win the hairpin

Chapter 187 Procrastination
Dou Qushan immediately arranged for the yamen servants to check other tabloids, as well as those teahouses and gambling rooms where foreigners came and went, and told the yamen servants that they would rather catch a thousand by mistake than let one go.

The turmoil that had just calmed down on Caomen Street broke out again, and this time it spread far and wide. The streets were full of panicked faces, from the inner city to the outer city, without missing anything.

Dou Qushan disturbed the capital with his own strength, and he was a little apprehensive. He asked Ni Peng: "Master, Zhang Yanei is still in the women's prison, how can I get rid of it?"

Ni Peng said: "Zhang yamen and the eldest lady have had a long-standing grievance. I am afraid that before the prince can act, Zhang yamen will refer the eldest lady Song to another yamen. We will be beyond our reach. I think it is better for Mr. Zhang to put the eldest lady and her party on trial immediately, even if it is another yamen." If you want to take someone away, you have to wait for you to finish the trial, enter the file, and press the seal before handing over—as for how long the trial will be, it is up to you to decide."

This time it's a real procrastination formula. Sometimes things are procrastinated and then they disappear.

Besides, King Jin is not dead, since he was ordered to come, there must be other means deployed, just delay it.

After receiving Ni Peng's advice, Dou Qushan immediately broadened his mind and calmed down, and ordered the prisoner to be taken to the torture room for interrogation.

Jie level received the news, and looked at Zhang Xutang with a smile: "Ya Nei, look... Our husband is going to interrogate the two of them, why don't you go warm up first?"

Zhang Xuzhang stared at Song Huiyue with a bloodless face. After being frozen with Song Huiyue in the prison for a while, his lips began to turn purple, and his complexion was very pale. The blood under the skin of his hands was almost stagnant. Emerging purple veins.

Smiling at Song Huiyue, he seemed to be laughing at Song Huiyue's inescapable escape. Thinking of Song Huiyue's upcoming end, the haze in his heart disappeared, and he also showed a good face towards the festival.

"Okay, you interrogate, and I will watch from the sidelines."

Jieji hurriedly asked the jailer to take out the key, opened the prison door, pushed Song Huiyue and Liu Qin out, and took them outside the torture room.

If you stay outside, you can't go in immediately, you have to queue.

In front of the line are the shopkeepers, buddies, waiters, pawns, and Yin Xiao in the tea house.

When these people saw Song Huiyue and Liu Qin, they subconsciously stepped aside.

The guard on the side scolded: "What are you doing, be honest!"

It was only then that everyone realized that they were here for trial, and there was no need to be modest about this kind of thing.

However, Yin Xiao didn't seem to hear the prisoner's angry shout, and walked to Song Huiyue without squinting.

Song Huiyue was at the end, with a casual posture and a relaxed expression, showing no timidity towards Zhang Xutang.

Dou Qushan came late, so he went straight to Zhang Xutang, and said hello to Zhang Xutang indifferently: "Do you want to see the trial in the yamen? Sit inside."

His face has been stern all year round, and the pain of bereavement pervades from the inside to the outside. Those who have seen him are familiar with his appearance. Zhang Xutang knows all the inside information, and treats him indifferently. He didn't look worried, and walked in.

There is a brazier in the room. The brazier has a fierce light, and it is used to burn the soldering iron. At this time, the soldering iron is not needed, and it is temporarily used as a brazier to dispel the chill in the house.

There are also various cold instruments of torture hanging on the wall, on which blood has been adhering for many years, and when the charcoal fire is baked, it emits a strong smell of iron rust.

Zhang Xuzhang sat majestically under the instrument of torture, stretched out his hands to bake on the brazier, his face was as gloomy and cold as the instrument of torture, with a clear and bloody outline, not like a Jiang thief who killed people like hemp, but supercilious, everything All can be killed.

With him sitting at the side, Dou Qushan couldn't delay too much. He just proceeded with the interrogation step by step. Everyone in the tea house, big and small, had a good attitude and cooperated very well.

Zhang Xutang looked at Dou Qushan with a smile that was not a smile, thinking that his interrogation, which he picked up heavily and put down gently, let alone a tricky trick, even a small thief would not be able to interrogate, what big case he could interrogate.

If it was him who changed himself, he would be able to find out the problem even if there was no problem under the fierce method.

It's just that he doesn't want to use his fierce methods redundantly here, these people are not worth his effort.

Thanks to Zhang Xutang's contempt for these people, they were able to go back to the cell undisturbed.

The last interrogator was Song Huiyue.

Dou Qushan was sweating in his heart, his brows were furrowed more and more, and he began to ask questions as usual.

Song Huiyue always answered every question, she looked at the instruments of torture on the wall while answering, after answering, she thought to herself that Zhang Xutang's fate is really hard, no wonder it is said that the scourge will last for thousands of years, as long as she falls into Zhang Xutang's hands, she will die There will be fear of life, and all methods are not as sinister and vicious as him.

But it doesn't matter, it's still unknown who will win the game.

Dou Qushan asked all the questions that could be asked, and then carefully thought about whether there were any omissions. Zhang Xuzhang looked at him strangely again, letting him know that it would be bad for him to procrastinate.

He remembered what Ni Peng said: "When you act as a gentleman, you must put yourself first. Everyone should take care of themselves, do what they are supposed to do, and don't make extra troubles."

Dou Qushan took it for granted, and seeing that it could not go on any longer, he asked Song Huiyue to sign and pledge, so as not to arouse Zhang Xutang's suspicion by talking too much.

At this moment, Zhang Lin, Zhang Xutang's guard, came in uninvited, and without even looking at Dou Qushan, stepped forward and put his mouth in Zhang Xutang's ear.

"Second Lord, something has happened. The commander of the forbidden army went to the Prince Yan's mansion to arrest someone, claiming that it was related to Xia Guo's secret work!"

Zhang Xutang's face suddenly changed, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were poisonous, and he shot at Song Huiyue.

It was really unexpected that Xi Zuo captured King Yan's mansion, but it was the imperial army who did it.

He asked Zhang Lin in a low voice: "Why haven't the people from the Ministry of Punishment arrived yet?"

Zhang Lin's voice became weaker and weaker: "On the road, but it's too chaotic outside. Newspapers and teahouses are being searched. In addition, the imperial army is dispatched, and it is difficult for the people of the Ministry of Punishment to move."

What he said sounded good, but in fact, there were only a few people in the magistrate's yamen, and they couldn't check so many teahouses and newspaper offices in Kyoto. When they were in a state of desperation, they happened to meet a proud and arrogant man who was about to come to meet Zhang Xutang People in the Ministry of Punishment.

So the official clerk of the prefect's yamen carried the banner of investigating the case and arrested the young man of the yamen official of the Ministry of Punishment.

Zhang Xutang nodded, indicating that he knew it—knowing that the backyard of the Zhang family was on fire, he had to go to fight the fire, and he couldn't care less about rectifying Song Huiyue.

He stood up, walked to Song Huiyue, and straightened his clothes: "Miss Song, the things in King Jin's hands are really endless, and they always surprise me, but no matter how many things he has, there will be an endless day." , I really hope that day will come soon.”

Song Huiyue didn't answer, just looked at him with her nostrils.

Zhang Xuzhang walked out with a sneer, raised one foot, and just as the foot landed, he suddenly took a cowhide whip soaked in pepper water from the wall, raised his hand and whipped it at Song Huiyue.

At the same time, Yin Xiao jumped into the torture room almost like a gust of wind, and when the whip was about to fall on Song Huiyue's face, he grabbed it in time.

Zhang Xutang yanked the whip viciously, but the whip didn't move at all, without him needing to speak, the two guards moved at the sound and hit Yin Xiao at the same time.

(End of this chapter)