The four hundred and fifty-ninth chapter who is a hero, punishes your heart
Where did Li Siye start with these words? Little did he know that this Dai Wang was no longer the other Dai Wang. What he wanted to protect was a man who had a deep understanding of people's hearts and was proficient in the art of filing documents. He only had the status of an eighth-grade household official to plan a dangerous plan.
The master of the shocking case that destabilized the Tang Dynasty.
Can he tell Fumeng Lingcha this? If he dares to say it, Fumeng Zhongcheng will be so frightened that he will turn around and go back to find the saint to surrender.
Li Siye thought hard for a moment and then crossed his hands and asked, "Zhongcheng, we are all leaders of troops. Dare I ask Zhongcheng, what is the most important thing for a general?"
Fumeng Lingcha sneered and said, "You are just Li Siye, but you are no match for me. But from the perspective of this Prime Minister, there is nothing better than leading an army with the same desire and the same mind."
"How can we achieve unity from top to bottom and be able to withstand the beams, and win the love of the soldiers? This Dai Wang is a rare soldier in our Shule Army who has fought in hundreds of battles. He can draw a nine-doubled bow when mounted, and can control the bow when dismounted.
Three-stone longbow, even though he is now disabled, if Zhongcheng can escape his guilt and avoid death, isn't it just like buying a horse bone for a thousand gold? If this matter spreads throughout Qixi Liangzhou, who in the army will not be grateful
Zhongcheng loves his soldiers as much as his sons. He has 70,000 disciples from Hexi and 20,000 athletes from Qixi. How could he not want to die in service to his death?"
Fumeng Lingzha twirled his beard with his fingers and raised his head in reverie. He suddenly laughed out loud, pointed at Li Siye and said, "Well, Li Siye, I just want to show off that you love soldiers as sons and make Shule soldiers return to your heart, but you hang up on me."
With such a resounding name, you are very calculated."
"No, no, no, Dai Wang's case will be heard by Zhong Cheng himself. If Dai Wang can be saved, I will spread the word about Zhong Cheng's righteous release of Dai Wang in Qixi, and what they will support will be your wise decision.
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Fumeng Lingcha nodded slightly, but did not agree immediately. He regained his serious expression and said, "This case will have to wait until I arrive in Liangzhou and understand the details of the case before I make a decision. Please step aside for now."
"Here."
Li Siye raised his eyes, crossed his hands, turned his horse's head and retreated.
He knew that this husband, Meng Lingcha, was not so easy to persuade. This Qiang-born general had a very clear head. He was willing to listen to what he said today, and half of the reason was Yang Yuyao, who came to see him off today.
Although he himself was unwilling to accept that he had to rely on the power of a woman to speak, this was the fact.
To forge iron, you have to be strong yourself. There is a fundamental difference between shaping yourself into a thigh and hugging someone else's thigh.
Dai Wang lowered his head and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Is it difficult to do this? In fact, you don't have to clear my name, or wandering in the wilderness as a guilty person is probably a good choice. Even if I am caught, I will
I have lived a long time longer than him, so I should be satisfied."
"You don't have to worry." Li Siye said firmly, "I can guarantee that this matter has been half successful. For the remaining half, I have prepared five measures of pepper and three bags of Sasanian gold coins to pave the way, which will definitely protect you from the death penalty.
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Thinking of this, Li Siye couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in his heart. He had already spent a lot of money to obtain the box of gold coins from Lanzhou City, and no matter how strong he was, he couldn't withstand such a torment. Heartbroken, he had to divert his attention and pay attention to Dai Wang's skills.
"I heard that you used the big case technique to solve the case, and also used the big case technique to plan. How is this crime technique? Can it be put to use in my town of Shule?"
Dai Wang sincerely told him, "The premise of the big case document technique is that there must be a case document. Xu, no, when he was working as a secretary in the Ministry of Household Affairs, he had access to household registration files from the first year of Kaiyuan in the old calendar to the second year of Tianbao.
, financial income, and divided into categories, based on the filing date, sixty years is a period, a year is twelve months, each month has a number of days for classification and storage, and then according to the household registration of each state, county,
Search by the strokes of the surname, classify by the strokes of the first name for people with the same surname, and search by date of birth for people with the same name. This allows the vast number of people in the world to have a basis for checking. Whenever the documents need to be changed, or there are prisoners who need to be checked
Now, as long as the visitor reports the name of the place of residence, he can take out the person's registered residence within a moment."
"Oh," Li Siye understood. This was a super search tool, the household registration central database.
There was a strong sense of pride in Dai Wang's words, and he did not pause even when he was excited: "When he was transferred to Jing'an Division, he had access to not only the household registration of Chang'an City, but also Jingzhao Mansion, Chang'an, Wannian
The trial files of the two counties, the title deeds of the stores in the East and West City Departments, the records of Chang'an Yashi Bank, and the vouchers for the entry and exit of goods at each city gate are all managed in this way. We can use this to deduce the truth we want to know."
Li Siye understood that Xu Bin's writing skills must have records, so he was suitable to stay in the household department where there were piles of records. But now, let alone Shule Town, even the Anxi Governor's Mansion was just a few soldiers.
The accounting and financial and tax revenue accounts are not enough for him to handle alone. It is really useless for a hero.
This made him a little disappointed. He thought it was a search engine, but it was just a retrieval tool.
However, because this person has been summarizing documents all the time, he has developed a meticulous reasoning and layout ability, which is proved by his ability to manipulate a number of court officials into applause.
"Don't worry, I will definitely help you get rid of the crime. As for the damn documents, don't think about the damn documents. It's no problem to make some other inventions."
Not far away, a man carrying a bag was walking alone. Li Siye looked at his back with some familiarity, but couldn't remember who it was. The cavalry from behind rushed up, and the man walking with his head lowered did not look back, but turned sideways.
He took refuge in the ridges of the fields.
"Zhang Xiaojing." Dai Wang's mood suddenly fluctuated, and he quickly whispered to Li Siye, "I'll stay away from you first, don't let him recognize you."
Li Siye nodded and rode his horse slowly to Zhang Xiaojing's side. He suddenly said, "You have made a great contribution to rescuing the driver, but are you leaving Chang'an?"
Zhang Xiaojing looked back and grinned, "In the early morning of January 15th, the masked person who rescued the driver was you, right? You didn't want to show your true face to the emperor, so as not to embarrass the emperor and his ministers when they meet in the future. I also don't want to give him
Watch the courtyard gate to avoid having to endure the turmoil of officialdom."
"Since you don't want to stay in Chang'an, why don't you come with me to Qixi, and you and I can make something big together."
"No," Zhang Xiaojing smiled and shook his head, "I will never go to Qixi again, not in this lifetime. But you don't have to worry about me. I will return to Chang'an after I have traveled a lot.
You go to protect the Tang Dynasty, and I will protect Chang'an. We can each live in peace with our destiny. There is no need to go back and forth. Let's go."
Li Siye bowed his hand to him on the horse and turned back to follow the team. Dai Wang turned back several times and tugged on his cloak with his hand to peek, for fear of being recognized by him.
They will eventually disappear at the end of the road. When they finally look back, Zhang Xiaojing's figure has turned into a black dot, still leaning forward and trudging forward.
Li Siye said to Dai Wang, who was bowing his head next to him and not knowing his emotions, "There is only one kind of hero in the world, a person who knows the truth of life and still loves it. This is the case with Zhang Xiaojing, and you should be too."
Dai Wang raised his head, uncovered the face scarf hidden in his cloak, and revealed his scarred, red and white face. He looked eastward at the rising sun, chewing these words slowly in his mouth.
At the end of March, a grass pavilion was reflected on the water of Jinghu Lake in Yongxing, Yuezhou. In the pavilion, an old man wearing linen clothes sat cross-legged on a straw mat, holding an ink tube in his hand and writing slowly. Then he put the pen aside and wrote this
Lift up the Yuezhou fine yellow paper with the poem on it and blow it gently with your mouth to dry it.
The servant at home stood in front of the pavilion and crossed his hands: "Alang, there is a visitor from the capital."
Because the old Kuangke suffered from rheumatism, his speech was unclear and intermittent: "I just left the capital and returned to my hometown for a few days. How come there are visitors from the capital?"
"Indeed, there is more than one guest," the servant said.
"Please, let them come over."
The visitor walked along the pontoon path by the lake to the thatched pavilion. The old man was about to stand up and cross his arms for him, but someone came to support him: "Old Supervisor He has killed me."
"Wang Jue, Zhongcheng, old man. Now, I am already a humble man. I have long ceased to be an official."
Wang Jue was also about to turn gray-haired. He picked up the paper on which he wrote the poem and read to it: "I have been away from my hometown for many years. Recently, people have been busy. Only the water of the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.
Old Supervisor He has returned to his true nature, and his emotions make Wang Jue very envious."
"Wang Zhongcheng, you can do it too."
Wang Jue's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a cold voice: "Stop pretending to be Supervisor He. Who would dare to resign and return home with a lesson like yours?"
He Zhizhang raised his stubborn chin and asked sharply: "What will happen to you and what will happen to the saint?"
General Wang Tui came to He Zhizhang in two steps and said condescendingly: "As expected, people are old and are not afraid of anything. What does the saint do to you? Think about it with your own conscience, especially if he knows that you have done such a thing.
After the incident, I personally wrote a poem for you and sent the prince and officials to see him off in Baqiao! Don’t you feel ashamed! Wang Jue came here on behalf of the saint to punish your heart! You are a qualified person for the prince
A teacher, but for a saint, is he a qualified minister?"
The 80-year-old old man laughed loudly: "Haha! Ha!"
Wang Jue grabbed his collar and asked angrily: "Why are you laughing!"
"Haha! The ministers of Li Longji's dynasty are really worse than the last. Do you only have eyes for the emperor and the prince?"