Si Tian Guan

When the iron door was about to be opened, the oil lamp embedded in the wall swung the flames, and the cold wind blowing in from the skylight suppressed all the shadows of different shapes all around.

When the flames came up again, the iron door was closed, and there was a person standing on the steps, his whole figure was blocked by the cloak, only the food box in his hand was suddenly exposed.

The jailer trotted ahead, entered another gate, brought someone up after a short while, then retreated wisely, and closed the iron gate.

Ling He went to the side and dragged the wooden table with one hand. The guards on duty often ate wine and played cards here to pass the time, making the table a mess.

He lifted the table, knocked a table of bowls and plates to the ground with a clatter, put the food box on without saying a word, and set aside the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks one by one before gesturing to the opposite side.

"I was delayed on the road for a while," his voice softened uncommonly: "Hurry up and eat before it's cold."

Rong Jiuan sat down opposite, and when he picked up the chopsticks, the iron chain in his hand hit the table, making a cold sound in the small cell.

Ling He didn't look at it, and focused on serving the dishes, but after a long time, the food in the bowl on the opposite side hadn't gone down much.

"What?" He asked warmly, and took another chopstick to taste the temperature: "It's still hot, it's all your favorite food, mother specially..."

"I'm not hungry." Rong Jiuan put down his chopsticks.

He has been here for several months, although he has been taken care of by Ling He, he has not been tortured, and even the routine interrogation was done by Ling He himself.

His voice is always faint, matching his eyebrows and eyes, even when he doesn't speak, others can imagine the tone.

"Is there any news from Jinnan Mansion?"

Ling He's fingers pinched white on the chopsticks, and then slowly let go.

"Your memorial has been handed in. I don't know whether it has been in front of the emperor, but the emperor sent someone to Jinnan Mansion a year ago, and he has returned after the year."

"What's the result?" Seeing that he didn't look at her, Rong Jiu'an had already guessed about it, raised his eyes and asked calmly: "Yin Sulai of Jinnan Prefecture praised me for my integrity, and together with Ren Rui, they believed that I was severely deducting food and embezzling food. silver?"

Ling He looked at the mottled and greasy desktop in the twilight, resisting the violent impulse.

"It's just a waste of effort to praise you for your integrity. Since he can report safety to Jingzhong Shangzhezi against his conscience, you should also know what kind of person he is."

"Fu Yin inquired about the movement in the capital, and knew that Ren Rui was involved a lot. There must be three princes involved in the mess behind him. He didn't want to get angry, so he just said that he was not sick. It was the master secretary who came forward to stir up trouble."

"He is tactful. He thinks that he is afraid that you will have a chance to make a comeback. The evidence of the accounts he gave is vague, and there is so much room for him to say that you embezzled the relief money."

"The most important thing is that the few people who came to Beijing with you have turned over their confessions, saying that they were instigated by you and took your money. I asked them several times to investigate the details, but they all insisted on it. Years ago They have all returned to Jinnan Mansion."

"Someone let go...it's just..."

If he didn't go on, Rong Jiu'an also understood - it's just that those who are willing to let go are dead.

They are weak and weak, unable to resist the torrent of power, nor can they shelter those who need protection.

"Brother," Rong Jiu'an picked up the chopsticks again, stabilized the trembling on the chopsticks by the side of the bowl, and said softly, "Bring me some paper and pens next time, and I will continue to complain."

"Ah Jiu." Ling He stretched out his hand, but when he touched the bony phalanx, he retracted as if he was burned, and the comforting words in his stomach were so ridiculous that he couldn't speak.

Ah Jiu became thinner under his nose, he couldn't say "I will try my best to rescue you", he couldn't say "no one is allowed to take you to the Ministry of Criminal Justice", and he couldn't say "If something happens to you, I will Do not live alone".

He is just a small boat that may be capsized at any time in the torrent, he is powerless, and he has a guilty conscience.

Rong Jiu'an looked down at the place that had been touched, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Brother, sir taught us that when we die, we should be grateful when we are in Zhengsheng, but now that the people who are in the middle of the world are driving away and returning, I can't be alone."

"I just hate that I'm just a scholar with no power to restrain a chicken, and I can't be that hidden hero who can kill a person in ten steps."

He gently raised his hand to stop Ling He's words: "If there is only one person in the world who understands me, it is you. I know what you have done for me all the time. Even for you, I have to fight against it."

"You are quite well-known in Dali Temple. The prison lawsuit has brought the guilty to justice and the wronged to innocence. You have saved more people. Don't give up easily."

"I know it's cruel to force you to stay alone. But..."

"If I die," he thought for a moment, then pulled the end of his hair and bit off a strand: "Father and mother... I will take care of you."

Ling He covered his eyes with his hands, and after a long time, he slowly replied: "Okay."

Because of the patronage of the elder son, Huanyi Building rebuilt the back stairs, and there was no heavy creaking sound when stepping up.

The person who came was also very careful, before pushing open the door, he dusted his body carefully, and then entered the door lightly, before the nobleman on the seat opened his mouth, he took a few quick steps and saluted to the end.

"Xu Ziwen has met the son of the world."

"They are all from the same clan, so you don't have to be so polite." Liu Chongming didn't bring anyone, so he raised it with a fan, asking him to stand up, and then nodded the chair beside him, signaling him to sit down.

"Is it going well?"

Xu Ziwen smiled shyly. He was embarrassed to sit too close, so he just sat down on the edge of the chair. He was wearing a navy blue coarse cloth gown, which was the daily attire of soap officials.

When he sat down, he lowered his head and stretched the folds of his cuffs with two fingers, and hurriedly replied: "Master Lao Shi remembers that everything is going well, the brothers inside are all very good, and the big guys are willing to help each other. It’s a good job to have some money for drinks.”

After thinking about it for a while, he added a thank you: "It's all thanks to the son of the son, and the son of the son has spent the money."

He is not too young, and has never had a regular job. He finally got the opportunity a few years ago, and he was able to go to the Jinxiu Camp to fill in an errand. Although he was a jailer, it was still a good way to work in the yamen.

But the gate of the yamen opened to the south, no matter what, the filial money had to be handed up, and it was difficult to cook at home, so where did the filial money come from?

He thought about it and found nothing to do, and just in time for the Chinese New Year, he received a post from the Marquis of Anding.

They are more or less distant relatives with the Marquis of Anding, they live together in the capital, and they would routinely receive lantern festival posts in previous years, but he knew he couldn't do it, so he just thought it was the Marquis's mansion who did everything well and just posted it casually, so he was embarrassed Go, for fear of being ridiculed.

This year, there is really no other way. I just want to fight it out. I heard that Liu Shizi's business is very big.

What he never expected was that the Shizi actually noticed his embarrassment, and sent someone to the house to inquire about the situation. Not only did the errand fall to his head smoothly, but he also had a lot of money left over.

It's just that the elder son also passed a message to him, and there was some misunderstanding with Commander Liao that hadn't been resolved. Although he didn't hang out in the officialdom, he immediately understood, and never mentioned himself and his in-laws in the Marquis of Anding's mansion in Jinxiu Camp.

Xu Ziwen is a smart man who knows the truth that no meritorious deeds will not be rewarded, so when Liu Chongming approached him for questioning, he was relieved.

Accepting help from others is a last resort, and it is the long-term solution to get closer to the son of the world if it is really useful.

"Master, what you asked me to inquire about has some clues."

He lowered his voice, wondering if it was an illusion, he always felt that there was someone else in the room, behind the screen, or somewhere else.

Liu Chongming's gaze quickly brought him together again.

"That Eunuch Pan is indeed still alive, locked in the lower cell."

"I couldn't go down to such a deep place for a while, and I chatted with the old people, saying that when Pan He first came in, Commander Liao mentioned it more frequently, but he didn't pay much attention to it when he was young."

"There have been people from the palace, and they said it was... Eunuch Yu."

Liu Chongming remained calm. It is important that Pan He is alive, but Eunuch Yu is a more important clue. This shows that they are right, and that Tilian and Pan He are indeed involved.

"Meeting Eunuch Yu, does Pan He have anything to say?"

"This..." Xu Ziwen couldn't answer, and immediately responded: "Don't worry, my son, if I try to get close to them again, there will always be something wrong."

"No rush, just take a chance." The room was silent for a while, Liu Chongming sat here, and could hear the breathing of two people at the same time: "Is there anything else? Did Commander Liao use drugs to punish Pan He? "

"No!" Xu Ziwen replied firmly.

The old jailer below is a widower, and he has no one to chat with him all year round. He has cut a few catties of meat, and he can hear a lot of words while carrying the soju.

"He said that the most poisonous thing in extorting a confession in prison is drug torture. That girl is called Bi Hongzi, and it is more difficult to ask for death than seeing blood."

"Old Guan said that he only followed a few times, and that one small bottle was enough to kill a big man in pain. It is said that no one can survive three bottles, but after three bottles, the question is whether a person can live It’s hard to tell.”

"But people are so dazed and confused that they can ask only a limited number of questions. Nodding and shaking their heads is easy to ask, and they can surely force out a sentence or two that they hide, but it is impossible for people to say one thing clearly. "

This thing may be for the Jinxiu camp, Liu Chongming didn't pay attention to it before, and never heard of it, if Qu Shenzhou didn't ask him to ask Xu Ziwen to investigate, he didn't know there was such a joint in the middle.

For some reason, when he heard Qu Shenzhou mention it, he couldn't help asking how Qu Shenzhou knew about Bi Hongzi.

Fortunately, Qu Chenzhou answered very quickly - "After Liao Guangming's death, a lot was confiscated, and I used it to torture many people", which made his beating heart calm down again, and he secretly laughed at what he was afraid of.

Looking at it now, if Bi Hongzi hadn't been used, then Liao Guangming probably only knew a little about it, and so far he hasn't been able to find the trick to pry Pan He's mouth open.

When they got to their side, they should count on Qu Shenzhou's eyes, but before that, the most important thing was how to get Pan He from Liao Guangming.

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing outside the door, Liu Chongming guessed that the person had already descended the back stairs, so he got up and walked around the screen, and couldn't help laughing.

Behind the screen, on the Arhat bed with side screens, there was a person lying with his back facing him. The big red embroidered quilt covered his head all the way, and the quilt undulated evenly, and the person underneath was sleeping soundly.

No wonder I didn't hear any movement inside when I was asking the question just now, but fell asleep.

He stared at the quilt for a while, and he couldn't get enough of the pleasing things even through the quilt, especially when he thought of King Ning's look of dying and living, he was always very proud.

This man is his.

Sometimes he would laugh at himself for not being able to concentrate. Look at Qu Chenzhou himself, no matter whether he recovered from the scar on his face or obtained this radiant appearance by accident, Qu Chenzhou was always very calm, even without The first time I was ecstatic to share with him.

In comparison, these people seem to have never seen anything in the world.

"There are many beauties in the palace." Qu Shenzhou told him so.

In all fairness, he didn't quite agree with this explanation, just look at King Ning's reaction.

He sat very lightly on the edge of the bed, fearing that the people inside would be suffocated to death. As soon as he lifted a corner of the quilt, Qu Shenzhou frowned and turned around, covering his eyes with the back of his hand, and asked vaguely: "Do you want to eat?"

Liu Chongming almost laughed angrily and took his hand off.

"When you open your eyes, you think about eating, are you a reincarnation of a starving ghost!"

Qu Chenzhou opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the unfamiliar layout around him, and then remembered where he was, lay down for a while, and then slowly sat up, pulled the quilt and pressed it against his chin, and asked, "Xu Ziwen what?" When is it coming?"

"Everyone is gone," Liu Chongming fetched tea to wake him up: "When did you fall asleep? So sleepy?"

Qu Chenzhou rinsed his mouth and forgot when he lay down, his whole body was very tired.Since he was attacked at the Lantern Festival, Liu Chongming not only assigned secret guards to guard him, but also forced him to practice martial arts.

It's a pity that his body has been bruised and purple, and he is growing up, and he can't eat enough or sleep every day.

Liu Chongming always said that raising him is almost as good as raising a pig.

"Did you say anything new?"

"Not right now, see him again when you are not sleepy," Liu Chongming pressed his shoulders with two fingers: "Lie down, let you rest for a day today, I will go to the yamen in the afternoon, after you rest enough Go back, I'll ask Zhiwei to accompany you to relieve boredom."

"Smell?"

The door was knocked several times in response to the occasion, and a timid voice said outside the door: "Your Majesty, I want to see you."

The author has something to say: Q: Is it true that no one can survive three bottles of Bihongzi?

Qu: Thank you for the invitation, I’m still here, actually I didn’t make it through, I’m recruited