"How to deal with the relics left by Niu Manshan?" Wang Xian glanced at Zhu Liu.
"It has been recovered during the autopsy." Zhu Liudao: "There is nothing valuable, but there are signs of being tampered with. I asked them and they said that after the incident, the commander of the Imperial Tomb Guard Zhang Jin took over.
"Go and see him." After Wang Xian said that, he and Zhang Fu left the torture room. Zhang Jin was a senior official and brought him here in the name of assisting the investigation, so he was only placed under house arrest in a single room and did not go to prison.
He was tortured and did not wear torture instruments.
However, Zhang Jin's condition was not much better. When Wang Xian and Zhang Fu came in, he was sitting on a chair in a daze, looking at the candlestick in a daze. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhang Jin slowly turned his head. The next moment,
His expression returned to normal, he stood up and said: "Master, Mr. Wang..."
"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Fu sat down opposite him with his sword and golden horse, and said in a deep voice: "Are you worried that your half-life glory will end here, and your descendants will have no birthplace?"
The British Lord is the world's number one military commander, so he naturally knows what these military commanders are most worried about... that is definitely not death, but the loss of the world-honored military commanders that their fathers sacrificed their lives for, which is the favor given to his ministers by the Ming Emperor.
With this great honor, as long as the Ming Dynasty survives, their descendants will be military ministers of the country for generations, and their glory and wealth will be endless. If the golden rice bowls of these descendants were smashed into their hands, it would be shameless.
Seeing my father and grandfather under Jiuquan and being scolded by future generations is really a life worse than death.
"Mr. Gongye..." If someone else said this to him, Zhang Jin would naturally be dismissive and even furious. But it was Zhang Fu who said this. The most trusted British man in the emperor today can ⊥ take the throne with just one sentence.
Damn it, Shixun Zhang Jin immediately said, sweating profusely: "You, you are joking..."
"I am not joking," Zhang Fu said coldly: "Why did you block the news after Niu Manshan died? Also, why did you touch Niu Manshan's relics? Could it be that you, the dignified commander of the mausoleum guard, are also coveting his little wealth?
Can’t deliver the goods?”
"My lord is unjust, please let me explain." Zhang Jin said quickly: "After the death of the ginkgo tree in front of the Xiaoling Palace, the emperor issued an order to strictly seal the news and not leak it. The general followed the holy will and believed that the
As the deputy general manager in charge of Huashu, once the news of Eunuch Niu's suicide out of fear of crime spread out at this juncture, people would definitely have different opinions. He also thought that the imperial court would soon send the King of Han to investigate, so he decided not to report it until the King of Han arrived...
...As for the removal of Niu Manshan's relics, the general is also eager to solve the case and wants to see if he has left any last words... If the general's handling is inappropriate, the general will be punished, but if the general has bad intentions, he will be punished.
It’s so unfair”
"Contradictory" Zhang Fu chuckled and said: "If you wanted to solve the case as soon as possible, how could you delay reporting Niu Manshan's death? Furthermore, are you an official of the Department of Justice? Do you have the emperor's orders? For such a major case, how dare you
Moving without permission?"
"The last general has gone astray..." Zhang Jin said repeatedly: "The last general only thinks that he is obsessed with evil spirits and commits suicide out of fear of crime."
"I think you are obsessed with things." Zhang Fu slapped the table and shouted in a deep voice: "Let me ask you, what did you get from Niu Manshan?"
"No, I didn't take anything..." Zhang Jin denied.
"Don't think that I am begging you or saying that I am giving you a chance. You have to let it go." Zhang Fu patted the table and said, "Use your pig brain and think about it.
If you still refuse to tell the truth, can His Highness the King of Han let you go?"
"King of Han..." Thinking of the living King of Hell, Zhang Jin couldn't help but trembled: "How could King of Han blame me?"
"Could it be that the King of Han would still be grateful to you?" Wang Xian asked secretly from the side.
"The King of Han will not blame me, he will not blame me..." Zhang Jin couldn't help but mutter while wiping his sweat, but it was obvious that he was extremely scared.
"If you don't tell the truth and don't use the King of Han, I will take away your family's great honor," Zhang Fu said coldly.
Zhang Jin said pitifully: "General, I really don't know what to say."
"Okay, let me give you a heads up." Now it was Wang Xian's turn to speak: "February 20th, you are going home for the holiday, will there be any guests visiting?"
Zhang Jin felt like he was struck by lightning when he heard this, and said blankly: "What... guest?"
"You really don't know how to write the word "death" Wang Xian said gloomily: "This is Fusi, Beizhen. Do you think the imperial court's secret agents with hundreds of thousands of brocade clothes are just for food?"
"Your father and I were both in trouble during the Jingnan period. For the sake of this incense love, we gave you a chance to confess." Zhang Fu said with an expression that showed great sadness, "since you are gone."
If there are no tears in the coffin, then I can only deal with business matters, Zhongde, leave it to you."
After saying that, the British Duke slowly turned around, pretending to leave. At this moment, Zhang Jin's knees softened, he knelt down and hugged his thighs and cried: "Master, please forgive me, Master, please forgive me, I say
, I said just...
Under Wang Xian and Zhang Fu's pretentiousness, Zhang Jin finally collapsed. The general guarding the imperial mausoleum obviously didn't know that the imperial spies were indeed perceptive, but the information they gathered would not be told to Wang.
Xian. Although Beizhen Fusi is also building its own intelligence system, it is far from having the ability to monitor officials of his level.
But at least for now, Zhang had enough. In exchange for the leniency promised by Zhang Fu, he had to tell the truth: "I have been the commander of the imperial tomb guard for eight years. In these eight years, I have been
I guarded the imperial mausoleum all night, and could only return to the city once a month. Although it was very close to the capital, I felt like an exiled person. I was extremely afraid, afraid that I would spend my whole life in the imperial mausoleum, so I tried every means to think of it.
Need to be transferred."
Zhang Fu sat down again and listened to Zhang Jin's confession. Wang Xian stood behind the British prince, nodded invisibly in the corner, and then heard Zhang Jin continue:
"But it's not that easy to be transferred. First of all, the requirements for being appointed as the commander of the Imperial Tomb Guard are very strict. You must have a clean life and gain the trust of the emperor. But with such a famous person, who would want to come to see the Imperial Tomb?" Zhang Jin had a look on his face.
He said bitterly: "I have been running like this for two years. I have spent a lot of money, but there is no news at all. I have given up hope. Who knows, on the twentieth of last month, I will be at home, so I asked you to help me handle this matter.
The brother in charge of the matter came to my door and said that there is a noble person who is willing to help me, but I have to do a small favor first."
"What's your brother's name?" Zhang Fu asked in a deep voice.
"Yes..." Zhang Jin whispered: "He is the third son of the Chengshan Hou family."
"Wang Pu..." Zhang Fu was naturally very fond of these descendants of the world, and he couldn't help but frowned and said: "He hasn't done anything yet, so you ask him to do something?"
"I'm obsessed with him too," Zhang Jin said sadly, "I thought he had a good relationship with King Zhao, so I wanted to set up this line."
"King Zhao?" Zhang Fu said with a serious expression, "You should think about it before you speak."
"It's true that the general originally wanted to leave King Zhao's relationship," Zhang Jin said hurriedly: "But Wang Pu didn't say who it was that day, but I just thought it was King Zhao...Wang Pu told me, it doesn't matter.
What I do is just keep an eye on something. If anything happens to the Shrine Superintendent, I must arrive as soon as possible. If there is anything that is an eyesore, I will eliminate it. As long as I do that
At this point, I will be transferred to the Twelve Guards."
"You just agreed?"
"The general felt at that time that he didn't ask me to kill people or set fires. He just did it casually while performing official duties. There should be no danger." Zhang Jin lowered his head and said: "I agreed in a moment of fever..."
"It's really..." Zhang Fu stretched out his finger and nodded Zhang Jin, and said angrily: "I think you are not obsessed with ghosts, you are obsessed with officials."
"My lord..." Zhang Jin burst into tears and said, "I have been in the imperial guard for eight full years. It's like being in prison for eight years. And if nothing happens, there will be another eight years, two eight years."
, three or eight years, I don’t want to guard the tomb for the rest of my life.”
"Then you have a taste of what it's like to be in real prison and see if it's the same as you being in the Imperial Guard." Zhang Fu stood up and said with a cold face.
"My lord, you said you wanted to save me..." Zhang Jin hurriedly walked forward and said with tears streaming down his face: "My lord, for the sake of our family friends, please let me go."
"You have committed a crime and must be punished." Zhang Fu looked at him expressionlessly, and finally sighed: "But I will try to preserve the honors passed down by your father."
"Thank you so much, sir, thank you so much, sir." Zhang Jin made up his mind and kowtowed as if pounding garlic.
"But don't have too much hope." Zhang Fu poured cold water on him again: "Even if this honor is saved, there is no way you can pass it on to your son. You are lucky to be able to give it to your brother."
"..." Upon hearing this, Zhang Jin sat slumped on the ground.
At this time, a scribe walked out of the corner. On the tray he was holding was Zhang Jin's confession just now. There was ink pad next to it. Zhang Jin mechanically dipped the ink pad in it and pressed it on the confession...
At midnight, the interrogation finally came to an end. The lights in the detention room were still bright. Wang Xian and Zhang Fu were drinking strong tea and sorting out the files for today's interrogation... Today is the day to report the case to the emperor. In two hours, the British
The father-in-law was about to be interviewed, so the two of them had to burn the midnight oil.
Zhang Fu was naturally an amateur when it came to dealing with these things. Fortunately, Wang Xian was an expert in writing documents and could handle everything by himself without Zhang Fu's help. He urged Zhang Fu to go to bed several times, but tomorrow was clearly a British public face, and Zhang Fu did not
I gave Wang Xian all the trouble and insisted on going through it with him.
"Zhongde," the British duke said in order to avoid getting sleepy: "Tell me what the emperor's reaction will be if you hand it in tomorrow?"
"Your Majesty should be both angry and relieved at the same time." During this period, Zhang Fu had been honest with Wang Xian, and Wang Xian unknowingly replied honestly: "What makes me angry is that someone dares to disturb Tai Sui. But Ginkgo
The death of the tree was not caused by God but man-made, which will also make the emperor breathe a sigh of relief."
"Well, I think so too." Zhang Fu asked again: "You said that eunuch Chen has probably been silenced. But Wang Pu is the son of a marquis, so he should still be alive, right?"
"I hope so." Wang Xian said calmly as he moved his pen into the air: "Tomorrow, I can ask the emperor for a decree and ask the Marquis of Chengshan for the person he wants. Maybe he can get it."
"Actually, it's not necessarily good to come out." Zhang Fu said with a wry smile: "Why do I get more and more frightened the more I deal with this case?"