The night before, Ding Shiyou and more than a dozen officers who had failed to be selected in the imperial army's general reorganization and were to be relocated gathered in a foot shop and drank and cursed.
They first talked about the hard days in the past, and each of them burst into tears. These tears, combined with the drinking of wine, soon turned into angry fuel.
Scold the boss who is mean and greedy, scold the scribe who eats people without spitting out their bones, scolds the subordinates who are cunning and disobedient, scold the shop who takes advantage of his power and refuses to pay...
After scolding them, they cried again, crying that the officials could not see their suffering, crying that the civil servants always bullied them, crying that King Jian did not take them with him despite his merits...
We scolded and cried, and when it was time for the first watch, everyone dispersed and made an appointment to scold again tomorrow.
Ding Shiyou stood up unsteadily and walked back along the street.
Along the way, I met six or seven neighborhood friends. Seeing Ding Shiyou's drunken appearance, they only dared to say hello from a distance.
Back in his small yard, Ding Shiyou had a quarrel with his mother-in-law. After a few words, Ding Shiyou beat his mother-in-law with his old fist.
His mother-in-law screamed like a pig being killed, as if she would be beaten to death in the next moment.
The neighbors who had long been used to it, out of sympathy, called out and persuaded a few times, but to no avail.
The adults screamed, the children cried, and the Ding family's yard was like a stew that overturned the pot at night.
The commotion continued for a while, and then it slowly subsided, and calm returned to the yard. The neighbors also went to sleep by themselves.
Before dawn in the morning, some colleagues came looking for them, but no one answered the door. They went into the yard and found that eight members of Ding Shiyou's family had committed suicide by hanging from the beams in the living room and bedroom.
He also left a suicide note.
"I have worked hard for the imperial court for four generations, but I was expelled from the military in the name of rectification. I had no choice but to die."
In less than half an hour, the news spread throughout the Forbidden Army officers who were waiting to be sorted and screened. They were filled with indignation and invited each other to join forces. They were gathering from various places and were on their way to Prince Jian's Mansion.
After listening to Cao Duo's report, Zhao Si made a decisive decision.
There were six to seven hundred military men, wearing jackets and straight robes, and footless or soft-footed turbans. Some of them had just come out from duty and had no time to change, so they were still wearing Fanyang hats.
They were silent, and there was an anger in their emotions. Once this anger burst out, it would be enough to burn everything. But now it was restrained by something, and it was at the critical point of breaking out.
The group of people crossed the street, and the pedestrians on the roadside looked at them in surprise, and many nosy people chased them to inquire.
Turn into Rendian Street and walk past the Bailun Tower.
The dignitaries and celebrities who had stayed up all night here last night heard the news sleepily. They opened the windows and watched with gloating. Looking over to Prince Jian's Mansion, he was shocked to see a man sitting in the middle of the intersection on the right side of the Prince's Mansion.
.
He is none other than Zhao Si, King Jian.
The officers also saw Zhao Si.
He was wearing a red robe and a Jian Wang hat, looking at the people walking by calmly.
Behind him, two people stood.
On the left, the man with pink cheeks and rosy cheeks looks like a jade sculpture. He is wearing a brocade robe, holding the hilt of a sword in his left hand, with a cold expression.
The famous one on the right is holding a long iron mace, which looks like a flag with the words "Yang Keshi" written on it.
When they were about three feet away, everyone stopped. Everyone, you looked at me and I looked at you. They hesitated for a while, and finally recommended an officer named Xu Zhiliang to speak.
"Your Highness, Prince Jian, is waiting for us?"
"That's right."
"Then your Highness knows what we are here for?"
"The matter of Ding Shiyou's family hanging themselves is just..."
Zhao Si's words made the hearts of all the officers who were listening suddenly jump up and hang in the air.
"Your Majesty, what is it?" Xu Zhiliang asked quickly.
"Ding Shiyou's family of eight either hanged themselves or were harmed by others. Their family was first strangled to death and then hung from the roof beams."
"What!"
As soon as Zhao Si's words came out, the crowd burst into laughter.
There are all kinds of chatter about everything.
Xu Zhiliang and several leading officers shouted loudly: "Quiet!"
Then he turned back and said with an ugly face: "Your Majesty, don't be alarmist!"
"Alarmist?" Zhao Si laughed a few times, "You don't understand the investigation of corpses, and neither do I. But there are people who understand!"
Zhao Si waved his hand, and Cao Duo walked out with an old man in his fifties.
"This is Mr. Xie. Eight generations of his family have been working as slaves. He himself has been working as a slave in Kaifeng Mansion for more than 30 years, and people look at him with thanks. Whether the body was a suicide or a homicide, and how it died, he only needs to remove the body
You can tell by looking up and down."
"Thank you, father-in-law, please!"
Old man Xie was somewhat arrogant. He bowed his hands and said in a hoarse voice: "Ding Shiyou's family of eight has rope marks around its neck, and the bruises have turned purple..."
Zhao Si interrupted, "Mr. Xie, what is the difference between the rope marks on the necks of people who hanged themselves and those who were strangled?"
Old man Xie chuckled, "Your Majesty is a smart person, and he can hit the point with just one sentence. A person who hangs himself will only have a half circle of bruised and purple rope marks on the lower part of his neck. A person who is strangled will have almost a full circle of rope marks on his neck.
Rope marks.”
"Well," Zhao Si glanced at everyone and motioned to Mr. Xie, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, please continue."
"It's your Majesty. There are blue marks on Ding Shiyou's wrists and ankles where he was held tightly. It should be that when he was strangled, a strong person held down his hands and feet in order to prevent him from struggling."
"Ding Shiyou's wife had scratches on her heels. It should have been when she was strangled and kicked her feet on the ground while struggling. Ding Shiyou's youngest son could tell at the next glance that he had been strangled to death.
Then he put on a rope and pretended to hang himself. The traces of strangulation, strangulation and self-hanging are all completely different. I can tell them at a glance."
After the old man Xie finished speaking, Zhao Si looked at everyone and said in a solemn tone: "Ding Shiyou's family was brutally murdered. Instead of redressing their grievances, you aggressively used his banner to cause trouble for me. You used the banner of a dead man to cause trouble for me.
, Drinking the blood of dead people, he is really a good colleague and good friend of Ding Shiyou!"
After a moment of silence, a leading officer suddenly jumped out and said, "Who knows if the murder of Ding Shiyou's family has anything to do with you?"
Zhao stood up awkwardly.
Seeing his tower-like figure and his inviolable majesty, all the officers involuntarily took a step back.
"Straight bitch, your mind is full of shit! If I sent someone to kill Ding Shiyou's family, wouldn't it be a case of suicide? Looking at your stupid looks, no wonder you didn't realize you were being used as a gunman.
!A bunch of pigs! Pigs whose brains are full of shit and don’t know right from wrong!”
Zhao Si took a big trumpet from Cao Duo, raised it and cursed at everyone.
"Do you know what the rectification is for? It's to keep you fed! If you can't fight, you can catch a thief, right? You can't be a Forbidden Army, but you can be a policeman? Look at the treatment at the Inner and Outer City Police Department. Is it worse than the Forbidden Army? No.
Dancing with swords and guns is still close to home."
"The officials and I have worked hard for you bastards and tried every possible means to find a way for you. It's better for you! If something doesn't go your way, you have to go to the door of my house and ask for an explanation! I want an explanation from your grandma!"
Six to seven hundred people were sprayed with his saliva and called pigs, but they lowered their heads like a flock of quails, not daring to reply even a word.
Zhao Si looked at these backbones and elites of the Song Dynasty army, feeling sad and angry at the same time, without any complacency in grasping the situation.
After hundreds of years, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were finally tamed like sheep. They had a natural fear of imperial power.
He first exposed the truth about the murder of Ding Shiyou's family, which made these people feel that they had made a mistake, and subconsciously felt guilty.
In this case, you won't be so tough when facing yourself.
If you are reasonable and restrained and occupy the commanding heights, you can naturally scold them so that they dare not talk back.
How can such a bloodless soldier shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting his family and country?
It won’t work without order, it won’t work without training, and it won’t work without reform!
Zhao Si took a breath and continued loudly: "I will give you an explanation now! I will definitely investigate the case of the murder of Ding Shiyou's family and get to the bottom of it. If the real culprit cannot be caught, you come here again and ask for an explanation from me.
"
Most of the hundreds of officers were unwilling to give up. At first, they only followed out of temporary anger. However, they only realized the seriousness of the matter when they saw King Jian.
What they had to face was the younger brother of the official family, and His Royal Highness King Jian, who had a high prestige in the military. Many people began to beat their hearts.
Then I heard that Ding Shiyou's family did not commit suicide, but were assassinated.
Some smart people have noticed that something is wrong.
Most people feel that since Ding Shiyou's family was assassinated, it really has nothing to do with King Jian. On their side, national law, justice, and morality do not have any advantage.
After Zhao Si agreed to find out the real murderer for Ding Shiyou's family and pay homage to the dead souls, most of them were convinced and did not want to cause trouble anymore.
But how could the few officers who were mixed in and had other missions be willing to let it go?
Xu Zhiliang hurriedly said loudly: "It is a fact that Ding Shiyou's family has been forced to have no way out by the persecution. If the persecution continues, other families will be forced to commit suicide! No, we ask His Highness King Jian to agree not to use persecution anymore!
"
He took the lead and made a noise, coupled with the incitement from other accomplices, some officers hesitated again.
"I just said it! The government has ordered me to implement this rectification method, which is to train elite soldiers and strengthen the army, and at the same time, give everyone a way to survive. I am in Chui Gong Hall, in front of all the ministers, and you three
In front of the Yamen commanders, I promised the officials that they would never let a sergeant go hungry!"
Having said this, Zhao Si asked loudly: "Do you believe this king?!"
After a while, a few people from Xu Zhiliang shouted: "We don't believe it! None of you officials keep their word!"
Zhao Si was too lazy to talk to them and made a gesture to Cao Duo.
Cao Duo blew the bronze whistle.
Four hundred special police teams poured out from the streets on the left and right of the intersection behind Zhao Si. The two rows in front were armed with shields and swords, and the three rows in the back were all armed with crossbows.
Behind the six to seven hundred officers, three hundred special police teams also emerged. The front row held shields and spears, and the two rows behind were archers.
Following the command, the SWAT team all got into battle formation, with their crossbows and crossbows cocked, ready to fire at the officers at any time. Just waiting for Zhao Si's order, the people surrounded in the middle immediately turned into hedgehogs.
I don’t know who took the lead. The officers knelt down and yelled: "We believe, we believe what the king says!" This chapter has been completed!