Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

The dusk was like a thick lead plate, weighing heavily on this government residence soaked in power and conspiracy.

The corridors of the old Beizhenfusi Prison are filled with the smell of decay.

The oil lamp on the wall emitted a faint and flickering light.

Zhao Wu's shadow was distorted and cast on the ground, looking like an absurd silhouette painting.

Lu Feng was about to continue asking questions when a thin jailer ran in in a panic.

I saw him staggering and almost falling down.

The jailer looked terrified and his eyes were wandering.

He first glanced at Lu Feng and Zhao Wu vigilantly, then trotted to Mao Xiang.

He trembled slightly and whispered in Maoxiong's ear.

The jailer's lips opened and closed rapidly, his voice was very low, and he gestured with his hands from time to time.

Mao Xiang's expression gradually became gloomy as the other party spoke, and his originally calm brows were tightly twisted into the shape of a "川" character.

After listening to the jailer's report, Mao Xiang suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Feng.

There was a flash of anxiety in his eyes, and he said hurriedly: "My lord, this is bad!
The cell holding the other suspects in the Shanxi Military Horse Case suddenly caught fire. The fire was huge and now the scene is in chaos!"

Lu Feng's face darkened slightly, and he immediately turned to Zhao Wu and said, "Go back first, and report to me immediately if you remember anything else about this matter.

If you dare to conceal it, I will not let you off easily!"

After saying that, he and Mao Xiang hurried towards the burning cell.

As the figures gradually moved away, the footsteps also dissipated at the end of the corridor.

Zhao Wu, an inconspicuous servant in Mao Xiang's mansion, was born in poverty. He had elderly parents and a young sister at home. The whole family relied on his meager wages to make ends meet.

In order to earn more rewards, Zhao Wu often helped the housekeeper in Mao's mansion to deliver things.

A few months ago, the butler handed him a tightly sealed box.

The other party looked serious and repeatedly reminded Zhao Wu to hand it over personally to a mysterious visiting guest.

He didn't think much about it at first, thinking it was just an ordinary job.

However, since then, strange things have happened one after another, and people have often been following him secretly.

The servants in the mansion who were familiar with Zhao Wu also became evasive in their eyes when they looked at him.

Later he learned that the letters in the box involved key evidence in the "Shanxi Military Horse Case."

Zhao Wu was drawn into this bottomless vortex of power without knowing it.

At this moment, Zhao Wu's heart was stretched to the limit and the string could break at any time. Finally, he relaxed a little and let out a long sigh from the depths of his chest.

But in this moment of relaxation, Zhao Wu's face changed like light and shadow, and a complex and indescribable look flashed across it.

It seems to hide thousands of thoughts and worries, just like the dark sky with rolling dark clouds before a storm.

Zhao Wuxian poked his head out of the prison gate of the Northern Pacification Office and looked around furtively.

The trees in the courtyard looked like monsters with bared fangs and claws in the night.

The moonlight was half-obscured by heavy clouds, and the light it shed was cold and desolate, and the stone road on the ground was also a little chilly.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Zhao Wu walked quickly towards his residence like a frightened bird.

He walked hurriedly, making a slight "tapping" sound on the blue brick floor.

In this atmosphere that was as silent as death, it was as if a heavy hammer was hitting his heart again and again.

As soon as I entered the small living room, the wooden door creaked, like a low hum in the middle of the night.

The house was filled with a stale, musty smell, and the corners were full of cobwebs.

Zhao Wu quickly closed the door with his back hand, and then leaned against it.

His ears were like sensitive radars, vigilantly capturing every movement outside the house.

Through the window paper, Zhao Wu could see the dry branches in the yard swaying in the breeze, like a prying ghost. After confirming that no one was following him, he squatted down hurriedly.

Zhao Wu reached under the bed and fumbled around for a while, then pulled out a tattered wooden box.

The corners of the wooden box were badly worn and the paint had peeled off, like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life and was in his twilight years.

He gently opened the lid of the box, and some small silver coins lay quietly in the box.

That was the "reward" for Zhao Wu's adventures during this period. It was flickering faintly in the dim light, and next to it was a secret letter.

This secret letter was written by a powerful official in the court to the owner of the mansion, and its content concerned an impending political purge.

If the information is leaked, he and his family will be in danger.

But if he didn't do something, Zhao Wu would feel guilty, and he didn't know how many innocent people would be implicated in the conspiracy behind it.

He reached out to take the secret letter, and as soon as his fingertips touched the paper, his whole hand began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

At this moment, Zhao Wu's eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

It was like two ferocious beasts on the battlefield, with red eyes, engaging in a fierce fight to the death.

To him, the secret letter was like a branding iron just pulled out of a raging fire.

Zhao Wu held the secret letter in his hand, but didn't know what to do.

He was torn between his conscience and his desires, as if he was tightly bound by countless tough and invisible vines, unable to break free.

At the same time, Lu Feng, who rushed to the so-called fire site, frowned slightly.

His nostrils slightly opened, and he could smell a faint smell of burning.

Then Lu Feng subconsciously looked around, and saw a rat in the corner of the cell suddenly flee in panic, knocking over the debris nearby.

Lu Feng muttered to himself, "Something is wrong. This smell is strange."

Mao Xiang, who was standing nearby, also noticed something was wrong.

The two looked at each other and saw confusion and vigilance in each other's eyes.

Before they could react, a sharp cry broke the silence: "Fire!"

In an instant, thick smoke rushed out from the depths of the cell like a swarm of angry black bees.

It rolled and collided violently in the air, as if it was going to turn the world into a pot of chaos.

Lu Feng's face suddenly changed, and although there was a flash of panic in his eyes, he quickly calmed down.

He shouted, "Quick, go and have a look!"

Mao Xiang had already started running towards the source of the fire. The two of them rode their horses at high speed and arrived at the burning cell in a flash.

The flames before his eyes were like countless nimble and deadly red snakes, weaving and twisting freely in the cell, greedily gnawing at the walls and fences.

Wherever it goes, it is accompanied by a layer of hot and dangerous aura.

A middle-aged prisoner with a haggard look held tightly to the cell bars with both hands.

His knuckles turned white from the force, his face was filled with fear and despair, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help! Is there anyone who can save me?"

The middle-aged prisoner opened his mouth wide and kept coughing due to the thick smoke.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and a desire to survive.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, mixed with smoke and dust.

Lu Feng rushed towards the cell while shouting orders.

"Quickly organize people to put out the fire and rescue the prisoners first!"

Mao Xiang followed closely behind and shouted, "Jailers, listen up and don't panic!
Some people fetch water, and some people guard the exit of the cell to prevent the prisoners from escaping!"

The fire became more and more fierce, and the heat wave rushed towards us, burning our skin. (End of this chapter)