After a while, Zheng Hui came to his senses and shouted: "Invite people in quickly."

Qin Yuan was already far away, but he was dragged back by the servants of the Zheng family.

Waited in the main hall for a while.

A burst of hearty laughter came.

Soon, a bald old man with three hairs on his head walked in.

Qin Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Zheng Hui's hairstyle is really similar to that of his ancestor Zheng Sanfa.

"Meet the Prime Minister"

Qin Yuan quickly stood up and saluted.

"You are Welcome"

Zheng Hui waved his hand.

The two men's eyes met.

Qin Yuan felt a little strange.

His intuition told him that this person was no ordinary person.

But I can’t tell what’s wrong.

A man appeared from the palace.

Now another prime minister appears.

Qin Yuan felt a shadow covering him.

"I'm busy with work. The historian has a question. Please be brief."

Zheng Hui was very polite.

It's not like talking to a historian anymore, but more like talking to someone of the same status.

"First question, there are rumors in Shenjing that General Yue is backed by the Prime Minister. Is this possible?"

Qin Yuan asked.

This is not Qin Yuan's nonsense.

This has indeed been said recently.

Many people in the court wanted to take this opportunity to bring down Zheng Hui.

“Total nonsense”

Zheng Hui looked angry.

This is even harder for him to accept than saying that he framed Yue Tangyin.

"It seems that someone in the DPRK is slandering the Prime Minister."

"no doubt"

After Qin Yuan wrote it down, he asked another question: "Did Mr. Hai meet the Prime Minister before he wrote a letter to insult the Holy One?"

Zheng Hui nodded, then shook his head: "He did meet me, but he didn't mention the letter to me."

Qin Yuan asked a few more questions.

Zheng Hui's answers were all flawless.

Hundreds of years of officialdom are not in vain.

Qin Yuan was about to say goodbye and leave.

"Wait a minute"

Zheng Hui called out to Qin Yuan.

Clapping your hands, someone sent in a pile of glowing spiritual stones.

For a time, the main hall was filled with colors.

"I also ask the historian to say a few kind words for me in the history books."

"Then it would be disrespectful for me to refuse."

Qin Yuan looked like a philistine.

After Qin Yuan left.

Mrs. Zheng's voice came from inside: "Look at how hopeless you are, even a big historian is fawning over you."

"Female people don't know anything. History books are for future generations to read."

Zheng Hui said coldly.

puff!

Zheng Hui vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Ah, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Zheng hurriedly came out.

Seeing the blood on the ground, he was shocked and said: "Why is your blood green?"

Zheng Hui lowered his head, stunned.

Yes, why is my blood green?

Qin Yuan came to the Divine Prison again.

After handing over the voucher and the spiritual stone, the head jailer looked at him like a relative and entered.

Soon we arrived at the cell where Yue Tangyin was.

A month has passed, and Yue Tangyin's aura has become even weaker.

Even if you don't kill him, he won't live long.

Qin Yuan fed him a pill containing vitality.

After a while, he recovered a little.

At least communication is no problem.

As usual, Qin Yuan reread the contents recorded by the Prime Minister.

Yue Tangyin had no reaction.

"Is everything the Prime Minister said true?"

"true"

Yue Tangyin replied weakly.

Qin Yuan was about to leave when Yue Tangyin's voice sounded: "I know a secret of the Prime Minister."

Qin Yuan stopped and looked at him.

"The Prime Minister's blood is green"

Green blood?

Qin Yuan's first reaction was that of a plant fairy.

Then, this guess was overturned.

If it's a fairy, there's no way he can't sense it.

"Tell the emperor, little... be careful of him"

Yue Tangyin said with difficulty.

Qin Yuan was puzzled: "You have reached this point, and you still remember the emperor?"

Qin Yuan has seen many loyal people, but this is the first time he has seen such loyal people.

"If you want your minister to die, you must die."

Yue Tangyin said.

Then, he passed out.

There is no cure.

Qin Yuan said secretly.

Wait a moment, Qin Yuan suddenly remembered something.

Legend has it that the blood of Chang Hong, the ancestor of the line of sorcerers, is green.
Chapter completed!