In the imperial prison, the warden Di Hong looked at the prison in his hand, and his eyes were a little unconscious and murmured: "It's full, it's already full, I can't come again."

"Warner, warden..."

Hearing the rushing shouts outside, Di Hong suddenly shuddered, and an extremely bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

"What's the matter, say!"

The clerk below ran over panting and said in a panic: "King Zizai...King Zizai...He..."

"What's wrong with him?" Di Hong's eyes suddenly widened when he heard Mo Zizai's name. He asked nervously: "Have he sent someone again?"

Looking at Di Hong's terrible eyes, the little official replied carefully: "Yes...yes."

"How many?"

"Two...two..."

"two?"

Looking at the little official's two fingers stretched out, Di Hong asked afterwards. When he saw the little official shaking his head, his voice was a little astringent, "Those are... twenty?"

"No...no, two...more than two hundred..."

After saying this, the little official stared at Di Hong vigilantly, fearing that Di Hong would not be able to withstand this number, so he gave him a few tricks.

"More than two hundred? More than two hundred! More than two hundred..."

Di Hong repeated the number three times in a row, and each time he spoke differently. After repeating the third time, he fell backwards and sat on the chair, and then made a series of laughter, "Haha...hehe..."

"Warner, warden?"

Looking at Di Hong who was laughing wildly, the little official thought he couldn't stand the stimulation and asked worriedly: "Are you... okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Di Hong suddenly became furious and picked up the prison order on the table. He threw a long distance with a "wow" sound, "Damn it, whoever loves to do this warden will do it, I will stop doing it!!!"

The Zhao Prison was originally established for high-ranking officials, and it was not very large in scale. It was already amazing to be able to detain one thousand prisoners. As a result, Mo Zizai stuffed hundreds of numbers in just a few days, and the Zhao Prison had long been filled.

Now he has sent more than 200 prisoners over. Where did these more than 200 people be sent to him? Will they be locked in a cell and asked them to stack arhats?

"What, do you want to resign?"

Mo Zizai's voice suddenly came from the door. He and Tang Weilu appeared at the door at some point, looking at Di Hong with a faint smile on their faces.

Seeing Mo Zizai, Di Hong seemed to have a spring under his butt, and stood up with a "scarlet" sound, "I have seen the prince."

"No gift."

Mo Zizai looked at Di Hong and asked with a smile: "Tell me, I'll help you solve any problems when I encounter them."

"The Xiaguan just lost his composure, I hope the prince will forgive me."

Di Hong apologized to Mo Zizai in embarrassment, then glared at his minor official fiercely. The prince didn't say anything when he came, and he was not trying to make a fool of himself.

Fortunately, I didn't say anything too much, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as making a fool of myself.

"But, the imperial prison really can't hold people anymore. It's really difficult to settle the officials in these more than 200 people."

"Oh, the imperial prison is full."

Mo Zizai nodded in a clear way. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "The merchants who were locked up before are exactly two hundred. Take them out and cut them off and give the imperial prison a lot."

"This...this..."

Di Hong was shocked by Mo Zizai's words and was stunned. He had never heard of killing people to make room for the prison. This was too cruel.

"Why, killing them is not enough?" Looking at Di Hong's hesitant look, Mo Zizai thought that killing them was not enough, so he couldn't help but ask.

"No, no, killing their cell is enough."

Di Hong quickly answered, but after he finished speaking, he said hesitantly: "But it's already afternoon now, Prince."

"After afternoon? What's wrong with the afternoon?"

Mo Zizai looked at Di Hong in surprise and asked, "Why, do you have to choose time for killing people in your family?"

“…”

Di Hong was speechless. He especially wanted to tell Mo Zizai that the execution of prisoners in the Great Zhou Dynasty requires choosing time. Not only does it have to choose time, but also days, choosing a good day for killing people, and then killing them at noon. This is the formal process for executing prisoners.

Even if some prisoners are more anxious to kill, at most they are not picking on days, and the rules of killing at noon cannot be changed.

But looking at Mo Zizai's calm gaze, Di Hong didn't believe that Mo Zizai didn't even know this common sense. When he knew it, he still said so, which means that he did not want to abide by this rule at all.

Di Hong struggled for a while in his heart, and finally nodded fiercely, "The official understands, the official will send them to the execution ground."

"But my prison may not have enough staff, I don't know the prince's side..."

Seeing Di Hong so well, Mo Zizai nodded in approval, and then said without waiting for him to finish speaking: "It's okay, I asked the Yulin Army to help you. They should be better at beheading them."

"The official understands."

Since he had made a decision in his heart, Di Hong no longer hesitated. He went over and picked up the prison he had lost and then headed straight to the prison.

...

The people from the Governor's Office of the Five Army who were escorted here were a little confused. Didn't they say they wanted to be imprisoned in the Edict? Why did they stop at the Edict's door? Could it be that the Edict's prison did not accept them?

After waiting for a while without any movement, Fushan finally couldn't help but ask, "General Gu, I wonder what it means to leave us here?"

"Oh, you guys wait a little longer."

Gu Hongze smiled and said, "The prison cell is not enough, the warden is making a cell for you."

“There are not enough cells?”

Fu Shan and others were shocked. How many people have been imprisoned in the Zhao Prison these days? They are not even enough cells.

But after being surprised, they were a little confused again, "Entering a cell?" How to use the cell? Is it necessary for them to squeeze it?"

Before they could continue to ask, they turned around and saw the Yulin Army cooperating with the prison guards and arresting a large number of people and walking out.

Seeing this, Fushan couldn't help but ask again, "General Gu, did they quit the prison cell you said to be for us?"

"Yes, right." Gu Hongze nodded silently.

"Then where are they going?" Fu Shan was a little puzzled. Did he want to acquit these people just to lock them up? This is too much of a joke.

"hehe."

Gu Hongze laughed, looked at Fushan with a strange look, and said meaningfully: "They are going to be beheaded at the execution ground."

As soon as this statement comes out, the surroundings are quiet.

Fushan looked at the place where there was at least one hundred people, then looked at Gu Hongze again, and asked in a difficult tone: "So many people have all been killed?"

"Don't listen to him nonsense."

Wei Hao, who was standing beside him, looked at Gu Hongze disdainfully and said, "It's already past noon, how can you kill someone?"

"Next time to scare people, please check out Shichen and then talk nonsense."

Hearing Wei Hao's words, the people from the Governor's Office of the Five Army couldn't help but feel relieved. After all, it was too scary to kill so many people at once.
Chapter completed!