The origin of these things is not justified, and they are not the same in anyone's hands! What's more, the prefect has a wealthy and no loss is given to it.

He flipped around the shelf on the other side and Brother Jiang got a few pieces of letter paper.

"Hey!" Suddenly, there was a long sigh behind him. The young man couldn't sleep well and turned up.

If you don’t do bad things, you will naturally not be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. But Brother Jiang was so guilty that he was so nervous that he was so worried that he would take out the bag he carried with him and wrap it up casually.

He hesitated on the spot for a long time, and when he was sure that the young man had not woken up, he just turned over. Only then did he dare to move his steps again.

Brother Jiang, who had just taken half a step, suddenly felt his mind and touched the side of the young man who was sleeping properly in the dark.

I don’t know what was wrong, but Brother Jiang’s courage increased greatly and reached out toss and turns on the young man.

It’s not difficult to light your hands and feet. But why is this touch a bit strange?

My hands and feet first cooled, and then the chill broke into my heart and lungs.

The voice of the young man came from above his head: "How is it? Can you still see the night light clearly? Do you need to light a light for you?"

I regretted it, but the person was arrested. Brother Jiang was beaten to prison. The prefect insisted that he was a fine worker from Yihuang and sneaked into Changfu in the middle of the night to steal the imperial secrets.

Without anyone witnessing it, Brother Jiang naturally had no argument. Besides, he was guilty of sneaking into the prefect's mansion, so who would listen to his defense?

"Then why did you say before that you just stole the property of Lord Luo Ting and were taken into jail as a thief?" Ling Jue remembered everything Brother Jiang said before. At this time, it was not difficult to find that something was strange.

"If it was as simple as stealing some money, how could I get into this kind of illness?" It was so disgraceful that Brother Jiang couldn't even say it now.

"Who is that person? Where are those secret letters?" Ling Jue quickly found the center of the problem.

"After being taken into prison, I took the opportunity to hand over the secret letter to them when several yamen runners who had close relationships in the past delivered me food."

Ling Jue didn't believe it very much and couldn't help frowning: "Are they trustworthy? Did you just give them the secret letter?"

Brother Jiang just shrugged his shoulders, and the smile on his face was very stiff: "At that time, whether you believe it or not, I will ask Mr. Ling, can there be a better way?"

He was caught by the young man. In a panic, Brother Jiang knew that he could not take away the large gold, silver and jade artifacts. Only some small items, perhaps a little bit, could solve the urgent needs of the family.

He was locked in prison and while there was no one around, Brother Jiang lifted his clothes and took out the surviving things one by one.

It only includes two silver bracelets and a pile of broken paper letters.

After opening the letter, Brother Jiang was shocked. The words written there were not gossips, nor were they secretly sending love words, but some conspiracy.

Even Brother Jiang dares to make a rash assertion if he is plotting a rebellion. But there are indeed some shameful things in it.

"Where is the letter? Where did you go?" There was insufficient evidence, Ling Jue could not tell His Majesty everything, and His Majesty naturally could not punish him.

"Young Master Ling is right." Brother Jiang felt a little trouble when he mentioned the past. The suffering he suffered for so many years was caused by these things back then.

"I asked two yamen runners to help me keep the letter paper that day."

A yamen runner did not dare to take such a big risk. In a few days, he exposed the matter to the prefect Chang in exchange for his chance to rise to the top.

Fortunately, there was no such thing as Brother Jiang, and another yamen runner always protected the letters. It was because the things inside were incredible secret communication.

"Luo Ting is the world of heaven after all." I didn't expect to hear such words from a person like Brother Jiang who has been sick for many years.

"It's been so many years." Brother Jiang thought and said, "I've long since broken contact with him, but I guess he might have come to Kyoto with those things."

Prefect Chang held a grudge against Brother Jiang because of that incident. With the help of a young man who never knew his true identity, he found the rare poison in the world from somewhere.

"If you are infected with that poison, life is worse than death. In this way, whether you live or not, whether you die or not is naturally not that important."

In order to avoid the subsequent disasters, it was also difficult to help. Brother Jiang and Mrs. Jiang were taken by Jiang Caiwei to move to the residence where Ling Jue and Chang Yue later met them.

"It's a labor." Ling Jue didn't care why Brother Jiang figured it out, and suddenly mentioned the old thing again: "I'll ask someone to take you back to rest."

In the hall, Ling Jue reported: "Your Majesty, according to Brother Jiang, this is what happened."

I always thought it was a difficult battle, but I didn't expect that I would have a look so quickly. However, the look appeared too quickly, which made Mingye feel at a loss for a moment.

He just asked, "Yu Jue, in your opinion, what the Jiang family said is true and how fake is it?"

In that remote and remote place, there were both intervention from strange forces and obstruction from officials at that time. Could it be that a yamen runner could convey the information just by trying to convey it?

"Your Majesty, do you want to hear the truth?" Even with outsiders present, Ling Jue's behavior is neither humble nor arrogant. Not to mention, whenever he talks about Yihuang, His Majesty is always afraid that there will be ears between the walls, so he shuts off the palace maids and eunuchs around him.

"Tsk!" Mingye was helpless when he said: "Yujue, Yujue, tell me, why do you always have a puzzle when talking to me?"

Ling Jue just laughed, but did not forget to reply: "I don't know much about the eldest brother of the Jiang family, so I naturally don't dare to guarantee his character."

He never did something unsure: "But, this matter should be true or not."

The situation of the Jiang family's eldest brother has reached this point, so he has no reason to tell lies aside for the time being. However, he has also entered the Chang Mansion and has the account book in hand, but he cannot get any substantial additional evidence.

Letters such as those who interact with them do not rule out that they destroyed these things that were enough to destroy them early, but they also did not rule out that the real existence of physical evidence.

"Even if we take a step back," Ling Jue acted very boldly in this matter: "Even if this matter is both true and false, even more false than true. But we have to take risks boldly."

Mingye took a deep breath and made up his mind: "Leave this matter to you to handle. If there were indeed yamen runners to Kyoto to deliver letters, even if they dig three feet into the ground, they would have to find out the whereabouts of this person."

The fish sink to the sea, and it is not easy to find this yamen runner again: "This autumn has passed, and it is about to usher in heavy snow in the middle of winter."
Chapter completed!