The next day, there was another joke in the capital that made people eat after dinner. The third young master of the Wen family, Wen Moqi, known as the unparalleled national player in "piano, chess, calligraphy and painting", was actually out of clothes and tied up and threw it at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Passers-by laughed at him and lost all his face.

Early in the morning, the housekeeper ordered his servants to open the door and discovered such a scene. Unfortunately, it was too late. Passers-by were all surrounded by the door, three layers inside and three layers inside and three layers outside, forming a circle, blocking it. Then, one spread and ten stories were spreading and making a lot of trouble all over the city. This time, Wen Moqi really wanted to ruin his reputation!

Wen Zhen was furious. His third son was unruly since childhood and traveled around and he indulged him and went with him. Anyway, he would not have any major problems with his family business, but now, he has not come back for so many days, and when he comes back, he has brought such a huge "surprise". His old bones are almost gone.

The housekeeper immediately ordered someone to loosen Wen Moqi, then carried him back to the room and hired a doctor. The man was still unconscious. They didn't know what happened. The third lady cried and clamored to seek justice for her son. Wen Zhen was already upset about reputation. Now his wife was crying like this again, and the anger he endured also broke out.

"Crying and crying, you know how to cry. If you raise a good son, if you don't learn from his elder brother, you will be thrown away by me all day long with some people!" The problem that Wen Zhen thought of at this time was not the safety of his son, but how would other ministers look at him in the morning court tomorrow?

For Wen Zhen, face will always surpass everything!

"Master, Mo Qi is your biological son. Huaer has been weak and sick since childhood. He is my only support, so you can't sit idly by!" Mrs. Wen San, Lin, still refused to accept it. Although she is low-key on weekdays, she is her own child after all. How could he be wronged for nothing?

The doctor had already spoken. The third young master was knocked on the head by a hard object, causing him to fall into a coma, and there were many small wounds on his body. It was obvious that he had to suffer a lot of torture. The more Wen Lin thought about it, the more scared he became. What if the murderer really killed Mo Qi? She couldn't survive even if her son was gone!

"What do you want me to do? No matter what, you have to wait until he wakes up before talking, otherwise we don't even know what happened to him, and there is no way to investigate the murderer!" Wen Zhen finally softened his tone. The main reason was that he felt that he had to comfort her first. He was so annoyed that he didn't want to hear the crying sounds anymore.

"Then I can only ask the master to make the decision!" Wen Lin was also a person who knew the general, immediately bowed his body and then walked out.

This is strange. Yesterday, although the servant reported that the eldest and third young masters were returning home together, Wen Moshu was alone. Even Wen Lin did not see Wen Moqi. They thought that the servant had made a mistake and didn't care too much. Anyway, it was impossible for him to come back for a month or two every time he went out for a month or two, so it was normal, so he didn't ask in detail. This morning, he found that the third young master Wen was tied up and left at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The most conspicuous position in Kyoto was clearly intended to make the Prime Minister's Mansion lose all his face. Wen Zhen secretly swears in his heart that when he catches the murderer, he must pay his blood debt!

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Chapter completed!