On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 347

Feng Wuming looked at the tea in the bowl and said casually: "Master Fu agreed to help so readily, which really surprised me."

After all, the news in the palace is probably coming out at this moment.

He is no longer a regent, but just an idle prince.

Fu Jing was the minister of Dali Temple who was also a second-rank official. He could have asked Da Na Qiao or not to help him at all.

But still so neat and tidy.

Fu Jingtong smiled and said, "Your Majesty cares about the people, and what he does cannot be evil. The following officials should give their full support."

"Why don't you ask me what the king wants this file to be used for?"

Fu Jingtong shook his head, "The prince has his own reasons."

Feng Wuming nodded and said no more.

The two of them just sat in the front hall and waited, with the scent of incense and candles lingering in silence for a while.

"Is Miss Wang okay?"

Fu Jingtong was the first to break the silence and asked about Ye Zhiyu's situation.

Feng Wuming said calmly: "I have returned to the palace."

Since Feng Wuming said this, there will be no mistakes.

I don't think I suffered much.

Fu Jingtong felt relieved, nodded, and stopped talking.

After the stick of incense burned out, the person who was sent out finally came back to reply, and also brought back the list of those who had passed the imperial examination ten years ago.

Excluding those who have passed away, there are only eight people left.

Feng Wuming thoughtfully stroked the yellowed paper and said, "I'd like you to do one last thing for me."

Fu Jingtong sat up straight and said, "Your Majesty, it doesn't matter if you say so."

Feng Wuming looked at Fu Jingtong and said word by word: "Bring all the people on this list who are in Beijing to Dali Temple. I need to interrogate them personally."

……

I don’t know what method Fu Jingtong used, but Dali Temple was very efficient.

In just two hours, he was brought to the dungeon of Dali Temple.

Several people who passed the examination back then were now officials of the imperial court, no matter how big or small. They were taken away inexplicably and even brought to Dali Temple.

It is not difficult to imagine what kind of criticism Fu Jingtong endured.

But now is not the time to express gratitude.

The only way is to find the person Ye Zhiyu mentioned, the person who knows the life experience of the red-clothed Xueba.

Only then can the current predicament be easily solved.

Therefore, Feng Wuming chose to interrogate himself.

Inside the dungeon, it was dark, cold and damp, with a lifeless atmosphere.

From time to time there were sounds of whipping and other torture sounds.

There were also unbearable screams from the prisoners.

All kinds of unpleasant sounds are endless, and just staying there for a long time will make people feel uncomfortable.

The timid ones were so frightened that they peed their pants when they were caught.

Feng Wuming frowned in disgust and sat directly in front of the eight people in front of him.

The only ray of light came from the top of the wall and shone on half of Feng Wuming's face.

His face flickered on and off, making it difficult to see clearly his expression, let alone his emotions.

However, people with eyesight still recognized Feng Wuming.

Emotions immediately became intense.

"My lord, what are you doing? Do you want to lynch us?!"

"Even though you have a noble status, Prince, you can't despise the king's law so much, right? But is there still justice?"

"How innocent are we? What's wrong with me?!"

……

Probably due to a mixture of fear and anger, coupled with the confidence that they were innocent, everyone dared to shout at Feng Wuming.Feng Wuming smiled without answering, picked up the poisonous wine on the table and scattered it on the floor.

"Fuck-"

There was a corroding sound, and I couldn't imagine how terrible this thing would be if it were used on human skin.

Everyone fell silent and stopped shouting.

Seeing that the purpose of shock was achieved, Feng Wuming got to the point.

"Don't panic, everyone. I'm here just to find out an old thing from ten years ago, nothing more."

When Feng Wuming said this, he paused and looked around everyone, paying attention to everyone's reaction.

He continued: "Those who are innocent will have to leave completely."

"However, if you are guilty, it is best to confess. Otherwise..." Feng Wuming paused, "Then you may not be able to walk out on your own."

Feng Wuming smiled carelessly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

A sliver of frost.

Feng Wuming briefly and comprehensively told what he learned about the red-clothed blood demon.

Probably ten years ago, there was a scholar who was smitten by the red-clothed blood demon. She was unwilling to enter the reincarnation, and wandered around the world all day long, becoming an evil spirit that was neither human nor ghost.

If you harm one party, the disaster will be endless.

"To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. If you want to resolve the resentment of the red-clothed blood demon, you naturally need to find the person who makes her resentful."

"It was a trivial matter and was not life-threatening. What's more, it was the man's own fault. A man should admit it."

"So, does anyone among you recall anything?"

Feng Wuming's scrutinizing gaze swept across everyone again.

I hope someone can take the initiative to admit it or reveal the truth.

Just a pity, no.

Feng Wuming sighed, feeling a little pity, "It seems that that person has no responsibility."

At this time, Fu Jingtong asked the person accompanying him: "Your Majesty, do you need to arrange torture? A group of civil servants can guarantee that everything will be revealed in less than an hour without any concealment."

Feng Wuming put one hand on his temple and tapped the other hand gently on the table.

Suddenly there was a noise outside.

"Master Wen, you can't go in, Master Wen, the prince is interrogating the prisoner inside."

"Go away, you are nothing but you dare to stop me? Are you looking for death?!"

……

There was a commotion and chaos.

Feng Wuming stood up and walked outside.

He happened to see Wen Yanjing draw his sword, with a furious look as if he wanted to kill someone.

"stop."

Feng Wuming stopped his move.

"Master Wen, what are you doing? Are you coming to the dungeon with weapons to rob the prison?"

The moment Wen Yanjing saw Feng Wuming, the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

It's probably a kind of fear mixed with hatred.

Wen Yanjing calmed down, put the knife back into the scabbard, and then said: "Weichen's daughter almost died in the palace, Weichen wants an explanation!"

One daughter of the Wen family died and another was seriously injured.

It would be difficult for anyone to accept it, but it is human nature.

Feng Wuming was silent and said: "Master Wen, I'm so sorry. No one wants something like this to happen. Don't let grief hurt your body."

Wen Yanjing snorted coldly, "What I want to do most right now is to have the culprit killed! To comfort my son!"

Hearing this, Feng Wuming finally understood why Wen Yanjing broke into the dungeon angrily with a knife.

It turned out that it was not the emperor and the queen mother who wanted to be held accountable, but herself.

To be precise, it's Wang Xiao'e.

(End of this chapter)