Chapter 580: The situation spreads

Resistance was meaningless. The people in the room held a meeting and knelt down one after another, waiting to tie them up. Zhang Tongru was tied up like a rice dumpling. His face was ashes, and his eyes were full of despair. Hu Peiyun sneered and waved his hand. The soldiers sealed their mouths, put them in a sack prepared in advance, and carried them out.

At this time, a soldier stepped forward and whispered a few words to Hu Peiyun. Hu Peiyun was stunned and immediately turned around and went out. He quickly walked up to the top floor. He saw more than a dozen soldiers surrounded by a small house in the corner. The two soldiers took out a white and fat middle-aged man. It was Gu Wen, the shopkeeper of Qiancui Tower. He was covered in black and blue and obviously beaten by the soldiers.

"It turned out to be the shopkeeper Gu. If the shopkeeper Gu doesn't take care of the business, why are you hiding here for doing?"

Hu Peiyun mocked him a few words, Gu Wendao looked angry and said nothing, turning his head away. The inner guards came too fast and were arrested before he could burn them.

An officer came forward to report: "Report to General Hu, we found that he was hiding in this room and burned the documents, so we rushed in and subdued him."

"What did he burn?"

"He only had time to burn down one list, which was the one we found from Xu Yingjie's mansion, and we seized the rest of the documents."

Hu Peiyun smiled and shook his head at the big shopkeeper, walked into the small room. The small room was filled with messy documents. There was a stove in the corner. The fire in the stove had been extinguished by the soldiers with water. There was only a small roll of cigarette ashes in the stove. Obviously, only a piece of paper was burned. A list of burnt most of the fire was hung on the edge of the stove. Hu Peiyun picked it up and looked at it. It was the list found in Xu Yingjie's home, and the information was not as comprehensive as that in Xu Yingjie's home. There was only a name but no address. This should be the most important information for them.

Hu Peiyun put down the list and his eyes fell on a sandalwood box next to the stove. The box was opened and the lid was slanted on the box.

Generally speaking, sandalwood boxes can be moth-proof and are often used to hold important documents. This sandalwood box is placed next to the stove. Obviously, Gu Wen was eager to burn the things inside the box. Maybe the list was taken out of this sandalwood box.

The sandalwood box was quite large, one foot wide, three feet long, and seven inches thick. A soldier stepped forward and carefully picked up the box and presented it to Hu Yunpei. Hu Yunpei uncovered the lid and saw a thick stack of letters and two volumes of maps inside.

Hu Yunpei picked up the letter, and there were about sixty letters, tied with red thread. He flipped it around casually, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

‘The doctor of the Ministry of War, Song Qian, presented the commander-in-chief of Yan Wang An.

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‘The Dali Shaoqing Zhao Yuan respects His Highness the King of Yan.

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These letters were actually letters from court officials colluding with An Lushan, and also written letters from An Lushan to various officials. Hu Yunpei snorted heavily, and he opened another volume of map, and was stunned. Then anger ejaculated in his eyes. This volume of map turned out to be a detailed picture of Taiyuan Bingma City Defense.

The matter was very serious, and Hu Yunpei immediately ordered: "A comprehensive search of Qiancuilou and take all these documents away."

He hurried downstairs with the sandalwood box himself, and then ran towards Li Qing'an's Marshal's Army.

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Two hours later, a storm-like capture finally came to an end. An Lushan's spy in Chang'an was arrested in all places. His intelligence agency was completely destroyed. The gates of Chang'an's city gates were opened again. The streets and alleys gradually restored order. Various discussions flew in Chang'an City. The Grand Marshal's Mansion immediately issued a pigeon ban order. In the Gyeonggi Province, Longyou Road, Guannei Road, Dugi Road, Henan Road, and Hedong Road, it is strictly forbidden to breed pigeons and falcons among the people. Any violators will exil to Lingnan for suspected cooperation with the enemy, and their family property will be confiscated. At the same time, private reports will be encouraged. Those who report the report will receive a reward of 100 cents of yuan.

But soon, the pigeon ban was expanded. Not only were the people prohibited the raising of eagles, but other government agencies, including county and prefectures, also prohibited the raising of eagles. The problem lies in the fact that officials had affair with An Lushan from Qiancuilou.

On the night when the spy An Lushan was arrested in the whole city, an impeachment list was sent to the Censorate. This was a search of letters between them and An Lushan from Qiancuilou. The evidence was conclusive. Thirty-four middle and low-level officials, including Song Qian, the doctor of the Ministry of War, and Zhao Yuanwei, the young minister of Dali Temple, made a decision. The Political Affairs Hall held a meeting overnight to immediately remove the 34 officials and arrest them, and handed over to the Ministry of Justice, the Censorate, and the Dali Temple for a meeting of the Grand Third Division to investigate the remnants of the missed network.

The gate of Chang'an City was closed again, and teams of guards were running in the dark, "Click!Click!Click!" The footsteps were neat and powerful, and the soldiers were fully armed and murderous intent. Many people secretly opened a crack in the window and peeked out, and the whole family was quietly talking.

"Sanlang's father, who are you catching again?"

"Shh! Sigh quietly, haven't you seen it? The mansion of Langzhong Song opposite has been surrounded, and it is probably cleaning up the officials."

"What should I do?"

"Well! It's all about us little people. Let's just sleep and have babies, go and go to bed."

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Around the mansion of Song Qian, a deputy chief of the Ministry of War in Changxingfang, more than 300 inner guard soldiers surrounded the mansion. The fire was shining, and several soldiers rushed up to knock on the door, "Bang! Bang!" The sound was fierce.

"Who!"

The door creaked open, and a man who looked like a housekeeper poked his head out and saw a torch outside and hundreds of soldiers standing outside the door. He shivered in fear and stammered, "What are you... what are you going to do?"

An official from the Ministry of Justice stepped forward and said, "Please come out and speak!"

Song Qian, a doctor in the Ministry of War, was about 40 years old. He was from Jiangning County, Yangzhou. He was a Jinshi in the fifth year of Tianbao. He was a disciple of Zhang Yun. He was promoted by him. Ji Wen, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, did not harm him after he was demoted. Instead, he was promoted to a higher level due to Ji Wen's resignation and was promoted from Yuanwailang to Fang's doctor in the Ministry of War. He had many military secrets in the hands of the Tang Dynasty, such as military maps of various strategic regions. Because of this, he was the target of An Lushan's focus. Through Ji Wen's relationship, An Lushan successfully won him over with a heavy bribe of 20,000 yuan.

His map is usually handed over to Qiancuilou and transferred from Qiancuilou to An Lushan. According to the importance, each map is paid to him from three thousand to five thousand guan.

From the afternoon of the city's closed-door search, Song Qian realized that it was not good. He immediately found twenty deposit tickets that existed in the Chang'an Wang Baoji Cabinet, totaling 50,000 guan. He immediately ordered his eldest son Song Ju to take these deposit tickets to Wang Baoji Cabinet to transfer money and transfer the money to Wang Baoji Cabinet in Yangzhou.

But his son brought back a bad news. Starting from the city's search, all major cabinet shops in Chang'an City closed down at the same time. They received an emergency order from the inner guard that all cabinet shops were not allowed to hold any tickets for business.

No cabinet shop dared to disobey the orders of the inner guard. Once they were labeled as colluding with the enemy, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, no matter whether Song Qian's eldest son had worn out his mouth or even threatened to raise all the money and deposit it to Wang Baoji's competitor's house, Wang Yuanbao, the boss of Wang Baoji's cabinet shop, refused to nod. These cabinet shops have a high political awareness and would never cut off their money prospects at this sensitive time.

Song Qian's son returned in disappointment, which made Song Qian even more like an ant on a hot pan. Just as the city gate was lifted, Song Qian immediately ordered his confidant housekeeper to secretly escape from Chang'an City with his beloved concubine and the youngest son born to him. If the Song family was not safe, he could still have a lineage of fireworks in the world.

"Master, something is not good!"

The second butler ran over like a gust of wind and shouted in horror at the door: "There are countless troops outside that surrounded our mansion."

‘Bang!’ The teacup fell from his hand and was crushed. At this moment, Song Qian's heart was let go and fell into the abyss. Although he knew that this moment would come sooner or later, when it really came, his heart seemed to be dead. He stared at the wall blankly, and endless despair surged in his eyes.

After a moment, Song Qian sighed softly and said, "Please wait for a while and allow me to change my clothes."

He walked to the table and picked up a pen to write a text message to Li Qing'an: "I am obsessed with profit and committing a serious crime. I will die if I am a good family. I can let His Highness deal with it. The stolen money I have obtained is 53,400 yuan, and I donate all the money I have to the soldiers of the three armies to redeem the crimes I have behind me. The thirteen copies of the map I have sold are as follows: Taiyuan Military City Defense Map; Xiangzhou Military City Defense Map...."

After writing the text message, he took off his official uniform, folded it neatly, and placed the 50,000 yuan note and the text message on the desk. He breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the shouts of soldiers and the crying of his family came from afar. Song Qian smiled miserably, and his eyes fell on the beam on the roof.

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With a 'bang!', the door was kicked open, and a large group of guards broke in. The cold wind whizzed in the room, the candlelight was about to fade, and a white figure swayed in the air.

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To be continued...