Jinyiwei work report

Xie Zhongyu keenly caught Li Zhen's eyes, and hummed softly in dissatisfaction, but he was helpless, who made things go wrong today, he had nothing to say.

Li Zhen "get cheap and be good", and said to him earnestly: "You, please be more cautious in the future. It's fine to suffer by yourself, don't implicate others."

Xie Zhongyu was not convinced, but who let the victory not be in his hands? He glanced at Li Zhen and didn't say much.

Song Yingbai sighed: "As expected, people cannot be resurrected after death..."

If people can be easily snatched from ghost messengers, then the world's rich and powerful will not die so easily.

"My condolences." Li Zhen comforted: "Didn't the ghost tell me that he will have a good pregnancy in his next life."

Song Yingbai nodded lightly, but he was reincarnated, and his memory was erased. In a sense, he was no longer the same person he used to be.

He sighed again.In fact, he is not the kind of person who is very emotional, because in his line of work, being too empathetic is not a good thing.

But Caifeng's departure still made him feel bored and uncomfortable.

But the world is like this, full of uncertainties and various accidents, and there are gains and losses.

Rescuing Caifeng failed, Song Yingbai and Xie Zhongyu were in a bad mood, Li Zhen was the only one who was not affected, and went directly to the Jinyiwei Yamen at dawn, and took Xie Zhongyu away before leaving.

Song Yingbai didn't close his eyes all night again. Although it's perfectly fine for someone in his twenties to stay up late occasionally, he still has to take it easy. When the two of them are gone, go back and catch up on sleep.

After getting up, he continued to keep vigil for "Father".

In the afternoon, Caifeng's family members came. A middle-aged man claimed to be Caifeng's uncle, but he didn't care much about how Caifeng died, only how much money he could pay.

When Song Yingbai saw this face, he didn't want to give him a tael of silver, but the housekeeper had told him before that the master promised to pay double the money, so he couldn't go back on his word, so he directly asked him to go to the cashier to collect the money, and never saw him again.

In the evening, Li Zhen came to visit him as usual, and then he made an appointment with the two of them. Li Zhen arrived on the front foot, and Xie Zhongyu came to visit on the back foot.

"You guys are so punctual." Song Yingbai joked, mainly referring to Xie Zhongyu, Li Zhen is his boss after all, and the two of them talked about Jinyiwei's internal affairs most of the time, but Xie Zhongyu didn't need to prepare to report Bar.

Li Zhen took a sip of tea and said neither salty nor weak: "Yes, what's the matter with you?"

Xie Zhongyu squinted his eyes and smiled, "I didn't do anything else today. I ran around the suburbs, and finally I chose a place with a good geomantic omen. I will bury your uncle in it, and it will definitely bless future generations." .”

Although Song Yingbai was adopted, I believe that whether it is the family tree in the yang world or the book of life and death in the underworld, he is counted as Song Yuye's son, so it should be good for him to bury this father in a good place.

After all, Feng Shui is effective in this world, and the Rakshasa bird incident has fully proved this point.

"Really, where is it?" Song Yingbai asked, Xie Zhongyu may be a little rash at times, but the basic knowledge of Fengshui is still solid.

"I'll take you to see it tomorrow. If you think it's okay, the ground is still not frozen yet, so hurry up and start work, and the burial will be smooth before winter." Xie Zhongyu replied with a smile.

"I don't know how to read Feng Shui either. If you think it's okay, then you can." Yao Lingyao won't harm him.

Xie Zhongyu patted his heart and assured, "Absolutely no problem, I won't miss out on Feng Shui."

Song Yingbai had a professional by his side, which saved him the trouble of finding Mr. Feng Shui, and said with satisfaction: "Then I will ask the housekeeper to go with you tomorrow."

Hearing this, Li Zhen couldn't help smiling.

When Xie Zhongyu heard this, he said anxiously, "Aren't you going there yourself?"

Song Yingbai said as a matter of course: "It's not necessary, I completely believe in you. Besides, the filial son cannot leave the mourning hall, and you can decide the location of the cemetery."

Ask the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain to choose the tomb site, and see who dares to say that he is not a filial son.

Xie Zhongyu didn't get a bargain, and with Li Zhen present, he said sullenly, "Okay, I'll take the butler to see the cemetery tomorrow. I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave today." After speaking, he whispered in his heart, anyway, he was in the capital Stay here, and the future will be long.

When he left, Song Yingbai came back to his senses and said to Li Zhen, "Should I pay him? He seemed very disappointed just now."

Li Zhen lowered his head and sipped his tea, "He probably didn't do it for the money, but he just wanted to be friends with you and please you."

"He is my friend, there is no need to please him."

Li Zhen felt that the tea was really bad, so he removed the teacup from his mouth and put it on the table.

-

With the guidance of professionals, the cemetery was successfully selected. Song Yingbai immediately sent people to start building the tomb, rushing to work day and night, trying to finish it before the end of the coffin.

During the period of vigil, Song Yingbai briefly counted the legacy left by Song Yuye.

He just wanted to say three words, and he sent it.

It feels great to reap the labor income of Song Yuye's decades of hard work in the officialdom with one move.

However, as I said before, if he didn't have the position of Jin Yiwei, he would be alone and unable to keep the money, so he had to continue to focus on his career.

After three seven days, Song Yingbai could finally move his uncle out of the house. Early this morning, he chose a good time, and the funeral procession went to the suburbs.

Li Zhen got stuck and couldn't come to help. Xie Zhongyu was also unlucky. He was about to go out early in the morning, but he didn't want to be stopped by his uncle, so he was caught and taken into the palace.

However, Song Yingbai had a lot of friends, they didn't come, and there were others to help, Cheng Dongyi and the captains of the flags and banners under his command, there were a large number of people, full of ostentation.

After sinking his uncle's coffin into the tomb, Song Yingbai couldn't help but look up at the sky when the earth pit was filled up little by little, and it finally came to an end.

I don't know if Song Yuye can hear the sound of filling the soil. For him, it should be buried alive in some sense.

Song Yingbai didn't bother to think about it, whether it was true or not, he had already been buried underground, and from now on, he was the master of the family.

After the funeral, Cheng Dong waited for a group of guards in brocade clothes, and hurried back to the city first.

But the people of the Song family have been busy since before dawn, carrying coffins and distributing money. They will be too tired to walk, so they have to stay in a nearby temple and wait until the next day to enter the city.

Song Yingbai had no intention of resting, simply had dinner and wandered around the temple to relax.

During the period of vigil, he had never touched meat, and he ate vegetarian food just now, but he felt that his mouth was strangely pale, and he couldn't help but think of Caifeng again. Thinking about it, he was in a bad mood again.

I didn't even bother to visit the Daxiong Palace anymore, so I walked to the bedroom with my shoulders on my shoulders, ready to rest early.

Just when he walked to the door of the bedroom and was about to open the door to go in, he suddenly found that the tree stem he had caught in the crack of the door fell to the ground when he was leaving. It may be related to the seriousness of the occupational disease, that is, after the funeral, he lived in the temple. Also used to mark the door.

After finding something strange, he stopped on the spot, then slowly backed away, and hid sideways by the door, listening to the movement in the house.

There were rustling sounds in the house, as if they were rummaging for something, and soon, a person whispered: "Xiao Wuzi, hurry up, he will be back in a while, let's go quickly."

"This person is their patriarch at first glance, and he is the richest person. He has come all the way, so how can he go away?"

Song Yingbai breathed a sigh of relief, he was just a thief, so he flexed his wrists and waited for the rabbit.

Within a quarter of an hour, one of them urged again: "No, if you don't go, I'll go!"

"Okay, okay, why not go?"

As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened from the inside. A teenage boy poked his head out, looked to the left to see that no one was there, and then to the right, he saw a fist.

"Ah—" He covered his face and fell back into the room.

The thief walking behind, seeing his companion being attacked, turned around and ran into the house. After taking a step, Song Yingbai, who was chasing up from behind, grabbed one shoulder.

Song Yingbai turned his shoulder with his left hand and raised his fist with his right hand, but when he saw this man's face, he stopped.

It looks...the eyebrows and eyes are a bit like Caifeng, and they are even about the same age.

He was suddenly a little bit hesitant, and seeing this, the man immediately knelt down and put his hands together and begged, "Grandpa, please forgive me. Please don't hit me. You can do anything else."

At this time, the one who had just been beaten, covered his mouth and nose, and ran out regardless of the blood dripping, but bumped into a few people head-on, it was the Song family who came over after hearing the noise.

"Master, what happened?"

Xiao Wuzi, who was captured by Song Yingbai, immediately shed tears when he saw so many people coming, "Grandpa, my little mother hasn't eaten for a few days, and I just want to make some loose money to go back and get some warm food for her old man, grandpa." Forgive me, please don't hit me."

Song Yingbai did not believe what he said, every thief would only think of his mother when he was caught, and when he stole something, his mother would forget to go to Java.

But he really looked a bit like the dead Caifeng, which made Song Yingbai very difficult to deal with.

At this time, the monks in the temple heard the movement and ran over. One of the monks looked at the two of them and said immediately: "The donor must not listen to them. Stealing nearby, many pilgrims have been stolen by them."

Song Yingbai asked strangely: "Since you are used to stealing, why didn't you report to the police?"

"The benefactors don't know anything, they are... nameless."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room showed subtle expressions.

The so-called Wumingbai is a person who was castrated without authorization but failed to enter the palace as a eunuch.

The eunuchs in this dynasty have real power and good fortune, and they can't be power eunuchs. Being a small head can greatly improve the living conditions of themselves and their families, so applicants flock to them.

After all, not everyone can take part in the imperial examinations, and even if they are lucky enough to get into the school, thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, and it is not uncommon for them to pass the exam for a lifetime and still be children.

Although being a eunuch is high-risk, it is also high-reward at the same time. Powerful eunuchs can hang Jinshi up and beat them.

It can be seen that there is no lower limit for a man to sacrifice for power.

It's a pity that there are too few posts, and too many people want to take up posts. As a result, many castrated without authorization cannot be selected into the palace and live among the people.

These illegally castrated and unemployed people are called nameless whites.

Song Yingbai recalled the conversation between the two of them just now, the pitch was indeed a little higher, and the sound quality was more crisp.

If it is Wumingbai, then it is not very useful to report to the police. People are arrested, male or female, locked in a cell and waiting for trouble.

So when you meet this kind of person, you usually get a good beating, and it is disgusting, so every time you get a beating, the beating is not light.

"Grandpa, grandpa, I'll hit you myself, so don't do it, okay?" After finishing speaking, Xiao Wuzi slapped himself several times, and at the same time tears fell down one after another.

"Okay!" Song Yingbai said: "You are lucky, today is the day of my father's funeral, he must not want to make too much noise, you go."

"Thank you grandpa, thank you grandpa." Xiao Wuzi kowtowed, hurriedly helped up his companion on the ground, and ran away as if to escape.

Seeing that the master had already made a decision, the others dispersed one after another, so they couldn't say anything more.

Song Yingbai curled his lips, he actually looked like Caifeng, he was lucky.

However, this is a trivial matter after all, after he finished handling the funeral and returned to the Jinyiwei Yamen to take up his duties again, it was quickly thrown behind him.

Although the big things are gone, there are a bunch of trivial things every day.

On this day, he finally had to sit in a warm room and drink hot tea. Fang Jiamo walked in and rubbed his hands, "My lord, it's really cold outside."

Listening to the howling north wind, Song Yingbai nodded in agreement, "It's already winter, and it should be cold."

"By the way, my lord, I made a collar for Yao Lingyao. If you don't mind it, you can wear it." Fang Jiamo said, and took down a collar with a copper bell from the Baibao Pavilion, " It's made of leather, it's strong, and it won't wear off."

Song Yingbai was stunned, stood up, patted his shoulder, and said with a sad face: "It's all my fault, I forgot to tell you, in fact, Yao Lingyao died."

"died?"

"I'm getting older, the weather has turned cold recently, and I got sick, so I went." Xie Zhongyu, Xie Zhongyu, your relationship is really good, and someone still misses you.

Fang Jiamo felt the impermanence of the world, "This... well, but it is indeed quite old, and some places have lost its hair. The lifespan of a dog is really too short."

Song Yingbai said cooperatively: "I hope it rests in peace."

At this time, a school captain knocked on the door, Fang Jiamo went out to listen to the letter, and quickly came back in and said, "My lord, Xing Qianhu wants you to go to the conference hall."

Didn’t Xingqianhu have a truce with him? What are they going to do? When he walked into the meeting hall, he found that several other hundreds of households were there. He realized that this discussion should not be aimed at him personally, and he felt a lot more at ease. He said hello and took his seat.

Xing Qianhu said in an official tone: "The New Year is coming, but the nameless people in the suburbs of Beijing are not only an eyesore, but even a hidden danger. They gather crowds to block pedestrians, beg forcibly, and even rob in public!"

Song Yingbai raised his eyebrows. This kind of nameless white who gathers people to beg is called "eunuch". It is said that once an eunuch is contaminated, the word "eunuch" must be added when naming, such as "eunuch", "right eunuch" and "eunuch". groups of people.

"The emperor issued an order, ordering our Jinyi Guards to arrest Wumingbai in the suburbs of Beijing, and severely punish them, so as to serve as an example to others."

Song Yingbai nodded silently. To put it bluntly, he was arrested and beaten until he dared not show his head again.

"My lord, why did you choose us? Why didn't you ask Dongchang to do it? We are all one family." At this time, someone whispered, like a murmur, but the voice happened to be heard by everyone.

There was a burst of low laughter, and someone said: "You don't understand this. There is no one who beats your own family, so we really have to come."

Xing Qianhu waved his hand to signal to stop, and pointed casually, "Okay, okay, be serious, some of you lead the team to arrest people, and the others are responsible for punishment."

Song Yingbai was accused of being the one in charge of punishment. To be honest, he was very satisfied, at least he didn't have to go to the suburbs of Beijing in a windy day.

"Go back and count the number of people, and we will act tomorrow! They all use snacks, and the Holy One is watching." Xing Qianhu said: "Listen clearly, then let's go."

"Yes!"

The next day, the weather was dry and cold, and people's jaws hurt from the cold. Those who went to arrest them quickly attacked, and they caught all the Wumingbai gathered in the suburbs of Beijing with one net.

The rest of the work is the turn of Song Yingbai and his team.

The execution site was chosen at the school grounds, and five hundred households supervised the execution, including Song Yingbai.

Several stools are lined up, and whoever is named Wumingbai's turn will come over and lie on his stomach. The captain behind him strips off his shirt and beats his back with a whip. Each person has twenty lashes. Broken bones.

Everyone didn't want to be cold, so the first bloody wounded soon appeared.

For a while, the sound of crying father and mother could be heard endlessly, but what everyone usually did was torture and torture, so the screams of this level were deaf to the ears.

After the first few whips, you can usually cry and cry, but when the next few whips are hit, you can hardly even hum, and you pass out.

Jin Yiwei didn't run a philanthropic hall either, and when he was unconscious, he dragged him aside like a dead dog, and immediately called the others who were punished to enter the arena.

"Ah——" Suddenly, Song Yingbai heard a crisp voice, as if he had heard it somewhere.

He followed the sound and saw the thief whom he had seen in the temple that day lying on a bench crying for his father and mother.

"Ah—" Another whip went down, and there was another bloodstain on the snow-white back.

Song Yingbai frowned, seeing that his face, which resembled Caifeng's, was covered with tears, calling for father, mother, and someone to save me, how pitiful.

With a helpless sigh, he strode over, snatched the whip from the lieutenant's hand, and said coldly, "Didn't you eat?! Go away!"

"Yes, Master Song."

Holding the handle of the whip tightly, he slapped Xiao Wuzi's back with a wave of his hand. With a crisp sound, the skin and flesh were opened, leaving a bright red wound.

In fact, this kind of beating looks like blood and flesh, but it does not hurt the muscles and bones at all. After the wound is scabbed, it basically does not affect the normal life.

The person who was beaten probably also felt the strangeness, and blinked his eyes, but soon the pain from the whipping hit again, although the pain was not as painful as before, but it was still fatal, and he continued to cry.

After beating the whip, Xiao Wuzi was dying, but he was still alive and conscious. When he was dragged away, he looked back at him gratefully. He didn't know why this person helped him. Unfortunately, the other party was delivering the whip and didn't talk to him at all. He makes eye contact.

Song Yingbai frowned and returned to his seat, continued to watch the torture with a cold face, in a terrible mood, he promised that this was the last time, if he met him next time, even if he was like his own father, he would take care of it.

After the beating of the whip, several people were beaten to death on the spot, and even more were left in a coma waiting to die, and very few were able to move freely after being beaten.

Xiao Wuzi was one of the few, and he still had some mobility. Instead of running for his life, he secretly guarded nearby, wanting to kowtow to him a few more times in front of his face.

His father wanted to send him into the palace to be a fire fighter, but because he didn't have enough money, he didn't bribe the eunuch who became the chosen person. He was rejected, and later his father died, so he just idled around all day with other unknown people, doing everything , like a ghost, like a beast, not like a human anyway.

Xiao Wuzi huddled in the corner of the roadside, his face was pale, and the pain in his back made him likely to faint almost at any time.

But he couldn't, this was the main road outside Jinyiwei Hutong, and all their people should have passed by here, and suddenly he saw his figure.

He was wearing a dark blue flying fish suit, and was walking towards him. Just as he was about to flash out, he saw a handsome man in a red flying fish suit, walking up quickly from behind Mr. Song, He put his arms around his neck, and then the two people in brocade clothes hooked their shoulders and talked about something.

For a moment, Xiao Wuzi only felt that the world was torn into two completely different parts before his eyes. The one he was in was miserable and humble, while the one opposite was bright and beautiful.

At this time, Mr. Song and his friend came over talking and laughing, Xiao Wuzi hurriedly turned his face to the wall and hid his face.

He changed his mind, and he didn't want him to see his humble and dirty appearance.

...he must at least get some nice clothes, look human...

Yes, like individuals, even if those great eunuchs are incomplete, who can deny that they are masters.

-

Song Yingbai was walking home as usual, when suddenly someone hugged his neck from behind, and then he heard Li Zhen's voice laughing: "You are so unguarded, be careful of being attacked."

"I wouldn't choose to be here if someone wanted to sneak attack me. Aren't you riding a horse today?"

"No hurry, I'll come down with you for a while." Li Zhen asked with a smile, "Remember Xiumu the day after tomorrow, you promise to come to my house to play."

Song Yingbai said: "I'll go even with a knife. By the way, why haven't I seen Xie Zhongyu recently? Have you seen him in the palace?"

"It seems that his uncle is watching him very closely, even bringing him into the palace."

As for the reason, it was probably because Li Zhen thanked Xie Zhongyu euphemistically for helping the Song family explore the cemetery in his spare time when he met his uncle Xie Zhongyu last time.

His senior uncle was entrusted by his senior brother to take care of his nephew, so naturally he was told in every possible way not to let Xie Zhongyu out of sight. As a result, Xie Zhongyu actually had the spare time to help others with Feng Shui. His senior uncle must think that Xie Zhongyu was too free, so naturally he had to find something to do for him. He wanders around.

After that, just as Li Zhen thought, Xie Zhongyu was restrained.

"It's no wonder people look at him, it's because he was too worrying before."

Li Zhen nodded approvingly, and was about to strike while the iron was hot and then derogate Xie Zhongyu, but at this moment, she inadvertently found that Song Yingbai's ears were red from the cold, so she took off her warm ear warmers and put them on for him.

Song Yingbai's ears and cheeks were not only redder than usual, he turned his eyes to Li Zhen and smiled, "Give me the ear warmer?"

For a moment, Li Zhen couldn't help being in a trance, his heart seemed to have been turned upside down, and then there was a thin itching feeling in his heart, and at the same time there was a strong impulse, an impulse that shouldn't exist.