Chapter 115 Jin Yi goes on tour! "Little King of Hell" commanded the Nine Halls
In the main hall, Zhao Duan held the letter and looked thoughtful.
Unlike Feng Ju, the three of them were worried and fearful, doubting whether he would help.
The moment he saw the letter, Zhao Duan decided to help.
The question is, how?
Directly "combine the troops", use Feng Ju as a witness, and arrest Xia Jianghou?
This option is the most convenient and enjoyable, but the feasibility is too low.
In previous movies, TV dramas and novels, organizations such as the "East-West Factory" and the "Jinyiwei" frequently arrested people arbitrarily and lawlessly under the banner of "imperial power, behead first and report later".
But after Zhao Duan looked through historical materials, he discovered that there was an element of artistic processing.
Can the imperial edict bypass the Sanfa Division and arrest people directly? Can.
But the premise is "the emperor's order", that is to say, if the empress now issues a decree to Ma Yan, asking him to arrest someone or investigate a major case.
The power of the imperial edicts and officials will immediately expand, showing the style of a violent machine.
Illegal torture, wanton killing, fabricating accusations, labeling, and implicating people...all the dirty methods that can be thought of are used.
It is equivalent to putting on a time-limited "violent" buff.
However, if there is no order from the emperor, during the normal investigation process, if you want to arrest someone, you must go through a set of procedures in accordance with the ancestral system:
The chief officer must first issue a "driving sticker", which is similar to an arrest warrant, and then submit the driving sticker. The Ministry of Punishment gave Shizhong Yamen "approval".
If it is rejected in the matter, it will not be enforceable.
It is even more troublesome to go to other places to handle cases and arrest people, and you have to get the seal of the Supervisor of Ceremonies.
Multiple yamen will issue signatures at the same time, and there will be verification and security at the city gate.
These measures are all aimed at limiting this violent machine and preventing it from getting out of control.
In the 600th year of the reign of Emperor Zuo of Dayu, there was already a mature model on how to restrict imperial edicts and yamen.
After the empress ascended the throne, in order to cope with the complex situation, the imperial edicts were relaxed to a certain extent.
Therefore, when Zhao Duan arrested fifty-eight officials last time, he only had to issue an "arrest warrant" himself, but he could not touch them above the fifth rank.
The Marquis was in the upper echelon of nobles and agreed to arrest Xumayan.
What's more, with Xia Jianghou's "Divine Chapter" level of force, it is not safe to rush to arrest him, and at least the cooperation of other halls will be required.
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"With my cheap character, it is impossible for me to allow me to arrest a hereditary marquis based on Feng Ju's words without any actual evidence." Zhao Duan had a clear judgment on this.
Feng Ju's letter was clear.
Xia Jianghou only sent a servant to convey this meaning intentionally or unintentionally.
But the whole process was not on paper, and there was no third party to observe.
This kind of thing can only be understood, and it is impossible to leave any evidence.
Just like when Zhao Duan and Feng Ju conspired on the awning boat, both sides also riddled each other during that conversation.
So, Feng Ju said Xia Jianghou kidnapped?
How to prove it?
"Without evidence, there is no way to punish Ma Yan, who always follows the rules and never shows any favoritism."
Zhao Duan shook his head:
"Then go directly to the palace and report to the empress? Ask Zhenbao for help?"
Zhao Duan was confident that as long as he spoke up, the empress would definitely order the matter to be resolved.
Not only could she help Feng Ju get out of trouble, the empress would definitely take action to punish Xia Jianghou and even Princess Yunyang.
The two of them were forbidden to cause trouble to him again.
"It seems to be the simplest, and it can be done once and for all, but it has two drawbacks!"
First, asking the empress to resolve the matter would likely delay time. Xu Zhenguan could not personally leave the palace to take care of such matters, and would definitely delegate it to others.
You may also get into trouble with that "aunt".
But Feng Ju's daughter was kidnapped, and what she lacked most was time!
Not to mention that if you delay for one more second, there will be more danger. The people under Xia Jianghou may not abide by the rules.
To put it simply, women of this era attach great importance to honor and integrity.
If you are missing for more than one night, even if you are eventually rescued, how will the people around you think about it?
Zhao Duan thought to himself that he was not a "good person".
But because of his affairs, he could not do such a thing by involving an innocent woman and ruining her reputation.
This has not yet considered the possibility that, in extreme circumstances, Xia Jianghou might silence himself in order to cover up his crime——
Even if there is only the slightest possibility, it will be a big deal for the Feng family.
"Furthermore, if I report this to the Empress at this time, considering that the incident is not serious yet, the other party has not had time to cause harm to me.
As well as the relationship between 'aunt' and the Xungui Group's reaction, the final punishment will probably not be too severe! "
This is something Zhao Duan is unwilling to accept.
"How can you guard against a thief for a thousand days? If you don't beat the enemy in one breath until it hurts and scares you, the enemy will be afraid of the empress and temporarily stop. But he might come out one day and stumble me secretly."
Zhao Duan thought about it.
I still feel that the best solution is to do it yourself.
Think of a way to rescue people first.
Then he would seize the pawns who were ordered to kidnap and pry open their mouths, so that he could have decent evidence.
Only by convicting the charge of "Xia Jianghou kidnapping the family members of imperial officials" and then taking action can we seize the initiative.
"But how to save people? Find the kidnappers?"
Zhao Duan frowned.
The capital is so big, and since Xia Jianghou dared to do such taboo things, his methods must be very covert.
It is not easy to rescue someone before the other party reacts.
Zhao Duan was thinking about it and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something else in the envelope.
He poured it out and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.
There are two pieces of paper inside.
A detailed description of the time and place of Feng Lianlian's disappearance, the clothes she wore, and her appearance and age were written down in detail.
Another one, more simply a portrait.
The artist's skill in painting is exquisite, and the charming appearance of the young woman is vividly reflected on the paper.
"Old Feng is quite thoughtful..."
Zhao Duan was surprised and suddenly thought: "There is a portrait and a name, but I don't know if the magic weapon can be effective."
He reached into his arms, took out a small silver mirror half the size of a palm, and turned over the four words "Feng Yue Bao Jian" on the back.
Silently in my mind, I sketched Feng Lianlian's appearance and recited her name.
Gradually, the mirror surface rippled.
It was blurry for a while, and finally, when Zhao Duan almost gave up, a scene slowly emerged.
It was a dark room that looked like a woodshed.
Tied with hemp rope on the ground was a woman who looked very similar to the portrait.
"It's really possible..."
Zhao Duan felt moved and tried to use his thoughts to pull the image in the mirror farther away.
I could vaguely see a private house.
There seemed to be several people guarding the courtyard. At the gate of the courtyard, half a statue of the "Door God" hung, and a red flower was painted on the door leaf.
"Buzz--" The picture in the mirror shattered, as if all the mana had been consumed.
Zhao Duan immediately took out a pen and paper, copied the landmarks near the house on the paper, and called Qian Kerou: "Can you see where this is?"
The little secretary eagerly watched his mysterious operation, curious in his heart.
Then he stretched his neck, looked at it, and said:
"It seems to be in the east direction of the city. I saw the Drum Tower... Hey, this is the mark of the Red Flower Club. It should be the entrance of one of its halls."
The Red Flower Club...the largest gang in the capital's underground world...and behind it is Xia Jianghou...Zhao Duan's eyes lit up when he thought of the information description.
Everything clicked.
"Very good," he didn't hesitate. He picked up the pen and wrote another letter and handed it to her:
"This is still instructing the officer to pass it on to Feng Ju. Remember to stay hidden and be careful of being noticed."
"Yes." Qian Kerou nodded obediently.
Zhao Duan handed her the drawing paper he had copied and superimposed Feng Lianlian's portrait on it: "Make a few copies of the previous drawing. Call the Hou people to attack them. Bring our people and give them to me immediately. Go check it out!
We must find this place before dark today! How many gangs can the Honghua Society have in the capital? Even if we use the stupidest method, we have to search them one by one!
Control the people inside and bring them back safely. "
Female Jinyi, who was in her early twenties, looked quite upright, and had clear and silly eyes, was stunned for a moment and said:
"However, with such a vague scope, I'm afraid our hall's manpower is not enough."
The key is that we don't have enough time, there are only two hours until dark.
Zhao Duan said coldly:
"Then deliver the portrait to several other halls and tell them that I need to borrow it from them. If they don't give it, I will come to talk to them in person."
"Well……"
Qian Kerou was stunned, and when she saw the coldness in Zhao Duan's eyes, she couldn't help but shudder despite the scorching heat:
"Yes! Get your humble job done immediately!"
Now that I was running out in a hurry, I was wondering:
Which unlucky guy was it that provoked my own little King of Hell?
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In the capital city, inside a private room of a certain teahouse.
The slightly fat scholar paced back and forth in the room without stopping.
Beside the tea table, the middle-aged man wearing a futou also looked depressed:
"Brother Zigu, don't leave, you will make me dizzy."
The fat scholar sighed:
"Changfeng, you said that Lao Feng has been gone for a while, why hasn't he come back yet? Isn't he being held captive by the man named Zhao? Why don't you let me go and have a look."
The middle-aged man Futou shook his head and said:
"If he is really detained, the servants he left outside will come to report him. If the two of us go there rashly, we will be in trouble if Xia Jianghou's informants are alerted."
"well."
The fat scholar was about to speak when suddenly, the box door was opened.
The two of them were suddenly startled when they saw Feng Ju walking in in despair.
"What's going on? Can you see the person named Zhao? What did he say?" The two people stood up and asked.
Feng Ju hesitated to speak and handed a piece of paper in his palm to the two of them.
I saw only three words written on the letter:
"I understand."
knew? What does this mean?
Slightly fat scholar: "He didn't say anything else? Just these three words?"
Feng Ju nodded and sat down in despair, his face full of disappointment.
The meaning of the reply was unclear. It was unclear whether he was helping or not, which made him feel a little unsure.
The middle-aged man in Futou pondered for a moment and said: "Since he didn't arrest you, it means that at least he didn't mean to block your mouth. He must have made some moves. It's useless to think about it. Since you have asked him, then There is no way to agree to Xia Jianghou, we can only wait patiently, maybe there will be a turn for the better. "
Feng Ju nodded silently. For now, he only had two options: wait.
The two friends looked at each other and sighed silently.
He no longer has confidence in whether Zhao Duan will save people.
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Narcissus Hall.
"What? Are you asking us to borrow someone? Help him with Zhao Duan's affairs?"
Haitang, who had a high ponytail and a dashing appearance, was stunned for a moment with a bag full of flying knives hanging from her waist.
The subordinate in front of me nodded:
"This is the portrait handed over by the other party. You were not here just now. The other party seemed to be in a hurry. He dropped the words and left, as if he wanted to go to all the halls one by one."
In all the halls, his surname was Zhao, and he had to borrow someone... Haitang raised his eyebrows.
Xin said that although in the past two days, many people in the yamen had privately nicknamed him "Little King of Hell".
He is vaguely regarded as the most difficult person to mess with under the Governor.
But it doesn't mean that his surname Zhao really has the right to give them several orders.
Everyone is at the same level, who can direct whom?
"Did the other party say anything else?" Haitang asked.
The subordinate hesitated and said, "Zhao Jisi said that if you don't help, he will come to talk to you personally later."
What an attitude!
Haitang's eyebrows stood up in anger, her chest heaved, and she looked unhappy.
"Sir, what are we..." the subordinate asked weakly.
Haitang cursed:
"Lend it! Lend it to him! Just pretend that I'm afraid of him this time, okay!"
The subordinates quietly exited, and listened to the sound of Haitang throwing things in the hall, silently breathing a sigh of relief.
If possible, the Jinyi people of Narcissus Hall do not want to provoke that "little king of hell".
It's just a favor, there's no need to quarrel.
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Peony Hall.
"Borrowing someone?"
Zhang Han, who had a paralyzed face and pale skin, stared at the new girl in the hall and asked doubtfully.
Qian Kerou was a little frightened to face the first person under the Governor alone, but thinking that she represented Lihuatang's face, she straightened her back and said with a straight face:
"Yes. My master said, if you..."
"Okay." Zhang Han put away the scroll, stood up and walked to the door, summoned more than ten captains and began to mobilize his troops.
"..." Qian Kerou was stunned, not expecting it to go so smoothly.
Is even Zhang Han so afraid of his own little King of Hell?
"Is there anything else?" Zhang Han finished arranging the staff and turned to look at her in confusion.
"No..." Qian Kerou turned around to leave. Zhang Han suddenly remembered something and stopped her: "By the way, you go back and tell Zhao Duan that the gate of my courtyard was smashed by the Hou people. You Lihua The church is responsible for paying for the repairs.”
"……oh."
So, this afternoon, a strange scene occurred in the imperial office.
Qian Kerou walked around the eight halls.
Then, groups of people were sent out from the nine halls one after another, each holding a hastily rubbed map, and rushed to various directions in the capital.
Target:
All red flowers similar to the portraits will be scattered at the entrance of every church in the capital.
All of a sudden, countless people in brocade clothes were dispatched, their horses' hooves were like thunder, and the people along the way were startled to look sideways.
I wonder which official in the court is about to fall?
Did it cause such a big commotion?
And what everyone didn’t expect was.
Zhao Duan issued an order, and all the gang members in the Red Flower Society were suddenly searched by a group of wolf-like police officers on this afternoon.
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East of the city.
In a remote house with a closed gate.
About five or six gang members were sitting around a square table in the courtyard, eating meat and drinking wine.
Under the sun, the red flower mark painted on the courtyard gate and the blurry portrait of the door god reflected light like blood.
The leader, a strong man with red flowers embroidered on his clothes, took a sip of wine from a bowl, looked towards the closed Chaimen, and said with a smile:
"Young girl is so energetic. She is still struggling after being tied up for so long."
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Typos will be corrected first
(End of this chapter)