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After listening to Song Yu's words, Hong Lingquan was thoughtful and nodded in praise:

"What Brother Song said is absolutely true. Your words reminded me."

After a pause, Hong Lingquan said again:

"I'll leave this matter to you. You have to be careful and don't be late."

"As ordered," Song Yu bowed, and then ordered someone to fetch wooden shackles and put them on Yu Wuyang.

Xian Qinhou had never experienced such suffering. He was so frightened that he was trembling and unable to speak. He just obeyed Song Yu's instructions and walked down the hall.

Song Yu took Yu Wuyang to the prison. Instead of sending him to a cell, he quietly took him to a small thatched hut next to the prison kitchen. There were a lot of straw in it. It was usually not used. It was only occasionally used on rainy days. Use it to cook.

This place was very secluded, and if he didn't want to attract anyone's attention, Song Yu stuffed Yu Wuyang's mouth with another piece of cloth to prevent him from shouting.

Then, Song Yu ordered a policeman who followed him to lock the door firmly and leave first.

Every meal will be delivered by Song Yu personally. If he has something to do and cannot come, he will be entrusted to a reliable old fireman to handle it, as long as he does not starve to death.

At this time, Hong Lingquan, Leng Fengye, Xiao Jie, Li Yuntian and others, as well as three squads of government officials, a total of more than 20 people, came to the Xianqin Hou Mansion to conduct a search.

During this search, countless gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin, jewelry and antiques were found.

Hong Lingquan ordered his people to go through them one by one and add them to the list. These were all plundered by people, and it was not difficult to see what kind of arrogant and luxurious life Xian Qinhou lived. After the onlookers saw it, they all waved their arms. scold him.

After further investigation, it was found that there were only more than forty servants, wives, and maids left in Yu Wuyang's house. It was like a tree fell and the hozenes were scattered. Those usually vicious thugs had already escaped, hid, and ran away, and they had long disappeared.

The old monk who was in court that day, Xiao Zhuge, Shen Pingping, the martial arts teacher and several concubines are also missing, but Yu Wuyang's first concubine has not escaped yet.

However, now she is no longer wearing a phoenix crown and a rich pink and white dress, but is wearing light clothes and plain clothes, with tears in her eyes, and she still looks charming.

Hong Lingquan called her and said:

"Your official has a serious case and has been imprisoned. However, this has nothing to do with you. Of course, when your testimony is needed during the trial, I will call you to the court again. I hope you will not defend him. In addition to leaving you in the Hou Mansion, The several wing rooms for living outside will all be sealed, and all extremely valuable items will be sealed by my official until I make a decision later."

The lady nodded in agreement and cried bitterly:

"I've been following this guy for a few years, but I've never had a single day of happiness. He deserves it."

Hong Lingquan ordered her maid to help her back to her room.

At this time, Xiao Jie and Li Yuntian found more than 40 beautiful girls who had been robbed from Wangyue Tower in the backyard.

As expected, Old Man Liu Yun's daughter Xiang'er was among them. When they were brought to Long Baoshan, they saw that some of these girls were disheveled, with disheveled hair, some had haggard faces, and some had tears in their eyes. Because he had been whipped, he was scarred early on, so he walked with help.

Seeing this, Hong Ling asked sympathetically:

"Were you all robbed?"

The girls nodded and agreed in unison.

Hong Chenchen asked people to put them into the roster one by one, and then said:

"You are free. I have captured the prince Xian Qin. Those of you who have families will go home, and those of you who have relatives will seek refuge with relatives. If you have no relatives or friends, I will find you a place to rest for the time being. We will make plans in the future. .”

These women burst into tears of gratitude and sobbed one by one.

"Come here," Hong Lingquan ordered again:

"Each person will be given a gift of ten taels of silver, and let them settle down on their own."

Xiao Jie and Li Yuntian took the money and distributed it to these poor girls. After they thanked Hong Lingchen and thanked Hong Lingchen, they left the house.

Finally, there was one woman left who was still sobbing. Hong Lingquan saw her and asked:

"Girl, why don't you leave?"

"I heard that my father hanged himself and my daughter has no place to stay."

"Aren't you Xiang'er?"

"Exactly, why do you recognize the little girl?"

"Your father is not dead. I saved him. Go home quickly. He has been waiting for you for a long time."

"It's true." Xiang'er couldn't help being surprised, and immediately turned from worry to joy, and said:

"You are our savior, how can we repay you?"

"Let's go quickly. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I don't want anything in return. I just hope that you and your daughter will be reunited and live in peace in the future."

"Thank you, my benefactor," Xiang'er said, wiping her tears, turned and left.

Hong Lingquan sealed up the Xianqin Hou Mansion and posted notices, allowing people to continue to complain.

Those who heard this were overjoyed and rejoiced. Many people rushed to the Chenghuang Temple to burn incense and thank the Gods and Bodhisattvas for their blessings. They brought blessings to the heavens and brought the reincarnation of Bao Gong to Huai'an, and the people finally had a chance to prosper.

In the following days, there was an endless stream of people complaining, and the papers were like snowflakes, coming from all directions.

This time Hong Lingquan was so busy hearing the complaint day and night that he forgot to sleep and eat all day long. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes were red, and he was getting thinner day by day.

Late one night, after the banger struck the third watch, Song Yu was on patrol. Seeing that the lights were still on in Hong Lingquan's room, he quietly walked in and worriedly advised:

"Sir, it's time to rest. You're going to be exhausted. Then Yu Wuyang's case won't be so easy to solve."

Since they captured Yu Wuyang, Song Yu and Leng Fengye also stepped up their guard at the government office. Not only did they increase the number of patrols, but they also took turns following him every night.

That night, Hong Lingquan wrote a letter to Zuoban Prime Minister Li Chaozhong, explaining Yu Wuyang's case in detail, and also drafted a memorial to the Holy Emperor, who asked Prime Minister Li Chaozhong to forward it to the emperor. , the Ming Dynasty attached great importance to righteousness and wanted to eliminate relatives and punish Yu Wuyang for his crimes.

The next day, Hong Ling sent a confidant from Quanzhou to ride a fast horse directly to the capital.

More than ten days have passed. Seeing that the messenger failed to return from the capital, Hong Lingquan was naturally burning in his heart and had trouble sleeping and eating every day.

When Leng Fengye and Song Yu were worried about Hong Lingquan's health, they were also worried about his safety and never slackened off on patrol and sentry duty.

This morning, everyone did not see Xiaobao show up. Looking at Master Hong's house, the door was not opened, which was a little strange.

Song Yu was about to knock on the door and wake them up, but Leng Fengye quickly dissuaded them:

"Sir and Xiaobao, they rested very late last night. They must be very tired. We might as well let them sleep a little longer. Don't go out in the morning. If there is anything important, please wait until you get up to report it."

"Brother Xian is right, then don't alarm them first," Song Yu agreed after hearing this.

However, it was already past breakfast time and Mr. Hong and Xiaobao could not be seen coming out.

This time, Leng Fengye also began to feel a little strange, because he knew that Mr. Hong had never gotten up so late before, and he had no habit of snoozing.