Mr. Wen, the prince of the Marquis of Linhou, the prince of Maoguo, the prince of Dongping, the prince of Yunyang, the prince of the Bo of Suning...

I usually meet one, and my hair will be a little white. Today, I am so tired that I will be arrested in Dali Temple prison.

The small prison in Dali Temple is so honored to welcome such great men. The young master of Dali Temple wants to die, so don’t pull him.

"You are awesome."

"You are the most powerful in the whole court. Can you give me the position of Dali Temple Minister?" Dali Temple Minister was so angry that his eyes turned black.

The Shaoqing of Dali Temple couldn't say anything about his suffering, "I don't want to catch them either. Isn't this forced to do anything?"

"Who forced you?" Dali Temple Minister slapped the table and said.

"Who else dares to catch them in such a big Kyoto?"

“….”

"Duke Yu."

These three words were almost squeezed out from the teeth of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, which made Dali Temple Queen confused and thought she had heard it incorrectly, "Who did you just say?"

Shaoqing of Dali Temple had no choice but to say it again.

He took the yamen to handle the case. When Young Master Wen San and his friends were fighting in the study, they happened to pass by. There were too many people watching the fun at that time, and the road was blocked. He was here and Duke Yu was there.

Knowing that it was his son fighting with someone or to grab a painting, he was so angry that he asked him to take everyone to Dali Temple and lock them up.

Poor he is just a young minister of Dali Temple. Duke Yu asked him to arrest people, and the fight was almost broken up. It was considered to be the jurisdiction of Dali Temple. Do he dare not listen to Duke Yu?

I could only bite the bullet and arrest everyone.

Dali Temple Queen held his forehead and sat down slowly. His sprained ankle accidentally touched the chair. He gasped in pain.

Shaoqing of Dali Temple hurriedly said, "Sir..."

The Dali Temple Minister waved his hand and said, "It's Duke Yu who captured you, so it's okay."

He was not as good as the Dali Temple Minister, and Duke Mao and Duke Lin of Jin. They should be very clear that Dali Temple was determined not to be worried about arresting their son. After Duke Yu ordered to do things, they could only go to Duke Yu to find trouble and take him as the Dali Temple Minister, who was the one who picked up persimmons and was afraid of being strong, and they would be embarrassed if they were forced to do so.

It hurts really, and I need to ask the doctor. After a while, the master wanted to help him to the Houya. As soon as he got up, a yaman outside ran in and said, "Sir, Miss Ji, the third young lady of Duke Yu's mansion in the future, comes to visit the prison and deliver meals to Mr. Wen..."

Dali Temple Minister, “….”

Everyone in Dali Temple, "…."

I don’t know which yamen officer envied me, “Grandma Wen San is so virtuous.”

It’s not a virtuous person. Young Master Wen San was arrested and locked up, so she came to deliver food. It should be the fastest delivery of food in their Dali Temple for so many years, right?

Besides, Ji Qingning, the secret guards drove the carriage directly to the Dali Temple prison and stopped. Ji Qingning got out of the carriage. The little maid followed behind him with two large food boxes. The jailer stopped them and said, "No permission is allowed, no visit to the prison."

It was that day, and the rules were not as dull as they were, but if you want to go in, you would have to pay some opening fees.

The little maid didn't understand the rules and said, "My girl is here to deliver food to Master Wen San."

The jailer was stunned for a moment and looked at Ji Qingning, "Who are you?"

Ji Qingning had a light mask and the prison guard could not see her face, but even if he saw it, the prison guard did not recognize her. The little maid said, "My girl is the third young lady of Duke Yu's mansion in the future."

The prison guard dared not stop the door, so he quickly made it aside and diligently led the way for Grandma Jung-San Wen.

The prison in Dali Temple is no longer as bad as the death row of the Ministry of Justice. The criminals in it are more convicted, and fewer tortures are used, and the detention is not so severe. But even so, the smell in the prison rice is very bad, especially for people with a keen sense of smell like Ji Qingning. But when they come, they must not turn around and leave.

The place where Wen Xuan and the others were locked was the most spacious and bright, closest to the gate, the prison guard stepped forward and said, "Master Wen San, your third young lady is here to deliver food to you."

Wenxian sat there, and when he heard this, his mouth twitched.

The prince of Dongping and the others were hungry and pressed their chests on their backs. They were about to eat, but the dishes were ordered. They knew that Qinxinzhai had a painting, so they rushed there immediately and didn't eat a bite of lunch.

When he heard the prison guard say that Ji Qingning was coming to deliver food to Wen Xuan, the Prince of Dongping immediately stood up and saw Ji Qingning coming in women's clothing through the prison fence and said, "Is it really a delivery?"

The little maid raised the two big food boxes in her hand, of course it was true.

The Prince of Dongping looked envious, "Sister-in-law, you are so virtuous. Brother Wen can marry you, so he must have burned high incense in his previous life."

Someone who was thinking that he had committed something in his previous life and wanted to have a wife like Ji Qingning in this life was almost angry when he heard this. Not only did he have a wife who came to see him lively, but he also had a few brothers who were brainless...

The Prince of Dongping was too hungry and immediately urged the prison guard to open the prison door. He took the food box from the little maid and put it on the table.

As soon as the food box is opened, the fragrance comes out, and the greedy person is rolling in his stomach.

"It's better to have a meal," said the Prince of Dongping.

The prince of Mao and the prince of Jin Lin were opposite each other, and their faces were as ugly as they were. Wen Xuan and the others didn’t eat lunch, and they didn’t eat either.

They were locked up together, and the food was delivered, but they were still hungry!

Wen Xuan walked to the edge of the cell and Ji Qingning said, "It's all your favorite dishes, eat more."

"It's a pity that there is no wine," Lu Zhao said.

Ji Qingning smiled and said, "I will bring it to you tomorrow."

Wen Xuan was really angry and vomiting blood, and his back felt itchy, "How many days are you planning to stay in the Dali Temple prison?"

Ji Qingning blinked his eyes and looked innocent, "This is not my final say. What I can guarantee is that you will squat for a few days and I will give you some food."

"Sister-in-law, you are definitely the most virtuous I have ever seen," Lu Zhao said sincerely.

"No wonder Brother Wen grabbed that painting for you."

Ji Qingning was stunned, "Snatch the painting for me?"

Lu Zhao looked at her unaware of it and said, "Brother Wen won't tell you, right? He bought that painting to compensate Old Master Zhang."

Ji Qingning, “….”

Why is it like her lyrics?

Ji Qingning held his forehead and the little maid said, "My girl knows that if it weren't for this, the lady wouldn't let the girl go out at all."

Wen Xuan was a little angry at first, but after hearing what the little maid said, his little panic disappeared. At least, they were quite in tune with each other.

Ji Qingning really didn't expect this to be the case. She looked at Wen Xuan and said, "Who caught you?"

"With your intelligence, you won't be able to guess it," said Wenxian.

"...Is it really your father?" Ji Qingning's mouth twitched.

Ji Qingning was not sure if it was Duke Yu, but Dali Temple definitely did not have the courage. The three of them, including Marquis of Lin, Duke Mao and Duke Yu, Marquis of Lin and Duke Mao, were both very protective of their shortcomings, and arresting their sons to prison was more like Duke Yu's style.
Chapter completed!