Yi Changjiang, who was staring at the northern path, also seemed a little nervous. Yi Changjiang did not know Butler He. As the traffic of people suddenly increased, it became more difficult to keep a peek. According to Hou Qiang's description, people who looked like Butler He had never appeared.
"It seems to be Wen Zhang?" Yi Changjiang, who was calm and dedicated, suddenly shouted.
Fang Ling had a very good look: "That's right, it's Xiao Wenzhang."
Wen Zhang also saw us sitting in the herbal tea shop drinking tea.
I took a new cup and just filled a cup of tea. Wen Zhang was approaching.
"Let's talk about it after drinking."
"Mr. Xie." Wen Zhang finished drinking in one breath and briefly told the story.
After hearing this, I ordered, "Mr. Song, you and Changjiang, Wen Zhang immediately entered the village and said that there was something wrong with Tang Feng's identity certificate, so he asked him to go to the yamen to apply for it again."
"What if Tang Feng resisted?"
"Then take it down immediately." I sneered, "Wizhang is here, this is not difficult. Wenzhang, if the situation is complicated and send a signal at any time, Shen Mo is nearby. I think the owner of Hejiazhuang dares not openly hinder the official from handling the case."
"Yes, young master." Wen Zhang was eager to try.
"Yes, what about you, young master?" Song Chengzu said.
"I'll drink tea here, don't worry, with Ling'er, the bodyguard here, it's okay." I knew that Song Chengzu was always worried about my safety and comforted me.
"Okay, young master, we're in."
"Well, go, Ling'er, you stare at the gate."
"Brother, don't worry."
After I arranged my tasks, I immediately picked up the tea, and it seemed that I was confident that it was time to close the net. I looked up at the sky. The blue sky was high above, and the sky without industrial pollution was even more surprisingly blue after the rain, and it was amazingly new.
Suddenly, I couldn't help but remember the white pigeon that had come before. Pigeons usually live in groups. Whether it is a wild pigeon or a domesticated pigeon, it is impossible for only one to appear. If it is broken, it must be a carrier pigeon, a carrier pigeon from the north.
I was shocked and thought that this pigeon was probably the one who delivered the meal or the person in the wooden house who found something. It seemed that I failed to get the full mark in this proof question. Although I drew the correct auxiliary line, I still made a mistake at the last moment. Now I just hope that Song Chengzu and the others still have time.
Alas, if Le Lingshan was there, she would have reflected on her sensitivity to the investigation.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Fang Ling asked hurriedly when he saw my face change slightly.
"Ling'er, that white pigeon may be a pigeon that reported the news. I wonder if Tang Feng had escaped?"
"No, let alone we have been monitoring here, and Brother Shen is also monitoring Ximen."
"As long as Tang Feng put on a little makeup, it is possible that he will disappear before us with the crowd. We just guarded against the connection between Butler He and Tang Feng, but we didn't expect that they still had carrier pigeons."
"Brother, this pigeon is very ordinary. Our escort agency also has many pigeons. On weekdays, we will also pass messages through pigeons."
"Is that so? Ling'er also got me a few carrier pigeons after returning to Beijing." I sighed, "Just just now, we just wanted to wait to arrest Butler He and then go to find Tang Feng, so we didn't pay close attention to the abortion in front of Hejiazhuang. Not to mention Yao Chaohui's clever disguise technique, as long as Tang Feng brought a wig or something, or bent over, just like Yuan Ji pretending to be a yamen runner, we wouldn't find it."
"This is true, many people in the martial arts world know some simple disguise skills. Brother, what should we do?"
"It's over, let's wait here. If I had a good idea, Tang Feng had left Hejiazhuang, but Yuan Ji still gained a lot."
Fang Ling rarely doubts my judgment.
About half an hour later, Yuan Ji and others appeared in front of me. Almost at the same time, Song Chengzu also returned to the herbal tea shop.
"Young Master, Tang Feng is no longer in the village." Song Chengzu said disappointedly.
I looked at the six strangers brought back by Yuan Ji and said to Song Chengzu: "Well, take these people back to the inn first. Hou Qiang, you go and notify Shen Mo, no need to monitor it anymore. Go back to the inn to meet, Yangtze River, you can go back to the government office quickly, and send someone to Qingxi when the prefect of Jinhua immediately to find out Tang Feng, and then arrange for the yamen runners to wait outside the inn."
"Are you Hu Yun?" After returning to the inn, Song Chengzu asked.
"Mr. Song, that's right." Hu Yun replied respectfully.
"Ah, how do you know that I am Lord Song?"
"Sir, you were an official in Jinhua back then. At that time, your subordinates had just arrived at the government office and met you."
"Oh, it's almost ten years." Song Chengzu said with a slightly better expression, "Hu Yun, what happened this time? What is the involvement of Gai Zhetian's novel with you? You tell me in detail."
Hu Yun felt a little strange. Song Chengzu did not take him back to the government office, but asked in the inn. However, out of respect for Song Chengzu, he did not ask too much. He just glanced at me and said, "Sir, I did not do anything to be sorry to the court. Can I let my subordinates report to you alone?"
"No, this is Mr. Huyan, but my superior, but you just say it's okay."
"Yes, sir. This matter will start with my younger brother Hu Feng coming back."
"Is Hu Feng Tang Feng?"
"Who is Tang Feng?" Hu Yun shook his head and said.
Song Chengzu was stunned for a moment and said, "Oh, Hu Yun, you continue."
"Sir, my younger brother Hu Feng suddenly disappeared more than ten years ago. My mother and I inquire from many sources, but there was no news. Over the years, we have gradually forgotten. Until the day before Gai Yaotian died, Hu Feng found me. I was extremely excited at that time, and left Hu Feng, lived at home, and made an appointment to go back to my hometown to meet my old mother after handling official duties the next night. That night, my younger brother and I drank old wine all night. Hu Feng told me about his experience over the past ten years. More than ten years ago, Hu Feng went up the mountain to collect herbs, accidentally got lost, and walked in the mountain for several days.
Instead of coming out, he went further and further. Later, he accidentally fell into the mountain stream and was rescued by the doctor who went up the mountain to collect herbs. The doctor saw that my brother was quite talented in medicinal materials, so he brought it back to Qingxi. Hu Feng hit his brain when he fell and lost some of his memory. Under the doctor's slow conditioning, he finally recovered his memory two years ago. Unfortunately, the old doctor got a serious illness and was bedridden. Hu Feng was grateful for his life-saving grace and served him. Until recently, the old doctor died, he returned to Jinhua."
"Amnesia?" Fang Ling asked.
"Yes, girl, my brother does say that." Hu Yun continued, "Later, when I asked Hu Feng about his future plans, maybe because he had drunk some wine, Hu Feng was talking nonsense."
I asked with interest: "What did you say?"
Hu Yun's voice lowered and said a little timidly: "My younger brother Hu Feng, he said that the world is getting worse and worse now, with Mongolia peeping outside, and the court does nothing, so that the territory is shrinking. If the Mongols invade the south again one day, the Zhao Dynasty may no longer be able to defend its territory, and we will all become slaves of the country."
Song Chengzu's face changed drastically. He glanced at me secretly and said angrily: "Stop talking, it's simply nonsense."
I smiled and said, "Mr. Song, let Hu Yun continue."
"These are all Hu Feng's wine talks." Hu Yun nodded and continued, "He also said that our dynasty is also full of holes in the interior. There are tyrants on the top to seek pleasure, and treacherous ministers on the bottom to control the dynasty."
As soon as I said this, Song Chengzu, Yuan Ji and others stood up together, glared at him, and waited for my order to tear Hu Yun to pieces.
I quickly glared at them and said, "Sit down, Hu Yun, say your brother's words without any omissions. I will take care of you."
Hu Yun glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, and continued to talk.