Second Sister Nongmen has space

After coming to the Wu Dynasty for so long, Song Liyun hadn't really dealt with these wealthy nobles, so he couldn't help but feel a headache.

Lin Qingyuan was a little impatient just now, but now he comforted Song Liyun: "We don't need to be too anxious. Today is the first night in Hecheng. No matter how daring the Qi family is, they dare not do anything. We should choose another hour to come again."

In the garrison mansion, several maidservants were standing with hot water, and a beautiful concubine waited for Zhao Tinglei to take off his official uniform and boots.

The name card sent by Abu was thrown into the book box in the corner by one of the maidservants.

Those who communicated with Zhao Tinglei were all from the military camp, and they would come to the door directly when they had something to do, and they were not in the habit of using these famous cards.

Only those who want to give gifts with disks have these things. Anyway, the master doesn't think much of it, so he just throws it away.

On the other side of the cell of the Garrison Mansion, the Lin family members were tied together with a rope and moved from the wooden cage.

This is a remote courtyard, although it is still simple, at least it has a roof that can shelter from the cold wind.

Lin Qinghua, who has always been in poor health, finally developed a fever after going through all these ordeals.

At this time, his face was flushed, his hands and feet were cold, his whole body was trembling, and he was unconscious.

Mrs. Lin was so anxious that she hugged Lin Qinghua who was lying on the cold kang and wept.

Several concubines ran to the door to ask the guard for hot water and medicine.

As the head of the family, Lin Shouzhuo's face turned pale in the face of the tragedy, but he closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.

Finally, I asked for hot water. There was no medicine, only a bowl of ginger soup.

Fortunately, after Lin Qinghua drank the ginger soup, he just woke up and started moaning loudly.

His mouth was broken by the slap, and he was burned by the ginger soup.

Lin Qinghua cursed vaguely: "That bastard doesn't care about his parents and hides, he is disloyal, filial, benevolent, and unrighteous."

He clearly knew that Lin Qingyuan had been fished out, and he still had to suffer.

As the night gradually deepened, Hecheng fell silent at the first drum beat, and now only the patrolling soldiers trampling horseshoes and wild dogs whimpering.

A courtyard suddenly lit up with fire, followed by chaotic shouts of killing.

With the sound of knocking on the door, Zhao Tinglei turned over and sat up, his clothes neatly dressed.

The guard who rushed in didn't care that there was a shivering concubine hiding in the bed next to him, and said directly: "General, there are thieves breaking into and setting fire in Subei Lane, brothers killed three and captured five, but... ..."

"But what? Tell me!" Zhao Tinglei was a little anxious.

When he was a thousand households of the Zhenbei Army, he had no direct conflict with the Qi family.

Now as a defender, the first thing to get rid of is the cancer of the Qi family.

But the Qi family's roots are deep and leafy, and Hecheng is just a small branch. If there is no real evidence, the foundation cannot be shaken.

The guard plopped down on his knees and said, "Those five people committed suicide by taking poison on the spot!"

Zhao Tinglei thumped his thigh: "Hey! What a great opportunity! I would rather lead troops into the grasslands and be shrouded in horse leather than spend my mind with these snakes, insects, rats and ants."

The guards are also annoyed, they are all fighters on the battlefield, it's really aggrieved to have trouble with these people who hide their heads and show their tails.

More words are not suitable for talking in the dormitory, and soon the lights in Zhao Tinglei's study were lit, and Mr. Yu rushed over with a few soldiers.

Zhao Tinglei said: "How is the situation?"

Old Man Yu said: "I have investigated the identity tokens, and they are all cattle and sheep dealers who came in from outside the customs today."

These are all people from the Wu Dynasty. They come in and out frequently, and they can deliver the latest tribal news to the Wu Dynasty. They are also the most unstable factor, making the Zhenbei Army both love and hate.

"All dead?"

"They are all dead, and there is not a single confession left. They should be the dead soldiers of the Qi family."

"A merchant can support dead soldiers, this Qi family is quite courageous!" Zhao Tinglei's face was gloomy.

The Qi family is indeed quite courageous.

In the past, the Qi family colluded with the prefect of Hecheng, borrowing the name of the government and the business name of the imperial merchant, they almost monopolized the business route of Hecheng.

Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, the prefect of Hecheng has returned to Beijing and is in prison, and the Qi family has the eldest princess and the imperial concubine as the backstage, so naturally they don't worry about being implicated.

It's just a personnel change, and some lower-branch merchants need to be cleaned up.

Mr. Yu continued: "Actually, the Qi family did not abandon the Lin family. Their people from Pingyang Mansion followed behind, and our new yard is also under their surveillance."

Zhao Tinglei's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot: "So, Zhou Yushi and the others are actually wasting their time trying to separate the relationship."

"It can be said that all our actions are under the control of the Qi family."

If Zhao Tinglei hadn't arranged 50 people around the Lin family, the Lin family would have turned into corpses tonight.

It's just that this time, the conflict between the two sides is on the surface.

In particular, it made Zhao Tinglei realize that he was the commander of the Northern Army in the dignified town and the garrison of the whole city, and he was actually being completely monitored by a merchant. This feeling was very bad.

"Yes, my lord, Qi Kexian will invite the two censors as guests when the sun rises!"

This is a blatant demonstration.

Zhao Tinglei lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "Old Yu, you said that if a fire suddenly fell from the sky and burned the Qi family..."

"No! My lord is no longer fighting enemies on the battlefield, remember to act recklessly."

No need for Zhao Tinglei to say anything, Mr. Yu categorically denied it.

It would be easy if the Qi family was burned down, but it would definitely cause a storm in the court.

Governance lies in the word "balance".

Now the court is still relatively peaceful, if the princess and the imperial concubine are angered, then the old officials in the court will be divided into two rows.

This is not a good thing for the new emperor and An Guogong who have just taken over the government.

Hecheng East Lane, on the roof of the second floor of an ordinary inn.

Song Liyun sat on the ridge of the roof, looked at the rising and extinguishing fireworks from a distance and raised his brows, until the shouting faded away before praising: "As expected of a military city, it's only half a stick of incense. blocked."

Next to her was Lin Qingyuan who was lying on all fours.

Hearing Song Liyun say that the street has been closed, Lin Qingyuan didn't have the time to get up on the high roof, so he could only try his best to stretch his neck and look down. Sure enough, he saw torches densely covering the streets and alleys of the city like a dragon swimming.

"Young Madam, do you think something will happen to that yard?" Abu asked from the side.

He was a little sad. The young lady went to see the eldest son this afternoon, just to say that the Lin family might be silenced, but it happened now.

In the night, Song Liyun couldn't see Lin Qingyuan's face clearly, so he estimated a bit: "There should be nothing wrong. Those torches are moving in an orderly manner. If the people inside die, they will spread out to search for the murderer."

Abu was pointed out by Song Liyun, and he looked again, and sure enough, he saw that the torches were evenly distributed around the street, and there was no sign of being scattered.

When the two were talking, there was a figure swaying beside him, and Lao Qian turned over to the room.

He was there specifically to inquire about news.

Once on the roof, Lao Qian ran to Lin Qingyuan and said in a low voice: "My lord, no one inside was injured, but all the thieves are dead and there are no survivors.

Judging by the skills of those people, they are very similar to the group of people in Laoshan Linzi. "

Lao Qian is a person from the Jianghu, and he also communicated with Lin Qingyuan in the grassland, so some bandits who often rob the road naturally knew each other.

I just don't understand how they are different from each other?