surnamed Wang

In the lobby of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Wang Yijing lost the spirit of yesterday, and was sluggish, as if she had been beaten by frost.

In order to deal with him, the official in charge specially invited the supervisor of Qin Tianjian. When the real person in his forties came in person, he did not believe that this young man would practice qi training in heresy ways.

When practicing qi, regardless of righteousness or evil, you must have bright eyes and a long breath, and the one in front of you is panting like a broken bellows, and you are afraid that you will die of exhaustion after walking a few steps. At first glance, you can linger at the fireworks site, wandering without any sense of restraint son.

This is the case when a monk suddenly loses his cultivation base. No matter how good his spirit was before, he will be like a consumptive ghost. Don't try to recover within ten days and a half months.

Seeing that the Daoist Daoist didn't believe it, and the executioner didn't scribble on it, he raised his hand and threw out two red-headed sticks, and said, "Don't spare any effort."

The two officers broke several sticks yesterday, and their shoulders are still sore today. Hearing what the adults said, they complained in their hearts, but they didn't dare to be lazy and play tricks. They spat on their hands and smashed them down with their arms.

After all, Wang Yijing was stubborn, and went down with the stick three or four times in a row, without humming. The officials of the Ministry of Punishment looked at the supervisor of Qin Tianjian, and the meaning could not be more obvious. The latter had a strange face, and raised his hand to signal the two to stop.

Looking at the already bloody Wang Yijing, the Taoist who is used to seeing the world frowned deeply, hesitated again and again, and said:

"Lord Song, although it is inconvenient for Pindao to intervene in the affairs of the Ministry of Punishment, I still have to remind you that there is a god standing above your head. Even if he commits an unforgivable capital crime, he should be dealt with according to the law. If you order him to be killed Until death, I am afraid that it will damage Yin virtue."

How did the official surnamed Song know that Wang Yijing had already fainted with the first stick, and thought he was faking it. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and said:
"The lesson of the real person is that we will definitely correct it in the future."

After sending the other party away respectfully, the official's expression changed, and he ordered:
"Come here, pour cold water to wake up, and continue the execution."

The officer had to order to get the bucket, when one of his men hurried into the lobby and said:

"Lord Song, Second Young Master Liu is here."

Second Young Master Liu, whose real name is Liu Baoqing, was born in a branch of the Liu family. It is not easy.

Liu Baoqing is not a nerd. On the contrary, he has been with the head of the family all year round, and has long practiced the demeanor of not being shocked by honor or disgrace. Song Ke, who is only the head of the sixth rank, greeted him when he went to the Ministry of Punishment.

"I don't know that Second Young Master Liu is coming, but I'm far away to welcome you."

Song Ke, who has been struggling in the officialdom for more than ten years and has not made any achievements, will not let go of any chance to cling to the powerful.

Liu Baoqing was one of the few princes from aristocratic families who were willing to look straight at each other. Usually, when meeting small officials who offered to greet each other on the street, young people would respond one by one, because they would be needed someday if they were not guaranteed.

"Lord Song, I heard that your Ministry has just taken a brave knight into custody?" Liu Baoqing cut to the chase.

Song Ke wasn't stupid either, he prevaricated:
"Second Master Liu is joking. If you are a knight, you should be praised by the government. How can you be imprisoned? Here, we are all criminals who have committed serious crimes."

"I won't go around in circles anymore. Jing Huwei arrested a young man in Rouge Tower yesterday. Is he locked up here?"

"There is indeed such a person." Song Ke, the principal, nodded, "This person blatantly made a fuss in the Rouge Building. Why did the Second Young Master seek him?"

How could Song Ke not know what the other party meant? He had already heard a little bit about what happened yesterday. Ambassador He's daughter somehow offended First Young Master Li and was tied to the brothel. It is said that she was given aphrodisiacs.

Many people at the scene saw this, but the evil young man who ruined Kao Gonglang's daughter can get away unscathed, let alone a low-level ambassador?
No one wants to ask for bad luck, but that kid acted like a hero and provoked all the three evils in the capital in one go.

Without a backer, he still has to stand out. Song Ke has seen a lot of this kind of person. If he is lucky, he will die in prison without implicating others.

……

Liu Baoqing has read a lot of poetry and books and is very self-cultivated, but it doesn't mean that he has much patience for this kind of little guy. The young man said in a flat voice:
"Master Song, you must be aware of what happened. The He family has some friendship with me. Please let that chivalrous man go."

Song Ke pretended to be panic when he heard this and said:
"Second Young Master Liu is really mean to say this, if I want to have that ability, I don't need the Young Master to come in person, I just need to send someone to inform, and the villain will personally send the young man to the mansion.

But you have also seen that the lower official is just the head of the sixth grade, and he speaks lightly. He has committed such a big crime that even the Lord Shangshu was alarmed. He ordered me to investigate strictly. If he is let go at this point, The villain is probably done. "

Song Ke didn't have the ability to be serious, and the word "tui" in the officialdom can be perfected once he practiced it, so it's no wonder he, Li Xian and Liu Baoqing can't afford to offend anyone, so they can only push this matter out.

The young man neither showed dissatisfaction nor spoke harshly like other dandies. He walked slowly into the lobby of the Ministry of Punishment, caught sight of a pool of blood on the ground, and said coldly:
"How long has Mr. Song been in the Ministry of Punishment?"

"Back to Second Master Liu, for 12 years."

The young man sat on the chair, and said if he had something to say:

"Both came from Jinshi background, Lord Liumu Qingliu was already an extremely human minister, but Lord Song still stays in this Qingshui yamen, facing the pungent blood and screams of prisoners every day, the gap is too big."

"A lowly official with little talent and little learning, how can he be compared with Mr. Liu."

Song Ke's breathing was a little short, and he vaguely guessed something, but the young man changed the topic again, and said in a slightly cold tone:
"Sir Song has been an official for many years, so he should know the rules better than I do. You are afraid of offending Li Xian and insulting my son's face, and neither side will gain anything.

The young man in the prison is a martial artist, even if he is killed, I will ask my aunt to give him the title of general later, so that he will honor his ancestors.

Li Xian stepped on my bottom line this time, if he doesn't retaliate, outsiders will still treat me as a bully to the Liu family, if Mr. Song continues to be caught in the middle and muddy, then he will suffer, don't blame me for not reminding me in advance. "

The words of a gun and a stick made the man's forehead sweat. How could he not know that he chose the right backer to use more land than the wall, but the capital is so big, but there is no one Song Ke can rely on.

The young man gave a jujube with a slap in the face, and said in a moderate tone:
"At present, there is a vacancy for a member of the Department of Cleaning Officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs. If Mr. Song is willing, I can help introduce him. Although he is transferred from the capital, Li Xian is not capable of extending his hand so far."

How could Song Ke dare to refuse, he hurriedly nodded and said:

"In the future, I will have to rely more on Mr. Liu to take care of me."

"Look for a doctor to treat Wang Shaoxia's wound and send it to my house,"

After the young man gave his orders, he got up and walked out. Song Ke repeatedly nodded, and after seeing the other party from a distance, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered:
"Students of officials and eunuchs, none of them are fuel-efficient."

... (end of this chapter)