"Hey, hey, hey. Brother. Are you still alive? Everyone else has food, why don't you have any?"
Lin Che quickly cleared a bowl, picked up some of the various dishes, and even plucked a roast duck leg.
"Come, I'll treat you to a meal."
Originally, the motionless prisoner trembled slightly.
He slowly raised his head and looked over from his fluffy hair, as if to confirm whether Lin Che was talking to him?
The cells of the Mingjing Division are also separated by iron pillars, not sealed walls.
So Lin Che tried a few times and successfully handed the bowl over.
He put the bowl full of food on the ground and took a few steps back to keep a safe distance.
The prisoner finally confirmed that everything was real and crawled over with all his strength. He didn't even have the strength to stand up.
He slowly crawled to the bowl of food, stretched out his dirty hands, grabbed the food and started eating.
He ate slowly at first, then started eating in big mouthfuls.
I ate too fast and choked a little.
Lin Che simply handed over the pot of wine.
The prisoner gulped down the wine and let out a long sigh, as if he had not felt so relaxed in many years.
Lin Che just watched quietly without asking any further questions.
In a short while, the prisoner finished eating.
After finishing his meal, the prisoner did not ask for more food, but leaned against the iron door contentedly, as if in a daze.
A quarter of an hour.
Two quarters of an hour.
Three quarters of an hour.
The prisoner was still in a daze, nothing unusual.
Okay, the food is not poisonous.
It's ready to eat.
Lin Che finally started eating with peace of mind.
With Lin Che's current appetite, it was no problem for her to finish it all.
There was nothing else to do after eating, so I just went back to sleep.
But he really couldn't sleep the whole night. The screams, cries, and sounds of collapse in the cell never stopped.
Until noon the next day.
When Lin Che thought he would have to spend another thousand taels on a meal, he didn't expect Mingjingwei to come to open the door.
"Lord Jing'an, let's go."
Lin Che cursed in his heart and followed the two Mirror Guards.
What Lin Che didn't know was that when Mingjingwei called out the three words "Marquis Jing'an," the blood-soaked prisoner in the next cell slightly opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Che, and then closed them again...
After leaving the cell.
It was still the guard captain Bai Shouleng who led the way:
"Let's go, Fa Zheng wants to see you."
Fa Zheng?
Isn’t this the person in charge of Mingjingsi?
Someone of such a high level actually wants to meet me?
Lin Che felt even more puzzled.
Following Bai Shouleng, we found that the Mingjingsi Yamen was really big. Walking towards the backyard, we saw many very unique pavilions.
Finally, we arrived in front of a green-tiled building.
This pavilion is very special. The totems carved around it look like totems of gods.
There are inscriptions on both sides of the door.
"When laws are established, they must be enforced if they are violated; when orders are issued, they must be carried out without hesitation!"
This word has a solemn and murderous aura.
After entering the gate, you will go up the stairs. The handrail at the top of the stairs is in the shape of a Qilin.
In the history of Daqian, Qilin is a mythical beast that can distinguish between loyalty and treachery, right and wrong.
As you walk up the stairs step by step, you will see scenes of hell on the walls. Some people who have committed serious crimes are tortured in hell after their death.
Lin Che also understood that what the Legalists pursued was: laws are established and orders are carried out, and words are followed by laws!
They will visualize a hell and use themselves as a mirror to illuminate the entire hell.
This power is very mysterious and also very risky, because once they are not upright and the mirror is polluted, they will be dragged into hell.
As for whether it was true, Lin Che wanted to see it with her own eyes.
It was in this special atmosphere that Lin Che was brought to the eighth floor.
At first glance, all the windows on the eighth floor were open. Looking out from this height, one could see most of Tiandu City.
Looking at the prosperous Tiandu City right in front of you, one seems to inexplicably feel a sense of responsibility to protect it.
In this pavilion, there are many bookshelves placed around, filled with books.
A large round table is placed in the center.
Duke Qianling, who had lost both legs, sat in the main seat and was looking through the memorials in his hand.
Many times, memorials to be sent to the palace for His Majesty's decision would have to stay in the Mingjingsi overnight and would not be sent to the palace until the next day.
"Lin Che, your humble servant, greets Fa Zheng!"
When Lin Che saw the renowned Qian Fazheng, he immediately stepped forward and saluted.
Logically speaking, he was only a special envoy of the Grand Master of Ceremonies and was not under the jurisdiction of the Mingjing Division. But now that he had been arrested, he had to behave himself.
Upon hearing this, Duke Qian Ling turned around and smiled gently.
Instead, he looked more like a teacher in a Confucian academy, rather than the bright and clear-minded justice that everyone feared.
"Oh, you're here! Come and sit down!"
"There's something I want to ask Earl Jing'an."
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