Crazy criticizes the regent for reading my mind and his character collapses

After he found that this was more comfortable, he scratched harder, and soon there were no good spots all over his body.

His back was out of reach, so he rubbed himself on the ground, twisted and ugly, but Li Qingmo, Lan Jue and the others had already left.

"Search Mo Benzhi's mansion and take people there in person." Li Qingmo ordered.

Lan Jue cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

Just when people all over the city were discussing the seizure of Mo Mansion, Nan Xi trotted all the way back to the palace.

"Master!"

"Ow!"

Cerebellum Ax heard Nan Xi's voice and ran over wagging its tail.

Nan Xi rubbed its head perfunctorily twice, and then ran to the study.

"Master!"

"I heard that you arrested Zhang Fuyin?"

This matter has spread throughout the military camp.

She went to the military camp first and then came back.

Li Qingmo put away the dagger and the half-carved hosta very calmly, and picked up the book on the table, as if he had been reading seriously.

"Why did Nan'er come back so early today?" Li Qingmo asked.

It was as if he was not the one who had been looking forward to the arrival of Youshi all day long.

Nan Xi walked around the table, came to Li Qingmo, and reminded him: "Master, you held the book upside down."

Li Qingmo: "..."

I just moved too fast and didn't pay attention.

But his expression remained unchanged, he put down the book calmly, took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Nan Xi's forehead.

"Is it because of Zhang Fuyin that you came back in such a hurry?"

Nan Xi still didn't understand the sourness in these words. He nodded, took Li Qingmo's hand and shook it gently: "Master, where did you keep Zhang Fuyin? Can you lend it to me?"

"Huh?" Li Qingmo was surprised.

Nan Xi whispered in his ear and told him the plan he had made with Wen Ying and Tang Qingqing.

"Master, do you think this is feasible?"

Li Qingmo looked into her expectant eyes, and naturally couldn't bear to refuse. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand being held, as if a feather was gently scratching his heart, making his heart itchy.

"Well, the plan is perfect, but it's just lacking a little bit."

Nan Xi thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out where the loophole was.

Li Qingmo: "If Zhang Fuyin was responsible for setting the fire, or was the instigator from behind, then he must not have known that Huzi was still alive. Compared to his wife, he would be more touched by his biological son."

Nan Xi nodded: "But we don't have a suitable child to play Hu Zi."

Li Qingmo rubbed her head and looked at the hosta in her hair, feeling filled with satisfaction.

"I'll figure it out."

"Well, thank you, Master." Nan Xi did not doubt Li Qingmo's ability at all.

At the time of Xu, the imperial censor reported to the emperor that the house of Mo Benzhi, the left minister of the Ministry of War, had been sealed up for no reason.

Li Beimu is still working hard to complete the tasks assigned by Li Qingmo. Time is tight, but at this time, someone is coming to cause trouble.

"You have embezzled supplies, deducted military pay, and the conditions are enough for him to behead Mo Benzhi ten times. You actually come here to speak for him, but are you his accomplice?"

Hearing this, the imperial censor was so frightened that he knelt down and kept complaining, which annoyed Li Beimu. He waved his hand and asked someone to drive him out, and then continued to read the memorial on the table.

At that time, Li Beimu, who had finally approved all the memorials, was taken to the Regent's Palace by Xia Rui.

At midnight, the wailing in the prison of the Prince Regent's Mansion finally subsided a little.

It wasn't that Zhang Fuyin no longer felt pain, but that his voice had become hoarse and his body was covered in blood and flesh, and he didn't even have the strength to scratch.

He just lay on the ground without breathing, letting the squeaking mice crawl back and forth on him.

Just die like this.

It's better to be dead than to be half-dead like this.

A gust of wind blew out the candles in the cell.Zhang Fuyin's vision went dark, and he felt relieved that his life was finally coming to an end.

At this moment, many pictures flashed through his mind.

He had a muddled and ordinary first half of his life that could no longer be ordinary.

There is the shy face of the wife during the first wedding ceremony.

He has a mother who always tries to reason with him after he gets into trouble.

Whoosh!
A white shadow suddenly flashed past.

"Ok?"

Zhang Fuyin turned around and looked over.

Nothing was seen.

Is he wrong?
As soon as he turned his head back, he caught a glimpse of the white shadow returning from the corner of his eye.

Bai Ying slowly approached, and Zhang Fuyin finally saw clearly that there was a black outline next to Bai Ying, but because he was in the dark, he couldn't see it unless he looked carefully.

"Here, it's him." Bai Ying said, his voice sounded far and near, very unreal.

The black figure stepped forward, and clearly did not touch Zhang Fuyin's hand, but Zhang Fuyin's body stood up passively, following this black and white figure completely out of his control.

What was even weirder was that even the bone-gnawing pain in his body seemed to disappear in an instant.

"Who are you?" Zhang Fuyin asked in a trembling voice.

Bai Ying: "Bai Wuchang."

Black Shadow: "Hei Impermanence."

Black and white impermanence?

"I'm dead?" Zhang Fuyin couldn't believe it.

But in the blink of an eye, he was thrown into the hellish black hole ahead.

When he opened his eyes again, it was the Hall of Yama.

The laughter of various ghosts all around was heart-stopping.

Snapped!
'The King of Hell' actually also had a gavel, which rang loudly, startling Zhang Fuyin.

"Who is kneeling?"

Zhang Fuyin's voice couldn't help but tremble: "Zhang Fuyin."

The 'judge' on the side looked at the book of life and death: "No, your name is Zhang Xiangdong, why do you say you are Zhang Fuyin?"

Snapped!
'The King of Hell' sounded the alarm again.

"How dare you deceive me and tell me who you really are!"

Zhang Fuyin did not dare to tell lies this time, and quickly changed his words: "Back to Lord Hell, I am Zhang Xiangdong."

'The King of Hell' took the book of life and death from the judge's hand, as if he could see his life through the three words 'Zhang Xiangdong'.

"You made your mother angry to death, burned your wife and children to death, withheld supplies, and chose your wife to marry another...Zhang Xiangdong, do you admit these crimes?"

Zhang Xiangdong also tried to quibble: "I...those were all accidents. I was forced to have no choice. The King of Hell knows clearly that it was Yang Huaihua who suddenly wanted to expose me regardless of my future. I had no choice but to do so."

Whoosh!
A figure with disheveled hair floated over, his legs were covered in blood, his face seemed to be burnt, and his facial features were so dark that he could not see clearly.

"Give my life back! Give my life back!"

Zhang Xiangdong was frightened and kept rubbing his body backwards, but suddenly he felt something gloomy behind him.

Turning around, I saw 'Grandma Zhang' with bleeding facial features floating over.

"Son, how can you deny me?"

Zhang Xiangdong took a deep breath, "Impossible! This can't be true! You must be lying to me! How can there be ghosts in this world? You must be lying to me!"

Just when he was trying to comfort himself and make excuses for his cowardice, suddenly a little boy fell from the sky, his body in the air, his face covered with burnt flesh, and he was wearing Huzi's clothes.

"Dad, they said you are my father, but why did you burn Huzi to death? Huzi hurts so much, daddy, please give Huzi a blowjob, please?"

Ah, I have a fever, I feel so uncomfortable...