Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"Who caught me?"

Until he was sent to this room and locked up, Wu Gong didn't figure out who captured him.

But what he can be sure of is that the person who caught him was not Li Shishi's people.

Everything he had on him was taken away.

Including silver notes, daggers and a black box containing a bloody book.

Touching his torn off most of the disguise mask, Wu Gong simply dismantled it layer by layer.

The skin that had been wrapped in a mask could finally breathe freely.

Wu Gong suddenly felt much more relaxed.

"Crunch!"

The door was opened from the outside.

Wu Gong subconsciously looked towards the back and saw only a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a blue gown and holding a black box in his hand.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was suddenly startled when he saw that there was a new person inside.

However, it soon returned to normal.

He closed the door and walked to the table.

Pointing to the stool in front of him: "Sit!"

Wu Gong narrowed his eyes and sat down opposite the middle-aged Confucian scholar without much hesitation.

"What's in this box?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar went straight to the topic. Although his tone seemed calm, the aggressiveness in his words could not be concealed.

But Wu Gong is not really a young man with no social experience, so naturally he will not be guided by the other party.

"Who are you?"

"answer my question."

"Tell me who you are first!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes flashed with an impatient look, "I am Yan Ming, the prefect of Suzhou."

"What's the evidence?"

Yan Ming took a deep look at Wu Gong again, and his tone became even more unkind, but he still stretched out his hand and threw out a bronze medal: "This is my waist badge. Seeing the medal is like seeing a person, and you can't fake it.

There's no point in chatting with me here. Answer my questions honestly, and I won't be able to leave. "

Picked up the bronze medal.

The pattern on it is very precise and doesn't look fake.

Throwing the token back on the table, Wu Gong continued: "Sir, do you really want to know what is in the black box?"

"certainly."

"Then just open it yourself."

"The box is locked and cannot be opened."

"Your Majesty, you are just teasing me. I don't believe you can't open this box."

Yan Ming smiled contemptuously and said, "If there is something inside that I can't see, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?

It's up to you to tell me what's in this, right? "

"Yes, but before that, I would like to ask you to answer a question. What do you think of the Song Dynasty today?"

"I am not in the government office now and will not discuss state affairs.

Moreover, I am just the governor of Suzhou, and I feel that my knowledge is shallow. I feel that it is a blessing to be able to manage this three-acre land of Suzhou well. "

"My lord, you are humble. I am afraid that you have a bigger mission when you come to Suzhou. Jiangnan is rich, but all the industries and fields in the city are in the hands of the Jiangnan clans.

Each of these big families is as rich as the country, and their fields can be connected throughout the entire Jiangnan. For various reasons, they do not have to pay taxes, do not obey discipline, and train their own soldiers privately. They have already become powerful families.

That's why you're here, isn't it? "

"Do you know a lot?" Yan Ming put away his contempt. The young man in front of him may not be as simple as he imagined.

"My lord should be very clear about the Murong clan in Gusu."

"You are not from the Murong clan in Gusu." Yan Ming shook his head and sneered: "Maybe you used to be, but now you are wanted by the Murong clan. If it weren't for me, you would have been captured by them by now. "

"Of course I'm not from the Murong family. I'm here to help you solve your problems, sir." Wu Gong smiled enigmatically.

Yan Ming said softly and waited for Wu Gong's next words.

"My lord must be thinking, why should I, a young child like me, help you solve your problems?" Wu Gong smiled slightly, "If you really want to think this way, my lord, then I can only say that you are still too superficial. "Wu Gong suddenly stopped talking.

Yan Ming's heart skipped a beat, but there was an impatient look on his face: "If you have anything to say, just say it, and don't talk around in circles with me anymore."

Wu Gong smiled lightly: "The Murong family is going to rebel, did you know?"

"What?" Yan Ming was suddenly startled, but then he pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Alarmism is of no use to me."

"In the Great Song Dynasty, hiding armor in private is tantamount to rebellion. The Murong family in Gusu hid tens of thousands of armors in and outside the city. This is ironclad proof."

"It takes a lot of fine iron to cast armor."

"The Murong clan of Gusu is a descendant of the Yan Kingdom. A camel is so skinny that it is bigger than a horse.

The Yan State was able to gather 300,000 iron cavalry back then, but now it has been quietly accumulating strength for so many years, and it is not necessarily difficult to collect the refined iron needed for tens of thousands of sets of armor. Moreover, the Murong family was as rich as any country. There were no less than dozens of silk shops and restaurants in Suzhou City alone, and there were many industries in other places, enough to easily support tens of thousands of dead soldiers.

Sir, you are so wise.

Under your eyes, the rebels were allowed to train dead soldiers and forge armor so leisurely. But you are still complacent, thinking that you have done a good job in protecting your territory, but you don't know that you have long been treated as a joke.

Hahaha, it's too ridiculous. "

A flash of blue suddenly flashed across Yan Ming's face, and he asked viciously: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Wu Gong was certain in his heart: "It's not too late to remedy the situation. Sir, you still have a chance to make amends. As long as you strike first and take down the Murong family, it will be a great achievement and no one will remember that it was your indulgence that gave way to the enemy." Murong's family has grown to such an extent, and Murong's silk shops, restaurants and other industries will naturally become capital for your future advancement."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want half of Murong's property."

"Young man has such a big appetite," Yan Mingpi snorted with a smile, "I'm afraid you'll eat up your stomach." But he was confused in his heart, how could this young man know so clearly.

"I have always had a good appetite." Wu Gong chuckled, "Sir, this opportunity must not be missed, it will never come again.

Sir, don't you want to know what is in this black box?

Let me tell you, what is inside is a handwritten letter from the Supreme Emperor that was revealed from the Qing court. It sealed Murong Fu as King of Yan and allowed him to establish himself as the king on Liangzhe West Road.

I believe you, sir, can understand the importance of this handwriting. "

Yan Ming's expression completely changed.

Wu Gong opened the box calmly and took out a piece of white silk covered with blood writing, "Sir, you can read it yourself."

Yan Ming still had some doubts and took Bai Ling. It was not until he read the words on it that he was sure that what Wu Gong said was true.

Yan Ming's heart moved.

Although he is the governor of Suzhou.

But except for the three to five hundred soldiers guarding the city, he didn't even have a single extra soldier.

All the soldiers are in Pingjiang Mansion Jiedu's hands.

And this Pingjiang Mansion Jiedu has long been attracted by the big families in Jiangnan.

Therefore, it was impossible to mobilize troops from Pingjiang Jiedushi to encircle and suppress the Murong clan.

But now with this handwriting, he can ask the court for troops.

In addition, if there is one handwriting like this for self-reliance as a king, there will be a second one.

Does this great emperor want to give up the power of the Song Dynasty?

Just so he can be free?

Yan Ming suddenly felt endless anger in his heart.

When the Supreme Emperor was in power, he neglected government affairs, recited poems and composed poems all day long, and kept company with prostitutes. He was really despised by others.

Now he actually wrote such a bloody letter that was humiliating and humiliating the country, allowing the thieves of the previous dynasty to establish themselves as kings without paying taxes for a hundred years, and giving them tens of thousands of silver and grain every year. He just wanted to let these traitors rebel against the party to save him and restore him. He was freed and even helped to regain the throne.

Oh, after regaining the throne, continue to recite poems, compose poems and have fun every day?

Yan Ming made a quick decision in his heart.

It would be better for that Supreme Emperor not to come back.

"Sir, what are you still hesitating about? This incredible achievement is within reach. If you don't seize the opportunity, you may never encounter such a good opportunity again in your life."

"Okay," Yan Ming said immediately, "If everything is really as you said, then of course I will not forget your benefits in the end." Although he said it nicely, he was thinking in his heart, after this matter is over, The young man in front of him must be silenced.

Some things are better as fewer people know about them.

Yan Ming put Bai Ling back into the black box: "The current Pingjiang Prefecture Jiedu is Murong's lackey. Besides, I have many conflicts with him on weekdays, and he will never lend me troops.

But it doesn't matter, we hurry up and get down by boat. We can reach Lin'an in two days. But after meeting the prime minister, we can naturally get help from the court.

When the time comes, Murong's rebellious clique can be wiped out in a matter of words and laughter. "

"We, Prime Minister?"

Wu Gong repeated two words.

The next moment, he received confirmation from Yan Ming: "This kind of thing requires both witness and physical evidence. Even if I have evidence in my hand, it's just empty talk.

In the court, there are countless people who speak for the big clans. Without witnesses, they will be beaten down, so you must go with me. This matter is related to the lifeblood of the Song Dynasty, so the Prime Minister will naturally not stand idly by! "

Wu Gong frowned: "Sir, may I ask who this prime minister you are talking about is?"

"Of course he is the Right Prime Minister and Privy Councilor, Qin Hui, Master Qin!"

‘Ouch! ’

Wu Gong's eyes widened.

A'Zhu never told him that this Suzhou prefect was actually Qin Hui's disciple!

However, Wu Gong had a second thought.

The Northern Expedition hasn't started yet, so it's time for Qin Hui to take sole control.

Now that the officials of the Southern Song Dynasty want to be promoted, who is not his disciple?

However, Wu Gong is now eager to save A'Zhu and is really unwilling to leave just now.

"grown ups."

"Okay, that's it. Let's set off immediately tomorrow morning!"

Yan Ming stood up, turned around and left without any doubt.

Just as Wu Gong wanted to say something, he had disappeared.

But not long after he left, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside the door.

He frowned.

Wu Gong walked to the door and listened.

Only the sound of tearing flesh and blood was heard.

Scarlet blood splashed onto the entire door.

Wu Gong turned pale, turned around and ran towards the window.

But just after taking a few steps, a hand grabbed his clothes and lifted him up from the ground.

"We meet again, hehe, you make it easy for me to find you!"

Amidst the silver bell-like laughter, Wu Gong slowly turned his head and looked at that delicate and jade-like face, but he couldn't laugh no matter what.

It was no one else.

It's Master Li!

And then looked behind her.

The soldier in armor was the same guy who caught him at the city gate that morning.

As if he felt Wu Gong's gaze, he slowly tore off his own face, revealing a youthful face that was definitely not inferior to A'Zhu's.

It turns out that Suzhou City has long been leaked into a sieve!