The First Tyrant of Daxia

The next day, Qin Yun did not go there. After the morning court session, he accompanied the concubines to travel around the palace, which was very pleasant.

In just two days, he was almost drained of energy.

Day three.

early morning.

Qin Yun received reports from various places in Longyou.

"Your Majesty, the iron workshops have been successfully dismantled. According to the prisoners' confessions, a total of 3,000 light crossbows and 1,000 heavy crossbows were seized."

"All kinds of armor, countless swords."

"There are more than a thousand people involved in the case. They have all been escorted back to the Ministry of Justice and are awaiting your decision!"

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the cabinet ministers were shocked, and then they became angry!

The person behind the scenes is so brave!!

Qin Yun put down the memorial and asked with narrowed eyes.

"Among these 1,000 prisoners, how many are from aristocratic families?"

Qi Yong thought about it and replied: "At least half!"

"But after investigation, none of them are core figures of the nine major clans. Most of them are marginal figures."

Qin Yun sneered.

"These old bastards, just handing over some insignificant people, want to settle the matter peacefully. Is that possible?"

"Humph, the deaths of Tang San and Li Mi are not enough to calm my wrath!"

"Go, interrogate these 1,000 people severely, and expose as many as you can."

"But remember, don't show it off!"

"I have to appear satisfied on the surface."

Hearing this, Qi Yong nodded.

Qin Yun turned his attention to Qian Lin again.

"Master Qian."

Qian Lin stood up and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty."

Qin Yun got straight to the point and said, "The clans have already become alert. The court's investigation has not been able to find their core."

"I want you to go and lurk and investigate again, and find some hard evidence that will make them feel bad. What do you think?"

Qian Lin raised his head and nodded in agreement without saying a word.

"Your Majesty, I will not refuse even if I die!"

Qin Yun smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, I will remember all your contributions. Don't worry, when the time is right, I will give you a high position."

"In addition, the government will also support the Qian family's business."

"I will suppress the noble families, but I will not suppress them blindly. As long as they are loyal noble families, I will still open my arms to them."

Qian Lin's eyes turned red, and he was a little excited: "Yes, Your Majesty, thank you very much!"

"..."

Shortly after.

The Shenjiying returned to the imperial capital.

There were 50,000 men when they went out, but only 20,000 men came back. In the Battle of Xialiang and the chaos on the grassland, the Shenji Battalion suffered the greatest losses.

On this day, there was wailing and crying in the streets of the imperial capital.

How many wives, children and elders fainted in the streets crying because they couldn't wait for the pillar of their family to return.

The entire imperial capital was under curfew for the dead soldiers.

General’s Mansion, Mu Mansion.

Mu Le's home is no longer what it used to be. It is no longer comparable to the dilapidated house it once was.

It was late at night in the yard.

Mu Le became more mature, and a hint of suspicion appeared on his handsome face with a little stubble.

"Mom, weren't you here just now?"

He walked into the inner room, knocked on the door and said, "Mom, are you there?"

"My son came to see you."

He shouted several times in a row, but still got no response from Mu Ci.

Finally, he frowned, pushed open the door, and walked in gently.

The room was empty.

A gust of night wind blew, blowing the curtains, and Mu Le's pupils were startled!

It was even more shocking than seeing 100,000 enemy troops on the battlefield!!

There was actually a huge portrait in his mother's inner room. The man in the portrait looked extremely heroic, standing with his hands behind his back, with an air of looking down on the world!

Mu Le was shocked. In his heart, Mu Ci was an ordinary woman who was simple and gentle. She had lived alone for so many years and regarded her reputation as her life.

Now, why is there a portrait of a man in the room?

wrong! !

Mu Le's scalp exploded and he rubbed his eyes vigorously.

And then still terrified.

"This...this..."

“Isn’t this portrait of my foster father?”

It was so sudden that Mu Le couldn't react at all.

"Bang!"

At the door, there was a sudden sound of a soup bowl falling to the ground.

Mu Ci came back and saw the scene. He was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to commit suicide by banging his head against the wall.

Ah Le unexpectedly caught the hidden portrait.

Her face was burning hot, she ran forward to block the view, and gritted her teeth and said, "Ah Le, why did you come in without informing me? You are becoming more and more rude."

Mu Le withdrew his gaze with difficulty and looked at Mu Ci, who was dressed simply and elegantly.

"Mother... this..."

"This……"

Mu Ci was even more embarrassed and glared at him, "What's this? Get out!"

"Why are you coming here instead of spending time with your wife?"

Mu Le was a straightforward person. Seeing Mu Ci so embarrassed and flustered, he still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Mother, what's going on with this portrait?"

Mu Ci turned away and explained randomly: "Don't misunderstand."

"My mother wanted to give His Majesty a gift to express her gratitude for promoting you, so she drew a picture."

Mu Le obviously didn't believe it: "Mom, when did you learn to paint?"

Mu Ci bit her red lips and said dignifiedly: "Then what do you want to say?"

"Get out of here now!"

"From now on, you are not allowed to enter this yard!"

Mu Le curled his lips, turned and left, and Mu Ci was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

As a result, Mu Le suddenly turned around and pointed it out directly.

"Mom, do you like my godfather?"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Ci's pretty face turned red, and she was extremely ashamed and angry.

"You bastard!"

"Is this what your mother taught you since you were a child?"

Mu Le's face was in a panic: "Mom, mom...don't, my son is wrong!"

"Do not fight……"

Under the moonlight, one person was chasing and one was running away in the yard.

It was a drama where a golden stick produced a filial son.

Mu Ci was a woman, so how could she stand this kind of questioning? Even if Mu Le said nothing wrong, she would still be furious and run away.

He swung the stick and chased the man for a long time before he sat down on a stone bench, panting, to rest.

General Mu Le is a tough and strong general who is not afraid of even swords.

But he was still afraid of his mother's stick in his heart. He was beaten a lot when he was a child. At this moment, he knelt in front of Mu Ci with his teeth bared.

"Mom, I was wrong."

Mu Ci glared at him unhappily, and said beautifully: "If you say this again, I will cut off all ties with you!"

Mu Le's eyelids twitched. So cruel?

Hesitantly, he said, "Mom, I've said it tonight, and I won't say it again in the future."

Mu Ci pursed her red lips and fell silent.

Seeing this, Mu Le continued, "Mom, you have taken care of me and my sister over the years and have worked hard for most of your life."

"Now that my son has started a family and a career, how can I delay you any longer?"

"You are a good woman, I think it won't be difficult to find one..."

Mu Ci's face turned cold: "What did you say, you little bastard?!"

Mu Le said stubbornly: "That's right!"

"Godfather is a good man, worthy of trust! You are also a good woman. If you are interested in each other, your son will definitely not hinder anything."

Hearing this, Mu Ci's cheeks flushed, like a young girl in her twenties, and for some reason a heavy weight fell from her heart.

It's good news that Ale doesn't object.

But she didn't show it on her face. Instead, she felt embarrassed and glared and gritted her teeth.

"You traitor!"

"You have no shame, but mother wants more!!"

Then she picked up a stick and chased after the innocent Mu Le to beat him.