Chapter 119 Senior brother, please appear
Childish——
Hearing Zhao Duan's fluttering words, the Jinyi people present unanimously cast a "sympathetic" look at the green-robed civil servant who fell in the flower bed.
In the end, He Zheng couldn't figure out why Zhao Duan chose the simplest and crudest one instead of taking a more "smart and safe" approach.
As much as he emphasizes "rules", victory or defeat in this world has always depended only on fists.
"Let's go. Since he said that the Minister of Dali Temple is personally 'interrogating' our Marquis, then I can only ask him in person."
Zhao Duan walked forward with his hands behind his back.
Behind them were Hou Renmeng and Shen Juan, who each led a team to the left and right to clear the way. Anyone who dared to obstruct along the way fell down.
"Oops, someone named Zhao called in. Go and report..."
Chaos.
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In the back office of Dali Temple, Fang Fu holds the lamp.
At this moment, the majestic and elegant Xia Jianghou bowed slightly.
He personally picked up the brewed teapot and poured the light green and yellowish tea soup into the square tea bowl, stirring up a whirlpool: "My lord, let's have a taste. This Marquis's treasured 'Spring God Tea' was produced by tea merchants in the south of the Yangtze River. In the compiled "The Book of Tea", it is listed as the top grade at the same level as the royal tribute.
The taste is different from tribute tea. It is clear and delicious. I was lucky enough to get some of it. "
Separated from him by a desk, he was sitting in a square mahogany chair.
He is a crimson-robed civil servant who is nearly sixty years old, with a Chinese-character face, a black gauze on his head, and deep Sichuan-character lines on his brow.
It is the highest official here, the Minister of Dali Temple, a third-rank official.
Although compared to Li Yanfu, Yuan Li is slightly inferior.
But his position in the court was no less than that of the fallen Pei Kaizhi, even more so.
After all, although they are both of the third rank, the Minister of Dali Temple is one of the "Nine Ministers".
Although he is ranked at the end of the Nine Qing Dynasty with the general envoy, he is different after all.
Historically, whenever major cases occurred, the minister of Dali Temple would preside over the trial, while the Minister of Punishment would take the back seat.
He is the absolute real power in the court.
"Haha, Mr. Hou, this is such a good tea, but I'm afraid it's not easy to drink."
The Minister of Dali Temple seemed to be smiling, but he still picked up the tea bowl with one hand, put it in front of his nose and took a sniff: "Yes - it is indeed a good thing."
The "bad" here is naturally not that the tea is bad, but the price behind it.
Xia Jianghou laughed, as if he didn't understand, and said cheerfully: "If you like it, my lord, I will order my servants to bring everything from the house tomorrow. Good tea must be in the hands of someone who understands tea." It’s a good destination, but it would be ruined if it falls here.”
The words are all about flattering the other party and belittling oneself...
Therefore, it is not that he really relies on his status and looks down on ministers other than nobles. He mainly depends on the weight of the person in front of him.
"Haha," the Minister of Dali Temple said nothing, slowly closed his eyes and took a sip.
After a while, his eyelids slowly opened, but he did not continue the topic. He just put the tea cup back on the table and said: "When you are old, you don't dare to drink too much after dark, because you can't sleep. Tell me, what's going on? What's going on? Who did you provoke and hurriedly came to seek refuge with me? "
Xia Jianghou said with a smile:
"My lord, it's not a big deal..."
Then, in a few words, he told how he learned from Princess Yunyang that she had been wronged, how he accepted it, and wanted to help her vent her anger.
How did he get caught by Zhao Duan and tell him again.
"I only ordered my subordinates to find an opportunity to teach the man named Zhao a lesson, but I didn't expect that my subordinates were so brave that they actually took it upon themselves to kidnap Feng Ju's family members in order to set up a trap..."
Xia Jianghou looked aggrieved by being implicated by his subordinates:
"When the incident happened, the man named Zhao thought it was me who arranged it, and he came over with murderous intent. In desperation, I had no choice but to come to Dali Temple and surrender."
What a "surrender"...
What a "telling lies with open eyes"...
The Minister of Dali Temple glanced at him calmly with slightly cloudy eyes, with a look of "seeing through but not telling off": "The Marquis is really well-mannered, and the people below are considerate and try their best."
Xia Jianghou also looked a little embarrassed and said:
"It's also my fault that I didn't stop him in time when I found out. The main reason was because everyone knew that Zhao Duan falsely accused the prime minister.
As the saying goes, the law of heaven is clear, if we can restore the innocence of the prime minister to the world, and correct the clarity of our laws in Dayu... A little deviation is not a bad intention. "
After a pause, he observed his words and added: "Especially considering your relationship with the Prime Minister..."
"Master Hou, be careful what you say."
The Minister of Dali Temple suddenly interrupted and said calmly:
"Everyone in the civil and military circles of the dynasty knows that our Dali Temple will not get involved in party disputes. If we have to say who we are loyal to, it is only His Majesty."
"Yes, yes, I made a mistake, haha." Xia Jianghou confessed.
In my heart, I cursed hypocrisy.
Although the minister of Dali Temple is indeed not a "Li party" on the surface, he has a deep friendship with Li Yanfu.
Secretly, any case involving Li Dang will be biased to some extent.
It's no secret.
The secret exchange of interests between the two parties has been carried out countless times.
This seemingly righteous old guy is actually a "glutton" who can't get enough to eat and is very greedy.
In order to make connections, a large part of the huge amount of money that Xia Jianghou collected from the Red Flower Society was put into the mouth of this glutton.
In this way, he dared to be unscrupulous and ordered people to kidnap Feng Ju's family.
Just because he had done similar things more than once.
Even if something slips through, the minister of Dali Temple will cover it up.
The reason why he chose to "overturn the verdict" this time to deal with Zhao Duan was, on the one hand, to please Princess Yunyang.
More importantly, I actually want to take the opportunity to give the gift of "overturning the verdict" to the "taotie" in front of me.
Or to be precise, it was given to Li Yanfu.
Thereby selling a favor.
This is also the reason why he had a drink with Princess Yunyang before and said that if the case was successfully overturned, he would not need to be involved.
This book is a gift to the Minister of Dali Temple.
In the end, something went wrong, but this old guy had an attitude of not wanting to care about him... extremely realistic.
"Sir," Xia Jianghou took a deep breath and said seriously:
"Although I am not afraid of him as a mere police officer, he is a ruthless person and may have Ma Yan's tacit approval behind this big fanfare to arrest me. If I fall into Ma Yan's hands, I'm afraid... "
The Minister of Dali Temple suddenly darkened his face:
"Do you want to threaten me?"
"My lord has misunderstood!" Xia Jianghou swore to the sky:
"I and your Excellency are pure and innocent, and we are the acquaintances of gentlemen."
The Minister of Dali Temple looked at him for a while and suddenly said: "I heard that there is a blue and white chilong pattern gallbladder vase from the previous dynasty in the Marquis's house, and I have been wanting to borrow it for a few days."
"...Tomorrow, I will order my servant to deliver it to the Lord's house." "There are no flowers in the vase, it is not beautiful."
"...There happens to be a peach blossom tree with sapphire and gold stamens in my residence. I will give it to you for your viewing pleasure."
"Haha, what about this Spring God Tea?"
Don't go too far!
Xia Jianghou suppressed his anger and said:
"Of course there will be no shortage of adult food."
At this moment, he even regretted that he should not have come to seek refuge. It would be better to get a better deal with the hard steel named Zhao.
The Qing of Dali Temple, who had a face with the Chinese character "Chinese" and a thick line with the Chinese character "chuan" between his eyebrows, smiled and said:
"In this case, the Marquis will stay here for a while. He is just a police officer, but he dare not come to my Dali Temple to rob people."
Xia Jianghou smiled and said, "Thank you for that..."
Before the rest of the sentence could be uttered, the two of them suddenly heard the noise coming from outside.
After a while, an official in green robe was seen rushing from the front and shouted:
"Sir, it's bad, Zhao Duan came in!"
What? !
At this moment, Xia Jianghou stood up suddenly, and was shocked at first. Is he surprised that this person is so arrogant and domineering?
You just came to ask for someone, but you dared to force your way in?
Soon, a hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows.
Suddenly, I felt that the antique jade and even the few kilograms of "Spring God Tea" that I had just promised were worth every penny.
He turned to look at the Minister of Dali Temple and saw this third-rank official with a gloomy face.
Understandable.
After all, he was slapped in the face as soon as he said something, and he had to bear the offense that he shouldn't have in his position.
"Where is this thief?"
The crimson-robed civil servant stood up and asked.
However, the next second, the ajar door of the back office was opened by a huge force!
Two rows of black and torrent-like officers in uniforms poured in.
The siege of Dali Temple Qing and Xia Jianghou was completed in an instant.
Then, Zhao Duan, who was tall and handsome in a black official robe embroidered with silver thread, stepped into the courtyard slowly and said with a smile:
"Hey, it's quite lively. I thought I heard someone calling me just now. It must be Lord Tingwei."
His eyes also passed by Xia Jianghou and fell on the important figure in the court wearing a crimson official robe.
Tingwei is another name for "Qing of Dali Temple".
"You are Zhao Duan."
Dali Temple Qing's face was gloomy, and his cloudy eyes looked down at him.
The big boss of the court who has been in high position for a long time shows no anger or authority in his every move.
Although surrounded, there is no weakness at all.
He has the calm and collected demeanor of the owner of this place.
at the same time.
Outside the gate of Houyamen, a large group of officials belonging to Dali Temple also poured in.
There were more people, so they simply formed a big circle and surrounded everyone in Lihuatang.
It's just that after all, there are specialties in the art industry.
Although there were many people, in terms of momentum, they were overwhelmed by the group of pricks from Lihuatang.
"Haha, I didn't expect that my reputation is quite big, and Wei Ting also knows it." Zhao Duan smiled.
The Minister of Dali Temple had no time to talk nonsense with him, and said coldly: "I don't know when the imperial edict had the power to trespass into the Three Laws Department."
Zhao Duan chuckled and said:
"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Tingwei, we are here only to arrest criminals."
Then, he took his time and recounted what he had said to He Zheng.
"He Sicheng insisted that it was Dali Temple who took the person for trial first, but I didn't believe it, so I had to come in and see with my own eyes."
Zhao Duan sighed softly: "Now it seems that He Sicheng is really telling lies and deceiving his superiors. Tingwei is clearly having tea with the Marquis, so how can he insist on arresting him for interrogation? ?
But Sir Tingwei, there is no need to be angry, I have already taught him a lesson for you. As for Mr. Xia Jiang, you are suspected of being involved in a case, please come with us."
Shameless!
Shameless!
After hearing what Zhao Duan said, the thoughts of the Dali Temple officials present came to their minds at the same time.
It was clearly him who hit someone, but he insisted that it was He Zheng's fault. He was indeed the infamous White Horse Ambassador Zhao in the rumors.
Even with the Qi-nurturing skills of the Dali Temple Minister, he almost laughed out of anger.
He didn't try to reason with Zhao Duan, or argue about right and wrong.
Instead, he said directly: "With your status, you have no right to arrest the hereditary marquis."
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows: "Old Zheng."
Behind him, Zheng Laojiu took a step forward, shook out a "driving sticker" with Ma Yan's seal, and illuminated it with a lamp to ensure that everyone could see the bright red seal.
"Is this enough?" Zhao Duan asked with a smile.
This thief was indeed prepared... Did Ma Yan really allow him?
... Xia Jianghou was shocked, feeling happy and confused.
The demeanor of the Minister of Dali Temple remained unchanged, and his eyes were as steady as ever:
"Not enough. The case of Marquis Xia Jiang has been brought under the jurisdiction of my Dali Temple. Today, let alone you, even if Ma Yan comes, there is no way to take him away from my territory."
After a pause, this one of the nine ministers in the court, a powerful official in Fei Pao, raised his lips: "But you, who forced your way into the Sanfa Division, really thought that after entering the imperial court, you could ignore the "Da Zhao Ya". "Yu Lv", lawlessness?
He suddenly turned his head and motioned to Xia Jianghou, who was standing next to him, and said: "Zhao Duan, the Inspector of the Yamen, has violated the law. I will use the Marquis's martial arts to capture him, I said."
Xia Jianghou's eyes were bright and his mouth was smiling.
Since the minister of Dali Temple was carrying it, he would not refuse. Immediately, the sea of qi roared, and the billowing qi machine circulated along the meridians.
The coercion unique to Shen Zhang Wufu spread in the night wind.
He took a step forward and raised his fist, approaching Zhao Duan.
"Sir, be careful——"
The officials at Lihuatang changed their colors.
However, Zhao Duan looked calm and the smile on his lips looked lazy.
He ignored Xia Jianghou, who was eagerly approaching, and the countless eyes watching the excitement around him, and only stared at the Minister of Dali Temple:
"You said Ma Yan is here, don't even think about it?"
He sighed softly, raised his head helplessly, and shouted into the night sky: "Master... Governor, you heard it, my official position is too low to be useful. It's your turn to show up. "
The next second, the wind suddenly started blowing.
A tall, thin figure, as cold as a snow-capped mountain, quietly appeared in front of Zhao Duan.
With cold eyes, he scanned the whole place, and there was silence.
The governor of the Yamen, the King of Hell, is here!
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Typos will be corrected first
(End of this chapter)