Song Beiyun

"Can you still call it a hidden plot after giving a hint?"

Chapter 235: On December 12th, the sleet and hard bones bloomed

There has been a lot of rain and snow this year. In the early morning, the sky is dripping down again. Small ice particles are sandwiched in the rain. It seems that it will snow again.

In the Imperial City Department Office, Song Beiyun personally clicked the hair today, and those who were clicked were called aside, and more than two hundred people were clicked in an hour of back and forth.

"Today you are all going to the whole city to find me that beggar."

"Looking for a beggar?" A relative looked at Song Beiyun in surprise: "Master Song, what is there to find for a beggar?"

Song Beiyun glanced out the window: "If you were a beggar, would you go out early in this weather?"

"If you're hungry..."

Song Beiyun stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "If you're so diligent, you won't be able to become that beggar. Go ahead and hire some people, old, weak, sick, or disabled, just stare at the body with arms and legs If you are healthy, you can take them directly to the prison, whether you torture them or threaten them, it’s all up to you, anyway, they are all scraps like rags, life and death don’t matter.”

"The next official has an order."

The colorful "Jinyiwei" of the Imperial City Division dispersed like vicious dogs grabbing food after getting the order. Song Beiyun said that the old, weak, sick, and disabled should not be ignored, but they don't care about so many, how can they be thoughtful? With a fine sieve, as long as it is the beggar, it will be taken away.

But it seems like Master Song said, there really weren't any old and weak beggars wandering around in the city this early in the morning.So the ones caught were those with healthy limbs, and some looked somewhat powerful.

This group of yards has never been unreasonable in their affairs. Those beggars may still cry and call their father and mother when they meet the government servants, but they dare to call when they meet these "Jinyiwei"?When he shouted, a scabbard went over, making him dizzy from the beating.

Later, it seemed that the story of the arrest of beggars spread. Those beggars who had gathered under the eaves in twos and threes ran away when they saw these people in colorful clothes, but these yards were all professionally trained hunting dogs. It's okay if they don't run in time, but this run has aroused their viciousness.

These beggars, how can they survive the yards that Song Beiyun has raised so fiercely these days, no one in Baizhang will be caught, and it doesn't matter if they are caught, they will be beaten and killed on the spot. There are not a few people who vomit blood.

In just one morning, half a hundred beggars were stuffed into the prison. Song Beiyun came to the prison before eating. He walked down, covering his mouth and nose, and looked at the beggars in the cell who looked like sardine cans, with a smile on his face. smile.

"Song Dog!"

Suddenly, there was an insult from among the beggars, and Song Beiyun, who was about to leave, turned around and looked at everyone in the cell.

"Who shouted?" Song Beiyun still covered his mouth and nose and walked to the door of the cell: "Stand up."

After a long while, no one agreed, Song Beiyun frowned: "Dare you shout or admit it? There are still people who protect you, so be good."

After he finished speaking, he laughed, and summoned a terrified cell leader to open the room next to the cell, pointing to the cell leader and said: "One stick of incense kills one, and the corpses are piled up in this room. If the sky falls, I will support you." on."

This time, those beggars turned their backs on the heavens. The sound of scolding, crying, and cursing became one piece. Song Beiyun quietly looked at the expressions of these people, and gently raised his head: "Kill one with half a stick of incense."

"Song Dog! Grandpa is here! Don't hurt my brothers' lives."

A tall and strong beggar pushed away the crowd and came to the front, staring at Song Beiyun like an evil ghost Shura, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood raw.

"Wow, he's a warrior." Song Beiyun waved his hand, "I'll kill you."

After the sound, many people in the cell got up and rushed over to shout at Song Beiyun, while some people just sat there without moving, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

Song Beiyun carefully scrutinized the reactions of these people, and then didn't bother to distinguish, and said directly to the cell boss: "The ones who didn't scold me, let them go. Let me interrogate the ten or so!"

As for whether there are strange people among the more than 30 people released, Song Beiyun thinks there must be, but it is relatively unimportant. No matter who these people are, their status will not be so high if they can come out and be beggars. Something, but it's definitely not the core management. After all, if he can be caught by the Imperial City Division, it is impossible for this IQ to enter the management.

The dozen or so people who scolded Song Beiyun together were stupid at the time. They could only watch their cellmates be released and they could only quietly wait for the judgment of fate in this stinking place.

"You are interrogating, how the interrogation is not important, the result is the most important." Song Beiyun patted the skinny confidant on the shoulder: "I taught you the method of interrogation, don't let me down."

"The next official will definitely live up to Mr. Song's high expectations."

Song Beiyun walked out after giving his orders. He really didn't want to stand in this crappy place for a while longer. Not to mention the stench, he might see blood dripping later. But he himself felt that he was still a pure white and flawless lamb, and he couldn't be shocked by this strange sensory experience of the Eighteen Forbidden City.

When he came out of the cell, he was exposed to the cold wind for a long time, until Zuo Rou came to play with him wearing a flying fish suit. Zuo Rou would come here every now and then. Song Beiyun felt that she definitely didn't come because she missed him, but because she wanted to. The only way to come here is to use knives and guns, and there are many good players in this place, she can always find someone to practice.

"Do you have a case? Then you go to work first, I'm going to find someone to play with." Zuo Rou took out a cake from her arms: "I haven't finished eating, you eat."

Song Beiyun saw the tooth marks on it, it was indeed the leftovers from her meal...

But before it stopped for a while, Miss Qing wandered over to play again. She was still wearing a white tunic today, with a cloak around her back. This cloak was also white with a fur collar.

"Master, master, is it good-looking? I bought it from the people of Jin Kingdom a few days ago. It is made of rabbit fur." ​​Miss Qing turned around in front of Song Beiyun twice: "There is also this hairpin, which is made of secret silver from Tubo."

"I'm not your master. Who let you in?" Song Beiyun looked at the strange kid while he was on fire, "This place is a place where military planes are important, so you can't come here casually."

"I said I was coming to my master. The concierge asked me who my master was. I said it was Song Beiyun, and they let me in."

Song Beiyun was silent for a while: "Wait a while."

After he finished speaking, he went out, came to the gatehouse, pointed at the yards on duty and scolded them for having a cup of tea, and then ordered them to go back and write an inspection. As for whether they could read or not, Song Beiyun didn't care. If they don't check, they will leave.

"You bastard, a land of military aircraft, you can easily let people in with Song Beiyun's name. If she is an assassin or a secret agent, who of you can take responsibility? What kind of place is this? This is the Imperial City Division! The Imperial City Division Ya! The land of the world's military aircraft! You bastards, you know how to eat and eat all day long." Song Beiyun scolded excitedly, and the few courtyards huddled there and did not dare to make a sound.

People passing by around saw Mr. Song swearing, and they all walked around cautiously, for fear that they would accidentally touch this fellow's bad luck.

After cursing, Song Beiyun turned and left, then suddenly turned and pointed at those people: "This month's salary will be deducted."

Of course, they couldn't say anything. After all, these matters were as important as what Song Beiyun said. It would be a great favor not to be beaten by the army. Although they were wronged, they had nothing to say.

When he returned to his office again, he found that the little white rabbit had actually connected with Zuo Rou. The two sat on Song Beiyun's low couch during his lunch break and chatted casually, and even dragged Song Beiyun's brazier to their feet.

"Okay, the big one and the small one met." Song Beiyun walked in and sat on the chair: "Okay, you guys hurry up and play with your own, don't bother me here."

Zuo Rou glanced at him, then continued to hold Miss Qing's hand and said, "Why did you come here? Doesn't your father scold you?"

"Today, my father went to Jubao Mountain to investigate the location of the new imperial palace. My brothers were all busy with work, so no one cared about me, so I ran out quietly."

"That's great. Let's go, I'll take you to play."

"Let's go."

Miss Qing happily grabbed Zuo Rou's hand and was about to go out, but Zuo Rou said to Song Beiyun when she passed by Song Beiyun: "Prepare me some wine and meat later, it must be good!"

"roll."

"okay!"

Zuo Rou happily took Miss Qing away, and Song Beiyun dragged the brazier under his feet again, and then continued to write his "Yi Lian Chun Meng". This serialized novel has become a hit recently, and there are many Both students and courtiers were watching it, although it was a bit offensive, but the plot was exciting, the content was good-looking, and the long passages of vernacular made people feel comfortable, there was no need to research those quotations and classics, and express their feelings directly.

Some people even lashed out on the surface, but in private they hid under the quilt and watched secretly.Of course, the plot in it is more or less familiar, the queen mother has quietly ordered Song Beiyun to find out who wrote it.

But...the enemy is in the Imperial City Division, who would have expected that.

Just as Song Beiyun arrived at the time when the king of the Qing Dynasty met with the Empress Dowager of the Ming Dynasty at night, and An couldn't bear their lips and teeth together, a man from outside knocked on the door and came in.

"Master Song, someone has been recruited and confessed something. Do you think it is necessary to interrogate it yourself?"

"Row."

Song Beiyun got up, and the courtyard immediately came over and took off the robe from the clothes rack and put it on for Song Beiyun, and Song Beiyun rolled up his sleeves: "Is the harvest big?"

"Big! It's shocking news. This is not the place to talk. My lord is probably going to make a fortune this time."

"I'm not smart enough?"

"More Tengda!" That yard had a flattering smile on his face.

Chapter 236: On December 12th, the snow will come, but there will be opportunities

"Come on, this strong man, drink your saliva first."

Someone handed a glass of water to the man tied to the stool, but his hands could no longer hold the water because all ten fingers had been broken. The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, seeing his state, Song Beiyun also knew what he had just endured. No matter what kind of torture, generally speaking, it was cruel.

"Just now, my subordinates are ignorant and hurt you. Don't worry, I will definitely ask Jinling famous doctors to treat you." Song Beiyun sat in front of this person and told each other: "Don't hesitate and be afraid, wait for the limelight In the past, I gave you some money, and you took it back to the countryside to marry a daughter-in-law, and live the rest of your life in peace and stability. I have never been a fool, how old are you this year?"

"24..."

"Is there a marriage?"

"Not yet..."

Song Beiyun nodded: "Well, I will give you two pennies a month until you are 54 years old, which means thirty years. How much is a year? Twenty-four pennies, right? I will pay you 24 pennies once. Guan, generous or not?"

The man did not answer, but just drank some water, and said slowly: "I am a believer of the White Lotus Society. A few days ago, my lord wiped out the members of the White Lotus Sect, and a large number of people fled Jinling City. Many of them did not go far. There are ambushes around there, waiting for the opportunity to move."

"Oh? About how many people?"

"As far as I know, there are more than four hundred people." The man said weakly: "The owner of the altar is named Bai and Nian'an. He is a scholar."

Song Beiyun nodded slightly, and the subordinates behind him immediately understood, and then the doctor who had been waiting outside was invited in.

"Master Song, the doctor is here."

"Okay, let the doctor heal this strong man first, we are not in a hurry. Go, and prepare some food for him, so as not to make people hungry."

A broken hand bone is not too difficult to deal with. After the bone setting, a splint was put on, and some medicines for promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis and pain relief were taken. The man was also taken to a relatively clean and warm room, where Song Beiyun helped him. He prepared some wine and meat, and asked someone to feed him mouthfuls.

After eating some hot food, the man returned to his soul. He was wrapped in a woolen blanket, sitting by the stove and eating, recalling the feeling of being in the dungeon just now, with mixed feelings.

"Then Bai Nian'an is the altar owner? Then who is the head of the Bailian Club?" Song Beiyun sat opposite him holding a water glass: "What are their plans?"

"My lord... my lord, I really don't know this. How can us believers know this." The man flattered him in a low voice: "But we are pretending to be this beggar in the city, which is exactly what Bai Nian'an ordered. Pretend to be a beggar and watch over you, my lord."

"Me?" Song Beiyun frowned suddenly: "What are you doing spying on me?"

"Not only to monitor you, but also let us watch your family. As for why we do this, we don't know."

Song Beiyun leaned against the wall behind, held his cup and pondered for a moment. He felt that this kind of surveillance was definitely not ordinary surveillance, and he planned to do something.

Hey... that's a good thing, planning to use spy means against the national spy agency, really doesn't take the heroes of the world too seriously.

After Song Beiyun thought for a while, he continued to ask, "What else do you know?"

"I don't know..."

"How do you usually communicate?"

The man replied without even thinking about it: "At the Zhang Family Teahouse in the north of the city, there will be a message from a man selling ginger at You hour every day, and we can just do it."

"Well, good." Song Beiyun got up: "Come here, take good care of this strong man, and provide him with delicious food and drink every day. When the limelight passes, we will fulfill our promise."

"Thank you, my lord... Thank you, my lord..."

The man kowtowed like garlic, Song Beiyun didn't even look at him, killing people to silence him or something, it's not enough, this person is not qualified, since he is willing to give up the dark and turn to the light, then he will be given preferential treatment.

But when he returned to the office, after his subordinates finished reporting, what Song Beiyun didn't expect was that after learning that the man had confessed, the rest of the beggars were scrambling to confess, but the man who scolded him the first was still standing still, with a look on his face. Go and keep the daring Kunlun posture.

This made him quite curious, so the subordinates brought the man to his office alone.

When the man was brought here, his body was tied up all over. Song Beiyun looked at him with a smile, then shook his head and said to the subordinate: "Take him down to wash and put on clean clothes. Remember to add a jacket."

No one knew what medicine was sold in Song Beiyun's gourd, but Shangguan's orders could not be disobeyed.So after everything was done, the warrior with a new look was brought back in front of Song Beiyun.

"Half an hour." Song Beiyun looked at him and said with a smile: "You have been brought out for half an hour, then I will send you back to the prison."

The man was stunned for a moment, and then his face suddenly changed. He struggled and said angrily: "Song Dog! You want to kill or cut, but why do you kill people? This is not what a gentleman does!"

"Gentleman who the hell is coming to the Imperial City Division." Song Beiyun spread his hands and said, "I'll give you a choice, either you tell me the truth, or I'll send you back now, or don't send you back at all, I'll take you back." They let it go, and then let you show your face in front of them."

The man in front of him was so angry that his hands and feet began to tremble, and the content in his eyes was full of wishing to tear Song Beiyun's body to pieces, but he couldn't do it, so he could only keep struggling.

"I know, some people use torture to make him open his mouth, and some people regard death as nothing. I think a person of your appearance and age must be married, have a wife and children. If you guessed correctly, your wife and children will be here In the White Lotus Club." Song Beiyun shook his finger: "Think about it, if I let those people go, but leave you alone, what will happen to your wife and children, right? Letting you out, I don't want to know anything about you, you take death as home, I just want to see if you stand on the grave of a family and you can still call out the word "Song Dog."

"You! Bastard!"

"The way of swearing is a bit fancy. You are a bastard all day long, just like being coquettish." Song Beiyun asked his subordinates to pour him a cup of tea: "Looking at your conversation, you are also a person who has read books. Why bother?" , you also know that the whole world is a king, you white lotus, what are you doing? You want to obliterate all schools of thought because you are full of gods and Buddhas? Don't say I'm an asshole and vicious, you Bailian sect I am very clear about what I did, so you probably won’t be able to explain why? Is it possible that occasionally giving hundreds of shi of grain to the victims is doing good deeds? Then I live in Luzhou Prefecture with 50 people, so I should Has the Wan family become a Buddha?"

The man lowered his head and did not speak, but Song Beiyun was not in a hurry, but just waited quietly: "By the way, you and the bandit leader Bai...Bai Nian'an. Yes, Bai Nian'an. Should they be friends or teachers and students? I was thinking about it Why were you arrested? I guess it was because you couldn't bear to see people in the same clothes go to jail, so you couldn't bear it, so you thought about being with Zi Tongze? Ah, you have a lot of integrity, but in this world, you have used the wrong place for your integrity. .”

The man's chest heaved rapidly, and he slowly raised his head to look at Song Beiyun, his eyes were still murderous, but there was already a slight fluctuation.

"I'm going to eat, you should think about it here." Song Beiyun got up: "Also, let me remind you, whether you say it or not, this Bai Nian'an is in my pocket. If you say it, I will relax. If you don’t tell me, it’s harder for me. It’s just one day earlier and one day later with me, but it’s a wrong step with you, and it’s forever.”

After speaking, he really left the office to go to the dining hall to eat, and the remaining guards were also called away, leaving only the two on duty standing there watching this man.

During the meal, Song Beiyun was not in the mood to tease Zuo Ruan and the little white rabbit. He was panicking now. The bastards taught by Bai Lian were really planning to attack his family. The princess is okay to say, I heard that the emperor these days The Empress Dowager suffered from rheumatism and her movements were not convenient, so she did not leave the palace, and Qiaoqiao followed her in the palace to keep her company.

But Zuo Rou, Qiao Yun and even Qiao Yan are a bit dangerous. If Zuo Rou stays obediently in the Duke's mansion, it's not a big problem, but the key point is that she is a guy who can't sit still, she just runs around all day long. No matter how strong Qiaoyun is, he can't beat four hands with two fists.

There is also Miao Yan, Miao Yan is a lone ranger, she is good at literary fighting, but she is not as good as Zuo Rou when it comes to martial arts.The members of the Bailian Cult could not reason with her, so this matter had already been unfolded in front of Song Beiyun, and there was no time to delay.

"What are you thinking? You're very preoccupied." Zuo Rou stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him: "You don't know, there is an armory under the Imperial City Secretary, and the steel knives in it are all good things!"

Song Beiyun slowly put down his chopsticks: "In the next few days, you must go home."

"Why?" Zuo Rou blinked and looked at Song Beiyun: "I don't want to go back..."

"Must." Song Beiyun's tone was firm: "There is no condition to talk, are you obedient or not?"

"Okay..." Zuo Rou pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "You're not allowed to come out?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Especially as far away from me as possible."

Song Beiyun was really worried, but when he was about to speak, the little white rabbit ran over happily with the food, and he immediately shut his mouth. Zuo Rou was also about to speak, but he kicked him lightly.