Updated: 2012-09-02

Beside the wide reservoir, there were several powerful shirtless men of Kong Wu. Their eyes were gathered on the water in the pond, and bubbles were rumbled on the water surface...

After a while, Qin Fei slowly raised his hand, stretched his arms into the water, and grabbed a man with a black cloth hood. It was a sealed hood, tightly pressed against his face, and small bubbles emerged as he couldn't breathe.

The hood was removed roughly, revealing a pale, weak and haggard face. He quickly took a few breaths of air and shouted weakly: "I'll do it..."

Qin Feimo pressed his palm expressionlessly, and the black hood once again covered his head, and several thick arms pressed him into the water again.

After repeating this a few times, the man almost lost his strength to speak. His white and miserable face was full of despair, and he looked at Qin Fei dumbly.

"This is the inspection hall, not a place where you can just call it. Do you understand? When I didn't ask you to call it, it's not your turn to call it." Qin Fei snapped his fingers and signaled to the big men: "Pull it out."

The wet man was taken out of the pool, lay on the ground, and looked around in panic. Since entering the gate of the Investigation Hall, he had not been tortured as imagined, such as soldering iron or nail-rolling board... He thought he was very lucky. It was not until he was put on a hood and threw it into the pool that he suddenly realized that he wanted to roll the nail-rolling board by himself! The feeling of being suffocated again and again, swallowing his lungs level and comfortably is absolutely not something that humans can bear.

"Now I ask you, I hope you can answer me without thinking. Slow down, I will throw you in again." Qin Fei smiled: "In this world, you don't understand many tricks. Don't think that tiger bench chili water is torture. Compared with the tricks in my hands, those are all pediatrics."

The man nodded weakly to agree.

"What's the name?"

"Wang Zhihuan."

"What are you doing at No. 8 Courtyard on Xiliu Street?"

"The captain of the guards is in charge of fifteen people and is responsible for night tours."

Qin Fei knocked on the edge of the pool and asked coldly: "Did Bai Xiaoyan, who died of plague in the yard, die of plague?"

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"Give it down!" Qin Fei waved.

"Wait..." Wang Zhihuan hugged the stone edge beside the pool and shouted desperately: "Wait, I said. That night, a distinguished guest came to the yard, and Bai Xiaoyan went to accompany him. Later, somehow he died. It was not ours who collected the body. He only told us that if we asked, he would say that he died of plague."

He burst into tears and was already scared to death: "How do we think that a woman would mess with the inspection hall to investigate... Those who can come to the yard are all well-known people. We have to do whatever they say..."

Qin Fei was very careful and clenched his fingernails and asked lazily: "What big man?"

"I heard... it's..." Wang Zhihuan looked up nervously at Qin Fei, afraid that he would throw him down again, so he mustered up the courage to say it: "It's the Fourth Prince..."

Qin Fei exerted his fingers and almost broke off his fingernails. That day, Jun Shanshui found him and talked about the night star tribute to his sisters, preparing to find trouble for the visitors. His plan was originally good, so he asked Bai Xiaoyan to report the case at the Procuratorate Hall first, and then sealed the yard. Although the boss behind the yard was a figure, no one could be a figure in the eyes of the Procuratorate Hall. To solve this problem, the boss behind the scenes would either flatter or find someone with enough weight to deal with the Procuratorate Hall.

The matter of flattery is definitely useless, and Qin Fei would not have taken his tricks at all. Apart from the first-established Interview Squad, who is qualified to be in charge of the affairs of the Office? He easily pushed a trouble to the Interview Squad and grabbed their braids by the way. This is a good plan.

But now that Wang Zhihuan called out, the fourth prince went to the yard, Bai Xiaoyan died inexplicably. Even the cleaning was done by Wei Bingyin. This woman must have died inexplicably.

"That night, who else was in your yard except the Fourth Prince?" Qin Fei asked sternly.

"Mo Yang, the Minister of Works, was there, and seemed to have had some conflict with the fourth prince and left early." Wang Zhihuan replied cautiously.

"Okay!" Qin Fei ordered: "Take him down and take strict supervision, and do not allow anyone, including himself, to hurt him. If he dies, you can take your head off to see me."

Several great men clasped their fists and said, "Abide by the order!"

"Prepare Mingla, I'll go and talk to Mo Yang."

Mo Yang, the Minister of Works, has been leaping around in the past two days, and he has been uneasy in his heart. Now that the war is happening, the responsibility of the Ministry of Works is not very heavy. He has also been idle for a few days in his life, so he can go to drink wine and catch a few fish. A few days ago, he went to a hidden golden cave in Xiliu Street for one night.

That day was really too heartbroken for him. He was so happy that he heard someone shouting in other private rooms. You know, Mo Yang was not very brave. The loud shout scared his hands trembled, and half a glass of residual wine spilled in his crotch, and his heart was pounding for a long time.

So, Lord Mo angrily opened his voice and cursed, but unexpectedly, two Chinese guards kicked open the door in a blink of an eye. Without saying a word, they knocked their followers to the ground in a few seconds, and then pressed Lord Mo to start beating. They were very cautious in their actions, and each one hurts to the bone, but it was not fatal. They specifically picked the place where the flesh hurt. After a while, they beat Mo Yang into a pig's head three, and then they clapped their hands and left with satisfaction.

Mo Yang didn't have the chance to report his name until this time. He knew very well that the Minister of the Ministry of Justice was definitely a senior in Dongdu, with real power. There were not many people who could suppress him, and those big men could not act so violently, and they would beat him as soon as they say they were beaten.

The two guards just picked their eyelids and said lightly: "The Fourth Prince is drinking, you'd better get out."

The fourth prince's name fell into Mo Yang's ears, and he was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. He was always cautious and never dared to show his position in the faction of the princes. He was a typical fictional figure who fell with the wind. Such people need to be versatile and well-informed. He had heard of the fourth prince for a long time, and even knew that the upcoming Da Nei Sleeping Squad would be handed over to the fourth prince. In the eyes of many people, this mysterious fourth prince became a heavyweight prince who had enough weight to attack the throne, just like King Duan.

He accidentally offended such a prince. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and his body was covered by endless fear. Countless times, he thought that if the fourth prince ascended the throne to the throne in the future, wouldn't he be dead? But now it's too late to hug Duan's thighs. During this period, Duan has been incredibly glorious, and many senior officials at the Shangshu level have already gone to hug him. He? He doesn't like him anymore.

Not to mention anything else, his immediate superior, the Minister of Works, is a very distinct faction of King Duan Wang.

Mo Yang, who was not thinking about tea or food, locked himself up at home and did not want to see anyone. Until the servant panted and sent a Mingla.

"Get out, I've said that I haven't seen guests these days. Have you drunk Mengpo soup? I dare not even remember my words?" The angry Mo Yang kicked the servant to the ground and pointed at his name and cursed.

The trembling servant couldn't speak, but just pointed to the name on the Mingla.

Mo Yang narrowed his eyes and glanced at Mingla, and immediately jumped up and kicked the servants in the waist: "Are you going to die? Governor Qin is here, why don't you report it immediately? Get out, go and greet it, no, no, I'll pick it up in person. You can arrange the staff immediately, clean the living room, and prepare tea."

After walking two steps, Mo Yang turned around and shouted, "Go to my study and take out the tea from the box of black porcelain jars on the cabinet. It is the top Yuhua tea in Jiangnan..." He muttered, "Governor Qin should like this kind of tea, right?"

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The living room was spotlessly clean. Mo Yang smiled and led the way in front of him, letting the door and seat to serve tea. Then he dared to put his butt on the chair and looked at Qin Fei with a smile: "Governor General comes to the humble house, what advice do you have?"

Qin Fei said modestly: "I am not the governor, I am just the acting governor."

"Haha, the whole Dongdu knows that the so-called agent will be removed soon. Should Governor Qin be humble?" Mo Yang smiled and said affectionately, like Qin Fei's old friend: "It's very good to try this tea."

"Well, it's really good." Qin Fei swept the tea leaves and said casually: "Hey, why is the corners of Mr. Mo's eyes a little purple? Did he accidentally fall down?"

Mo Yang covered his forehead awkwardly and said repeatedly: "I really fell down, it was cold and a little slippery."

Qin Fei put the teacup heavily on the table: "Nonsense, as the acting governor of the Procuratorate Office, I can't see any injuries, but I'll do it. Your injuries were obviously caused by someone with heavy hands. Who dares to beat the imperial court minister in the Eastern Capital? Is it a big deal?"

Mo Yang thought to himself, if you Governor Qin, you would be afraid that even the Secretary of the House would be beaten. I, a minister, would be unattainable in the eyes of others, and in the eyes of you, those of you walking in the dark, you are just an ant.

Thinking so in his heart, but he couldn't say that. Mo Yang sighed and stammered: "It's better not to mention this matter."

"Oh? Is it because the person who beat you is the Fourth Prince?" Qin Fei smiled and said, "Three days ago, Mr. Mo must have gone to the yard of Xiliu Street, right?"

"How did you know this...?" Mo Yang was shocked.

Qin Fei picked up the teacup and made a mysterious look. He seemed to say between his eyebrows: Of course I know!

"The Fourth Prince is not very open-minded and offended him... Hehe, especially since he holds the secret service in the big private room, he has supervisory authority over civil and military officials and even my office of the Procuratorate. Don't serve as the minister... You, please be blessed." Qin Fei lamented.

Mo Yang suddenly felt blessed and seemed to feel something in the dark. He hurriedly walked off his seat, went to Qin Fei, and said humbly: "Please give me a way to live!"

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My son was born yesterday morning.

Finally finished my work, I was so tired, but I was happy.

It can be updated continuously.

Alas, I'm so tired!

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