The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

Chi Si was curious in his heart, walked into the back hall, and saw the county magistrate following a person in a humble manner, his face wrinkled with a smile, and his mouth was flattering.

The man was wearing a purple shirt and brocade clothes.

Although he couldn't understand official uniforms, but when he saw the county magistrate bowing his head and smiling obediently, he knew that he was definitely a high-ranking official.

The dignitaries who were captured by Zhu Peizi heard footsteps and turned around arrogantly.

Chi Si immediately wanted to go back to the inn to sleep.

"They're here. Go and bring them up." Yang Huiyu glanced at Chi Si defiantly, with a playful chuckle at the corner of his mouth.

"This..." The magistrate stood humbly behind him, with a wrinkled face full of obsequious smiles showing hesitation.

Yang Huiyu glanced at him lightly, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and falcon's.

The county magistrate hurriedly obediently said: "Your Majesty, go and ask someone to bring the prisoner up." After saying that, his footsteps were unsteady, and he seemed to crawl out of the hall.

As soon as the county magistrate left, there were only three people left in the hall.

Yang Huiyu raised his head with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the two casually.

The sunlight passed through the wide open door, illuminating the hall brightly.

Qi Ji stood in the shadow of the corner between the two walls, and his warm and polite voice was the first to break the silence in the room.

"Master Yang is busy with business, why come to Xihe when you have time?"

"Not busy." Yang Huiyu stalked and said with a condescending tone, "I have nothing to do to see the excitement."

This is unbearable.

There was another silence in the hall.

From the first time Chi Si met Yang Huiyu in the Thunder Mountain Villa, he felt that the atmosphere between him and Qi Ji was indescribably delicate.

Qi Ji was poisoned last time, and Yang Huiyu went to Yinyi Pavilion to snatch the antidote for him. If it wasn't for the unusual relationship, he would not have done such a dangerous thing.

But the two of them usually have no other contact except for a few official business...

and many more!

Chi Si suddenly had a flash of inspiration, recalling the last time he eavesdropped on their conversation, Qi Ji seemed to call Yang Huiyu...Second brother?

Both of them are surnamed Yang...

But is this second elder brother called sworn brothers in the world, or are they really related by blood?

He decided to go back at night, ask questions while eating, and ask clearly.

The county magistrate didn't know what the hell was going on, he went out and never came back.

The silent silence dragged the flow of time particularly long. There was a clock in the room, and the rustling sound made the tranquility even more strange.

Chi Si moved closer to Qi Ji's ear, and asked in a voice that was not too big like a whisper, but just enough for a third party to hear: "Is he very big?"

Yang Huiyu held his head up high and looked down, turning a deaf ear.

Qi Ji hummed, and replied with the same volume: "The number one expert in the imperial court. The commander of the third rank with a knife."

"Third grade? Isn't it not very high?"

Qi Ji was silent for a while: "According to the law of Dayan, this is the highest rank of military officer in the court. If it goes up, it can only be the commander of soldiers and horses who holds a heavy army and seals the border painting world."

Those are princes and generals with fiefdoms, hereditary from generation to generation.

With Yang Huiyu's background in the Jianghu, he can only be awarded the third rank at the most.If you want to go further, you have to seize military power and plot/rebel.

However, high martial arts skills are completely different from soldiers fighting on the battlefield.

Chi Si suddenly thought of another thing: "Hey, is that Hermit Pavilion Master who pretends to be an official?"

Qi Ji frowned at his disrespectful words to Pavilion Master Hermit.

Glancing sideways at the other party, Qi Ji replied: "The Patriarch has a seal on his body."

"How many?"

Qi Ji didn't answer.

oh.True identity is kept secret.

Chi Si hummed softly in his heart, seeing him pretending to be a ghost with the disguise technique that day, he knew that he didn't dare to show his real body in front of people.

But thinking about it, being able to command the Yinyi Pavilion, the official position will not be under Yang Huiyu.

"What about Sister Meng? Sister Meng is also an official?"

Judging by Qi Meng's tone, he must have been in and out of the palace frequently.

"Hmm." Qi Ji snorted softly.

"How many?"

Seeing the other party's silence, Chi Si thought it was another one who couldn't speak, but after a few breaths, he heard the other party's elegant voice: "Second Grade."

Chi Si was taken aback for a moment.

A hereditary feudal official who hangs the seal and holds the fief? !

No, Qi Meng belongs to Qi Ji, cousin.

They are the blood relatives from Aji Niangqin's side.

Ah Ji's mother is... a noble daughter from the general's mansion? !

That is no ordinary wealthy family!

Are they all kings and marquises? !

If it wasn't for a low marriage and a well-matched family, then Ah Ji's father must be...a prince? !

If he entered the Yang family's door, he wouldn't be the son-in-law of a wealthy family, he could be a county matriarch? !

Chi Si sighed, no wonder Qi Ji had the idea of ​​killing his father and brother.

None of these princes and generals lived in peace.

He was thinking and thinking, and he didn't notice that the county magistrate had returned.

And behind him was a yamen servant, escorting a prisoner in prison uniform.

Qi Ji politely stood aside, speechless.

It was Yang Huiyu who came to ask.

The prisoner explained in detail that during the Lantern Festival, a group of them took advantage of the chaos on the street and secretly arrested a group of people who were scattered by the crowd and left alone.

This is not the first time they have committed a crime, and they have committed several cases in previous years.Last year, natural disasters occurred frequently, refugees increased, and the business of human trafficking was easy to do. The government did not have much energy to manage it, and they became bolder.

But who would have thought that this time when the boat capsized in the gutter, there was actually a noble lady among the people who came here.

In order to find his daughter back, the powerful official asked the police in the capital to dig three feet into the ground, and finally followed the clues all the way to Xihe County.

"I know these things." Yang Huiyu was condescending, indifferent and arrogant, and did not move his eyes from the prisoner.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Master Yang wants to know something," the county magistrate groveled and flattered him, "I can let the lower officials do it for me."

"Where are the other strongholds? Where is the main altar of Chiyanmen? How do you contact the buyer after you tie him to Xihe?"

The county magistrate immediately cast down his face and stared at the prisoner fiercely: "Master Yang asked you something! If you don't ask the truth, don't force me to torture you!"

"Small, the villain doesn't know." The prisoner was so frightened that he couldn't help but lie on the ground and begged for mercy, "We are only responsible for tying up people and transporting them to Xihe County, and handing them over to the incense master of the Xihe sub-altar. It’s not up to the villain to control the matter.”

"The villain speaks lightly, and the Lord Xiang does not tell the villain at all about the Chiyan Sect."

Yang Huiyu sneered and raised his chin.

The county magistrate understood and ordered the yamen servants to hit [-] big boards first.

"You, you are using lynching!" The prisoner knew a lot, and he also knew that they were in the backyard and had not been formally promoted to trial.

The county magistrate paused suddenly, rubbed his hands, bent over and knelt and smiled and asked: "Master Yang, look at this...how about we take him back first, and he will be formally raised for interrogation tomorrow?"

Yang Huiyu glanced at the county magistrate with a contemptuous smile: "Where are you taking me back?"

His gaze was like a falcon, and there was a hint of sharpness in his indifferent and sneering smile, which pierced people's minds.

The county magistrate broke out in a few drops of cold sweat, trembling in shock and hesitating: "The ground, the dungeon."

"Dungeon?" Yang Huiyu was light and calm, with a nonchalant smile as cold as ice: "Have you ever seen the dungeon? There are many officials like you in it."

The county magistrate's legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, then he turned his head and told the yamen servant next to him, "Hit me!"

Immediately, the impact sound of flesh and blood shattered, and a hoarse wailing and wail came from the hall.

After the thirty big boards were beaten, the prisoner lay on the ground and groaned in pain.

"You know now?" Yang Huiyu smiled nonchalantly.

The prisoner was out of breath and spoke intermittently, explaining everything he knew.