A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 142: Don’t Always Talk About Killing an Entire Family (Part )

Gu Zimo remembered the case in which Song Xuan sent people to kidnap Dou Han without any witness evidence.

According to Dou Han's description, it took two strong men to accomplish it quietly.

The key is that if you want to send him out of the city late at night, you need someone to cooperate secretly.

It was only because Dou Chou committed suicide, and the prosecutor Zhang Kang confirmed that he was a powerful foreigner.

Dou Han didn't even see the man's face clearly, so even if he drew a picture and issued an arrest warrant, he wouldn't be able to do it.

This matter has now become an unsolved case.

This made Gu Zimo even more convinced that Song Xuan had also hired a professional strongman to do this.

After all, that kid is the worst of the three evils in Lema Town back home!
He is definitely not a good person and must know something about this channel.

Whether it was Prefect Yan or Zhang Kang and others, Gu Zimo was sure that they were all deceived by Song Xuan's hypocritical appearance!
If this boy had a good reputation, how could he have such a reputation in his hometown?

If Gu Zimo wanted to successfully kill Song Xuan and avenge his old mentor, he believed that at least two professional killers who could kill people without them being seen would be needed to succeed.

Gu Zimo wrote a letter asking his brother to find a more powerful master in Tokyo to come over in case of emergency!

If this killer failed and was caught by Song Xuan, perhaps he could strike again when Song Xuan was relaxed and succeed unexpectedly.

When he finished writing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Zimo opened the inner wall, revealing the tablet of his mentor Dou Yuanbin, and lit it before offering incense:
"Master, please bless me to avenge you successfully. I couldn't think of a good way to deal with Song Xuan at the moment."

"But he actually jumped out and made a profitable business, so he had a good reason."

"I have already sent the assassin into hiding. When the right opportunity comes, I will surely avenge my mentor!"

It was getting darker.

Song Xuan was still studying hard in Sanwei Bookstore in order to prepare for the upcoming test.

The little civet cat was curled up and sleeping in the nest it had bought.

Meow meow.

A cat meowed in the street.

The little cat opened its eyes in confusion and looked around.

Song Xuan stood up and walked to the window. He saw someone waving below and pulled the rope.

The bell in the first-floor lobby rang.

Jiao Ming, who was playing the turtle-catching game, stood up from his chair and went over to open the door.

"Third Brother Jiao."

Qu Ze chuckled twice and said, "I didn't dare knock on the door rashly, so as not to attract other people's attention."

Jiao Ming responded with a smile and let him in.

Qu Ze looked at them playing cards and chuckled a few times. He hadn't played for a long time.

These are the games that Twelve Brother came up with, and you can’t play them in other gambling houses.

Song Xuan simply stood up and stretched his body.

His room was bright, and he had no intention of lighting a candle to read just to save money.

"Twelfth brother."

Qu Ze glanced over and found that Zhang Fangping, who had just joined the group, was also there. Seeing that Song Xuan had no intention of asking him to leave, he took the initiative to speak:
"We've found out that they are the ones behind this."

"Ah."

Song Xuan responded: "You really want to kill me!"

"Is that so?"

Qu Ze made a throat-cutting gesture.

"The crime of killing an official is too great."

As soon as Zhang Fangping stopped writing with the brush in his hand, he felt that something was wrong with the conversation between the two. Now, when he heard what his twelfth brother said, he naturally raised his head.

"Besides, he's just a messenger." Song Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Let's lure the killer out first."

"understood."

Qu Ze bowed and left.

Song Xuan also had a clue in his mind.

As for the fact that the emperor sent people from the Imperial City Bureau to investigate him, Song Xuan had never thought of it.

So the suspicion was directly placed on Dou Chou.

Even if Dou Chou committed suicide, his son would still blame Song Xuan for his crime.

After a little probing, Gu Zimo really thought that it was a killer sent by the Dou family, and he was not confused at all.

It seems that they have been prepared for this!

"Twelfth Brother?"

Seeing Zhang Fangping's doubts, Song Xuan stretched his body:
"Gu Zimo, the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture, entertained assassins who came to kill me, and there were more than one group of them."

Zhang Fangping frowned upon hearing this and angrily shouted:
"He is a dignified official of the Song Dynasty, yet he actually did such a despicable thing!"

Assassination?

"Revenge, it's not shameful."

Song Xuan didn't care. He was prepared for this kind of thing.

After all, they are from a prominent family, and they were screwed by a poor "little scoundrel" like you. How can they swallow the anger in their hearts?
Now the Dou family can't wait to kill you in the imperial examination, and they want to kill you physically, Song Xuan.

Treat others in their own way!
Anyway, it must be Song Xuan who broke Dou Han's leg.

In addition, he forced Dou Chou to death.

How can we just ignore the new and old grudges?

"If Brother Twelve kills the official, the impact will be too bad."

A conflicted look appeared on Zhang Fangping's face.

After all, once an official is killed, the local authorities will definitely not be able to conceal the incident, and the imperial court will send people to investigate.

It is certainly not as easy to close the case as just interrupting a commoner like Dou Han.

"I'm not so foolish as to kill officials and rebel."

A trace of anger also flashed across Song Xuan's face:

"I just want to pass the imperial examination, so I can lead my army to the northwest border in the future. But someone always comes to hinder me and force me to go another way. Damn it! Let me think of how to fight back!"

Zhang Fangping felt uncomfortable when he thought about his twelfth brother being tattooed on his face and being sent to the army as a thief. He took the initiative to pour him a glass of cold water.
"Don't worry, brother Twelve. He's just a killer. With your skills, you can kill anyone who comes."

"Different."

Song Xuan sat down again. "Killers usually assassinate, unlike the brainless Scorpion, who wants to rush in with his minions to achieve victory. He suddenly rushes out from the street and shoots you with a poisoned hidden arrow, or poisons your food."

"hiss."

Zhang Fangping felt that he had oversimplified his thinking.

"Twelfth brother, then I support you in killing their entire family."

Zhang Fangping's face was solemn: "If we can't eradicate them completely, they will surely come to seek revenge on you endlessly!"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Xuan's face. After all, he was somewhat doubtful whether he had led Zhang Fangping astray.
What good kid would say something like "support killing someone's entire family"?

"Cough cough." Song Xuan pretended to cough twice:
"Fang Ping, we are human beings now and will become officials in the future. You, especially, cannot have such extreme thoughts!"

Zhang Fangping looked doubtful. Isn't this your usual way of thinking, Brother Twelve?
Now that we have made enemies, we must eradicate them completely and leave no future troubles.

Otherwise, when you are older and your enemy's children have grown up, they will come looking for you to take revenge, and they will not show mercy.

Song Xuan took out the Analects and didn't look at Zhang Fangping's expression:

"Let me think of a way to ruin the Dou family. If they can't even feed their families, how can they afford to hire assassins?" "We should try to turn their external conflicts into internal ones. If Dou Han hadn't been so arrogant and domineering, how could the Dou family have fallen into such a state?"

"Twelfth brother, you are still too kind!"

Seeing that Song Xuan ignored him and started reading, Zhang Fangping tried to persuade him anxiously:

"Have you forgotten that you only spoke a few truthful and fair words in the examination room, and Dou Han would have had your legs broken and crippled."

"They are not kind people!"

"We have to find a way to fight back."

"Their whole family is in their hometown on Shaanxi Road. They have no chance to do anything even if they want to."

After Song Xuan said this, Zhang Fangping understood that his twelfth brother had also thought about this.

It's just that the journey is long, and hiring a killer is not a very reliable idea.

It would be very awkward for a stranger to come to the local place.

He didn't have the contact information of the Northwest Swordsman, and without someone he trusted to do this, it would easily be leaked.

Zhang Fangping fell into deep thought. In fact, what Song Xuan had just said about bankrupting the Dou family was a bit empty talk.

No matter how poor the Dou family is, they still have a lot of land in their hometown.

It is unclear whether the imperial court took back Dou Chou's official land.

If there is no official in the family, the living standard will definitely be much worse than before.

"Ah." This was the first time Zhang Fangping had encountered such a thing. He sat down dejectedly.
"Twelfth Brother, I can't think of any good ideas at the moment."

"And what we should focus on is preparing for the exam. It's said to be three months away, but in reality, we only have about two months to prepare."

"Also, don't talk about killing an entire family so easily in the future. There are some things you can do but can't say, otherwise it's easy to expose them subconsciously."

Song Xuan didn't care and gave Zhang Fangping some advice.

Now that he is a little older, his ideas are not too extreme. He is currently in the late stage of adolescence.

However, he was becoming more mature in his heart, unlike Zhang Fangping who had only grown slowly in the past two years. After all, his family situation was not very good, and he grew taller by following Song Xuan to supplement his body's needs.

Zhang Fangping nodded and thought for a while.

Still haven't figured out any perfect solution.

Song Xuan used the excuse of going to the restroom and saw Jiao Ming and the others playing cards with Qu Ze. He reminded them to be careful because they were being watched.

Qu Ze stayed at home overnight to avoid being targeted and exposed.

Everyone responded and continued playing cards.

They didn't take things like this seriously.

Based on their strength, the killer will definitely not return.

But they also understood Song Xuan's cautious nature, otherwise they would not have been able to grow up smoothly.

It's better to be safe than sorry.

Tao Hong was petting the dog in the yard when he saw Song Xuan coming over.

"Master, do you want to find wives for these brothers?"

"It's all right."

After all, there are five of them including Tao Hong.

Three of them are older than Song Xuan and are also old enough to get married.

Moreover, Song Xuan did not restrict them from going to brothels to play around, so as to prevent them from being bewitched by a woman in the future.

Tao Hong thought about it again. It would be nice for the brothers to live together in a big yard, but once they get married, the yard might not be enough.

No one is thinking of selling the yard next door.

Especially since there are so many people coming and going in the Twelve Bookstores, it can also boost the business of the neighbors, after all, there are so many people there.

How could there be so many people gathering here?

Every time the lottery is drawn on site, a large number of people come to watch.

"Why, did any of my brothers notice this?"

Tao Hong shook his head. "Based on the intentions of the people who came to investigate us, since they would ask those temporary workers, they would also try to start with us. I guess offering money won't work. They are probably trying to seduce us."

"Hey."

Song Xuan waved indifferently, sat down on the steps again, and stroked the puppy again:
"As usual, the sugar-coated bullet eats the sugar coating, and the bullet hits back. We can just make up a story among ourselves, and he won't be able to prove it's true or false."

"Then take it slow. We have just arrived in Song City and are not familiar with the surroundings. Maybe you brothers will meet a young lady you like in the future."

Song Xuan nodded: "We'll see when the time comes. This piece of land will have to be guarded by brothers in the future. There's no need for you to go out and explore with me."

"Ah."

Tao Hong understood Song Xuan's plan. He actually had some ambitions and didn't want to be confined to one place.

It’s better to travel around while you are young.

When Song Xuan went to Tokyo for the exam, Tao Hong was looking forward to returning home in glory and asking them to take a good look at him.

How successful the little beggar they looked down upon is now!
Get up early in the morning.

After washing up, Song Xuan went to school with Zhang Fangping.

The students living in Yingtian Academy get up very early. After all, the sun rises early in the summer, so they can read more and review their lessons before daybreak.

Even though the doors and windows of the dormitory were open, it was really hot sleeping on the big bunk bed.

Bao Zheng also got up early, and he was assigned to the same class as Shijie.

At this time, he was studying hard with a book in his hand under the shade of a tree.

"Brother Bao."

Song Xuan greeted him and said with a smile, "You still love getting up early to study."

Bao Zheng smiled and said, "My mind is clear in the morning, so it's easier to remember things. Although I've memorized all the Four Books and Five Classics over the years, they become blurry after a while."

Song Xuan forgot how the concept called the forgetting curve explained this kind of thing.

"This is normal. Do you really think everyone has a photographic memory like Fang Ping?"

Song Xuan grinned and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Without waiting for Bao Zheng to answer, he handed him the meat bun and said: "If you don't eat in the morning, after the hour of Chen, your stomach will absorb your overnight feces."

Bao Zheng curled his lips.

I don’t know where Song Xuan learned this distorted theory.

Think about it, none of this can be true!

It was just an excuse Song Xuan made to give himself the meal.

Bao Zheng naturally thanked Song Xuan for his kindness.

After all, they brought it to him specially from outside the school.

Many students get up early to cook some porridge and eat some bread to fill their stomachs, and then wait until the afternoon to eat the leftovers, and the day passes like this.

Of course, this is the daily portrayal of most students. There are also many students who do not lack such a bite of food and can eat three meals a day.

When Song Xuan saw Bao Zheng's expression, he knew that he did not believe his theory.

"Hey, Brother Bao, don't distrust me. You know, I know a little bit about medicine."

"Otherwise, wouldn't the local Dr. Wang have invited me to discuss theories with him?"

"Go ahead and brag, Twelve-sir," Bao Zheng said, biting into a meat bun. "Do you really think I don't know Wang Xiuyong?"

(End of this chapter)