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

Chapter 9 Gan!You thief, don’t ruin my good name.

"Third Master, how can I... be willing to come to prison today?"

Just when Wan San was thinking about what kind of excuse he should find to deceive Song Heng and take him out of the imperial edict.

Zhao Han held the knife and Shi Shiran stepped into the imperial prison.

He has a strong Beijing accent and reveals his undisguised laxity and arrogance.

"Sixth brother, the third master said that there is a noble person outside who wants to see me and is going to take me out of the imperial prison." Song Tiao also said slowly in front of Wan San's horrified face the purpose of Wan San's coming to the imperial prison.

This said.

Zhao Han's casualness dissipated in an instant, and his sharp eyes shot towards Wan San. He stepped forward, leaned close to Wan San, and whispered: "Wan San'er, do you know...who sent Song Pingshi to the Ministry of Punishment's Prison? Today, it's The Dali Temple is responsible for carrying out the imperial edict issued by your Majesty, and I will personally guard the imperial edict."

"Wan San'er is good at everything else, except that he is too greedy.

It's normal for people to have shortcomings, but... if you don't know how to control yourself, you will be miserable and die miserably.Normally, people and animals in the prison are spared, but in recent days it has been too lively.It’s not winter yet, the cows, gods, snakes and ghosts are here! "

"Eh……"

Wan San was trembling as if going crazy.

The already fat and ugly face was now distorted to the point of being ferocious.

With his mouth open, he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

see.

Song Hao pursed his lips with a curious expression, lowered his head and looked at Wan San, asking: "Third Master, who wants to see me?"

Royal, is it the seventh prince?
The Song family has never had any contact with the prince, so it is absolutely impossible for Wan San to complain about the Song family and offend the royal family.

Here comes.

Only Cui Xue left... Cui Xue, who left the imperial prison last night.

The scholar Gao Si once said that Cui Xue was raised by a powerful person outside the house. This person...could he refer to the seventh prince, but what does this have to do with the Song family?The third brother left Beijing a few days ago and went to Henan Prefecture to re-investigate the case of missing tax money...

This matter was brought about by Jinshang.

Above the court, all those who knew about this matter were the emperor's confidants and close ministers.

Where did the seventh prince get the news...

"Sixth Son, Sixth Brother, Sixth Master...Help!" Wan San dragged his legs and knelt in front of Zhao Han, holding Zhao Han's thighs with both hands, wailing.Master, you two are the master.

By now.

There's nothing else he doesn't understand.

Zhao Yu is a hot potato, and no one who is close to Zhao Yu is simple.The scholar of yesterday is Song Hierg of today...

"Um...please go to Dali Temple."

Zhao Han looked coldly and kicked Wan San several times.However, Wan San was so shameless that he couldn't be kicked off at all.

This damn fat man.

"Can I leave the prison now?" Song Hao was surprised, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes. Whoever likes the prison is treated by whomever he likes. Except for Zhao Han, who is a middle school student, not many people in the entire capital like the prison.

Of course she doesn't hate being imprisoned.

but--

I also didn't want to live in the imperial prison. Not to mention the taste, the food was average.This is very bad for Song Hier who loves food.

"Shouldn't it be..."

Song Hier's eyes flashed, thinking of the dossier he had just asked Zhao Han to send.

Zhao Han: "As expected of Judge Song's sister, she has a quick mind. Her hands... are very stable and are very suitable for holding a knife. I will have the opportunity to share my talents with her in the future."

Song Heng: This is not necessary!
"Sixth son, Master Zhao! You can't just ignore death..."

Here, Wan San is still wailing.He hugged Zhao Han's trouser legs tightly and wouldn't let go no matter what.Song Ping was sent to prison today, so he must be hiding a secret.Now, a noble person asked him to get people out of prison...

Think about it.

Wan San felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Ouch!
If he could chop off his hand, he would chop off his own hand and make him greedy.Now, you know how awesome it is!
"Don't howl, it's giving me a headache." Song Hao scolded.

Wan San stiffened his neck and looked very pitiful.But I didn't dare to howl anymore.

Song Hao pondered for a moment: "You... go with us to Dali Temple. I just want to inform Dali Temple Young Minister Cui Mu about the noble person you mentioned..."

If Wan San wants to survive, he should understand the principle of diverting misfortune to the east.

Moreover.

The man wanted to see him at this moment for one purpose: to confirm whether Song Qi was really in prison.

It seems.

The reputation of my third brother, Judge Song, is really great.

So fast……

Some people can't sit still and are ready to make a move.

"Hey! Is that okay?" Wan San was stunned and looked at Song Hao.

see.

Zhao Han took advantage of the situation to get rid of Wan San's entanglement. "Get up and drive quickly, clean up your face and appearance, we will leave the prison through the corner gate and go to Dali Temple." Zhao Han raised his foot and lightly kicked Wan San twice, telling him to hurry up and rush to Dali Temple immediately.

"This... fishing is quite simple! It has only been a few days since Song Qi entered the imperial prison, and there are fish that can't help but surface. This year, we should be able to have a smooth and comfortable warm winter..."

heard.

Song Higurashi raised his lips slightly.

It's great to be able to escape from prison with this.
She didn't mind that Zhao Prison was unlucky, but... the living environment and food conditions in Zhao Prison were really bad.Song Hao would never refuse if he had the chance to leave.

"Okay!" Wan San jumped up and quickly rushed into the room prepared for the jailer next to him.It took half a stick of incense and Wan San came out.

——Wansan?
but.

Seeing Wan San in front of them, Song Hier and Zhao Han were both silent.

Except for his chubby appearance, his appearance has completely changed.

"Wan, Wan San..."

Zhao Han hesitated, even the third master was spared.

Wan San stretched his neck and looked around, whispering: "Shh! Keep it down."

"Third Master, do you know...that noble person's identity?" Song Hao asked.Although Wan San was the prison officer of the imperial edict and had a small official position, he was still an official with one-third of an acre in the imperial edict prison.

This caution...

Look, nothing is right.

Wan San said: "Yellow satin."

After three words, Song and Hei remained quiet and didn't ask any more questions.

Anyone who dares to wear "yellow satin" in Kyoto must be related to the royal family.

Wan San: "I'm really going to die! If I can survive this time, I will never be greedy again. Fortunately...I have a good plan. I have recorded my lifeblood in a book early and hid them one by one. If I die unfortunately, the whole family will be safe." You won’t go hungry or cold.”

very quickly.

Song Hao heard several place names.

think about.

Song Hao covered his mouth and chuckled twice.

Obviously, the name of this place...should be the place where Wansan's silver was hidden.

The world is full of different things.

Cats have cat ways, mice have rat ways.

For a moment, the three of them avoided the imperial guards.Touching quietly, he left the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.

*
Kangpingfang, Dali Temple.

This time they went to Dali Temple secretly, and all three of them disguised themselves.

Along the way, Song Hao restrained his eyes, lowered his head, and did not pay much attention to the surrounding streets and houses.

Hurry all the way.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Walking in from the corner gate of Dali Temple, it was just after noon and felt warm and cozy.

Quiet.

Quiet.

Incredibly quiet.

Song Hao walked through the corner gate and found that Dali Temple was a little too quiet.

When I entered, I didn't see any officials walking around, not even half of the government officials and police officers.The capital city has been in chaos recently, and the Shuntian Prefecture Yamen, Xingbu and Dali Temple are all bustling with activity.

today--

Why is Dali Temple so quiet? !

"The corner gate in the southeast corner of Dali Temple is connected to Cui Shaoqing's mansion in Dali Temple." Zhao Han whispered.

separated by a wall.

Separate two completely different worlds.

Everyone in Kyoto knows Cui Mu's reputation as a cold-blooded and cold-faced Yama.

Cui Mu's name is said to be able to cure babies from crying.

Song Hao took a deep breath and remained as silent as a cicada——

"Zhao Han is a thief, you dare to ruin my good name in front of Xiao Hiier, Gan! You can kill Zhao Han, this mouth... is so eloquent, I wonder if I can still speak if I cut it off?"

Suddenly.

A vague gaze fell on Song Hao.Then came a few angry and cruel words.

Song Heng's expression remained unchanged.

Good reputation?Really? He kills people at every turn. This person is truly a cold-faced Yama. It sounds even more outrageous than Zhao Han, who likes to kill people at every turn...

(End of this chapter)