsense.

She immediately turned her head and glanced at the money shopkeeper and said, "If you are still lying about this time, then you can really eat your son's braised pork ribs tomorrow." ”

After she finished speaking, she no longer looked at the money shopkeeper, but turned her head and Mu Qing said, "I'm a little tired, send me home." ”

Mu Qing immediately responded, and then glared at the money shopkeeper viciously, the blade in his hand turned, but said with a smile: "If the prince has something, I will personally make your son's braised pork ribs for you." ”

The money shopkeeper was already a little frightened at this time, and all the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat.

Shangshu of the Criminal Department no longer had the slightest intention of ignoring Lan at this time, and immediately gave her a big gift to see her off.

At first, he thought that Lan Tiantian was just an embroidered pillow, and he was just going through the motions today, but when he saw her reviewing the money shopkeeper, she seemed to be careless, but in fact, she was taking it step by step, calculating everything very properly, and destroying the psychological defense line of the money shopkeeper layer by layer.

A scheming prisoner like the money shopkeeper, even if he is asked to be tried, he has no score in his heart, this person acts the same as the real one, even if he is he, he can't tell which sentence is true and which is false.

He took another look at the results of Mu Qing's trial, and couldn't help but sigh at the moment, these things are really true and false, false and true.

His eyes couldn't help but deepen, he was still a little curious about what Mu Qing had done, and after ordering someone to put the money shopkeeper in the prison of the Criminal Department, he went directly to the torture room.

When he went to the torture chamber, he saw that most of the assassins he had caught last night were now lying on the ground with a pained expression on their faces, as if they were only seeking death.

Shangshu of the Criminal Department hurriedly asked the official guarding the door: "What happened here?" ”