Zhu Wenguina guessed what his father thought in an instant.

What does it mean to protect his safety and really protect his safety? Not all the carefully selected Western Factory actors behind him can compete with one against ten and be proficient in various killing skills.

Do you still need to send someone to give Zhu Wenkui a face?

The purpose is already very clear. In order to truly test Zhu Wenkui's own abilities, Zhu Yunwen wanted the former to conceal his identity.

After all, once the bright golden signboard of the eldest prince was brought out, there was no stubborn problem that could not be handled well, and he could not see through the essence of many things.

The advantage of a private visit is that you can really see a lot of dark sides, rather than the grand era that places join forces to create for you.

"When I return to the palace, I will thank my father for my father."

Zhu Wenkui sat upright and responded: "Come on."

The Xichang Fanzi, who was kneeling behind the little eunuch, stood up, took out a small bag from his arms, and opened it. There were many things inside.

The strange techniques that everyone imagined that by pricking acupoints can make people's facial features change greatly are nothing more than some imitation facial organs.

Nose, mouth, ears, even forehead, and maxillary bones.

These things fitted against Zhu Wenkui's original organs, then widened the chin and cheeks to make wrinkles on the originally smooth forehead, and the facial skin was slightly dry and aged.

Originally, a handsome young man turned into a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Wide nose and big mouth.

It’s just that my height is a bit inconsistent, and I’m still a little shorter.

However, this matter is not difficult to handle. After all, when the case was tried, Zhu Wenkui sat at the table, and outsiders could not see his height.

After taking a bronze mirror and looking at it, Zhu Wenkui laughed.

"My father is over thirty years old this year, but he is much more handsome and handsome."

"Your Majesty is a wise lord and naturally has a very good appearance. These subordinates are so humble and have no such ability."

The little eunuch knew that Zhu Wenkui didn't like this ugly look, so he had something to stop him.

Zhu Wenkui smiled and said nothing, nor did he have any extra time to say anything, because the documents of the punishment room that he went out had found the rest of the parties involved in the case during the period when he was disguised and waited in the court of the punishment room.

When they entered the house, the several clerks were stunned for a moment. Where is the eldest prince?

"Let's go, Yu Qian, go with me and I."

Since I want to cover up my identity, I will definitely not be able to use this self-proclaimer like this.

"Okay Your Highness...the official."

Yu Qian held back his smile and followed Zhu Wenkui to the court. Several clerks understood it now. They knew that the eldest prince had disguised himself, so they knew that they wanted to hide their identity.

The decoration of the court in the torture room is more in line with the pretext of the TV series. There are yamen runners and gavels. Zhu Wenkui, the chief clerk, sat at the head of the head, and there was a small case table on the left. Sitting with a new master, Yu Qian, who was grinding ink and carrying a pen to record.

There were already several witnesses in the hall, and they were chattering and wondering what to say. When Zhu Wenkui came, the yamen runners on both sides all beat the killing sticks in their hands, and then they became quiet.

Most of these people have no fame and honor, so they naturally have to bow down when they see officials, but two or three young people stand up with their heads raised.

"This is, if you have passed the exam, you will be a scholar or a juren."

Zhu Wenkui asked casually, but he didn't intend to make a detailed investigation, but these young people were extremely arrogant.

"I won't worship you if I don't have any fame."

Hey, good guy, there are a lot of thorns.

Zhu Wenkui was intrigued and asked.

"Then I really want to ask, why don't I worship?"

So these young people started talking, actually introducing their respective family backgrounds.

In a word, the chief clerk of a mere punishment room is not qualified to let them worship.

"Is this a witness?"

Zhu Wenkui looked at the document leading the team to find someone in confusion, and the latter smiled bitterly: "It is indeed a witness to the case that day, but he is a partner who had dinner with Zhang Dongsheng."

The defendant's?

That's a big deal.

Zhu Wenkui was too lazy to pay attention to these guys, and waved his hand: "If you don't accept the official position, you will be ignorant and arrogant. Pull it out from the left and right, and then hit twenty killing sticks first."

"You dare!"

A few young people are still making trouble, so the yamen runners in this hall can’t care about the background of these things. The real god is sitting in this hall.

So they caught the people in groups, and soon after, the muffled sound of sticks and a series of painful crys sounded.

"All get up and answer while standing."

After driving away a few flies, Zhu Wenkui felt much better and began to look for the main owner.

"Who is the shopkeeper of the restaurant?"

A middle-aged man responded carefully.

"Then Ma Xiaobao is the waiter in your store. Tell me to tell me what happened that day."

The shopkeeper was a little nervous, swallowed a few times before trembling and replied.

"Sir, I know nothing. The little man was busy in the kitchen that day. When I heard a noise outside, when I went out to see, I saw Ma Xiaobao lying on the ground, rolling with his legs in his arms, so I quickly took the person to the clinic, but I saw nothing else."

Zhu Wenkui's eyebrows were locked up immediately.

Zhu Wenkui didn't even need to investigate the authenticity of this testimony. Just looking at the shopkeeper's expression, he knew it was nonsense, so he was too lazy to ask again and turned to look at others.

But the answers received were surprisingly consistent. No one said that Zhang Dongsheng was seen hitting people. He only saw Ma Xiaobao and Zhang Dongsheng quarrel and pushing each other. Then Ma Xiaobao lay on the ground and rolled around wailing.

The incident of beating people has never happened, let alone Ma Xiaobao's words, he took the bench and greeted his legs to his legs.

At this moment, the killing stick outside was over. Several arrogant and arrogant young people limped in and started crying on the ground.

"Shut up!"

Zhu Wenkui, who was in a bad mood, shouted, stopped the grievances of several people and asked.

"Tell me what happened that day, and I dare to say something falsely, and I will make you lose my mouth."

The young people were so scared that they were confused, but they still said something that surprised Zhu Wenkui.

"It was the waiter who saw Zhang Dongsheng getting drunk and wanted to steal Zhang Dongsheng's waist bag. He was caught. Zhang Dongsheng wanted to turn the waiter over to the government. The waiter did not do anything and took off a bench leg and broke his calves. When he was lying on the ground, he said he wanted to cheat Zhang Dongsheng."

How clumsy, full of perjury of loopholes.

Zhu Wenkui's eyes were so angry that his eyes were pissing fire. He was about to slap the table and was furious when he saw Yu Qian shook his head beside him, and then he endured it.

"Do you know that perjury is to be jailed and imprisoned."

"We definitely dare not deceive the officials, so we should be a secret official."

The word "Master" is generally used as a title for servants, servants or ordinary people to face officials, or the honorable title for young people to the elderly. For example, county magistrates, prefects, governors and other chief officials are in the yamen, and other colleagues will call their titles, such as county magistrates, government magistrates, and vassal states.

The word "Grandman" is not added to this title.

Zhu Wenkui was the chief clerk of the punishment room. He was in charge of criminal proceedings and was in the court to investigate cases, so he was called the official.

These young people who have no fame should call Lord Zhu Wenkui, not the officials. Calling the officials means that they look down on Zhu Wenkui, a small chief clerk.

"As they said, write a confession and write a note."

He could not torture the witnesses and confessed them. These people were unwilling to say that, and Zhu Wenkui had no choice but to give a heavy explanation in his heart and leave with a smile.

He felt that it was not so easy to handle this matter without revealing his identity.

Zhu Wenkui, who had just taken office on the first day, encountered a difficult problem.
Chapter completed!