In the jail of Jiangning Mansion, Mr. Cao, the governor of Liangjiang, was lying on the straw-covered ground, groaning non-stop. Although the injury had been treated, the treatment was too rough and the pain caused Mr. Cao to faint several times.
After that, although someone came to change the dressing every day, he was tortured every time he changed the dressing. Mr. Cao wanted to die.
Master Ma and Magistrate Song, who were in the cells on the left and right, were so disturbed that they could not sleep well. Each had a pair of black eyes and stared at Master Cao with deep resentment.
When Zhuo Yunfan and Feng Ziang walked in, Magistrate Song turned around in disgust and turned his back to the cell door. This imperial envoy was nothing more than that. If there was evidence, he would ask. If there was no evidence, he would not even be punished.
With this kind of ability, it's surprising that old cases can be brought to light.
Magistrate Song didn't want to be beaten, he just simply looked down on Zhuo Yunfan.
"Song Siming, does Hu Cui's matter have anything to do with you?" Zhuo Yunfan also knew that Magistrate Song looked down on him, but he didn't mind at all.
"No wonder Mr. Feng is here with us. That little baby is so cute. Mr. Feng must thank me very much." After hearing the word "Hu Cui", Song Zhifu Song Siming turned around, still with a chubby face with a smile on his face.
"Want to hear? Then I'll tell you slowly." Song Siming leaned against the wall lazily, as if what he was about to say was not his own crime.
Feng Ziang looked at Zhuo Yunfan in confusion: This Magistrate Song is not normal.
Zhuo Yunfan rolled his eyes: It's always been like this, it's a great cooperation.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
"Master Feng, under my rule in Jiangning Mansion, your business has been prosperous, your home is safe, and you have been blessed by the government. Have you ever shown filial piety to this magistrate?"
What does it mean to be "shameless and invincible"? This is it.
"Jianning Mansion invites major merchants to have gatherings many times during the holidays. If you don't want to come, forget it. You can't raise money for disaster relief. If everyone is like you, where will I, the prefect, put my face?"
"Since you don't take me seriously, of course I have to give you some advice." Song Siming said shamelessly and confidently.
Song Siming wanted to see Feng Ziang's angry look, but he was disappointed. Feng Ziang stood there calmly, without any sign of anger.
Zhuo Yunfan looked at Feng Ziang with a hint of distress in his eyes: This child must have been bullied and exploited a lot.
"Has that woman told you all? I arranged what happened to Feng Qing three years ago, but Cheng Yaojin showed up in the middle and ruined the prefect's good deeds. Hu Cui also disappeared inexplicably."
"I thought it would end like that, but who knew your Feng family was so unlucky? A month ago, when they were chasing the prostitute Lin Mufeng, they found Hu Cui in his lair."
"Unexpectedly, that woman also gave birth to a child for Feng Qing. The ironclad proof is that your sixteen-year-old Feng Qing cannot be washed clean with this dirty water." Song Siming smiled as proudly as he wanted, "Said
Is Feng Qing a victim? Can Feng Shuang Pavilion afford to be ashamed of this face?"
Zhuo Yunfan and Feng Ziang looked at Song Siming regretfully, turned and left.
Why did such a good brain grow in a pig?
Song Siming's provoking method didn't work at all, and he was even disliked by others. His chubby face tightened and he became unhappy.
Before Song Siming could digest his frustration, the cell door opened again and a person was thrown in.
When he saw clearly that it was the president of the Chamber of Commerce, Song Siming's heart skipped a beat.
Standing at the door were not only Zhuo Yunfan and Feng Ziang, but also Feng Xunyun, the sick young man of the Feng family.
Before Song Siming could finish being surprised, Feng Cangyue carried a government servant and threw him in.
"Master Zhuo, please ask for interrogation outside. Be careful of blood splattering on you." Feng Cangyue saluted Master Zhuo, her tone was calm, but it made people's hair stand on end.
Master Ma and Master Cao were brought over together.
The jailer brought two chairs over. Cang Yue Xunyun sat on the chair. He glanced at several people and pulled up a smile on his lips.
Zhuo Yunfan set up a table outside the door.
"Who says it first?" Feng Xunyun opened the box at his feet with a bang, and the various knives inside were neatly arranged.
Feng Xunyun picked them up one by one, put them down again, and finally chose a sharp knife. The knife shone coldly under the candlelight.
The few people in the prison looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said anything.
Zhuo Yunfan came back from the embankment and conducted an interrogation. Master Cao and the prefect of Song Dynasty insisted that they did not know anything about the embankment.
But Song Siming was very abnormal. On the day of the execution, he was so scared that he collapsed to the ground. After staying in jail for a few days, he became more energetic. He claimed that "the crime will not lead to death. Cooperate well and strive for leniency."
"Master Zhuo, I have said everything that needs to be said." Song Siming was the first to speak.
"I haven't said what I shouldn't say yet." Feng Cangyue said coldly.
"There's nothing that shouldn't be said." Song Siming pretended to be confused.
"Do you need me to remind you?" Feng Xunyun played with the knife in his hand.
"It's really gone. I told Mr. Zhuo." Mr. Ma spoke up for the second time.
"Since no one is willing to say anything, I will give you some tips." Feng Xunyun nodded to Chang'an.
Chang'an held a black belt and blindfolded Song Siming and others.
The eyes of the five people were filled with darkness.
There was a sound of pushing and pulling, and the officer who was thrown in was tied to a pillar in the cell.
Feng Xunyun's knife slowly moved around his face and neck.
"Your question is the simplest, should you say it or should I say it?"
"I'm just a little yamen servant. I didn't make any mistakes." The little yamen servant's legs shook with fear.
"It seems I have to say it." After Feng Xunyun finished speaking, he raised the knife, and the young Yamen servant's wrist was cut open, causing the young Yamen servant to cry out in pain.
"Don't cry. If you cry, you'll get one more knife." Feng Xunyun used the tip of the knife to lightly scratch the other wrist of the small Yamen servant.
The young yamen servant was so frightened that he immediately fell silent.
Chang'an brought a copper basin over and placed it under the young Yamen servant's bleeding wrist.
The cell was quiet except for the sound of blood dripping into the copper basin and the muffled whine of the little yamen servant.
Time passed quietly, the sound of blood drops hitting the copper basin became clearer, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.
"Fourth brother, do you think this little Yamen servant is so thin, how long does it take to finish dripping?"
"Soon."
Not long after the two of them had finished talking, there was a sound of water, which frightened the young yamen servant.
The other four people were not much better, and they always felt that their wrists were aching.
"I said, I said, I said everything." The young yamen servant cried.
Chang'an stopped the bleeding, bandaged his wounds, and loosened his ties.
The little yamen servant collapsed on the ground, crying heartbrokenly.
Cang Yue Xun Yun was not in a hurry and let him cry.
The little yamen servant finally got tired of crying, holding his blood-stained hands and said: "I am just a messenger. I delivered the letters from the prefect of Song Dynasty and the president of the Chamber of Commerce. I don't know what they are. They put the letters in bamboo tubes."
Here, I’ve never seen it.”
"Do you still remember how many times you gave it to me and when you gave it to me?"
"Remember, remember, every time you deliver a letter, there will be a reward, and I will keep it in account."
Feng Xunyun nodded to Zhuo Yunfan, and the young yamen servant was taken away by Feng Cangyue to Song Siming's study, while Chang'an went to the Chamber of Commerce.
The cell fell silent for a moment, so quiet that it made people panic.
Soon, the sound of footsteps was heard, and Chu Qi presented a small book to Zhuo Yunfan: "Sir, this is the government servant's account book."
The small book only records the date and the amount of reward money. It has no useful content, but it is a very detailed timeline.
Half an hour later, there was another sound of footsteps, it was Feng Cangyue.
"Master Zhuo, I found it in Song Siming's study."
Feng Cangyue brought back a small box. Inside the box were small slips of paper, with rows of numbers on them.
Zhuo Yunfan read them one by one, and the president of the Chamber of Commerce's face darkened little by little. Song Siming was still calm.
However, when Chang An came back and started reporting the titles of the books, Song Siming's face began to show panic. There were so many books in the study, how could you both remember them all in such a short time?
Soon, Feng Cangyue heard the familiar title of the book "Yun Meng". This book was about the story of the princess Yun Piaopiao and the prince's dream of returning to heaven. The title was inscribed by the emperor himself.
There is a copy in the study rooms of Song Siming and the president of the Chamber of Commerce.
On the seventh day of the lunar month, I quickly took "Yunmeng" from Song Siming's study.
Zhuo Yunfan compared a piece of paper and looked it up in "Yunmeng", including the page number, which line, and which word. Soon, the translation of the piece of paper was completed.
"Early tomorrow morning, we will catch Feng Ziang at the Chengnan Inn."
Hearing these words, the chubby face of Song Prefect Song Siming could no longer smile. His face was full of disbelief: Is this speed reasonable for you? This is a method I came up with after thinking about it for a month.