Chapter 12
The backer of Jiuhuang Shangshu Hubu is gone.
Pang Mingjing was in a state of confusion.
"Master Pang Pang, come with me to the imperial prison." Zhou Hen's voice was like a thunderbolt exploding in Pang Mingjing's ears.
The Imperial Prison is also known as the Heavenly Prison of the Demon Sect’s Punishment Department and the Divine Prison of the Evil Sect.
Pang Mingjing took a deep breath, calmly took out the golden order, and said: "Master Zhou, I am the official of the seventh rank of the imperial court. Without a formal document, how can I..."
Pang Mingjing's voice suddenly stopped as if his throat was suddenly pinched.
In Zhou Hen's hand, he held a scarlet ribbon. Below the ribbon, there was a copper official seal hanging.
"Which document do you want Mr. Zhou's official seal to be printed on?" Zhou Hen sat on the horse, lowering his head slightly to block the sun. His shadow was like half a mountain pressing on Pang Mingjing.
Pang Mingjing swallowed, his throat rolled, and he stared at Yinshou without saying a word.
Li Qingxian smiled and said: "Mr. Zhou, Pang Pang is actually right. He may not be the person who falsified documents, but may be the person behind the instructions. The principle of our night guards is that we can't wrongly accuse a good person, and we can't let a bad person go. . I think Pang Mingjing is a good person and the bad guys are behind him."
Pang Mingjing was shocked and looked at Li Qingxian in disbelief, unable to believe that these were the words of a sixteen-year-old child.
The others also looked at Li Qingxian in surprise.
Pang Mingjing turned his head and glanced in the direction of Yewei Yamen, sighed and said, "I plead guilty. I didn't get along with Li Gangfeng, so I forged official documents to retaliate against Li Qingxian. It was all my fault, Pang Mingjing." "The bad guy surrendered,
I I feel relieved." Li Qingxian said.
"Take away!" Zhou Hen waved his hand, and the two night guards jumped off their horses and walked towards Pang Mingjing.
Pang Mingjing slowly lowered his head, his face dark.
Li Qingxian shook his head and saw Zheng Hui smiling widely.
Zheng Hui has dark skin and his teeth are exceptionally white when he smiles.
The next moment, Li Qingxian's expression darkened.
Zheng Hui's clothes were in tatters.
"Wait a minute." Li Qingxian said.
The two night guards stopped and looked at Li Qingxian with the others.
"Mr. Pangda, since you have confessed your guilt, it is too inappropriate to wear the official uniform of Night Guard. You can't embarrass Night Guard! Take off these clothes!" Li Qingxian said coldly.
The night guard was stunned for a moment and looked at Zheng Hui, with unconcealable envy in his eyes.
Zheng Hui didn't expect that Li Qingxian was still thinking about him and smiled happily.
"Li Qingxian, don't go too far in your conduct!" Pang Mingjing gritted his teeth.
"The person who took off the official uniform is not me now, but Li Qingxian who may be exposed in Hubu Street! You tell me, you can't survive!" Li Qingxian asked coldly.
Pang Mingjing was speechless.
"Peak!" Zhou Hen ordered.
The two guards rushed over and took off Pang Mingjing's official hat and uniform, leaving only the midriff and trousers.
Li Qingxian said again: "Keep grilling!"
Pang Mingjing felt a chill coming from behind.
At this moment, he finally regretted it.
"Peak!" Zhou Hen ordered expressionlessly.
Pang Mingjing just twisted a few times symbolically, accepting the reality with shame and anger on his face.
The upper body, boots and socks were all stripped off, leaving only a pair of pants around the waist.
Li Qingxian walked over, leaned forward, and whispered in Pang Mingjing's ear.
"If you want to kill me, be prepared to be killed by me first!"
Under the sunlight approaching noon, it fell on Li Qingxian in a dazzling way. Pang Mingjing's face was ashen, and the sunlight in front of his eyes was as cold as snow.
"Take him back to the imperial prison!" Zhou Hen gave the order, and a group of night guards rushed over and took Pang Mingjing and his guard groom away.
"A hero emerges from a young age," Xie Ming praised, his eyes falling on Li Qingxian with a look of disappointment on his face, "It's a pity that he is only in white, Luo Jing."
"The official is here." Luo Jing lowered his head and said.
"Don't forget the fragrant money and tea money." After saying that, Xie Ming left without looking back.
"As ordered." Luo Jing looked helpless.
"Go back to the Yamen." Zhou Hen glanced at Li Qingxian, turned his horse's head, and moved forward slowly.
Zheng Hui and Han Anbo rushed over. Zheng Hui held Li Qingxian's shoulders with both hands and said with a smile: "What a boy! You are so proud of our street patrol! This is a good change! Anbo told me, I thought you were After breaking the jar, I didn’t expect there was a back-up plan. Okay! Okay! Okay!”
“Go back to the Yamen first.” Han Anbo dissuaded the excited Zheng Hui.
"Yes, yes, let's go back to the Yamen together!"
"You go first, I will meet with Mr. Zhou, Mr. Hubu Luo," Li Qingxian said.
Just as Zheng Hui was about to ask, Han Anbo took his arm and left.
Li Qingxian walked forward with Luo Jing who came up to him, and said with a smile: "Do you believe it now?"
Luo Jing snorted, stretched out his hand and said: "Two cents, one for incense and one for tea money."
Li Qingxian was confused. The explanation was: "I didn't burn any incense or drink tea, so why should I give money to the Hubu?" "
When did you see someone come to the Hubu empty-handed? It's a rule that you need two pennies. I'll have to hand it over for you later. 198 Wen. To burn incense and drink tea, the minimum is 100 Wen."
"But I didn't burn incense or drink tea!" Li Qingxian felt incredible.
"Master Xie and I came out for nothing? I don't want to accept it, but this is the rule." The wrinkles at the corners of Luo Jing's mouth twitched.
"The household department is empty?"
"Almost."
"I understand." Li Qingxian shook his head, took out two pennies from his wallet, and pressed it on Luo Jing's hand.
Seeing Luo Jing accept the money, Li Qingxian frowned and said, "I haven't heard of this rule before. Could it be Shangshu Lihuang who made it again?" The
people in the household department behind Luo Jing looked around.
Luo Jing laughed and scolded: "You dare to call our minister by our nickname in Hubu Street, and you are not afraid of being dragged into the South Courtyard and beaten to death with sticks? But...it is indeed the rule set by Mr. Xue." Li Qingxian curiously asked in a low voice: "
Tickled Are leeks real?"
Everyone in the household behind them lowered their heads.
Luo Jing lowered his voice and said, "You want to die, but I don't want to die."
Li Qingxian looked around and said, "Let's take a carriage."
"I can drive." Duan Heng went straight to Pang Mingjing's carriage.
The people behind them slowed down their pace and waited for the two of them to get on the carriage, then followed behind.
On the carriage, Li Qingxian leaned back comfortably and asked, "Can we talk now?"
Luo Jing glanced at Li Qingxian strangely, nodded vaguely and said, "Really." "
What exactly is going on? ?"
Luo Jing thought for a while and said: "Master Xue doesn't care about this matter. Instead, he thinks it is a good talk. He doesn't taboo it, so it's okay for me to talk about it. Before Master Xue became famous, he was just a small person in the Ministry of Household Affairs. Official, he is also very inconspicuous in the Xiezhao Sect. The current leader of the Xiezhao Sect, Lin Zhaokong, was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue at the time. Lin Zhaokong liked eating leeks very much, and everyone in the Ministry of Revenue knew it. At that time, Mr. Xue used all possible means to exploit the business. , finally met Headmaster Lin one day, what do you think the first thing he did?"
"Self-recommendation?" Li Qingxian asked.
"No, the first thing Mr. Xue did when they met was to grin, and then Headmaster Lin laughed loudly. Because, Mr. Xue had three pieces of chives stuck on his teeth. From then on, Mr. Xue fell into the eyes of Headmaster Lin. ."
(End of chapter)