Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

After the news that the imperial envoy arrived in Cangzhou half a day earlier and seized the bank immediately reached the Office of the Salt Transport Envoy, Liu, Jing, and Yang flashed a word in their hearts at the same time, "The incident happened."

The first thing Yang Tinghe did when he arrived in Cangzhou was to directly kill the bank. Obviously, he already knew the details of Changlu Yansi's deficit.

At this time, it is too late to say anything or do anything.

Even if they collect five or six million taels of silver from the salt merchants in advance, it is useless.

Previously, Liu Konghe planned to borrow some money and put it in the treasury. When envoy Yang Qin asked about it, he would delay it for a while with other reasons, and then try to plug the gap.

Now, Yang Tinghe naturally won't give them any chance.

What awaits them will be an unexpected fate.

Yang Zilie and Jing Ting looked at each other, and they both saw the paleness on their faces.

Jing Ting was impatient, and couldn't help looking back at Liu Konghe, and shouted, "Shi Tong, what should we do now, what should we do?"

As the head of the three, Liu Konghe just sat on the chair decadently: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything. The evidence for misappropriating Kuyin is solid, and there are dead words on the left and right. Even if he is dead, A crime of being greedy for ink can’t be escaped, and after thousands of years, you will also be reviled by future generations. Liu Konghe, Liu Konghe, you are already old, but you will not report it when you are old. As a senior The colleagues of the Luyan Division, who don’t know how to repay the grace of God, and who have failed the expectations of the common people, are already living in the world without face.”

Speaking of this, he squeezed out a few drops of muddy old tears from his eyes, and whimpered with thick phlegm in his throat.

As soon as he cried like this, Jing Ting became anxious: "Sitong, I can't wait to cry. What's the use of crying? You'd better get a charter first. After a while, I'm afraid Yang Tinghe will come. At that time, he With the flag of the king's order in hand, I will send you and me to prison. We will be interrogated separately, and we will never turn over if we have a pair of confessions."

As the Deputy Envoy of Salt Transport, Jing Ting was in charge of military affairs and prisons in the Changlu Salt Transport Envoy's Yamen. According to later generations, he was the cadre in charge of discipline inspection.At this time, his first thought was how to deal with the torture from his superiors.

Judging from the current situation, it is naturally impossible to get out of the body.Now, I can only find a way to collude a confession first, and the lighter the charge, the better.

Naturally, the official position cannot be kept. It is best to be exiled.

But after asking for a long time, Liu Konghe still kept choking up: "What can I do, what else can I do? At the beginning, I told you not to detain or not to detain, even if the time comes to investigate, we won't get a penny. No matter how clear it is, it's better now..."

Jing Ting suddenly became anxious, his voice became high-pitched, and his tone was also a little rude: "My lord, why are you bringing up the events of the past again? At that time, a letter from your hometown said that you wanted to build an ancestral hall, and the children in the clan wanted to study. It needs money. It’s also a new trend to be an official, so the money was released in your name, my lord, but now it’s my fault instead?”

Hearing the two adults quarreling, Yang Zilie only felt that his heart was empty for a while and he had nowhere to go, and his eyes were darkened. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the armrest of the chair firmly, and then he forcibly stabilized his figure.

Jing Ting said again: "That's right, for the vacancy of 200 million taels, my surname Jing took 20, you, Mr. Liu, got 11, Mr. Yang got 1503, and the other officials in the Yamen got [-]. All the rest The [-] taels were sent to the higher authorities, this time Yang Tinghe is going to make things bigger, okay, okay, okay, let’s just make a fuss, and see who will end up with the worst luck?"

Hearing what he said, Yang Zilie was shocked, he could see again, and shouted: "No!"

The sound made the window paper rustle, Jing Ting turned to look at him, and said angrily, "Could it be that we just sit and wait for death?"

Tears welled up in Yang Zilie's eyes: "If you die, you will die. Why should you be afraid of it? However, ants are still stealing their lives, and this matter involves a lot. If you and I kill you and don't recruit them, the higher-ups may be able to do so out of consideration of public opinion and decency." Leave me to wait for a way out. If they are all recruited, then it is really a dead word. Don't you understand, Mr. Jing, no matter what we say, when the time comes, the imperial court will definitely put all the crimes on you and me. Instead of that, it’s better to admit it.”

Jing Ting yelled: "No, this is 200 million taels, how can you admit it? If you plead guilty, can you live?"

Yang Zilie was still crying: "If you don't admit it, you will definitely die, and even the family members will be implicated. If you admit it, maybe we are also a death sentence. But seeing that we have put in all our blood, the higher-ups may not accept it." Let your children live."

Jing Ting was stunned for a moment, but he lost his strength, "In this way, both left and right are dead words."

Liu Konghe wiped his face: "Actually, there is no need to plead guilty so early. Let's procrastinate. If you procrastinate, there will be some hope."

Yang Zilie also nodded: "Liu Gong is right."

Liu Kongheqiang raised his strength: "Since the imperial envoy is about to arrive, let's go back to the lobby and wait!"

He murmured: "As for opening the middle door to welcome him, since Yang Tinghe sealed the bank as soon as he came, we don't have to be so polite to him."

So, the three of them left the signing room, came to the lobby, arranged their official robes, and sat there quietly waiting.

The entire Salt Transport Envoy was as silent as a tomb. The news that the bank was seized by the imperial envoy had already spread, and people were panicked for a while. All the officials sat in the yamen and waited.

After about another hour, the sun gradually rose, and there was a sound of rumbling footsteps outside, apparently an army had come.

Then, someone shouted an order: "Catch all officials above and below the ninth grade of the Yan Division, and seal up the tents!"

The three people sitting in the lobby looked out at the same time, and saw that the front of the line was a court official of the third rank. If you guessed correctly, this person should be the imperial envoy Yang Tinghe.

Yang Tinghe was accompanied by a middle-aged official of the seventh rank, who was obviously Wu Shiqi, the promotion official of Yangzhou government who captured the armory.

Next to Yang Qinchao was a young man in his early twenties dressed in a Confucian robe.

The man chatted and laughed with Yang Tinghe: "Mr. Jie, when I was in the capital, the last class the students took with you seemed to be "Book of Songs" and "Shuo Shu". Unexpectedly, when we met again, we caught three A big mouse, the fate of this life is really bizarre and unexpected!"

Yang Tinghe put on a cold face: "Although you and I have the name of teachers and students, we are not teachers and students. Yang has never accepted you."

That young scholar was Su Mu, Yang Zilie was stunned.Obviously, this Mei Fugui has a very close relationship with Yang Tinghe.