The Iron Arm Division, with the cow as its totem, plays the role of thugs among the Twelve Divisions of Jingmen. Its main task is to target some stubborn elements who try to resist the execution of the tasks of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and to carry out frontal suppression and arrest of them.
This old chief is the old man who previously checked the pulse of Xia and Shang, and is also the only known former chief among the Twelve Divisions who is still alive.
Even the current head of the Iron Arm Division is very afraid of him.
But standing in front of him at this moment was a woman wearing a rabbit mask, wearing a thin white gauze skirt, a light blue mesh shawl, and a belt.
Her figure is unmistakable, and her white jade-like skin is looming under the thin gauze skirt, like a fairy descending to earth, with an otherworldly flavor.
It's a pity that I can't see the face. I wonder what kind of face is hidden under the jade rabbit mask.
Lingxiu Division, with the Jade Rabbit as its totem, is the same as Chunfang Division, and most of them are women. But it is completely opposite to Chunfang Division. Lingxiu Division is mainly responsible for the inheritance of doctrines, which is the same as the spread of religious worship by Baiyi Sect.
Every woman in Lingxiu Division has noble and cold and arrogant characteristics. Although they are all beautiful and flawless, they never let any man get close to them.
The Lingxiu Division is the most noble among the twelve divisions, so much so that they gave up their original mission for the sake of their nobility, because they felt that spreading religion was a deceptive interest, which was contrary to the nobility they believed in, so the Lingxiu Division
It was the first force to break away from the Twelve Divisions.
The Jade Rabbit in front of the Iron-Armed Chief had a number three badge hanging on her waist. Facing the Old Chief's anger, she was not afraid at all and just calmly put down the brocade box she had brought.
"Snow ginseng, twelve branches. This is Lingxiu Si's respect for the old leader. It does not mean that Lingxiu Si is willing to become someone's vassal. If he wants to attack you, Li Xin and Fu Yu, in the future, Lingxiu Si is willing to help you. If it is for the so-called
To restore the past, haha, everyone in Lingxiu Division will not accompany you."
The old leader didn't say anything and motioned to the people around him to accept the brocade box.
The woman in front of me said again: "If there is nothing else, I will resign from my humble position."
"Huh!" The old leader snorted, hunched over, got up and went elsewhere.
The cow-faced man next to the woman said: "Miss Snow, I'll see you off."
The woman did not refuse, and walked towards the long corridor with the cow-faced man.
This corridor was very long, and the two of them walked for a quarter of an hour before reaching the end. The man with the cow's face held a lantern, lowered his head, and thought for a long time.
"Snow girl, the old leader will end his life in the imperial court."
"I know."
"So, I don't want this to affect the relationship between your family and my family."
"After all, the old leader is the old leader. The current leader of the Iron Arm Division is you. My master is more concerned about your wishes."
"..." The Niu-faced man was silent for a while, "The Iron Arm Division is the best preserved among the twelve divisions, and the one who has made the greatest contribution is the old chief. Eighty percent of these people are the old chief of the old division.
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"So as long as the old leader is here, my lord, you will not be able to truly control the Iron Arm Division. Of course, the Lord does not mean to ask the Lord to do anything crazy, but the Lord wants to remind the Lord that the person who succeeded Lu Xun has appeared now.
Everyone in the Second Division is very vigilant. Do you want to go back to the days of being controlled by others? Do you want to kill people at will after receiving orders? "
"The Iron Arms represent loyalty!"
"The cow totem represents stupidity! Sir, take care of yourself."
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In the deep room, Fu Qianqian had been locked up for who knows how many days.
If it weren't for the unconscious acquaintance beside her, she would have collapsed by now.
She was thinking about when her father would come to rescue her, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that there was little hope.
In such a room where you don't know how deep the ground is, you can't find yourself even if you dig three feet deep.
When can we leave this hellish place?
Fu Qianqian no longer dared to think about this problem.
But the only thing that can comfort me is that even though I have stayed here for many days, no one has bothered me. Only the person who delivers food every day will also give that person a bowl of snow ginseng soup.
Judging from the current situation, I shouldn't receive too much scary treatment.
As for the other party arresting her but not embarrassing herself, Fu Qianqian was still quite confused. The initial judgment in her mind was to compare these people to people with a somewhat chivalrous heart.
The biggest question now is, can the person in the bed wake up? When can he wake up?
Fu Qianqian was not a doctor and didn't understand Xia Shang's condition at all. She just saw that he had been in a coma for a long time and felt something was wrong.
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During this period, the capital was not at peace.
Although the news of the abduction of the Prime Minister's daughter was blocked, Mr. Dongyue's death continued to ferment.
At first, the literati did not understand what the tiger head pattern left in Mr. Dongyue's room before his death meant. Later, they did not know who released the news.
The word "Metropolitan Procuratorate" is on the lips of everyone in the capital.
The investigation against the "Metropolitan Procuratorate" was fully launched among ordinary people and literati, and some obscure news gradually came to light.
The Metropolitan Procuratorate was affiliated to the imperial court, but it disappeared fifty years ago. During the more than 100 years since the establishment of the Chinese Dynasty, no one had ever seen the residence of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so no one knew where the former site of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was.
where.
The anger of the common people and literati turned to the imperial court and even targeted the prince.
Because everyone knows that the first person to punish Mr. Dongyue is the prince, because the prince was born in the military and disliked literati in his life. Then the prince's plot to punish Mr. Dongyue failed, and he became so angry that he directly photographed the assassin of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
The assassination of Mr. Dongyue. The whole process went smoothly and everything was seamless.
In order to deal with this incident, Li Xin had no choice but to issue a notice, claiming that the "Metropolitan Procuratorate" was an old problem of the previous dynasty, and everything they did was a great evil, citing many crimes committed by the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Finally, he informed the Metropolitan Procuratorate that as early as
He was removed from the imperial court fifty years ago, but there are still many remnants of the Duchayuan hiding in the capital. Mr. Dongyue's death was the work of the remnants of the Duchayuan and had nothing to do with the imperial court.
There are also people who witnessed Xia Shang jumping from the window with their own eyes. Based on their memory, they drew a portrait of the "Killer of the Metropolitan Procuratorate", which is now plastered all over the city.
On the busy street, a group of people gathered around the notice, pointing at the portrait on it, and talking about it.
"This evil man who killed thousands of people actually killed Mr. Dongyue."
"Such evil people should go to the eighteenth level of hell."
"The imperial court said that this person has nothing to do with them. Who would believe it?"
While talking about justice, two officers and soldiers squeezed in and tore up the notice: "Whoever dares to spread rumors in the capital will be punished with a fifty-fifty stick! This is not a notice from the imperial court and cannot be trusted! Disperse it!"
The crowd dispersed in a hurry, not wanting to be the one who stood out.
Among the crowd, Lanzhi returned to her team and whispered to Yueru: "Senior sister, why is the person in the portrait so similar to Mr. Xia?" (To be continued)