Chapter 7 Black Forehead

The Jinyiwei took the people to the prison of the Ministry of Justice and left. The head of the prison asked the jailer in charge to come and take everyone from the Shangshu Mansion to the prison.

Although the prison of the Ministry of Justice is large, it is impossible to put everyone in one cell, so they can only be detained separately.

Men and women are in different cells, and the master and the servants are not in the same cell.

A jailer took Ling Shangshu and others to the cell where the men were imprisoned. Ling Chu and the lady, the female relatives, were naturally locked up in the women's prison.

Seeing that everyone was hesitant and moving slowly, the jailers couldn't help but shout at everyone, and even insulted them without any courtesy.

A jailer took out the key, opened the prison door, frowned and shouted impatiently, "Hurry up, it's useless for you to dawdle. Once you enter our cell, don't think you will have a chance to get out again."

"Wait..."

At this time, a jailer with a few pockmarks on his face shouted and walked over quickly, his tall body blocking the door of the cell.

Although they didn't know what the jailer was going to do, they couldn't help but feel uneasy when they saw him looking at them greedily.

The pockmarked jailer looked at the group of women and said impatiently, "You should be sensible and hand over all the valuables on your body, otherwise I will take them myself."

The jailer who opened the door frowned and said hesitantly, "Sir Zhao, this is not good for you, right?"

The pockmarked jailer's face sank, "Ma Dalin, if you can keep your mouth shut, you will naturally get your share of the benefits, otherwise..."

He didn't finish the rest of the words, but Ma Dalin knew what he meant.

This Zhao Ping relied on his good relationship with the people behind him, and he did a lot of things like bullying prisoners.

Although Ma Dalin was a little reluctant, he didn't dare to annoy Zhao Ping, otherwise he would not have a good result.

Hearing the words of the jailer surnamed Zhao, the women of the Shangshu Mansion were shocked and angry. It was really a tiger in the plain being bullied by a dog.

They were originally the wives of high-ranking officials of the third rank, and these lowly jailers had no right to see them in the past.

I didn't expect that now, not only would they scold me, but they would also force me to hand over all the things on my body?

All the property in the mansion had been confiscated by the Jinyiwei, and now I only had these few jewelry on my body.

Although I didn't want to, I had to bow my head under the eaves.

The lady looked gloomy and raised her hand to take off the jewelry on her head.

The pockmarked jailer's face flashed a greedy look, and he quickly reached out and snatched the jewelry from the lady's hand.

Then he moved aside, opened the door of the cell, and waved to the lady casually, "Okay, go in quickly."

Then he turned his head and looked at the eldest lady and the others greedily.

Being stared at by this gaze, everyone felt uneasy, especially when the jailer stared at the girls, his gaze was not only greedy, but also undisguised and blatant.

The first and second wives were upset, but dared not speak.

They could only quietly block their daughters behind them, and quickly took off all the jewelry on their bodies and handed them to the pockmarked jailer.

Ling Chu stood behind and saw the whole scene, but she did not step forward to stop it.

Money is something outside of the body. As long as you save your life, you will have a chance to earn it back if you lose the money in the future.

Now it is considered as a loss of money to avoid disaster.

Seeing that no one dared to resist, the pockmarked jailer was proud. In the past, these nobles who were high above would not even give a look of alms to people of low status like them.

Now they have to lower their proud heads in front of him and take his words as an imperial decree.

Seeing that the old lady gave all the jewelry on her body to the pockmarked jailer, the first and second wives and several concubines also held back their anger and heartache and handed over all the jewelry on their bodies.

The pockmarked jailer took out a large cloth bag and put all the jewelry he had collected into the bag.

Those who had been given jewelry were all put into the cell.

When it was the Sixth Miss's turn, she took off the jewelry on her head and handed it to the jailer with trembling hands.

I don't know if it was because she was too nervous and scared, but the Sixth Miss didn't notice that there was still a silver hairpin on her head that had not been pulled off.

The pockmarked jailer looked around her face, took the jewelry in her hand and put it in the bag, and then quickly pulled the silver hairpin off her head.

However, no one could have imagined that after pulling out the silver hairpin, the pockmarked jailer actually touched the Sixth Miss's pretty face with his hand.

I don't know if the Sixth Miss was scared silly, but she didn't resist, but just trembled, her face pale, and let the tears fall.

Her biological mother, Aunt Liu, had already entered the cell and followed the Second Madam.

Ling Chu didn't expect that the pockmarked jailer was not only greedy for money, but also dared to molest her.

What was even more unexpected was that Aunt Liu saw her daughter being bullied, and didn't come to protect the Sixth Miss, but just stood shakily beside the Second Madam, not even daring to say a word.

Seeing that no one dared to stand up to stop him, the pockmarked jailer suddenly became bolder, staring at the Sixth Girl with his eyes, and put his dirty hands on her waist.

Ling Chu, who was standing behind, glared at the Sixth Girl with disdain.

He stretched out his hand and slapped the back of the pockmarked jailer's hand heavily, and then quickly pressed the acupuncture points on his hand.

The pockmarked jailer was caught off guard, and the dirty hands were naturally slapped away.

He didn't expect that someone would dare to stop him, and turned his head and glared at him fiercely, but he didn't expect that the girl who hit him was actually as beautiful as a fairy.

Seeing that outstanding face, the evil fire in the heart of the pockmarked jailer not only did not go out, but became even bigger than before.

Ling Chu almost couldn't help but poke his eyes out at that blatant look.

The situation was not right, and he couldn't hit anyone. He felt aggrieved, but Ling Chu would not let such a disgusting thing bully him.

"Master Zhao, right? Have you been unlucky recently? However, I see from your face that you have good fortune today and will make a fortune. Master Zhao must seize this opportunity.

I advise you not to move your hands. If you touch something you shouldn't touch, be careful that your hands will be broken, and your fortune today will be lost."

The pockmarked jailer was shocked and doubtful after hearing what Ling Chu said.

How did this girl know that he had been unlucky recently?

I don't know what happened. He has indeed lost for more than half a month recently, and he hasn't even won half a copper coin.

He collected so many jewelry today. Although he had to hand over some of them, he could keep a lot for himself. He was thinking about playing a few more games today to win back what he lost before.

However, the two girls in front of him were so beautiful that he couldn't help it.

Or, he would enjoy it first and try his luck after the next shift?

Zhao Ping had just made up his mind, but he found that the arm that had been hit just now suddenly lost its strength and was in unbearable pain.

"What did you do to my hand?" The pockmarked jailer asked angrily.

Ling Chu said lightly, "Maybe I was careless just now and used too much strength."

After saying that, he raised his hand and quickly tapped his acupuncture points.

Zhao Ping suddenly felt that his arm had returned to normal.

He didn't expect that the girl in front of him had this trick. He was silent for a while before asking, "Girl, you can read faces. You just said that I have good fortune today?"

Ling Chu nodded, "Yes, I have lived in a Taoist temple since I was a child, so I naturally learned the art of reading faces. You will indeed make a fortune today."

Getting rich is indeed true, but Ling Chu didn't say a word.

This Zhao Ping has a dark forehead, his fortune is mixed with bloody disasters, and the breath of death lingers all over his body, almost drowning him.

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