In the lobby of the Criminal Department, Wang Yijing lost the energy of yesterday and was completely wilted, as if he had been beaten by frost.

In order to deal with him, the official in charge specially invited the supervisor of the Qintian Prison. When the forty-year-old real person with immortal style and Taoist bones came in person, he did not believe that this young man could practice Qi Kung Fu in a heretical way.

Whenever you practice qi, regardless of good or evil, you must have bright eyes and a long breath. But the person in front of you is panting like a broken bellows. He is afraid of being exhausted after walking for a few steps. He looks like he is lingering in a fireworks place and has no sense of restraint.

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This is what happens when a monk suddenly loses his cultivation. No matter how good his energy and spirit were before, he is as good as a tuberculosis ghost. He cannot recover for ten days and a half.

Seeing that the Taoist disciples didn't believe it and the executioner didn't write ink, he raised his hand and threw out two red-tipped sticks and ordered: "Don't leave any force behind."

Two officers broke several sticks yesterday, and their arms were still sore today. They groaned in their hearts when they heard the words, but they didn't dare to be lazy and slippery, so they spit on their hands, rounded their arms and smashed them down.

Wang Yijing was stubborn after all, and he kept hitting the stick three or four times without even making a sound. The official from the Ministry of Punishment looked at Qintian Prison Supervisor, and his meaning was obvious. The latter had a weird look on his face and raised his hand to signal the two of them to stop.

Looking at the bloody Wang Yijing, the Taoist who was accustomed to the world frowned deeply, hesitated again and again, and said:

"Master Song, although it is inconvenient for me to interfere with the affairs of the Ministry of Punishment, I still have to remind you that there is a god above your head. Even if he has committed an unforgivable capital crime, he should be dealt with according to the law. If you order him to be killed

Even to the point of death, I am afraid that it will damage my moral character."

The official surnamed Song didn't know that Wang Yijing had fainted at the first blow. He thought he was faking it. Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and said:

"What the real person taught us is that we will definitely make corrections in the future."

After sending the other party off respectfully, the official's expression changed and he ordered:

"Come here, pour cold water on him to wake him up, and continue the execution."

The officer was ordered to get a bucket. At this time, a subordinate hurriedly entered the lobby and said:

"Master Song, Second Young Master Liu is here."

The second son of Liu, whose real name is Liu Baoqing, comes from a branch of the Liu family. He has been smart since he was a child and has been highly valued by the family leader. He has already achieved fame at a young age. Although he is just a civil servant, in the capital where dandies are everywhere, he comes from a noble family and is willing to make progress.

It’s not easy.

Liu Baoqing was not a nerd. On the contrary, he had been with the family master for many years, and he had already developed a decent manner of talking regardless of honor or disgrace. At this moment, he went to the Criminal Department in person, and Song Ke, who was only the sixth-rank chief, immediately welcomed him out.

"I didn't know that when Mr. Liu arrived, he was far away to greet him."

Song Ke, who has struggled in the officialdom for more than ten years without making any achievements, will not let go of any opportunity to cling to the powerful.

Liu Baoqing was one of the few young men from an aristocratic family who was willing to look at each other squarely. Every time he met a junior official who took the initiative to say hello on the street, the young people would respond to them one by one, because they would be needed someday.

"Sir Song, I heard that your department has just detained a chivalrous man who acted bravely for justice?" Liu Baoqing got straight to the point.

Song Ke was not stupid either, he prevaricated:

"Second Master Liu is joking. If you are a knight, you should be praised by the government, but there is no reason to be imprisoned. We here are all murderers who have committed major crimes."

"I won't beat around the bush anymore. The Beijing Guards arrested a young man at Rouge Tower yesterday. Is he being imprisoned here?"

"There is indeed such a person." The director Song Ke nodded, "This person openly caused a disturbance in Rouge Tower. Not only did he beat Mr. Li, but he also beat up Luo Feiluo, who came to interrogate him. He really has no law and does not know Liu.

What does the Second Young Master want from him?"

How could Song Ke not know what the other party meant? He had already heard a little bit about what happened yesterday. Ambassador He's daughter somehow offended Mr. Li and was kidnapped to a brothel. He heard that she was also given aphrodisiacs.

Many people present witnessed this incident, but the evil young man who ruined the meritorious service's daughter was able to escape unharmed, let alone a low-class ambassador?

No one wants to bring trouble on themselves, but that boy acted like a hero and provoked all three major evils in the capital in one fell swoop.

Song Ke has seen many people like this who have no backers and have to stand out. If they are lucky, they will die in prison without implicating others. If they are unlucky and the details are found out, the whole family will be unlucky.

…

Liu Baoqing was well-educated by reading poetry and books, but that didn't mean he had much patience with this kind of little guy. The young man said in a calm voice:

"Sir, you must also know what happened. The He family has some friendship with me. Please do it for your convenience and let the knight go."

Song Ke pretended to be frightened when he heard this and said:

"Second Young Master Liu said this to offend the young master. If I have that ability, I don't need the young master to come in person. I just send someone to inform you, and then the young master will send the young man to his house personally.

But you have also seen that the official is just a sixth-rank official, and he speaks lightly. He has committed such a big crime that even the minister was alarmed. He ordered us to investigate thoroughly. If he is let go at this juncture,

I'm afraid this little guy is done."

Song Ke had no serious ability, and he had mastered the word "push" in the officialdom. It was no wonder that he was not blameless. Neither Li Xian nor Liu Baoqing could afford to offend him, so they could only push the matter out.

The young man neither showed dissatisfaction nor spoke harshly like other dandy men. He walked slowly into the lobby of the Criminal Department. He caught a glimpse of a pool of blood on the ground and said with a cold face:

"How long has Mr. Song served in the Ministry of Justice?"

"Return to Second Young Master Liu for twelve years."

The young man sat on the chair and pointed out:

"Both were born as Jinshi, and the leader of the dynasty, Master Liumu Qingliu, has already become a very popular minister, but Master Song is still staying in this Qingshui Yamen, facing the pungent blood and screams of prisoners every day. The gap is too big."

"The lower officials are less talented and less educated, so how can they be compared with Master Liu?"

Song Ke's breathing was a little rapid, and he vaguely guessed something, but the young man changed the subject again, and said in a slightly cold tone:

"Master Song has been an official for many years and should know the rules better than me. If you are afraid of offending Li Xian and offending my master, neither party will benefit.

The young man in the prison is a martial artist. Even if I kill him, I will probably ask my aunt to give him the title of general to honor my ancestors.

Li Xian has stepped on my bottom line this time. If he doesn't retaliate, outsiders will think that my Liu family is easy to bully. If Mr. Song continues to be caught in the middle, he will suffer disaster. Don't blame me for not warning him in advance."

The words of holding a gun and a stick made the man's forehead sweat. How could he not know that choosing the right backer would save more land than being a wallkeeper? But the capital is so big that there is no one he, Song Ke, can rely on.

The young man gave him a slap in the face and said in a gentle tone:

"Right now, there is a vacancy in the Department of Cleaning and Officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs. If Mr. Song is willing, I can help introduce him. Although it is a transfer from a Beijing official, Li Xian doesn't have the ability to extend his hand that far."

How dare Song Ke refuse, he nodded hurriedly and said:

"In the future, I will rely more on Mr. Liu to take care of me."

"Find a doctor to take care of Wang Shaoxia's wounds and send them to my house."

After the young man finished giving the instructions, he stood up and walked out. Song Ke nodded repeatedly and could not see the other person's figure at all. Then he wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered:

"Sure enough, none of the officials' children can save fuel."
Chapter completed!