Wei Shu

Chapter 73 Runaway Slave
Bush left the small building with a smile.

The exhaustion and resentment that once pervaded the body and mind are all left behind among the green pines and cypresses. His steps on the sand are very brisk, as vigorous as a 20-year-old boy.

However, when he returned to the chamber and saw Bribalan's obsequious smiling face, the relaxed feeling quickly left again, and the dark clouds piled up in his eyes again.

"Why are you here again? Or is it because of the fugitive slave?" Bush asked in a calm voice as much as possible, but his brows were frowned.

Bribalan's family escaped a Song slave, and was stabbed to the government office somehow, and was officially recorded.

This is really a trivial matter, not to mention a fugitive slave, or a major case of murder and arson, as long as Bush sends a word, it can be erased immediately.

Unfortunately, the day of filing coincided with the time when the Beijing envoys came to collect the annual tax, so the case of escaped slaves was handed over to them and brought back to Changli along with the backlog of government archives.

When Bush learned about this, it was already two days later.

In fact, even if Bush received the news at that time, it would be difficult to find a reason to stop the Beijing messengers.Because, these Beijing messengers are guarded by "Golden Tiger Guards".

The Golden Tiger Guards are the most valiant and capable army in Dajin, and most of the Golden Tiger Guards who can accompany Jingcha are of noble origin.

When they showed up, they represented the imperial order of the Great Jin Dynasty, and even the prince dared not step forward to provoke them easily. Bush thought to himself that his brain was not broken, so naturally it was even more impossible to stroke the tiger's beard.

In addition, there are also rumors that there are a group of mysterious people hidden in the "Golden Tiger Guard". They are scattered all over Dajin and specialize in collecting private information. Even the private affairs of some court officials' homes can be spied on by them arrive.

On one side is the fugitive slave, and on the other side is the prestigious Jinhuwei. Putting the two things together, any fool knows how to choose.

However, Bush still kept an eye on it and made a note of it.

It is very abnormal that a small escaped slave case can be combined with many coincidences and finally reported to Changli.

Of course, he never pursued it with great fanfare. Right now, the Baishuang City is under the turbulent tide, and any slight change can trigger a change in the situation. Therefore, he ordered people to send pigeons to pass the letter on the night of receiving the report, and let the people in Changli Keep an eye on it, and report back if there is a situation.

In the next few days, Bush stepped up his deployment, and all the hidden lines buried in the city for many years were activated.Just because he believes that when everything is ready, all the problems including this fugitive slave case will disappear in smoke.

In front of the "King of the Southern Realm" who holds a mighty soldier in his hand and sits firmly in the southern border, even if he is the current Holy Master, he should be given a little face.

Yes, this time, Bush didn't intend to hold back anymore.He wants to replace the "Prince" silver crown that has been worn on his head for many years with a gold bead "King" crown.

And the premise of all this is that Baishuang City and the dozens of silver mines outside the city have the final say.

Bribaland was unaware of this.

Although he and Bush are somewhat related and still manage the treasury in the city, it is only because he is stupid and timid by nature. room for.

At first, Bush also thought that this cowardly and useless subordinate would not be able to do anything big, but now that Balan was so worried about a runaway slave, Bush felt that he still underestimated Balan.

This case is different, Bush had already expected it, but Balan's performance surprised him.Right now, Bush doubts whether the latter has any secrets to report, otherwise, why would a mediocre person suddenly become so diligent?

Some people really owe a knock.

With his hands behind his back, Bush glanced at Balan's stooped and bowed fat figure indifferently, and his eyes flashed slightly: "Huh? Why don't you speak?"

"No...no... this subordinate, this subordinate wants to wait until the commander-in-chief is seated." Balan raised his head, and a bunch of smiles creased on his face, which was extremely bulging due to the fat: "My subordinate today See you, I have something important to report to you."

"Oh?" Bush glanced at him, and strode towards the bearskin chair in the middle of the meeting hall. The moment the unusually majestic body squeezed into the seat, Bribalan could clearly feel the chair trembling , as if being crushed by a whole mountain.

"What do you want to say?" Bush pressed his left hand on the armrest, and rested his chin with his right palm. Instead of looking at his subordinates, he turned his gaze to the window on the other side, showing no emotion on his face.

It was clearly not harsh words, but Bribalan felt a bone-chilling chill, his face became tense immediately, and the fox head tattoo on his forehead also trembled.

Raising his hand to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, he put his hands together and said, "Marshal, my subordinate... I dare not lie to you. Actually, on the day Song Nu escaped, my subordinate found that the study looked like... ...as if it has been moved."

Bush looked into the distance abruptly, and before turning his head, Bribalan had already knelt down with a "plop", and tremblingly said with his hands on the ground:
"Calm down, Commander... Calm down, Commander, please listen to this subordinate. This subordinate is here to report this matter to you today. This subordinate has already found out a little... a little bit of clues, and because I dare not make decisions by myself, I therefore accept it." Immediately after receiving the news, I will report to the commander in chief.

Marshal, you have to trust your subordinates, your subordinates have really...really found out.It's all Song Dog's doing!It was the work of those damn Song dog spies! "

Bribalan kept grabbing the ground with his head, making "bang" and "bang" sounds when his head hit the brick floor, and his whole body was shaking like chaff:

"This subordinate deserves to die. This subordinate shouldn't have concealed the news. This subordinate made a big mistake. But at that time, this subordinate couldn't... dare not conclude that the fugitive slave must have something to do with this matter, and was afraid that reporting the news rashly would ruin the situation." What a handsome thing, this is... this is..."

His bare forehead was covered with sweat at this moment, but he didn't even dare to wipe it off, as the beads of sweat rolled down like rain, the two arms supporting the ground kept trembling.

Bush was never quite as open-minded as he appeared.

Whether it's a subordinate who made a mistake, or a member of his clan who plotted against him, or even a high-ranking official who offended him inadvertently, in the end, he will always get the "retribution" he deserves.

Sometimes, the retribution comes directly and quickly, while other times, the retribution comes slowly and long.Those who have never personally experienced the pain of a blunt knife cutting flesh, can't understand it at all.

Although Bribalan had never experienced it personally, he had seen it with his own eyes, which is why he was so panicked.

However, from another point of view, Bush is indeed very generous in his actions. He will always reward those who have made meritorious deeds or benefactors to him. He got promoted.

Because of this, there will always be a group of people around Bush, and there are quite a few people who are loyal to him.

(End of this chapter)