After reading the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, I only eat hundreds of millions

Chapter 3!This mouth knows how to talk, but stop talking.

"Female corpse on the bank of Wenchuan River."

Song Piao raised his head and looked at Cui Mu outside the prison.Opening his mouth, he softly uttered six words, and turned slightly to reveal the file on the missing tax bank case.

Quick fix.

Read the mind again——

She was afraid of having nightmares at night, in which she would be held down by a black panther, kissed, hugged and lifted high...

Cui Mu's eyes flashed, and his knuckled hand rubbed the white jade finger on his thumb, going round and round, with slow and gentle movements, and Leng Xiao's face instantly became solemn.

He slowly came forward and whispered: "Song Pingshi, do you know...what are you talking about? The Holy Emperor ordered us to investigate the case of missing tax money. The Ministry of Revenue, local officials, and the escort/supervisory guards were all implicated. There are hundreds of people, not including the relatives of the officials involved. Once convicted, thousands of people will be punished this time..."

"Isn't... Xiao Hiera'er afraid of death? The case of missing tax money is a puddle of muddy water. If you step in, neither the Song family nor he may be able to protect it."

Heads are rolling.

This is not a joke.

Before winter comes, the real culprit of the missing tax money case will no longer be found.

Outside the Meridian Gate, there will be heads rolling and blood dripping.

Cui Mu frowned, his face as dark as water.

He stared at the girl in the prison, her cheeks were stained with a lot of dust, and looked very miserable.However, those clear and transparent eyes are not stained by the world.

Transparent and pure.

Looking at——

Make people happy.

Cui Mu: "These eyes——"

Song Hao stiffened and shivered.

For no reason, he stepped back.

This person's sight...

It felt to Song Heng as if he wanted to gouge out his own eyeballs.

I used to often hear people say that the Supervision Department is afraid of both humans and ghosts.

At that time, the original person could not understand the reason.

this moment.

Song Hao understood.

"I know." Song Hao said.

Song Qi secretly left Beijing just to investigate the case.

The purpose of her imprisonment was to provide cover for Song Qi.The original body died for no reason, so we had to guard against it.If the imperial edict is not safe, Song Zhi must save himself.

First, you need to find a backer.

"Then you say -" Cui Mu clenched his finger, raised his hand, and all the supervisory guards and jailers bowed and retreated.One after the other, it happened within five seconds.

Song Tiao took the scholar's file and said, "Master Shaoqing, please read this file."

Cui Mu took the file and read ten lines at a glance.

This dossier contains only three lines.

One breath is enough.

"This……"

"Lord Shaoqing, this scholar knows the female corpse by the Wenchuan River."

heard.

Cui Mu's expression suddenly changed.

He clenched the file in his hand, his eyes brighter.

Song Ping smiled, pursed his lips toward the prison opposite, and continued: "If Master Shaoqing wants to identify the authenticity, you can interrogate him face to face."

Song Ping deliberately emphasized "him", which is tantamount to making it clear.

"Okay, I will interrogate you personally. Recently, the temperature in Kyoto has cooled down and asked Zhao Han to change your place. There is no rule in the Zhou Dynasty about entering Dali Temple with your left foot to be punished. You stay in the imperial prison. If you have anything to do... ask Zhao Han to contact me. Cui Mu mentioned Song Ping in his words and told her that there was chaos inside and outside the capital, so she should stay in the imperial prison to keep her safe.

Done.

Cui Mu turned and left.

Soon.

Zhao Han personally led the jailer to send the scholar away.

Song Hao untied the purse from his waist, poured out the candy inside, pinched a piece, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

Knew it.

There are also dangers in prison.

Cui Mu's words revealed three messages.

First, there is chaos and danger inside and outside the capital.

Second, except Zhao Han, no other jailer can be trusted.

Third, he would ask Zhao Han to change his identity for Song Piao. Of course, he would have to stay in prison.

"Dad, you and your brother have hurt me."

Song Hao murmured, feeling a headache.

After receiving the original memory, for some reason, she didn't reject it at all, but felt more happy.

Just like a fish entering the water, a bird returning to its nest.

then.

Her eyes fell on the system.

I found an extra line of text above.

Mind reading value: 6
After the system restarted successfully, she read the minds of 4 people in total.

Zhao Han, the unknown jailer, the scholar and Cui Mu.When Cui Mu arrived, perhaps Cui Mu was the closest, or perhaps Cui Mu's voice was too perverted.Except for him, Song Hao didn't hear anyone else's thoughts.

Maybe.

This mind reader can control who listens and who does not listen at will.

Or--

Is there a distance limit for mind reading?
If there are distance restrictions, then you have to continue experimenting.

What can I exchange for this mind-reading value?
Coca-Cola French Fries Family Bucket

Duck neck, duck wings, duck intestines and edamame
Fried chicken beer
……

Oh open!

This system is top notch, and it really provides delicious food.In addition to food, weapons, medicines, etc. are all available.

Niubi ah.

Unfortunately, she is in prison.

I can see that I can’t eat it for the time being.

At night.

There were footsteps again at the end of the prison corridor.

"Song Jingshi, change quickly." Zhao Han left and came back, opened the cell door with a few clicks, handed a set of jailer's clothes to Song Qi, and whispered: "This is Cui Shaoqing's order. You have to do it recently." Stay in prison."

Zhao Han: "Song Hao deserves to be a son of the Song family. He dares to talk to the cold-faced Yama. I wanted to pee while standing next to him... At that moment, even my favorite torture could not save me. Forget it, let's not mention this Yama. I'm afraid. I heard that the Qing family of Guanglu Temple has a unique book on torture in the previous dynasty. If someone comes to visit me in the name of Cold-faced Yama, can I get it?
Eh!Why is Song Hei staring at me——

Does she know that I used her name to blackmail Song Qi?This...can't be done! "

Song Zhi slapped his mouth hard several times.

Without avoiding suspicion, he directly put on the jailer's clothes.

"What did you do behind my back?" Song Hao pretended not to see his wandering eyes, touched his stomach and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to pursue it. I'm a little hungry. Find a place to prepare some food for me."

Zhao Han took a careful breath.

"Tiger Bench"

"Ducks float on water"

"Su Qin carries the sword"

Zhao Han silently recited several torture techniques to extract confessions, whistling in his mouth, trying hard to ignore Song Hao's dark, murderous eyes.

Next to him, Song Hao's legs weakened and he almost fell over.

This Zhao Han... wants to go to heaven?

"Mao'er Hutong, Diqi's house. The bookshelf by the window in the south wing, the third shelf." Song Piao said coldly, with a wooden face, squinting at Zhao Han.

If Zhao Han dares to talk about it again, she won't mind visiting Zhao's house.

It's a gift.

It's what's on the bookshelf at the address I just mentioned.

at first……

Zhao Han didn't care.

However, after listening to it.

He was dumbfounded and stammered: "You...how did you know?"

Maoer Hutong is Zhao Han’s “secret base”.

Things on the bookshelf in the south wing.

It is also the lifeblood of Zhao Han.

"Guess?" Song Hao smiled mysteriously and spit out two words.

She heard all this information from Zhao Han's thoughts.

Zhao Han absolutely loves torture, and he even built a courtyard for those things.Name it - Soul Palace.

There is no one left with this second disease.

Surprise flashed through Zhao Han's eyes.

——Song Heng is worthy of being a member of the Song family. From top to bottom, no one in the Song family is easy to mess with.

Turn left and go right.

I don’t know how long it took.

A wave of warmth rushed towards me.

Zhao Han led Song Hao to a spacious room.

There are burned charcoal pots placed in several corners of the house.On the wooden table in the middle, there is food.

"Zhao Tou."

"Zhao Tou."

The two jailers stood up and said hello.

Zhao Han waved his hand and said, "Sit down and eat together."

There was no intention of introducing Song Heng. The two jailers knew what he was interested in and didn't ask.He pulled out the wooden chair, smiled at Song Hao, and started eating.

Unnamed Jailer A: "This pretty boy... his face is really white, and his butt is also up.

Young masters from wealthy families have different preferences. They like to come to the imperial prison to play.I... it's different. I only love the little ladies in Yihongyuan, whether it's Xiaocui or Xiaohong.They have fair skin, thin waists, and sweet mouths..."

Unnamed Jailer B: "Hey! Another one here for gold plating.

Zhao Yu is very popular recently!This release...all come in in groups.Otherwise, I would be really tired of this damp and dark prison. "

Song Hao frowned and tensed his body.

These two are also good talkers.

But don't say it.

(End of this chapter)