Chapter Seventy-eighth, jumping over the wall in the middle of the night
The sound of twisting and turning reached outside the window. Lei Fengqi knew that people's lives were at stake, and he really didn't want to cause trouble in Taiping, but if he didn't go in, he would be afraid of death.
The cruelty of Zhang Lin and others made him angry, and it was even worse that the person who died was named Yu. This might not cut off his chance to seek help from Yu Cun.
Lei Fengqi stopped thinking about it and didn't care about entering through the courtyard door. He climbed up the wall with his hands and planned to climb over the wall and get in.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The courtyard door was knocked, and Zhu Zheng's voice came: "Master Ma, Master Ma!"
Lei Fengqi could see Mr. Ma coming out of the room in a panic, but he retracted his steps and glared at a person who heard the sound and came out. The person said: "Oh, Mr. Ma said he was asleep."
After saying that, I realized something was wrong and knelt down with a plop.
Ma Da flew up with a kick and kicked him to the side.
Lei Fengqi almost laughed while standing on the wall, and so did Zhu Zheng outside the door. Zhu Zheng couldn't hold back his laughter: "Since Mr. Ma said he should sleep down, please ask him to get up. I have something important to ask him."
Mr. Ma had no choice but to say, "Come on, come on." He opened the courtyard door with his own hands.
He didn't want Zhu Zheng to come in, so he blocked the hospital door with his body and said politely: "Master Zhu, why don't you go to bed so late? We have to go on a journey tomorrow. If you have anything to say, it won't be too late tomorrow."
He felt a strong force coming from his shoulder. Zhu Zheng raised his hand and gently put it on his shoulder. Ma Da couldn't help but stepped back, taking one step or two, and exited a passage.
Zhu Zheng came in easily and seemed to be walking leisurely. In fact, he walked to a door, listened inside, and knocked on the door: "Mr. Ma, you look like there is a thief here."
Master Ma tried to stop him with all his hands and feet, but the strong force on his shoulders seemed to be still there. It was really stiff. He would not be Zhu Zheng's opponent, so he followed behind and explained: "Everyone, please go to bed. Master Zhu, don't knock.
You must have heard wrong, there are no thieves here, there are people talking in sleep, yes, that’s right, I was sleepwalking in my sleep just now, that’s it,”
Zhu Zheng looked at him and smiled: "Then please be careful, sir. I heard that people who wake up while sleepwalking will not live long. I can't be the one who wakes you up, right? Don't scare me."
"No, no, how could it be? I was already awake when you called me. Mr. Zhu, please go back."
Mr. Ma was really nervous. Zhu Zheng's fingers stopped outside the door of the interrogation room, as if he was going to knock on it.
Several civil servants in the room pressed their bodies against Yu Xinhua's mouth and nose, and he gradually stopped struggling.
Zhu Zheng listened carefully, and the strange noise disappeared again. He nodded: "Okay, I heard wrong. I am mainly afraid that your Excellency will make a mistake in escorting the imperial prisoner."
"Yes, yes," Mr. Ma was about to break out in a cold sweat. When he saw Zhu Zheng turning away, he was secretly glad that he had hidden it from him.
Suddenly, there was a gust of wind. Zhu Zheng quickly drew his sword and raised it. A man flew out from the wall. He held a long sword. With a crisp sound, he exchanged a move with Zhu Zheng. He took advantage of the situation and flew to the door of the interrogation room, kicking
Like opening a mountain, the entire door was kicked into five or six pieces, and when it was ejected inward, someone could be heard shouting in pain: "Ouch."
Under several oil lamps, several civil servants were pressing down on a person, who suddenly appeared like this.
Seeing being exposed in front of others, several civil servants immediately scattered away. Yu Xinhua took a breath and weakly shouted: "Help."
Mr. Ma looked at the man coming down from the wall with hatred. He was tall and majestic, and just standing still gave people a sense of oppression. It was after dinner that he peeked into the courtyard. He first called himself Xuchang Houfu, and then said he was also Mr. Zhang Lin's.
Lei Qi.
His hands were shaking uncontrollably. If Lei Qi hadn't shown his skill and his sword was as bright as the stars, Master Ma would have pounced on him and strangled him to death.
He ruined his own affairs.
After Zhu Zheng took a look into the room, he glared at Mr. Ma with a frosty face.
He could see at a glance that Zhang Lin was fighting for credit, and that it had nothing to do with him. What he couldn't accept was: "Mr. Ma, are you plotting against an imperial prisoner?"
"No, no, no, this is an interrogation."
Zhu Zheng sneered: "This is an imperial prisoner. Can he be interrogated on the spot or in this inn?" Zhu Zheng thought to himself, just fool me. You are stupid and I am not.
He glanced sideways at Lei Fengqi and said, "This lord is also a civil servant and has good martial arts. It's just that you're standing guard on the wall in the middle of the night. What's the point of that?"
Lei Fengqi said confidently: "According to the instructions of Grand Master Zhang, we must not make mistakes in picking up and taking care of the imperial prisoners along the way. They are important prisoners who will be escorted to the capital for trial."
Mr. Ma was angry: "You are talking nonsense! You are taking the credit from me!"
When Lei Fengqi saw that Yu Xinhua could slowly sit up, he felt free to argue with Mr. Ma: "You are derelict in your duties! You want to get benefits from the prisoners first!"
Yu Xinhua rubbed his neck, feeling that he could continue to speak, but not a single word came out.
The late emperor passed away, and the new emperor Lei Fengqi was about to be welcomed into the capital by Zhang Lin and other officials to ascend the throne. On the surface, it seemed that those who had been arranged by his clan uncle to deliver messages to various places were working against the imperial court.
The people from Ma Da said that they were imperial prisoners, which was not wrong in a certain sense.
Although Zhang Lin could not provide a clear reason to explain the death of the late emperor or Lei Fengqi's entry into the capital to ascend the throne, Yu Cun could not provide conclusive evidence to convict Zhang Lin and Lei Fengqi of stealing the country and usurping the throne.
When they met the Siping Marquis Mansion, Yu Xinhua and others did not dare to speak even if they were not gagged. On the contrary, Master Ma and his party were escorted by the Siping Marquis Mansion, allowing Yu Xinhua and others to untie themselves and have dinner after arriving at the inn.
, and still didn’t dare to ask for help.
He could hear three people arguing over him outside, but he was still the offender despite the quarrel.
It's not that Yu Xinhua didn't have the courage. When he was on the verge of death, a sentence kept flashing in his mind, death must be worth it. The letters from several of them have not been delivered yet.
He continued to rub his neck and slowly stretched his body, asking for help, which was unexpected for the moment.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"You are derelict in your duties!"
The noise in the yard was quite loud, and the shopkeeper was afraid of trouble, so he had to come over and have a look. After looking at it, he found that it was better not to come, so he retreated and went back to sleep.
Zhu Zheng's head started to hurt, and he tapped his forehead with his hook: "You two adults, please stop arguing. I will take care of the prisoners tonight."
"You're talking nonsense!" Master Ma scolded Shun Liuzui, turned to him, and said this sentence again, speaking faster than his brain.
"You are derelict in your duties!" Lei Fengqi felt that he should follow him and turned to Zhu Zheng, pretending that his words were faster than his brain.
Zhu Zhengqi was overjoyed: "Am I talking nonsense or dereliction of duty? Those two adults stayed up most of the night, but they are quite willing to listen and quite willing to watch."
His face changed, and he shouted: "This is the area under the jurisdiction of the Siping Marquis Mansion. You two, please be clear! Each of you should go back to your room!"
He waved to the outside of the courtyard gate. When he came over, he brought someone with him: "Take the prisoner away and keep a good watch on him."
Mr. Ma burst into anxious tears and sweat. If Zhu Zheng interrogated him overnight, it was hard to predict what the result would be.
Everyone has different opinions on the new emperor's accession to the throne.
Most of the officials like Mr. Ma, who wanted to be promoted through the power of dragon, were willing to be sent to Beijing by Zhang Lin at this time, thought so.