Zhao Ce had just returned to the room.

Su Caier leaned on the bed, waiting for him while dozing.

When he saw him coming back, he asked softly: "Honey, have you done your business?"

Zhao Ce sat down and held her hand and squeezed it.

"It's not over yet, you go to bed first, I'll have to go out later."

Su Caier was fighting with her eyelids, and she muttered in a low voice: "I'm not sleepy, I'm waiting for my husband to sleep together."

Zhao Ce smiled and touched her face.

The room fell into tranquility for a moment.

Su Caier couldn't resist her sleepiness and slowly fell asleep.

At this time.

There was a sound of running outside.

"Marty..."

A man shouted softly outside.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Ce thought, will the result be so soon?

Zhao Ce gently put Su Caier's hand he was holding onto the quilt, stood up and walked out.

"how?"

When the Jinyiwei outside the door saw him coming out, he whispered: "Marty, the man who was guarding just now said that the one named Yan was almost out of reach."

Is this almost impossible?

Not to mention the Jinyiwei, Zhao Ce felt that it was a bit too fast.

He took the people and walked quickly to the closed room.

Then I heard the popular Ruoyusu inside say, "I, I've called it..."

The Jinyiwei beside Zhao Ce stared at Zhao Ce in shock and looked at Zhao Ce incredible.

Really, really OK!

There was no wound at all, and there was no need to use any torture instruments.

Just let someone hear a dripping sound, and a person who was stubborn just now collapsed in a short while and was about to make a move!

So amazing!

After being shocked, the Jinyiwei looked at Zhao Ce with an admiration.

From this point of view, their Jinyiwei's methods are still too low-level in front of Dingxi Hou!

A few candles have been lit in the room, which has become much brighter.

Lord Yan, who was stubborn just now, seemed to have washed up.

He was sweating all over and was shaking from time to time.

When he saw Zhao Ce, he said weakly: "Sir, I've called me!"

"I've called it!"

Zhao Ce nodded and asked someone to use paper and pen to record it.

Lord Yan said: "Gao, there is a small flag named Mao Zi'an, Gaojiagang."

"Yes, it's a son-in-law from my wife's family."

"He is responsible for the transportation of canals at the local port."

"On that day, his boss, the general flag with the surname Wu, asked him for help."

"Tax silver, after the tax silver docked, it was transported out with his help."

“Just right in the suburbs…”

"But I really don't know where exactly, I."

Yan Limu said everything he knew.

The feeling just now was so scary.

He doesn't want to experience it again.

After finishing the recording, the Jinyiwei next to him handed it to Zhao Ce.

Zhao Ce took a look and nodded.

"really......"

I guessed it from the beginning that it was related to this group of people in charge of the canal transportation.

How could no one know that such a large amount of taxes appeared in the local area?

If God hides it without knowing it, it must be helped by local officials.

Zhao Ce handed the confession in his hand back and ordered: "Now, take this confession and go to General Yingtian, Huoqian."

"Let him take people to find the people on the list overnight."

"Tonight, Yan Jie watched the letter out, and they may have to transfer the tax bank tomorrow."

After the arrangement was made, the Jinyiwei took the confession and went to find someone overnight.

The remaining Yan's eyes were tied to a chair, and his chest was still swaying rapidly.

He asked for confessions and did not think about living.

Now I just want to die more happily.

He said to Zhao Ce: "Marquis Dingxi, now you know what you want to know."

"It's better to give me some fun, so as not to continue to torture me..."

Zhao Ce laughed and said, "Mr. Yan may have something to do not offer it."

"The rest will be paid slowly in prison."

"Go and loosen your ties to Lord Yan."

The Jinyiwei behind him took action and loosened Yan's eyes.

He was finally able to move freely.

Yan Limu hurriedly reached his stiff hand in front of him, then opened his mouth wide and looked at his wrist, which had only traces of struggle.

Where is the blood?

The hands that had just been flowing with warm blood, only a little wet mark on their sleeves.

"this......"

“Why…”

He touched his hands in disbelief, with no trace of being cut by a knife at all.

Lord Yan looked at Zhao Ce, then looked at the Jinyiwei beside him.

Then, he thought of something and turned around suddenly.

A bucket on the ground emits a sparkling light under the candlelight.

Blood......

No blood...

No, there was no smell of blood in the room!

What he just shed was not blood at all!

It's just some warm water that has been poured onto your hands!

Yan Li turned his head and looked at Zhao Ce, completely losing his temper.

Zhao Ce curled his lips and smiled, "Mr. Yan is in prison, remember to pay the rest."

"Or else I have some other means to let you guys taste it."

Lord Yan sat dejectedly on the chair and murmured: "What, why......"

"I was fooled..."

He was deceived by a young man who was half as old as him.

He smiled bitterly.

"The young man is terrifying..."

"I was actually scared by such means..."

......
To be continued...