The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 99
On August [-]th, I just entered the Ministry of Punishments and there was not much to do. After receiving the robes of the officials, I followed the head of the court to pay a visit to the heads of the various ministries, as well as the colleagues of the officials. There were more than a hundred people. The name of the second person and the name of the first person are almost forgotten.

Meeting with colleagues is just a formality. If you really have to be careful, there is nothing that is difficult to figure out in a year or a half.

Later, when Geng Qing returned to the Department of Criminal Justice, he felt a headache when he saw some files and laws brought by his colleagues, which made him familiar. I am afraid that I may not be able to finish reading the dossier in two or three days.

At noon when we arrived, the Ministry of Criminal Justice had gallery food, that is, the public cafeteria. Knowing that Geng Qing was recommended by Yu Cong, the son-in-law, most of the people did not dare to make things difficult. They gathered together as if Geng Qing had been in the Ministry of Criminal Justice for a long time.

From the outsider's point of view, the term Ministry of Criminal Justice is majestic and majestic, but it is actually not much different from the other departments. During the dinner, Geng Qing also saw the three chief arresters who were invited by Li Xun to help out last time. Just as he was coming in for dinner, he seemed to notice that there were some officials looking at them among the officials here.

"That person looks familiar." Among the three chief arrestees, the man who used the big knife before had glanced at Geng Qing that night, but didn't remember it.

While he was speaking, Wang Feiying next to him raised his face, followed his gaze, and was stunned for a moment: "Why is it him?"

Tu Shifei, who was sitting opposite the two brothers, also turned his head back with no expression on his face.

"Eat, don't cause trouble."

Putting his head down, he picked up a chopstick of meat and threw it into his mouth, biting it into pieces together with the bones. At this moment, someone came over, the three of them looked at it, and quickly got up and clasped their fists.

"Meet the doctor."

The person who came was a thin man, dressed in the official robe of a doctor of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and waved his hands with a smile, "During the dining room, don't be too polite, I will trouble Tu Chou to take a look around with Geng Lingli, who just arrived today, Go to the prison and get acquainted with it."

A new order official asked the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment to come here in person, and Tu Shifei remembered his speculation that day, and it really confirmed that he could be treated so courteously, and it must be Yu Cong who was behind it.

After answering, he looked at the table of the officer again, and the young man with dark face was looking at him with a smile. After lunch, before Geng Qing passed, Tu Shifei bid farewell to the two brothers, and came to invite him to join him. Walk around to familiarize yourself with the environment.

".The assassins arrested last time were mostly locked in the prison of Dali Temple. These people are very stubborn. They have been interrogated for the past few days, but they can't pry their mouths. One of them seems to be the leader. He wanted to bite off his tongue, but luckily he found it in time, and now he has a gag on him.”

The rattling iron chains were removed from the prison bars, and the head of the cell pushed open the door and stood aside. Tu Shifei, who followed Geng Qing in, was tall, with a large shoulder protruding from behind him, looking like a sinister under the gloomy light The deadly ghost who came up.

He pointed to the prisons on both sides of the aisle, and said that most of these people hadn't even been tortured to reveal their names. They hid in the corner with an expression of wanting to kill or cut you, and looked at Geng Qing who came in with a gloomy look.

Passing through the long cell aisle, there were many voices crying from far and near cells, and there were faint screams from prisoners under torture.

After walking for a while, in a cell on the right, I saw the man who Tu Shifei said was biting his tongue, his mouth was strangled wide open by an iron bar, his hands and feet were tied with iron chains, and they were connected to the iron rings on the wall Together, the prison clothes were stained with blood, presumably they had been tortured when they first came in.

Geng Qing took a closer look, under the fluffy and messy hair, he saw the person's appearance clearly, and immediately recognized who it was.

'Unexpectedly, he was arrested. '

That person was Lin Laien, together with Tang Baoer and the Chen family brothers.

Hearing the sound of walking footsteps, the man raised his face, saw the face looking out from the wooden fence, squinted his eyes for a while, and finally saw the figure outside.

woohoo~~~
He twisted his body and yelled a few times, the iron chains on his hands and feet were pulled and rattled, the prison chief knocked on the wooden fence with a stick, telling him to be quiet for a while, otherwise he would be tortured, the man just stopped for a moment , staring at Geng Qing outside the cell.

"There's nothing to see, Tu Butou, can we go out?"

"Okay, this way please."

Coming out of the prison of Dali Temple, Geng Qing couldn't help taking a deep breath of the outside air. The inside was damp and messy, with the smell of feces, blood, and rust mixed together, which was really unspeakable.

Afterwards, he followed the Chief to arrest other departments, then went back to the Department of Criminal Justice to continue to read the law, came out of work in the afternoon, passed the Chongwen Academy, suddenly called Dachun to stop, opened the curtain, and held a book on the side of the road Scroll, the burly scholar shouted: "Brother Qin, what a coincidence today."

The scholar walking on the street turned his head and saw the figure getting out of the carriage, with a smile on his face, and arched his hands first.

"Mr. Geng Lang is wearing an official robe. It seems that everything went smoothly in Chang'an."

"Brother Qin, isn't that the same? Now that August is almost over, how is the provincial exam?" Geng Qing bowed his hand and let Dachun drive the carriage to follow behind. He and the scholar walked casually on the road, "My best wishes Brother Qin's title on the gold list."

"Borrowing the auspicious words from my husband."

The scholar has a bold personality, and he is somewhat cautious about failing high school twice, getting a title on the gold list, etc., so as not to brag about it, but not going to high school, wouldn't that be a slap in the face for himself?

On the way, the two casually chatted about coming to Chang'an, and occasionally talked about the situation outside. After staying in a neighborhood, there were crowds of people avoiding them, and they saw a long team of horsemen passing through the middle of the street holding high flags. The carriage felt the side, he stood on the chariot and watched, and praised in his mouth.

"It's really mighty. If the army doesn't win the battle, it won't be justified."

"Don't milk them."

Geng Qing joked casually, while Qin Huaimian on the side held the scroll in his hand, looked at the soldiers passing by on horseback, and suddenly turned around and carried them away.

"Brother Qin, what are you doing?" Seeing his expression changed, Geng Qing couldn't help asking.

Over there, Qin Huaimian snorted coldly, and the scroll in his hand slammed.

"These magical troops, sir, don't think they are mighty horses. In fact, they are just a group of rich children. The adults in the family bribed the eunuchs and tampered with the military. They got it. It's okay to sell their lives? I'm afraid they have never seen blood before. I'm afraid it's the poor and the sick hired by the rich children of Chang'an to pretend to be."

Hearing what he said, Geng Qing's expression was also not good-looking. Although he left a way out, he heard that the court was in such a state of decay, and instantly felt that the official robe on his body was a bit uncomfortable.

Watching the mighty cavalry go to the end, and the noise of pedestrians on the street resumed before, Geng Qing turned his eyes away and turned his head to look at the burly scholar.

"Where are they going?"

"Tongguan." Qin Huaimian also turned around, looked into the distance and sighed: "The rebels are sitting big, and their momentum is frightening. Privy Tian led the soldiers and horses to recruit envoys, and Zhang Chengfan was ordered to live in Zhatongguan as the vanguard. He wanted to come outside. The situation has reached a point of no optimism.”

Seeing the scholar's sighing expression, Geng Qing patted him on the shoulder in relief, but couldn't say anything to comfort him, the court was really rotten to the root.

If Chang'an is broken, it will be broken.

he thinks.

Afterwards, he said some more words, then took his leave and left, boarded the carriage and returned to Yong'an Square.

The sky slanted, streaking to the west of the clouds.

Far away from Chang'an to the east, the mountains spread out. Located in Ruzhou, which is more than a hundred miles away from Luoyang, black smoke rose into the sky from the city wall, and blood stained the wall section. The fierce fighting has lasted for a long time.

Arrows rained down like locusts all over the sky, and then scattered feathered arrows shot back, nailing the people running below, or being shot in the shoulder, or stuck in the face door, screaming and throwing themselves on the ground to roll .

Black smoke enveloped the top of the city, as if the sky was darkening in people's vision, and the soldiers of the grass army climbing the ladder flew down from the top of the city with screams of "Ah--".

A Tang pawn carrying a gun breathed out heavily, staggered and looked elsewhere, the corpses stretched across the city wall, and the ground under his feet was full of sticky blood.

In an instant, he came back to his senses, and the grass soldier who was attacking the city behind the wall climbed up with a knife, held the handle of the knife, and slashed down at the ecstatic pawn.

Severe pain hit his whole body, and the screams of fighting were still lingering in his ears. The Tang pawn swayed, covering the position of the knife, and looked around with shaking eyes. The soldiers who entered the city wall and defended the city fought into groups, forming several or more than a dozen battle groups in a criss-cross pattern, frantically confronting each other.

Blood, flesh and blood were all thrown up at this moment.

(End of this chapter)