It was dark at night, it was supposed to be curfew time, but there was a figure walking on the road paved with bluestones.
The man walked through an intersection and saw a straight figure standing under the lantern of the inn in the distance. He walked over and bent slightly towards the man.
The upright figure was a young scholar wearing a Confucian shirt. He looked at the middle-aged man in his fifties before him and whispered: "Bi Songhai, I want to use your life as a bargaining chip for my career."
Bi Songhai's expression didn't change much. He just looked at the heavily guarded black Langyuan in the distance and said lightly: "Let's go."
At this point, life and death have been clearly seen.
I just blame myself for being obsessed with self-interest and failing to stick to my true intentions.
The token engraved with the word "Zhao" tied to Mei Changyan's waist is a knife. Even if the knife is not unsheathed, its sharpness is still bright.
Now, it is the best choice to give family members some escape routes.
The two walked side by side.
The night wind blew through the alley, whistling like a whistle, blowing past my ears and disturbing my mind.
Mei Changyan suddenly asked: "You went astray back then and now you regret it? If you were an innocent official, you wouldn't be able to blow this cold wind tonight."
Bi Songhai paced slowly with his hands behind his back, looking at the plaque of the county government in the distance, and murmured: "The ups and downs of officialdom, keeping one's mind is like diving. The deeper the water, the harder it is to hold one's breath. Only a few people can actually reach the bottom of the water."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the young scholar beside him.
"Mei Xiucai, after you become an official, you should take me as a warning. Just as you said, God is watching what people do. I don't know when a young man with a token will appear out of nowhere and kill him with just a few words."
The abyss has been laid."
Mei Changyan took a deep look at the middle-aged man, stopped in his tracks, pushed his hands to the person in front of him and said, "Changyan has taken note of this."
This middle-aged man in his late fifties shook his right hand and walked slowly to the county government office.
When the county government officer saw the second-in-command in the county seat, he fawned over and moved forward, hoping to increase his presence in front of Mr. Bi.
Unexpectedly, Master Bi didn't even move his eyes, he walked straight to the big drum under the eaves, picked up the mallet and hit the drum head hard.
Several of the emissaries looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine this "Master Bi" was selling in his gourd.
After all, this Dengwen drum is not something that can be beaten casually.
Bi Songhai knocked three times in a row, and the red patent leather drum vibrated, and each blow made the officer's heart tremble.
One of the older police officers stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile: "Mr. Bi, this drum is too loud. It disturbs the people by beating it at night. If you want to hear some noise, in the alley to the west, those female prostitutes can play the piano and sing anything. Compared with
This drum sounds much better."
Bi Songhai listened to the officer's flattering words and glanced at him indifferently. He took out the crumpled document and handed it to the officer's hand and said: "The sinner Bi Songhai, I am surrendering myself today."
The officer laughed and said, "Master Bi, please stop entertaining the brothers."
Bi Songhai couldn't help but feel sad. He faced the vermilion gate, held up his hands, knelt down and worshiped: "The sinner Bi Songhai, come and surrender!"
As he spoke, he took out a book from his sleeve, placed it in front of the door, and buried his head in saying: "Bi Songhai confessed twenty-six times. As an official of the imperial court, he knows the law and breaks the law. The crime will be increased by one level. Please judge!"
When several errand boys saw Bi Songhai acting like this, they realized that it was not a joke, and all of them felt a little weak in their calves.
Fortunately, the county official heard what was said and opened the vermilion gate.
Under the flames of lamps and candles, this middle-aged man in his late fifties knelt down and moved into the county government office. He handed the indictment written by him personally, together with Mei Changyan's complaint, to the patrol officer in the county government office.
Check.
The newly arrived inspector was frightened to death when he saw the charges listed on the complaint.
Everyone in the county knew that Lord Bi of the Military and Horse Division was extremely powerful, but they could not believe that he had secretly done so many evil things that ignored the laws of the imperial court.
Collaborating with bandits, selling horses and armor privately, accepting bribes, selling officials...
These are serious crimes including beheading and confiscation of homes!
How dare he!
Nowadays, the county magistrate and the master are not in the county government office. The county magistrate is old and has long been no longer interested in official and family affairs. Fortunately, the official seals of those adults are left in the lobby, so they are not tied up in their work.
"Take the criminal Bi Songhai into custody, make a copy of the crime book, and hand it over to the police officer tomorrow to search his home. The Soldiers and Horses Department will stamp it with the county magistrate's seal, and ask the Soldiers and Horses Department to quickly go to Meigang Village to collect the gangsters."
The patrol inspector issued several orders at once, and the county government officials were a little frightened after hearing this.
The boundaries of Meishan are probably going to change.
At night, the soldiers of the Military and Horse Division hurriedly rode out of the city and walked through the streets. Many houses relit candles.
Some brave enough to poke their heads out and take a sneak peek, seeing those fat horses and well-equipped soldiers, felt worried in their hearts.
Meishan has not seen such a battle in some years. With so many soldiers and horses dispatched, could there be a rebellion somewhere?
The black-armored soldiers left the city and headed east. Following the soldiers was Old Man Mei from Meigang Village.
At the intersection outside the government office, a scholar in Confucian robes looked at the lights in the county government office and couldn't help but reach out and pat the token on his waist.
Power is such a thing, it really makes people crazy. If he wins the favor of His Majesty the Emperor in Jinling, will he be able to stick to his original intention of benefiting the people after more than ten years of ups and downs in officialdom?
He shook his sleeves, returned to the inn, packed his luggage, and left the city with a token given to him by Bi Songhai.
The journey from Weizhou to Jinling is not short. It will probably take more than a month to go back and forth by Kuaishou and Kuaishou.
I wonder if those little girls in the village will miss me.
Let's go to Jinling and take a smooth road.
Deep in Meishan Mountain, in front of a high gate of a wooden cottage.
Qin Kunyu held the scabbard on his waist and muttered in his heart for a long time.
These people in the world don't run the world properly and insist on gathering together as bandits to cause trouble to the court. Now they bother him to come and visit, which is really harmful.
Slowly walking forward, Qin Kunyu reached out and knocked on the gate of the village, attracting the attention of the bandits on duty at the village.
He shouted loudly: "Do you want to come out on your own, or should I tie you up?"
When the bandits at the top of the village heard this, they couldn't help but laugh and said, "How dare you come here to have fun, little turtle grandson?"
Qin Kunyu retracted his arm, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It seems that you like being tied up, you have a very strange taste."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and punched the village gate in front of him into pieces.
The outer wall of the village was shaky, and several bandits fell from the wall to the ground, hitting their buttocks and half-collapsed on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
Qin Kunyu stepped into the village, walked up to a bandit, squatted down and said with a smile: "I told you to come out, why do you have to suffer like this?"