Chapter 38 Dean's Bill

The Ministry of Criminal Justice is located in the northernmost part of the palace, and the supervisory court, which is far away from everyone, is located in an inconspicuous courtyard behind the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. Even if people who don't know pass by, they will only think that it is just an ordinary building. However, it is such an ordinary building that can change the color of the court officials and princes and nobles of the whole Xia. To be precise, it is not only court officials and princes and nobles who are afraid of the small building, but also the top masters in the world who are far away from it. The ultimate reason is that it can only be esoteric and unspeakable.

Although there are 120 inspectors in the supervisory institute in addition to the president who has never appeared and two imperial historians, most of the time the whole supervisory institute is the only the right imperial historian, Wu Yong, who reads leisurely with a teacup.

Zuodu Yushi Ke Chengyang only occasionally appeared and handed over the collected information and documents to Wu Yong. As for the other 120 inspectors, they are scattered all over Xia and even the whole world.

In the small building of the Supervision Institute, Ke Chengyang threw a thick stack of paper on the table and looked extremely ugly. Wu Yong put down the yellowed scroll in his hand and looked at the stack of paper on the table: "Is this?"

"Dear..."

"What debt?"

"In addition to the president of the supervisory institute who burns silver tickets as firewood, who else can there be?" Ke Chengyang's face was extremely gloomy, and he looked fiercely at the stack of bills that had just been placed on the table.

Wu Yong roughly turned over: "Why are there so many this month? 200,000 taels."

"When I went to see Xu Zhaotian, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs with a bill of 70,000 taels last month, you didn't see his face, which looked like a dead man. I estimate that this stack of 200,000 taels of bills must be put in front of him and die directly.

"Calm down, calm down. We don't have to pay these 200,000 taels of silver. As for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, can Xu Zhaotian swallow you no matter how ugly it is?

"Then the expense reimbursement will be handed over to Lord Wu." After saying that, Ke Chengyang turned around and left a very handsome back with Wu.

Wu Yonggang wanted to say something, but Ke Chengyang had already disappeared.

Sorting out and returning the stack of bills, Wu walked out of the small door of the supervisory hospital with a heavy heart. When passing through the heavenly prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he saw Mei Nianfa hurried out of it.

"Lord Mei." Wu Yong called Mei Nianfa, but perhaps because Mei Nianfa was in such a hurry that he didn't hear Wu Yong's shout at all.

Wu shrugged his shoulders, sighed helplessly, and continued to walk in the direction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

In Chengfu Hall, Emperor Xia leaned on a fir hollow cloud-patterned chair covered with white tiger skin, and his eyes were half closed. In his arms was a soft-gone woman, putting a freshly peeled grape into Xia Di's mouth.

"When I returned to the emperor, the name of the State of Chu died." Mei Nianfa lowered her head, and due to tension, fine sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Dead? Why did you Mei Nianfa also let the prisoner die? This is unheard of. Tell me, how did you die?" Although the tone is light, it has an extremely strong sense of oppression.

"The prisoner died in pieces."

"Fived? What kind of torture did you use against this fox?

"Weichen did not use any punishment, and the prisoner died when he was still in prison. And...", Mei Nianfa paused and then said, "When Weichen was ready to bring the prisoner to trial, he saw that the prisoner who was alive turned into hundreds of pieces of meat in an instant, and his flesh was broken to death."

Hearing this, Xia Di's originally half-opened eyes suddenly opened: "You mean that the prisoner suddenly turned into hundreds of pieces of minced meat in front of your eyes and died?"

"It's exactly the case when you return to the emperor. Weichen felt that it was too strange at this time. At that time, the prisoner's hands and feet were tied, and even his mouth was stuffed with something, so suicide can be ruled out, that is to say, someone killed the prisoner in the heavenly prison at that time. Mei Nianfa said, "But in the room in the heavenly prison at that time, there were only Weichen and four jail leaders in charge of guarding, and there was no one else."

"I know. You go back first."

"Yes, Weichen retreated."

Mei Nianfa, who left Chengfu Hall, breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she had unloaded a thousand pounds of heavy burden. But soon, he meditated again. The prisoner was instantly decomposed into hundreds of pieces of meat in front of his eyes. Can anyone really do it? He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, because the scene was so terrible that he couldn't help but stand up even after seeing countless cruel tortures. Most importantly, he and the four prison leaders were present at that time. The four prison leaders were definitely not strong in martial arts, and they had been guarded in the prison for nearly 30 years, so their suspicions could be basically ruled out. So who is it?

Suddenly, a word that even he thought was ridiculous came to Mei Nianfa's mind: ghost.

Who else can do it besides ghosts?

When Wu arrived at the House of Internal Affairs with the 200,000 taels of the bill of the president of the supervisory institute, Xu Zhaotian's face became gloomy: "What is it this time? Last month, there were 70,000 taels of silver. The president of your supervisory institute used up a prince's annual salary in a month.

Wu Yong stretched out two fingers, and Xu Zhaotian nodded and said, "Although 20,000 taels of silver are much less than last month, you also have to let the dean save more. Our internal affairs government is not the treasury. Of course, even the treasury can't be such a waste. Look at the bills of last month, the night pearl in the South China Sea, 3,000 taels, the thousand ginseng of the State of Chu, and the three-color centipede of the Tang Sect of Shu, 17,000 taels. This, and this, and this, the ice silk of the Yuxue Building, 8002 each, actually bought 20 horses. What is this? How dare he buy the most expensive one from all over the world?

"Ha ha... that's not 20,000 taels." Wu Yong smiled with a little guilty.

"Isn't it 20,000 taels of silver? So why do you draw two fingers?" Xu Zhaotian stared at Wu Yong and said angrily.

"It's 200,000 taels of silver, not 20,000 taels of silver."

"What?" Xu Zhao stood up from his chair and stammered, "I, I didn't. Did you hear that right? It's 200,000 taels?"

"Yes." Wu Yong repeated again.

"This, this, this..." As Ke Chengyang said before, Xu Zhaotian couldn't wait to faint immediately. "My God, this is 200,000 taels of silver. What on earth is your dean thinking? This is too much. I, I need to send it to the emperor. You put the bill here first, and I'll get back to you in a few days.

"Okay, that's good." After saying thank you politely, Wu left the Ministry of Internal Affairs with relief.

He knew that Xu Zhaotian would not really report to the emperor, not to mention 200,000 taels, even if it was used by the president of the supervisory institute, Emperor Xia would not hesitate to reimburse it. It is reported that before that, the dean who had never seen before had bet with a prince of the State of Chu. To put it strangely, the two actually took a city in their respective countries as a bet, and finally the dean lost. At that time, everyone thought that Emperor Xia would definitely kill the dean who took the land to gamble, but in the end, it ended with Xia giving the lost city's hands to the State of Chu.

Since then, no one has dared to underestimate the president of the supervisory institute.

Wu Yong, the imperial historian of the right capital of the Supervision Institute, although he has not seen the head of the rumored superior, he vaguely learned that the dean is a person who likes to collect expensive items by sending the bills to the Supervision Institute every month. And as for the contact, like everyone else, he has never seen the dean's true face.

Wu Yong once asked, since he hasn't seen the liaison, and since he hasn't talked about it, how did he get the bill? The return made people laugh bitterly. It turned out that the monthly bills were sent by flying pigeons. After a month, those bills were sorted out one by one, resulting in the dean's monthly expenses. As for whether such expenses will really give Xia Di a headache, that's not what he needs to consider.

Looking at the gloomy sky, Wu smiled and wrapped his sleeves, thinking about the book that he had not finished reading.