Chapter 94 The first day of ruling the ninth hall of the imperial office
Jurenjie.
In the scorching summer heat, tea sheds are set up on both sides of the street.
At this moment, a group of ferocious Jinyi occupied a tea shed.
Everyone around him retreated, for fear of getting into trouble with these "Kings of Hell".
Hou Renmeng placed the scabbard on the table. A knife in his hand reflected the glow in the sun and was wiping it with a handkerchief.
"Boss, if the target resists arrest later, do we really have to take him by force?" a police officer asked.
Hou Ren, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an unruly expression, narrowed his crow's feet at the corners of his eyes:
"What if?"
The attendant who followed him and was driven out of Peony Hall hugged Yahuazi and said: "I just feel like I'm in a dream, we will arrest more than a dozen people today alone.
The first one is Wai Lang, a member of the Wenxuan Department, a sixth-grade Beijing official. The key is that he is a member of the Li Party and has a lot of backers. Are you sure you read that correctly? "
Hou Renmeng grinned and said: "If we talk about backers, our new Ji Si's backer is still a saint. Which backer is bigger than a saint?
Don't give me nonsense, what kind of virtues do you guys have that I don't know yet?
Who has been soft-handed in arresting people in the past? What kind of basket can't you dare to break? Or are you saying that after being admitted to Lihuatang for half a year, you will become as timid as a mouse? "
A group of followers laughed and laughed.
There are far more than five thorns in Lihuatang, and more of the followers below are not good.
People who don’t know better think that Lihuatang is the most useless hall. But the truth is quite the opposite.
Anyone who can become a thorn in the side, but is not kicked out and is only thrown into the "cold palace", who has no real ability?
This group of people is just a group of monkeys. In the past, they were inconspicuous without the leadership of the monkey king.
But when Zhao Duan gave the order, this group of rebellious officials burst out with courage and cruelty that the weaklings in other halls could not match.
"Stop talking nonsense, people are here."
Hou Ren suddenly stood up and walked to the middle of the long street with his hands crossed. He saw a carriage approaching in front of him.
After a while, the carriage was forced to stop. The clerk following the carriage opened the curtain and saw a middle-aged man sitting inside, frowning and saying:
"Why are you in the way?"
However, he saw several people in Jinyi laughing and joking, surrounding the car on the left and right.
Without saying a word, a barrage of fists and kicks came down like raindrops, making the man who was a member of the Literary and Selection Department wailing and running away with his head in his hands.
"Stop it!" Yuan Wailang, a man with an astonishing background, was furious and yelled.
But because he saw the other party's splendid clothes, he felt some instinctive fear.
"Sir, Mr. Zhao Ji of Lihuatang has invited you to come with us." Hou Ren grinned fiercely and shook out the arrest ticket.
"What crime am I guilty of? Just wait..." Yuan Wailang tried to struggle.
Hou Ren turned his wrist violently, and the knife in his hand whizzed out!
Amidst the "woo" sound that broke through the air, there was a "dong" sound and it was thrown straight into the car.
He nailed Yuanwai Lang's black gauze hat to the carriage close to his scalp, the handle of the knife trembling!
“Ah!!”
The middle-aged official was so frightened that he fell down and the people who were watching from a distance dispersed in a hurry, shouting "killer".
The Hou Ren violently dragged the sixth-rank official out like a dog, threw him to the ground, spat on the old phlegm, tilted his head and said:
"Tie them up."
Then he took out the torn paper from his arms:
"Next."
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other side.
Old Man Zheng reined in the reins and steadily controlled his fierce horse. He raised his head and looked across the street at the Seven-Jian Yamen of the Ministry of Rites and Shizhong.
Beside him, all the entourage dismounted, and when old man Zheng came down, they immediately handed over the big teapot that he never left his hand.
"Zheng Jishi, do you want to wait here?" a follower said:
"Waiting until the value is released at noon before catching it will minimize the impact."
Old man Zheng took the big tea vat, took a hearty sip, and said with a smile:
"Time is tight and the task is heavy, so I won't wait."
Seeing that his entourage was about to speak but stopped, he said:
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
The young attendant who was transferred from another hall said in bewilderment: "You are already retiring at your age, so why are you doing this?"
He was assigned to Old Man Zheng as his subordinate only after he entered Lihuatang.
In his impression, this old boss was always kind to people and was very different from the stereotype of the king of hell in the imperial office.
It’s also time to stay up at Ewha Hall.
No matter how you think about it, there is no need to create complications in the last year.
Before Old Man Zheng said anything, another middle-aged Jinyi walked over.
He smiled and patted his young colleague on the shoulder, and said: "You are too young after all. You have been in the imperial office for a long time. Have you never heard of the story of 'Plum Blossom Laojiu'?"
Old Man Zheng smiled and said with emotion: "Things are different and people are different."
There is no shortage of legends in the history of imperial offices.
Meihua Laojiu was a famous figure in the imperial court of that generation thirty years ago.
He was born in "Plum Blossom Hall" and was called Lao Jiu because of the character "Nine" in his name. He was bold and careful, extremely capable, and repeatedly solved major cases.
He was once promoted to the position of Inspector of Meihuatang, and he was also the youngest Inspector at that time.
Unfortunately, perhaps because of his young and frivolous nature, or because of his deep sense of justice, Meihua Laojiu couldn't stand the behavior of another co-worker during a house raid, and refused to join in. He drew his sword in anger.
Then, when faced with the then Governor's request for him to review, he angrily entered the Governor's Hall with a knife, slashed a plaque with the knife, and was demoted to the lowest level of the attendant. After several turmoils, he was finally deprived of the right to go out to handle cases.
His interest was waning and he seemed to be disappointed with the Yamen, so he disappeared.
As a result, Zheng Laojiu was added to the yamen who drank tea, read newspapers, played with wood carvings and fooled around all day long.
"Haha, I thought I would hang out in the cold palace of Lihuatang until I retire, but who would have imagined that I finally met a junior boss who was willing to let me, Old Zheng, arrest people and handle cases."
Zheng Laojiu smiled with a smile on his face:
"Then we have to work hard and take off this brocade clothes again, so that we can have a beginning and an end."
He stuffed the big tea vat into the arms of the young entourage, crossed the long street to the opposite side with his hands behind his back, and muttered:
"What happened to the Ministry of Rites? I've heard that this person is not a good person, but I didn't expect that one day he would fall into the hands of me, Lao Zheng."
After a while, the yamen was broken open.
Zheng Laojiu waved his hand, and officials rushed in behind him like wolves and tigers.
Not long after, a green-robed official was tied up and dragged out.
"Next."
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For a whole day, Lihuatang's Jinyi attacked everywhere, almost visiting all the major yamen in the capital.
Every time there was an obstruction, he would punch and kick, smash the scabbard hard, beat a group of civil servants until they cried for their fathers, and then pull the target out with their hands tied.
The process of sending people to prison never stopped.
So much so that everyone in the yamen was alerted.
He thought at a loss that some shocking case had occurred in the court, and so many officials involved in the case were arrested collectively.
By evening, the empty cells in the prison were almost full.
Exhausted, but faintly excited, the four captains also led their followers back to Lihuatang to exchange their harvests.
"Sir, all fifty-eight people on the list have been arrested and are waiting for your interrogation at any time."
Qian Kerou walked to the main seat, closed her eyes and rested, as if next to Zhao Duan who was asleep, she whispered.
It seemed that he had slept all day, but in fact he was immersed in "visualization". Zhao Duan, who had been trekking in the desert for a day with Emperor Taizu, opened his eyes.
He looked at the long table and looked at his subordinates eagerly.
Outside the lobby, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the big pear tree.
The green pears seemed to be coated with warm light, as if they were ripe.
"I know." Zhao Duan said.
His calm demeanor seemed not to make any fuss about arresting fifty-eight court officials in one go.
Qian Kerou asked:
"Then, are you going to be interrogated tonight?"
"A trial?" Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, "Why a trial?"
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Just when the entire capital was stirred up by Zhao Duan's big move.
In the Peony Hall, in the meeting hall.
The detectives from the eight halls gathered here. After learning about Lihuatang's actions, they all came together to try to negotiate.
At this moment, eight people were scattered on both sides of the long table.
One of them was the first to speak: "You must have heard about what Zhao Duan did today. Fifty-eight officials from all major yamen were suspected of colluding with the rebel party and cooperating with the investigation. Name, thrown into the imperial edict.
Now the prison is overcrowded... There will be an uproar in the officialdom no later than tomorrow morning... What on earth does this person named Zhao want to do? "
After finishing speaking, the person sitting in the first seat on the left, the leader of the Shiliu Hall, Tie Chiguan said with a sneer: "The man named Zhao is crazy about taking credit. He sent people to my place this morning to demand the case, and kept asking for debts. , I kicked him out, and started arresting people at noon. Isn’t the intention obvious? Isn’t it just to gain merit?”
He has a stocky build, with bulging muscles under his official robe, and a beard as thick as a steel needle.
His hands were covered with calluses, and the knotted blue blood vessels almost broke through the flesh.
beside.
Haitang, who was sitting opposite him and in the first position on the lower right, said disdainfully:
"Can you use your brain? Do you really think that Zhao Duan is a idiot? Doesn't he know the consequences of such a large-scale manhunt?"
She has a slender figure, handsome appearance, an oval face, thin lips, a mole in the corner of her eye, and her long hair is tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.
A weapon bag made of soft cowhide was tied to his waist, filled with throwing knives.
As the "Master of Narcissus Hall" at this moment, she frowned and analyzed:
"It's true that Zhao wants to take credit, but I think he won't do it without aim."
Tiechuguan retorted: "So? Do you really think that he has evidence of these fifty-eight people colluding against the party? It's simply fantastic."
The other detectives also participated in the discussion. For a while, everyone expressed their opinions and had different guesses.
All in all, I am full of confusion about Zhao Duan's confusing behavior.
"Quiet."
After a while, there was the sound of tapping on the table, and everyone shut up and looked towards the top of the table.
He is also recognized as the number one, the Chief Inspector of Mudan Hall, the number one person under the Governor's seat, and the "King of Juan" Zhang Han.
Zhang Han is about thirty or forty years old, with an imposing appearance, fair complexion, and rarely smiles.
At this moment, attracting everyone's attention, he slowly said:
"Have you investigated the commonalities of the fifty-eight people arrested?
As far as I know, it is a coincidence that these fifty-eight people , all wrote to impeach Zhao Duan in the case of Zhuang Xiaocheng's escape some time ago, requesting that he be executed as a warning to others."
(End of chapter)