The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

She didn't want to make this move by Lou Xiao, but he loved to fight and wanted to show off. Since her current master was still alive, he was anxious to show up to the next master.

Liang Chongyue picked up the teacup and took a sip. As the hot water rolled down his throat, the name Lou Xiao was also brought down with it.

Minglang returned with a group of people. The elite troops returned to the camp outside the capital. Fan Hun was thrown into the dungeon of the Ministry of Justice. She ignored Lou Xiao and only ordered the people in the Ministry of Justice:

"No one is allowed to see him except me, and there is no need to eat or drink."

He wouldn't die of hunger even if he starved for a day, so Minglang left a small team in the dungeon to watch over Fan Hun.

Fan Hun has been the Minister of Revenue for more than ten years. There are so many people involved behind the scenes. Now that he is here, there is no way he can leave alive.

Minglang walked out of the dungeon and said to the elite soldiers following him:

"Whoever insists on seeing Fan Hun will be captured. If we can't capture them, we'll kill them."

She was really unlucky today. It was the last day of the imperial examination, and she didn't go when she should have shown up. She stayed in the suburbs of Beijing for the whole day to catch Fan Hun, and didn't have time to interrogate him. The Queen Mother should still be waiting for her to return and report.

"Yes, Your Highness, rest assured. We will keep an eye on Fan Hun. We will not allow anyone to see him, and we will not give him the opportunity to seek death."

Minglang still had a sarcastic smile on his face when he left the dungeon.

Seeking death? If Fan Hun dared to seek death, he wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to escape.

I'm afraid that even if the knife was given to him, he wouldn't be willing to use it on himself.

After leaving the Ministry of Justice, Minglang went straight to the palace, dismounted at the Meridian Gate, and while walking towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he smelled himself to see if there was any strange smell.

When everyone arrived at the Yangxin Palace, they specifically asked Eunuch Li who was waiting outside.

"Do I smell strange? Stinky?"

Little Leo smelled it carefully and shook his head, and Minglang then stepped in with confidence.

"Are you back? Come and have dinner first."

Liang Chongyue stood up and looked Minglang up and down. Seeing her rosy cheeks, he knew that she was fine, so he sat down in the dining room first.

When Minglang was almost full, Liang Chongyue asked:

"Caught it?"

After Minglang finished chewing the food in his mouth, he nodded to the Queen Mother.

"Well, I'll leave it to you. How much you can get out of this and how much you can gain in the end all depends on your ability."

There are seven places where Fan Hun hid his treasure. If Minglang is quick, he might be able to destroy one before Fei He and Chi Rong.

Minglang also remembered the two people he met at the city gate today, and understood the deep meaning of his mother's words.

"Thank you, Queen Mother."

Some things don't need to be said too bluntly. After Minglang came out of the Yangxin Palace, he used his internal energy to fly over the eaves and walls and went directly to the Ministry of Justice.

She understood what the Queen Mother said tonight. The old thief Fan Hun had a lot of hidden treasures. Fei He and Chi Rong were only two people. As long as she was fast enough, she could get ahead of these two people and get at least one.

This is enough.

Tonight, Fan Hun's screams echoed in the dungeon of the Ministry of Justice. Minglang even thoughtfully called two imperial doctors to accompany him, making Fan Hun unable to live or die.

It was not until the sky was turning pale that Minglang found the locations of the seven hidden treasures. Fan Hun was almost dying. If it were not for the two imperial doctors who risked their lives to save him, he would have already died in the underworld.

"Your Highness, Fan Hun's body can no longer withstand any punishment."

Minglang's hand slid across the marked map. Before leaving the Ministry of Justice dungeon, he glanced at Fan Hun, who was nailed to the cross.

"Take good care of him. When I come back, I might be able to find out something else."

After hearing this, Fan Hun was completely exhausted and even breathing became difficult. He had just responded to Prince Bao's two doctors when he turned around and realized that he could not see Fan Hun's chest rising and falling.

Their eyes widened, and they couldn't wait to see Prince Bao off before they started to provide rescue.

They didn't care how much torture this man suffered when he was alive. But since Fan Hun was brought back by Prince Bao and subjected to such severe punishment, he must have committed a heinous crime.

Their two responsibilities were to ensure that Fan Hun was alive. As long as he was alive and his mind and mouth were clear, that was enough.

For others with broken hands or legs, it is beyond their ability.

The tendons in his hands and feet have been torn out completely. It would be better for this man to die than to live.

The two imperial doctors looked at each other, sighed, and began to get busy.

After Liang Chongyue finished the morning court and returned to the Yangxin Palace, he received an excited report from the system that Minglang had led a small team to leave the capital.

"It seems like Fan Hun couldn't hold on last night."

The system's words of praise for Minglang were stuck in its throat. Thinking of Fan Hun's miserable condition on the panel last night, it felt its hair stand on end.

"Even if he had twelve more courages, he might not be able to withstand it."

The system muttered quietly, and Liang Chongyue heard it clearly.

Noticing the system's somewhat frightened expression, Liang Chongyue sat down and did not rush to review the memorials. Instead, he began to open the panel and adjusted the screen to the Ministry of Justice dungeon last night.

It was all red, and it looked like a demon ghost that had walked out of hell, the kind of evil ghost that didn't care about its own life and was just there to torture people.

Liang Chongyue silently watched the video on the panel at an accelerated speed, and the system had disappeared somewhere.

Compared to the punishment Minglang used last night, the innocent people who died tragically at the hands of Fan Hun were the most pitiful.

For this one incident alone, Fan Hun deserved to die a hundred times.

"Your Majesty, Lord Lou took several officials to the Ministry of Justice. They took them in. Because His Royal Highness Prince Bao was not there, they only let Lord Lou go. The others were directly imprisoned."

"Where's Lou Xiao?"

"Lord Lou didn't know His Highness was away and went back on his own."

Liang Chongyue beckoned Yunling to come grind the ink:

"Then let them be. Do everything according to Minglang's instructions before he left."

"Yes."

Anyone who can be used by Fan Hun has no chance of being clean. It doesn't matter how many days they are locked up, or until they come back tomorrow.

"I don't want to see anyone these days, and I've rejected all the officials' wives who came to the palace with invitations."

Liang Chongyue cut off her retreat first to avoid putting her mother in a difficult position. As for the rest, she left it to Minglang and naturally would not ask about it.

When the results of the imperial examination came out, Li Yu'an also sent a new roll of paper. Liang Chongyue and he studied it in the Yangxin Palace for several days, finalized the final version, and finished typeset and printing it before the palace examination.

Liang Chongyue sat in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, looking at the candidates who were answering questions quietly below. This year, there were several candidates who wrote very well in the examination papers. He hoped that the palace examination would also have a good result.

It's time for some new faces in the court.

Liang Chongyue picked up the pen and wrote a few names on the paper. Finally, as if he was sure, he threw the paper into the burning charcoal brazier beside him. The flames jumped and swallowed all the words on the paper.