Catching Monsters

Chapter 99 Feng Bei'er (First Order)
Feng Yu felt as if he had heard it wrongly.

In his opinion, Jiang Yun is a cultivator and should regard money as something outside of his body.

Your Majesty does not want to choose someone who is greedy for money, and the reason is simple.

They are afraid that those who secretly resell weapons and military supplies will take bribes.

Feng Yu swallowed his saliva. He had recommended the person himself, and the imperial edict had also been issued...

Feng Yu looked at the imperial edict in Jiang Yun's hand and took a deep breath: "Don't worry, if this task is completed to the satisfaction of His Majesty."

"You will certainly not lose money."

"But I have to remind you that you have to have a balance in your heart about what money you should take and what money you shouldn't take."

Jiang Yun of course understood what Feng Yu meant and nodded in agreement.

Feng Yu then looked more serious and said to Jiang Yun, "Although the clues about Jia Xuyang and Zheng Zailu are gone, I can still give you some clues."

"A large amount of military supplies and weapons are to be transported to the Northern Hu land and must pass inspection smoothly."

"There are three people in the capital who can do it."

"The Duke of Zhenguo."

"Marquis Weide."

"Marquis Ningde."

"These three have been leading troops to guard the northern border all year round. It is easy for them to send things to Beihu."

Jiang Yun stood by, nodded repeatedly, and asked, "Anything else, father-in-law?"

Feng Yu glared at him and said, "Nothing, that's all the clues."

Jiang Yun frowned immediately. How can he investigate with just this little clue?

Seeing Jiang Yun frowning, Feng Yu said unhappily, "How about I wait until I find out the real culprit and then notify you?"

Jiang Yun smiled awkwardly and quickly said no.

Jiang Yun thought for a moment and asked, "Eunuch, are the Marquis of Wei De and the Marquis of Ning De in the capital? Otherwise, how about we take them back to the Jinyiwei and interrogate them?"

Feng Yu hurriedly said, "Don't mess around, kid. These two marquises, including the Duke of Zhenguo, can't mess around easily."

"The three of them are all at the border, leading the army to guard the border for Your Majesty."

"Unless there is irrefutable evidence that they were involved in the sale of weapons and military supplies to the Hu people, and your Majesty has given the nod of approval, otherwise, they cannot be arrested or tried. Do you understand?"

"Then how should I check it?"

Feng Yu couldn't give any good suggestions, so he slowly stood up and shook his clothes: "That's it, think of a solution yourself, if you encounter any difficulties, you can ask Captain Yang for help."

After saying this, he strode out of the study and left the East Pacification Office.

Jiang Yun was a little troubled. Looking at the contents of the imperial edict, he was ordered to solve the case within a month.

Duke Zhenguo, Marquis Wei De, Marquis Ning De.

Using the process of elimination, we first rule out the Duke of Zhenguo. Qiaoqiao is still living in the Duke's Mansion.

What's more, Xu Dingwu looks upright and doesn't seem like someone who would secretly sell military supplies.

As for Marquis Wei De and Marquis Ning De.

No, I don’t even know who these two people are. I don’t even know their last names or names.

Jiang Yun was confused. After walking out of the study, he left the East Pacification Office and rushed back to the inn.

He was not familiar with the powerful people in the capital.

But he does know someone who is familiar with this, Xu Xiaogang.

This guy grew up in Beijing.

When I returned to the inn and opened the door, I saw Xu Xiaogang inside, who was emitting a faint fragrance.

The skin also becomes fairer.

Xu Xiaogang closed his eyes tightly, and when he heard the noise, he said, "You're back?"

"Where did you go last night? You missed the chance to witness me break through to the sixth level of the martial arts realm. What a pity."

Jiang Yun lay down on the bed, relaxed, and said, "Do you know Marquis Wei De and Marquis Ning De?"

When Xu Xiaogang heard the two names, he opened his eyes, and a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes. He stood up, stretched his muscles, walked to the round table, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip: "Why are you interested in them?"

"Is such that."

There is no need to hide anything with Xu Xiaogang.

I still have to rely on him to help solve the case.

Soon, he told the whole story.

After hearing this, Xu Xiaogang actually clenched the teacup in his hand, his face turning a little pale.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Yun thought that he was unhappy because the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion was also on the suspect list.

He quickly comforted her: "This is just a suspicion, don't take it too seriously..."

Xu Xiaogang didn't care about this at all. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "Such a big case! How could I have missed it?"

He stared at Jiang Yun with some envy: "I am so young, but I have become a sixth-grade Xiantian realm master."

"If I participate, His Majesty will definitely choose me as the secret envoy."

As he said this, he slapped his thigh, quite regretful. He looked at Jiang Yun somewhat unwillingly and sighed.

Then he said, "Marquis Wei De and Marquis Ning De are both generals guarding the northern border. They live in the north all year round, but their families live in the capital."

Jiang Yun thought for a moment and asked, "Do you think there is any way to investigate this?"

"The easiest way, of course, is to start with these two marquisates." Xu Xiaogang frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

Jiang Yun rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's not easy to arrest these two marquises directly..."

Xu Xiaogang: “?”

"Who said we should arrest the Marquis? We should start with his family members."

"If these two marquises are really involved, they are far away in the northern border and there is definitely no way to make direct arrangements."

"I'm afraid there is someone in the Marquis's Mansion who can help."

Jiang Yun nodded and touched his chin: "Do you have a solution?"

Xu Xiaogang took a deep breath and said slowly: "The young lady of the Weide Marquis family has admired my talent for poetry for a long time."

"Unfortunately, I am devoted to martial arts and have no interest in love, so I declined many times."

"It seems that in order to solve the case, I have to make some sacrifices and get closer to her."

Jiang Yun: “Ah?”

"Brother-in-law, do you have any love poems?"

"Yes, there is..."

……

Feng Jin, Marquis of Weiwu, had three generations of ancestors who had made outstanding contributions.

He had a son and a daughter. His son, Feng Tianling, had already become the captain of the Beijing camp at the age of 25.

Her daughter Feng Bei'er took after her mother, being extremely beautiful. She was seventeen years old, had a gentle and elegant personality, and loved poetry.

Although she is a young lady from a mighty marquis's mansion, she has no interest in warriors wielding swords and guns. Instead, she likes Confucian scholars the most. Only scholars with talent in poetry and writing can catch her eye.

All the young and powerful people in the capital wanted to please him.

The young nobles who were originally the most popular in wielding swords and guns now looked for people to write poems for them.

They all fantasized about appearing in front of Feng Bei'er, reciting a poem and making Feng Bei'er fall in love with her.

Over time, these powerful children in the capital rarely fought with each other.

Instead, it gradually developed into a habit of competing with each other to see whose poetry was better and more impressive.

The powerful and elders in the capital were also happy to see this scene.

It's better than having a few lackeys around and doing whatever they want all day long.

On this day, the sedan chair of the Weiwu Marquis slowly walked out of the Marquis's mansion. The young and beautiful Feng Bei'er sat inside, holding a collection of poems in her hands, admiring the many famous lines from ancient times, and couldn't help but sigh. Her favorite was a love poem written by a female poet two hundred years ago.

This woman fell in love with a Confucian gentleman, but the Confucian gentleman still went to Beijing to take the imperial examination and there was no news of him since then.

The woman wrote this poem out of longing.

Feng Beier couldn't help but whispered:
"The candlelight in the window reminds me of Xiao Lang, the lamp is burning out and the night is getting longer. A few volumes of books have the warmth of ink, and the old words on the half-written paper make me feel cold."

"It is hard to express my feelings day and night, and my thoughts are still there year after year. I only hope that we can cut the candle together when we return, and talk under the curtains under the full moon."

In this era, it is extremely difficult for a woman to leave a lasting legacy.

It is impossible for him to join the army like his father and brothers.

Perhaps the only way is to write a poem that will be passed down through the ages.

Feng Beier sighed softly.

"How dare you, who dares to stop the sedan chair of the Weiwu Marquis' Mansion?"

Outside the sedan, the bearer's scolding voice was heard.

Feng Beier frowned slightly, and with her slender fingers, she lifted the veil: "Don't be rude..."

Outside the sedan, Jiang Yun looked at Xu Xiaogang next to him, like a pervert, stopped the sedan and frowned tightly.

Then, a beautiful woman appeared in the sedan chair, with eyes as bright as autumn water, eyebrows as curved as willow leaves, and skin as white as snow...

Even Jiang Yun, a man with such a firm mind, was stunned for half a second.

"Who are you two?" Feng Bei'er looked at the two of them, then recognized Xu Xiaogang, frowned slightly, and her voice became a little colder: "Xu Xiaogang? What do you want?"

"Miss Feng, I was away on a business trip. I missed you on the way and was inspired to write a poem."

"This is to express my longing for the girl."

Xu Xiaogang ignored the people coming and going on the street and recited aloud: "I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky, and a pair of branches on the ground. The eternity of heaven and earth may end someday, but this hatred will last forever."

Hearing this poem, Feng Beier's face instantly turned red, and she said, "Vile! Who will be with you forever..."

After saying this, she turned around and got into the sedan chair.

"Walk."

Soon, the sedan chair went away.

"Ms. Belle, I am sincere to you."

Looking at Xu Xiaogang who looked like a pervert next to him, Jiang Yun was stunned. So he was the one who was bootlicking?

"Brother-in-law, your poetry is not good."

Jiang Yun glared at the guy fiercely. This was the Song of Everlasting Sorrow. How could this bastard blame the poem for his own mistakes?

There is nothing wrong with this poem, of course. But this guy, reading it in public to a young girl, it would be strange if the girl didn't think he was a hooligan.

If it is true as Xu Xiaogang said, that Feng Beier has been in love with him for a long time, then there must be no problem with reading this paragraph...

Who made him the bootlicker?

However, what Jiang Yun did not expect was that soon, a servant following Feng Bei'er ran to Xu Xiaogang and said, "Mr. Xu, my lady said that although your poem is inappropriate, it is quite poetic when you think about it carefully."

"Miss invites you to go to Moon Viewing Pavilion the day after tomorrow."

"Seriously." Xu Xiaogang's eyes lit up, as if he had obtained the qualification certificate to be a dog licker.

He jumped up and hugged Jiang Yun: "Brother-in-law, there is no problem with this poem."

Seeing this guy so excited that he kissed him, Jiang Yun pushed him away and asked in a low voice: "Didn't we agree to investigate the case?"

"The day after tomorrow, we'll go to Moon-Watching Pavilion," Xu Xiaogang explained.

It turned out that Feng Bei'er would rent the top floor of the Moon Watching Pavilion in the capital at the beginning and middle of every month, and then invite some young men with great talent in poetry to go there and recite poems and compose couplets.

Those who can go are basically talented people who are recognized by Feng Bei'er.

Seeing Xu Xiaogang's behavior as a veteran bootlicker, Jiang Yun couldn't help but roll his eyes at him and turned away.

"Hey, brother-in-law, wait for me, where are you going?"

"Changxin Temple."

"Hey, what are you doing at Changxin Temple?"

"I want to ask for your marriage, to see if you and Miss Feng Bei'er are destined to be together, okay?"

"Hey, yes, yes."

I have no idea at the moment, but fortunately one month is enough time.

Jiang Yun planned to go to Changxin Temple first.

The two came to the outer city, and outside Changxin Temple, it was still deserted and cold.

The young monk Wuyuan was standing at the door sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom.

"Why is it still this desolate scene? Nothing has changed at all?" Xu Xiaogang looked at the situation in front of him in confusion and complained.

Jiang Yun was also puzzled and said, "Let's go."

Seeing the people coming, Wuyuan raised his head and recognized them naturally: "Two donors are here again?"

As he spoke, Wuyuan looked back and forth at Xu Xiaogang with a strange look in his eyes.

These eyes made Xu Xiaogang feel a little uneasy. Damn it, it seems that he can no longer hide the fact that he is dressed as a woman!
Wuyuan put his hands together and said, "I didn't expect that the donor is a woman dressed as a man, and it's hard to tell whether she is real or fake."

Jiang Yun coughed and said, "Is Abbot Yunwu here?"

"Yes, please come in, two donors."

The two followed Wuyuan into the house and came to a meditation room in the Buddhist temple.

In the Zen room, the sound of wooden fish being struck and the sound of Abbot Yunwu chanting scriptures could be heard continuously.

dong dong dong.

Wuyuan went forward and knocked on the door: "Abbot, the two Jinyiwei donors who came last time are here again."

The door creaked open, and Abbot Yunwu clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

He looked at Jiang Yun and said, "Thank you, benefactor. We at Changxin Temple have received a message from the Royal Guards, which is enough to prove the innocence of our Changxin Temple."

Jiang Yun frowned and asked in confusion: "If that's the case, why is the business in the temple still so quiet?"

Abbot Yunwu frowned slightly and said, "After this incident, the high-ranking officials in the capital will go to other temples to worship Buddha. I'm afraid they will no longer come to Changxin Temple."

Jiang Yun touched his chin and said, "Master Wuyuan, please go get the four treasures of the study."

Soon, the four treasures of the study were brought out and Jiang Yun wrote a contract.

There are two copies, which basically mean that the profits of Changxin Temple in the future will be divided into 40% and 60%, with 60% for me.

Looking at the contract in front of him, Abbot Yunwu showed some hesitation.

"Is the abbot going to regret this?" Xu Xiaogang, who was standing next to him, threatened.

"There is no profit in Changxin Temple. I will just sign it."

Soon, the contract was signed and Jiang Yun put it away carefully.

"Abbot, where is the document from the Royal Guards proving your innocence?"

"Of course something this important should be placed in my locker."

Jiang Yun gave Abbot Yunwu a blank look. He really didn't know how to do business.

What’s the use of knowing that you are innocent?

"Go, Wuyuan, and post the document on the temple wall."

Abbot Yunwu was shocked: "That's the document of the Jinyiwei. If we do this..."

"I am a Jinyiwei, what am I afraid of?"

"Also, I have five taels of silver here. Find some people and spread the word that the Buddha of Changxin Temple appeared."

Abbot Yunwu: "Donor, this is a lie. We are monks, how can we do such a thing..."

"You tricked them into coming to worship Buddha. Your original intention was right. Buddha will not blame you."

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(End of this chapter)