The night was dark and windy, and the dark clouds covered the moon, and the punishment department was in charge of Yuanfu.
In the inner hall, Yuan Baode was furious, kicked on the shoulders of his subordinates who were kneeling in front of him and reported to him, furious: "Trash! It's all trash! You can't even kill the damned man, blame that dog monk! Go! What a broken temple, what a well to look at! So did that singer, I just played with her, and she died, bitch! Abolition of slaves! Nothing goes well!"
"Young master." The subordinate persuaded her hard-heartedly, "It's better to tell the matter to Mr. and Mrs. Huo, and ask Mrs. Huo to beg Mr. Huo. He is the head of the company, and there must be a way to properly resolve this matter."
"No!! If my uncle found out about this, he would have to break my leg!" Yuan Baode was furious, put his hand to his mouth, and kept biting his nails, "Did you see clearly? The person who made the piece is Mu Zhiming, the son of Duke Yan, not from Jingzhao Mansion."
"Yes." The subordinate nodded.
Yuan Baode pondered for a moment, and said: "Let's wait and see what's going on. The Prince of Yan and I have no grievances or enmity, why do you want to report me? Besides, he is now helping the Xian King's party, and he must win over the forces of all parties. , then my uncle will do his best to climb this tall branch."
Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and after a while, the sky began to rain, and the wind and rain slanted, adding a chill to the silent night.
In the house of Yan State, Cai Wei and Wen Heyin stood at the entrance of the study, Cai Wei worried: "Why don't you rest, young master, where are you two? Why did you lock yourself in the study when you came back, everyone Ignore it?"
Too many things happened in one day, and Wen Heyin couldn't explain it clearly. He was anxiously clinging to the door, trying to see what Mu Zhiming was doing through the crack of the door.
In fact, Mu Zhiming did nothing.
He sat in front of the desk, quietly looking at the brocade-patterned money bag stained with some dark red blood on the desk.
Just on the way. Wen Heyin suddenly remembered what this purse was.
"It's that, Yuan Shi, the son of Yuan's family, Yuan Baode's purse!" Wen Heyin said affirmatively, "He also said that his uncle is the head of the company!"
When Mu Zhiming heard these words, his breathing suddenly stagnated.
The first five characters of Biqisi, like the five fingers of withered bones and sharp claws, slowly plunged into Mu Zhiming's chest one by one, twisting his flesh and bones, and gouging out his bones.
Because in the past life, it was the Si Hu who thoroughly investigated the Mu family's case of rebellion.
According to the will of Crown Prince Fu Qi, he led someone to copy the Mu family, put Mu Boren in shackles and put him in prison, and exiled the three Mu family members to the bitter cold land.
The Biqisi was founded by the Jin Taizu. It was originally set up to suppress corrupt officials, chaotic officials and thieves.
After several dynasties, its power and power are so high that it makes all civil servants and military generals terrified.
There is a saying that one would rather offend the Tathagata Buddha than offend the Huan Si.
Mu Zhiming asked Wen Heyin why he knew Yuan Baode, so Wen Heyin told Mu Zhiming what he experienced at the feast of honoring the king that day.
In an instant, Mu Zhiming understood everything.
In the previous life, Wen Heyin happened to meet Yuan to repay virtue at the same banquet held by King Xian.
Later, the Mu's house was raided by the Huan Si. Wen Heyin remembered the incident of picking up the brocade-patterned purse that day, and remembered that Yuan Baode mentioned that his uncle was the head of the Husi Si, so he went to great lengths to find the Yuan family, hoping that the Yuan Baode De Neng saves Mu Zhiming's life.
He said: "As long as you save my young master, I will do anything.
So, in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, in the cold alley, the shirts are broken, the whimper is hidden in the sound of snow falling and frost falling, whoever has a cracked mouth but smiles, is covered in wounds but does not read the pain, just thinking: This will definitely save the young master from the pain of exile. Bar.
later later... .
The peaches and apricots are soaked in the rain, the day when the fragrance is full of spring.
The boy in the indigo blue bodyguard was holding a bird's egg in his hand, and his body was blowing into the house like a strong wind, and he laughed loudly to Mu Zhi: "Young master called me? I just picked out the bird's egg from the willow tree in the courtyard. !"
At the entrance of the study in the Duke Yan's mansion, Caiwei asked Wen Heyin, who was clinging to the crack of the door and looking in hard: "Did you see anything?"
Wen Heyin took a step back, discouraged: "No, I can't see anything."
Caiwei thought for a while, then went to the back kitchen to bring a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cheese and a pot of hot tea, and handed it to Wen Heyin: "Go, send it to the young master, persuade him to go to bed earlier, at least if he can't be persuaded. You can't let the young master go hungry."
"Okay." Wen Heyin nodded, took it and knocked on the door of the study. "Come in." Mu Zhiming's voice came, Wen Heyin pushed the door in response, and saw that the study was dimly lit, only two candles were burning in front of the desk, and Mu Zhiming was sitting in front of the desk, on the table was Looking at the brocade-patterned money bag they found today.
Mu Zhiming heard that Heyin was carrying pastries and tea, and said with a smile, "Sister Caiwei asked you to bring it."
Wen Heyin nodded, put down the pastry and tea, and asked, "Master, why don't you rest?"
Mu Zhiming replied, "I'm thinking about things."
"What else are you thinking about?" Wen Heyin said, "Isn't the case solved? We will hand over the money bag to Pei Hantang tomorrow morning and let him go and arrest the culprit, and everything will be settled!"
Mu Zhiming hesitated: "But"
Wen Heyin: "But what?"
Mu Zhiming raised his head and looked at Wen Heyin: "But Jingzhao Mansion, do you really want to arrest people?"
Wen Heyin was puzzled: Huh? The evidence is conclusive, why not arrest
Mu Zhiming let out a long sigh: "Ah... The murderer's uncle is the head of the powerful gangster, Huoxing, who is a ruthless dictator. He was the emperor's personal guard and won the emperor's reputation. Appreciate it highly. If this matter gets into trouble, whether it's because of blood or because of his own face, Huoxing will never allow the murderer to be arrested. Does this Jingzhao Mansion really dare to oppose Si Yu? This murder case, Seriously, won’t the big things be reduced to the small and the trivial things to be nothing? If this evidence is handed over, can it really still exist in the world?”
"Ah this"
Wen Heyin scratched his head, thinking about Mu Zhiming's words, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't know if Jingzhao Mansion dares to oppose Si Qi, but I believe in Pei Han"
Mu Zhiming was slightly startled, looked at Wen Heyin, and blinked incredulously.
Wen Heyin stammered, "I just... just think... Pei Hantang is a righteous person, he will not let the murderer go unpunished."
Mu Zhiming couldn't help laughing softly. He suddenly calmed down and said, "Okay, since you believe in him, Ayin, then I also believe in him. Please ask Lord Pei to talk to the mansion tomorrow."
"Yeah." Wen Heyin nodded. "That's right." Mu Zhiming said again, "Invite General Gu as well. He has worked hard for a whole day, and he must also want to know the truth of the case."