The joys and sorrows of the world, the magnificence and beauty of the world, the seven feelings and six ancient debts of the world, the grievances and hatreds of the world, the bitter rain and wind of the world, the life and death of the world, and the charm and charm of the world...... It was the empty Qingdao people who opened Su Meng's eyes and mind, they were just a mayfly in the world, and they moved with their hearts.

Su Meng didn't know what school they were taught from, and the master said that he didn't remember much, but their Taoist numbers were all the names of medicinal materials, and the ancestors had been up from generation to generation, and they were handed down to Su Meng, which was originally the word Su Meng.

Su Meng is the meaning of no fixed root, the sweet fruit of the benzyl flower is bitter, not a good sign, the master also fasted for seven days, opened the altar to sue the patriarch, and changed the name for him, Su Meng, a person without fixed roots, Angelica in the morning sun when the sun has come out of the grass and the moon has not yet disappeared, can return home.

Kongqing Dao people don't want their only apprentice to live his life, and hope that he will return home as soon as he sees Chaoyang.

The night is as thick as an indissolvable ink

In the prison of the Criminal Department, a group of men in black sneaked in and rushed towards the assassin who was holding Mo Jian prisoner

"It's not good, it's a stumbling block. "Accidents happened, the group was first strangled by the strings, and then the buckles were put on their necks, and a group of criminal guards suddenly poured in the rear, tightening the ropes, and the people in black were instantly suffocated, losing all action, and they couldn't even bite their tongues and commit suicide.

Another group of guards took away flares, hidden weapons, poison needles, and poison hidden under their tongues.

Song Qing appeared in front of the man in black with an official uniform, "his hands and feet were broken." Prime. ”

It can be said that in order to successfully extort confessions by torture, Song Qingzhi made all-round preparations, ensuring that before collecting intelligence, people could not survive or die.

"Painter. Song Qingzhi waved his hand, and the portraits of everyone were extended within an hour. ”

The rice paper splashed water to cover the whole face, and the rope buckle was slightly loose, just enough to hang a breath.

Song Qingzhi walked towards the depths of the prison and personally opened the prison door, "Please." ”

The person who pretended to be an assassin, hahaha laughed, "What a trick to preemptively, please enter the urn." ”

Since the investigation of the case, it has been calm, he is in the open, the other party is secretly holding on to the troops, Song Qingzhi knows that the other party is a deep and calm person, without some extraordinary means, it is likely to be wasted.

Mo Jian said that Song Qingzhi was not wrong to "frame Zhongliang", Song Qingzhi made something out of nothing, and designed a scene to assassinate Mo Jian, and the prince played a role in fueling the flames at most.

What really helped Song Qingzhi was Mo Jian, who advocated selling invitations, and by mistake, many unexpected people came to Meiyuan. The officials who got lost in the prince's mansion are also more intriguing.

The people in the plum garden are under surveillance from beginning to end, and everyone's actions, expressions, and conversations are recorded......

Step by step, interlocking, this confusing direction finally attracted the minions in the shadows

"Secretly check the rosters of the advisors, staff, vassals, and family members of each province. "Song Qingzhi and the fake assassin were released from the prison of the Criminal Department.

The human skin mask was torn off his face, revealing Yan Shan's face, "The little boy has really grown up." "It's not the naughty child who was in Shangshu Mansion with Xi Yao back then.

Song Qingzhi smiled lightly, "Uncle Yan has worked hard these days, Uncle Yan will go back to his grandfather tomorrow." ”

"It's okay, the boss still has Yanshui there. ”

"Until the end of the year, I won't leave the Punishment Department unless it is for the court meeting, Uncle Yan should go back to rest earlier. Song Qing persuaded, but his tone revealed persistence.

"That little boy remember to eat and rest well, the old man is still waiting for you to go to pay New Year's greetings. After Yan Shan left, Song Qingzhi returned to the prison of the Criminal Department, and the cold night was longer......

And at this moment, Su Meng, a red-clothed Taoist, finally arrived at the outskirts of Beijing with a four-month-old little meat dumpling all the way to the outskirts of Beijing, staying in the mountain temple, waiting for the dawn to come.

The closer he got to the imperial capital, he heard a lot of rumors and anecdotes about Song Qingzhi along the road, and even the peasant children were disobedient, and the adults would intimidate him with the king of Song Yan to come and arrest you, which was really ridiculous

More than ten years have passed, and the bright young man Song Qingzhi in his memory is now a high-ranking official with a high reputation.

Su Meng couldn't even outline Song Qingzhi's current appearance in his heart, he must still be more like Aunt Song, with a handsome appearance, fair complexion, etiquette and etiquette, but he has an unknown wild and untamable side in his heart.

The forbidden army, the criminal department, and the thunderous means escorted the cadres who came to participate in the plum banquet to the criminal department.

Mo Jian was still lying on the ground, and the prince squatted down to check the situation, "Heyan, why is he still not awake, my golden silk armor is invulnerable." Isn't he scared to death? What about the doctor, is the doctor here? ”

"Trouble the prince to help Lord Mo to the top. Song Qingzhi obviously didn't plan to stretch out his hand.

The pain of being pinched in the middle of the person, Mo Jian woke up, he looked at the bright red in his abdomen, and he was about to faint again, Song Qingzhi reminded, "It's not your blood." ”

"It's not my blood, is it your blood, Song Heyan, you framed Zhongliang, I want to go to you. Mo Jian yelled with a red face. I didn't feel that I was mixed up and down, and there was no pain at all.

Song Heyan's eyes were clear and clear, "Listen to it." Master Mo did not hesitate to coerce the prince to block the knife at a critical juncture, and he was admired by the model of my generation. ”

The handle, the naked handle, Mo Jian couldn't wait to squirt a mouthful of old blood on Song Heyan's face.

He jumped down from the collapse, rolled up his sleeves and swung his fist at Song Qingzhi's face.

Song Qingzhi held Mo Jian's fist and cut Mo Jian's arm behind him, "Lord Mo risked his life and assisted the Criminal Department in arresting the assassin, the heart of the fist can show the sun and the moon." "Let go of Mo Jian, Song Qing bowed to the prince and went back to the Criminal Department.

The prince rubbed his hands, "That, actually, no. ”

Mo Jian shook his knife eye, and then knelt on the ground, "Mo Jian begged for death." ”

"Hurry up, we're sorry for you, but this matter is supposed to be as few people as possible. ”

"You use me as a target, but you don't let me know anything, what if the assassin cuts off my head?" Mo Jian was so angry that he trembled

"The assassin is naturally arranged...... the prince hurriedly stopped, "It's ours, it's wronged, Lord Mo is wronged, and he can only rely on Lord Mo's wit and bravery." ”

"What the hell does Song Heyan want to do?" Mo Jian grimaced

"Lead the snake out of the hole. "The prince sat aside," Song Qingzhi received fifty bloody complaints, about the crimes of the governor of Liangguang. ”

Mo Jian sat paralyzed on the ground, "He really didn't want to die." Just because of the bloody clothes of unknown origin. ”

The prince shook his head: "There are so many that I can't talk to you anymore." He is also well-intentioned. ”

"With good intentions, you can take other people's lives, right? If I die, if a certain ring goes wrong, what will he compensate me?" ”

"If there is a difference, I will block it for you, and you can't do it..."

Mo also stroked his forehead, "Prince, the one who is close to the ink is black, you should stay as far away from him as possible." ”

"He's far enough away from me. The prince muttered, "You rest, I'll go out first." ”

Mo Jian grabbed the hem of the prince's clothes, "Prince...... Can you wait for me to fall asleep, I really thought I was going to die. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not leaving, I'm guarding you. The prince pulled up Mo Jian and "Heyan, I should appreciate you very much in my heart." ”

"I really don't need to, the last one he admired was already dead. Mo Jian closed his eyes.

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