Concubine

Chapter 47 Class Struggle
Ma Du asked again: "If it belongs to that person, then he must have been here, maybe he has already discovered the arrest of Widow Xie."

Yang Qiuchi nodded again: "There is such a possibility."

"Then he must have run away, what should we do?" Ma Du asked anxiously.

Yang Qiuchi didn't know what to do. At this moment, the little black dog who had been following Yang Qiuchi saw that his master didn't intend to go out, so he squeezed him with his head.

By the way, track it with Xiaohei!An idea flashed in Yang Qiuchi's head, he squatted down holding the hat, and handed it under the little black dog's nose, praying silently in his heart, hoping that the man's scent would still remain in the straw hat.

The little black dog once had the experience of stalking, and immediately understood what the owner meant. He put his head into the straw hat, sniffed carefully, then lowered his head to the ground and sniffed, walked to the door, and scratched with his front paws. .Yang Qiuchi immediately opened the door.The little black dog continued to lower its head and sniff around, walking all the way to the gate of the city.

Ma Du ordered a few Jinyi guards to stay on guard, and the rest followed.

When they came to the south gate, the gate had already been closed. Although the officers guarding the gate knew the clothes of Jin Yiwei, they didn't know Ma Du. They said in an official way that they could not open the gate without the magistrate's pass.Ma Du didn't say a word, he gave the officer guarding the south gate a scratch, and then took out the Jinyiwei gold medal, the officer realized how powerful he was, and quickly ordered the gate to be opened.

Since there is no fighting now, the suspension bridge outside the city gate has not been pulled up.The little black dog sniffed all the way up the bridge and led the crowd out of the dark city.

After walking for about half an hour, I saw a white belt in the distance in the distance.

When I got closer, I realized that the white belt turned out to be a river.

The little black dog lowered its head and sniffed around, until it came to the river, turned around a few times, raised its head and barked towards the river.

Yang Qiuchi's heart sank: It's over, the man in the straw hat must have boarded the boat.When the smell meets water, it disappears.There is no way to track it down.

I raised my hand and looked up and down the river. There was not even a boat, and I didn't know how long I had been walking.

Ma Du followed Yang Qiuchi and looked up and down the river for a while, then asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Brother."

"The man probably boarded the boat and left, so he couldn't continue to follow him." Yang Qiuchi said dejectedly.

Disappointed, Ma Du looked at Yang Qiuchi, hoping he could come up with a new idea.

Yang Qiuchi shook his head: "I can't help it."

Although Ma Du was disappointed, he was still full of confidence in Yang Qiuchi. Based on his intuition, he dared to conclude that this young man would definitely come up with a new method.Then he comforted: "Brother, it's okay, let's figure out a solution tomorrow. Let's go back first."

The group returned to the interrogation room of Yamen Prison, where Song Zhixian was still waiting and dared not leave. When they saw Ma Du and Yang Qiuchi coming in, they rushed to meet them, bowed their waists and smiled.

The two Jinyi guards who stayed behind carried a small box, walked up to Ma Du, opened the box, and said, "My lord, here is the security deposit brought by Song Zhi County, a total of 200 taels."

Ma Du took a look, nodded, and said, "Master Song, you should go back. It's getting late, and brothers have been tired all day, so it's time to rest."

The magistrate of Song agreed and said, "Master Ma, the post has been prepared for the post, please go and rest with your lord."

Ma Du said good, glanced at the widow Xie who was still hanging on the shelf with her head down and motionless, touched her chin and said to herself: "This bastard has been tortured too hard today, so he has to rest for two days. If I use torture, I'm afraid she will die before noon." Said to Song Zhixian: "Master Song, I will take care of this serious criminal. We will come back for interrogation in two days." Song Zhixian repeatedly agreed.

Ma Du patted Yang Qiuchi's shoulder and said, "Brother, you should also have a good rest. Let's think of another way tomorrow morning."

Yang Qiuchi nodded, cupped his hands and said, "I'll come to Master Ma's post early tomorrow morning." Ma Du smiled and said, "Okay!" He cupped his hands and went out with Jin Yiwei.

Song magistrate bowed his hands gratefully to Yang Qiuchi and bid farewell, then took two steps to lead the Jinyi guards.

Yang Qiuchi checked Widow Xie's injuries again, and asked Dabanya and others to put her down first, and then went to the doctor to heal Widow Xie's injuries. It's useless to cure it, but it has to be cured. If she dies in my own hands, there is no way to explain it.

Widow Xie lay on the floor of the interrogation room, still motionless.If it weren't for the ups and downs of her back breathing, Yang Qiuchi would have been a little worried that she would have died.

When Langzhong treated Widow Xie's wound, connected the broken bones, and carried her out of the interrogation room with the door panel, Widow Xie took a deep look at Yang Qiuchi. She didn't expect that the young man who arrested her would find him When the man healed himself, he showed his face and smiled lightly as a thank you.

Yang Qiuchi personally supervised the carrying of Widow Xie back to the cell. At this time, it was already midnight.

Yang Qiuchi looked at the motionless Widow Xie on the haystack in the prison cell, feeling a little emotional in his heart. Although the Widow Xie was a woman of the generation, she could still keep her mouth shut under such torture by Jin Yiwei, which was a bit like in "Red Rock"* The meaning of * cannot but be admirable. It is unexpected that the exiled Emperor Jianwen's men would have such people who swear allegiance to the death.

Thinking that if it wasn't for him, Widow Xie would not have been arrested or tortured, Yang Qiuchi felt a little guilty, but he immediately calmed down, and kept telling himself in his heart: Since he came to this place where people cannibalize In a feudal class society, of course each is his master. At this time, the stand must be firm, the banner must be clear, and the string of class struggle must be tightened.If you want to pretend to be a good person, have a kind heart, and act like a woman, then don't even think about messing around in the officialdom, otherwise, the end will be very sad.

After thinking through this section, my heart was relaxed.After ordering the jailer on duty to take good care of him, he left the prison, took the straw hat, and returned to his new home with the little black dog.

When Yang Qiuchi stood at the gate of the courtyard and knocked on the door, the door was opened after a few rings. Feng Xiaoxue held a lantern and looked at Yang Qiuchi happily: "Husband, you are back."

Yang Qiuchi nodded and walked into the yard.The little black dog ran to Feng Xiaoxue affectionately, and Feng Xiaoxue squatted down and gently patted the little black dog's head.

When Yang Qiuchi returned to the courtyard, he remembered that Yang's mother asked him to go to the master to make amends, and he felt a little disturbed.There are several lanterns hanging under the eaves in the yard, illuminating the yard brightly.Yang Qiuchi walked slowly towards the main room, thinking about what to do. At this moment, the door opened and Mother Yang came out.

Yang Qiuchi raised his head and forced a smile: "Mom, I've been busy in the cell today, and I just finished my work, so I really don't have time to go..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang's mother interrupted him with a smile: "Okay, mother already knows, you go into the room and see who is coming!" She took Yang Qiuchi's hand and walked into the room.

There are also a few lanterns hanging in the living room, and an old man sitting in the middle, leaning on a cane, looking at himself, it is none other than Yang Xuzuo's master.

(End of this chapter)