Song Chengxuan didn't speak, just looked down at the paperwork.
Zhang Zhenren said: "Marquis Anyi probably didn't notice you in the inn. We can't just leave Miss Xu aside. Maybe the girl is in a hurry now."
Will she be anxious?
"You are thinking too much," Song Chengxuan raised his eyes, "Marquis An Yi found someone in the house, otherwise he would not have suddenly come to check. As for Miss Xu, she has got everything she wants. Should I go and discuss it with you?"
It doesn’t make much difference to her.”
She knew that Mrs. Guangping Hou was in his hands, and he showed her the blank secret letter from the Ministry of War. She was very clear about his situation.
Even if the Ministry of War wants to recruit him and give him some face, Wang Yun has been an official for many years and has a good reputation in the court. If he can't produce evidence to question Wang Yun, he will soon be bitten back.
No matter who is the real mastermind behind the scenes.
She must have seen his hostility towards An Yihou. Since he didn't come to the door, she wouldn't ask. As long as the case can continue to be investigated, the rest is not important.
After several contacts, he got to know her better.
She is the calmest and most confident woman he has ever seen. She is decisive and neat in doing things. She also knows how to assess the situation and will not be easily swayed by emotions.
Only when she saw An Yihou in the inn, her clear eyes were quickly overwhelmed by joy, and her expression was at a loss. Seeing this situation, it reminded people that she was just a teenage girl at that time.
Although she looked very weak, as if she could be easily knocked down by emotions, her whole person became brighter in an instant.
This is her true appearance in front of the people she really cares about.
Anyihou's mansion and her family are more important than anything else, so she will naturally actively find the person who framed Anyihou.
After this incident, everyone thought more clearly.
He will not quit, and she will get to the bottom of it, and both of us will fulfill our responsibilities, and there is no need to meet again.
"I understand," Zhang Zhenren said, "It's not that the young master is showing off Miss Xu, but that Miss Xu is showing off the young master. Will the young master think that Miss Xu is ruthless?"
It was a joke, but it received two sharp looks.
Mr. Zhang did not dare to continue talking.
Song Chengxuan narrowed his eyes.
Zhang Zhenren immediately walked out of the house. He had been with the young master for a long time and he knew the young master's emotions very well. Usually, at such a time, they would stay away from each other.
Seeing Yong Ye at the door, Master Zhang blinked: "If you have nothing to report, I advise you not to go."
Yong Ye said with a dark face: "You are talking nonsense again."
Master Zhang sighed and said, "I'm not just trying to comfort him."
After Master Zhang left, the courtyard instantly became eerily quiet, and Yong Ye shivered involuntarily.
…
In a corner of the capital, a ragged beggar squatted there. Not long after this beggar arrived, he was chased and bullied by the beggars in the area. Later, no one beat him, and instead gave him some food.
To satisfy his hunger, sometimes it was half a bowl of rotten rice, sometimes it was stinky chicken feet.
Because he was so pitiful and had no idea what kind of pain he had gone through. His body was covered with wounds, and a large piece of his hair was missing. His exposed scalp looked bloody and bloody, and it exuded a rotten smell, like flies.
, insects were flying around on it, and at first he would stretch out his hands to drive them away, but later he lost the strength and just let them go.
Sooner or later, he will become a corpse, allowing more insects to eat away at his skin and flesh. This is his destiny, and no one can change it.
Most of the time, he had his head hanging down, as if he was drowsy.
Occasionally, he was kicked awake by the patrolling officer. The officer grabbed his hair and asked him to reveal his face. However, everyone was frightened the next moment. His face was also bloody and bloody. One eye was already blind, and the eyelid was stuck to the
The dry eye sockets looked indescribably disgusting.
"Go to the nursing home. There is a big family providing relief today."
He then got up and followed the beggars to the nursing home. When he left, everyone saw the disgusting pus and blood on the ground.
Everything is broken about this man.
One of the officials frowned: "He should be driven out of the city."
The other one looked unbearable: "Forget it, I only have a few days to live, why bother him anymore."
In this way, the beggar was walking on the street, watching people coming and going.
The pain in his body came to him in waves. Death should be the best destination for him, but he couldn't die yet. He still had to find someone, save someone, and let him live a decent life.
Leave with dignity.
The beggar raised his head, revealing one bright eye, and then he continued to lower his head and looked at the pairs of feet walking around. He had been looking at them for many days, and various people appeared in his mind.
Traders, ordinary people, beggars, government servants, and servants of wealthy families all have their own unique dress, smell, and habits.
You can identify that person just by looking at his shoes.
If the soles of his shoes were worn thin, it must be because he walked a long way. He was rushing into the city in a hurry, but suddenly slowed down and walked around in circles, looking around as if nothing had happened.
If you are willing to go to a hotel to eat, only chew some dry food in the corner, not to mention finding a place to stay, and have a unique fishy smell on your body, then such a person will attract his attention.
Then the beggar will cling to that person like a tarsal maggot until that person delivers the secret message from Dogansi to another person in the city.
The two men discovered that there was an ambush around them until they were fooled. One of them snatched the secret message and put it in his mouth. However, the beggar had already stepped forward and removed his lower jaw, and at the same time pressed the sharp knife in his hand against the man's chest.
If there is no time to snatch the secret letter from him, the beggar will not hesitate to disembowel him and take the evidence in his hands, because the words on the letter will melt away once wet and will no longer be legible.
The beggar only has this chance to find evidence, and he must seize it.
Unfortunately, the person who came to receive the secret message was not Wang Yun, but it was easy to verify this person's identity. Through this person, we could find out who he would bring the secret message to.
Hong Chuanting and Song Chengxuan, Minister of War, came over.
The person was successfully caught, so the effort was not in vain.
Hong Chuanting said: "There are people in the capital who have contact with Duo Gansi's spies. It is not a trivial matter. I will immediately write a document and report it to the court. These people will be imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment first. When there is solid evidence, I will alert others."
"What if I have other evidence?" The beggar who had just stepped aside suddenly said.
This is a woman's voice.
Hong Chuanting couldn't help but be surprised how a woman could have such ability.
"Sir, I can confirm that this is Cuona Tusi's spy. Cuona has contacts with officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Hong Chuanting frowned: "Who are you?"
The woman raised her head, revealing a face full of scars: "I used to be Mrs. Cui of the Marquis of Guangping, but now... I can probably be regarded as a ghost.
Your Excellency, you can ask everyone related to this case to come to the prison to see ghosts."
