Chapter 32 Is it too late to regret now?

The surroundings seemed to be quiet. Jiang Zhaorong stood there quietly, his pupils trembling constantly, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

After a long time, Shi An heard him sigh softly.

"Let's do it according to the law."

Shi An bowed and walked out, opened the file, and said in a high voice: "The criminals Jiang and Gao stole property and confused bloodlines. They are sentenced for multiple crimes and will be imprisoned for the time being. After catching the adulterer and the gardener, they will be beheaded at three o'clock in the afternoon and displayed to the public! The child is innocent, so he will be left to the prime minister to decide." Jiang

Jianjin and Gao suddenly collapsed to the ground, their eyes went black, they were grief-stricken, and they fell to the ground and burst into tears.

After the grief, there was anger.

Jiang Jianjin's bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred. He stood up suddenly and rushed to Jiang Zhaorong at a speed that no one else expected, with a cold light on his hands.

[Oh my god, you're sneaking up on me without following the ethics of martial arts, right?]

No one expected this scene. They stood there with their mouths slightly wide open. Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were full of Jiang Jianjin's movements of stabbing him, but his feet seemed to be rooted and unable to move.

At a critical moment, Jiang Zhiyu's body was as fast as lightning. He blocked in front of Jiang Zhaorong and grabbed Jiang Jianjin's wrist holding the knife. He twisted it hard, and Jiang Jianjin cried out in pain. The knife fell to the ground. Then Jiang Zhiyu flashed behind him and with a click, his shoulder joint was dislocated.

Jiang Zhiyu let go of her hand, and Jiang Jianjin rolled on the ground in pain, holding his arm that he couldn't lift, screaming incessantly.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Jiang Zhaorong: "Are you okay?"

The surroundings were so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, and everyone stared at her blankly.

Jiang Zhiyu frowned and called her a few more times before Jiang Zhaorong responded and coughed lightly: "No, nothing, thank you Zhiyu."

His daughter was not only good at archery, but also had superb martial arts. Jiang Zhaorong was proud for a moment, and then looked at Jiang Jianjin who was lying on the ground with disappointment.

"You want to kill me?"

Jiang Jianjin spat lightly: "Of course, we are brothers after all, and if I want to die, how can I let you live alone?!"

[Okay, this is also a crazy attribute. 】

Jiang Zhaorong's anger was immediately dissipated by her words. When

his own brother said this, Jiang Zhaorong was surprised to find that he was not that surprised or angry. He looked at Jiang Jianjin with indifference in his eyes.

"At first, I tried my best to save your life under the protection of the emperor. Now, you should give this life back to me."

"What do you mean by protection! The emperor never wanted my life. You are just being too smart. Do you really think I don't know anything?"

Jiang Zhaorong finally felt the incongruity.

"Why are you so sure that the emperor won't kill you? The disaster relief funds you embezzled were delayed for dozens of days, and tens of thousands of victims were killed or injured! Why do you think that the emperor won't kill you and will let you go if you pay up your house and money? Your top boss, Ma An, the former vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was sentenced to death by being torn apart by a chariot by the emperor! Why do you think that the emperor will let you go if you pay up?!"

Jiang Jianjin looked at him in astonishment.

For the first time, his eyes revealed helplessness, and he said hesitantly: "No, no, I just embezzled a few hundred taels, how could it be possible, how could it be possible?"

Jiang Zhaorong sighed lightly: "Forget it, it is meaningless to talk about this now. I will send Brother Heng back to his hometown. What happens next is all his fate. I only have this last sentence for you. Don't be brothers in the next life."

He turned around, and Jiang Jianjin looked at his back and couldn't say anything.

Shi An quickly asked the guards to take the people away.

All the prisoners were pressed down, and the hall suddenly became terribly quiet.

Shi An pursed his lips: "… Miss San's kung fu is great, just as good as her archery. The Prime Minister really taught her well."

Jiang Zhaorong's face eased: "Everything, everything is Zhiyu's intelligence."

"It's a pity for such a high martial arts to stay in the backyard. Miss San, come to the Dali Temple often and drink tea when you have nothing to do."

Tianqi clearly stipulated that women were not allowed to be officials. Jiang Zhiyu smiled.

"Tricked me into doing free labor?"

Baiyi means doing free labor. If you are not careful, you will be pushed out as a scapegoat by the officials.

[Do I look easy to deceive? ]

Jiang Zhaorong looked at her silently. Two shallow pear vortices appeared on her white and soft cheeks, and her eyes were clear and soft.

Looking at her, she was the image of a very good girl.

Shi An laughed loudly: "Miss Third, you are wrong. How can serving the people be called free labor?"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled faintly and said nothing.

Although the girl in front of him looked obedient, every time they looked at each other, Shi An suddenly felt that she had seen through his thoughts.

He touched his nose guiltily: "How about this, we don't set the time. How long Miss Third stays here will determine how much I will pay you?"

[That's better. ]

"Deal."

The two of them finalized the deal in a few words, and Jiang Zhaorong didn't even have a chance to speak.

Song Shiwei gritted her teeth, the pain in her body pricked her delicate nerves all the time, she couldn't help but think:

How did Jiang Jianjin fail just now? !

And that bastard! When did he learn such a good martial art? Why didn't she notice it at all? !

Song Shiwei was puzzled.

...

After leaving the Dali Temple, although it was late at night, the streets were still brightly lit, especially the Qingfeng Pavilion on the East Street and the Zuiyuelong on the West Street.

Jiang Zhiyu hesitated and refused to get on the carriage.

Even if he didn't listen to her inner voice, Jiang Zhaorong could understand what she wanted to do at the moment.

Children love to play.

Zhiyu helped so much today, so he would indulge her for once! It's just to look at toys and eat snacks.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaorong waved his hand and asked the carriage behind to send Song Shiwei back home first, and then whispered: "Where do you want to go? Dad will go with you!"

[Oh, this, isn't it a bit bad. ]

"Forget it, Dad, go home, it's so late, and you are tired."

Jiang Zhaorong looked at her with a look of heartache. How could he listen to others and think that such a sensible daughter was mean and even hate her? !

In order to make up for it, Jiang Zhaorong said directly: "It's okay, Daddy is not tired. Zhiyu, whatever you want to eat or play, just tell Daddy and Daddy will buy it for you!"

[Oh oh oh, there is such a good thing! Daddy, you are my God!!!]

Jiang Zhaorong was so flattered in his heart that he couldn't see his eyes.

Then Jiang Zhiyu pointed to a tall building and said directly: "Dad, I want to go there!"

Jiang Zhaorong looked in the direction of her finger, and his eyes suddenly became numb.

Jiang Zhiyu's inner voice was still echoing in his ears fearlessly:

[It's so exciting! Visiting the duck house with my dad, hahahaha, but I'm just going to take a look, I'm not going to do anything! Did the little brothers in ancient times dance striptease?

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

Is it too late to regret now?