The structure of Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, is an irregular rectangle if you stand on the top of Phoenix Mountain, the commanding height of the whole city, and look down.

Its right side is facing the river, the tide of Qiantang is surging to the east from the bank of the ancient city, the left side is facing the West Lake, gentle and quiet, the Su Causeway is across it, and the Qianhu Gate of the outer city of Lin'an is facing across the lake.

Qianhu Gate is close to the foot of Qibao Mountain, there is a huge magnificent building between the streets and alleys, the building is a high-walled compound, simple and magnificent, and the lively noise between the ordinary market between the red walls and green tiles have a difference in movement, this building is built in the streets, but it is rare that it has not been affected by the shops and tiles that have broken through the restrictions of the neighborhood, and there is the meaning of quiet in the noisy.

Pedestrians and tourists often stop at the corner of the street, although there are no armed guards here, but people consciously turn around here and do not dare to move forward.

Even those rampant and arrogant hooligans, and the gang ruffians who don't even pay much attention to the Lin'an officials, will lower their eyebrows and dare not make a noise when they walk here, on the contrary, they will be silent with fear on their faces, and they generally dare not approach, and they will walk quickly along the root of the wall if they can't get around, and they don't dare to raise their heads.

It's not that they're afraid of anything else, but they feel that there's an unnatural aura of slaughter here, and the smell of yin and measurement is like a flood beast within the high walls, and the screams of people inside are often heard from the heartbreaking, and once they get close, they seem to be contaminated, and there are even rumors that there were once unbelievers who got too close and were stained with unclean things, and it didn't take long after returning home to get sick until they died.

Legend has it that if this is the case, the reality is even more frightening.

This is Lin'an City Dali Temple.

Near the West Lake, is the Dali Temple prison.

Dali Temple faces the Qianhu Gate, is a small bridge, flying in front of two black lacquered copper nails of the magnificent gate, the bridge is called the Fengbo Bridge, although it is an ordinary stone bridge, in the eyes of the residents of Lin'an, it is as terrible as the Nai He Bridge, because the prisoners who have walked across the bridge, can come out alive, very few.

There are often family members of prisoners who want to enter the prison of Dali Temple to visit their families, but they cannot enter, and can only cry by this bridge, so over time, this bridge is also called the Crying Soul Bridge.

There is a storm bridge, and of course there is a storm pavilion.

The inner and outer halls of Dali Temple are on the edge of the Fengbo Pavilion.

Dali Temple Judgment Eight Rooms, is the Dali Temple under the eight trial of the case units, collectively referred to as the Law Division, under the direct management of the Zuo Judgment Division, in order to raise the convenience of the trial of the case, the next door to the judgment room, is the prison.

"The case room is a bloody yamen, but it is located by the West Lake, and there is a bit of conflict between leisure and elegance and decisiveness."

Jia Rudao sat in the Wind Wave Pavilion, looking around, his brows furrowed slightly.

A stream of West Lake water is introduced from the water pass of Lin'an City, connected to the inner courtyard of this Dali Temple, forming a small lake, the Wind Wave Pavilion is built on the water waves, to some extent, Dali Temple is indeed built on the water of the West Lake.

Liu Zongshen, the signatory of Dali Temple, stood respectfully beside him, rolled his eyes when he heard the sound, and said with a smile: "What the palace marshal said is true, but this is just a wake-up call for those chaotic ministers and thieves, inside and outside the high wall, there is a difference, the outside is the world of flowers, and the inside is the Shura Hell, if you want to deny stubborn resistance, there is only a dead end, if you confess, you can go out alive and enjoy the prosperity of the world." Since the establishment of the Yamen of Dali Temple here, I don't know how many stubborn people have been shocked by the law of our Dali Temple and honestly confessed their crimes. ”

Jia Rudao smiled and did not continue to talk about this topic, but pointed to the plaque hanging on the pavilion and said, "When did the name of this pavilion change?" ”

Liu Zongshen looked at his hand, and the three big characters of "Qianhu Pavilion" were as big as a bucket on the plaque above his head: "I don't know, it's been a few years, and the palace marshal has darkened when he sees that plaque." ”

"Let's get another piece." Jia Yidao stood up, walked to the edge of the pavilion and said casually: "After this matter is over, I will change it." ”

"Yes." Liu Zongshen responded obediently.

Jia Rudao slapped his hands on the railing twice, looked around and looked around, and seemed to be very satisfied.

"That's the prison over there? Sure enough, it's very close, and it's convenient to bring people over. However, when we have to use it in two days, we won't need a cell. He didn't look back, just looked at the lake by the pavilion and asked, "Is everything arranged?" ”

"It's all arranged, according to the meaning of the palace marshal, in addition to the soldiers of our Dali Temple, there will be a fast hand from the yamen of Lin'an Mansion to come and assist." Liu Zongshen bowed slightly and replied: "Dali Temple already has five hundred people, plus a few hundred fast hands, and in this city, no matter how invincible he is, it will be difficult to fly." ”

He replied with great confidence, and with a sound steadiness in his words.

Jia Rudao squinted at the mist on the lake, closed his eyes and thought for a while, but shook his head.

"It's not enough, it's not enough."

Liu Zongshen raised his head in surprise, looked at Jia Yidao a little strangely, and muttered in his heart: Not enough? This is already the most rigorous in more than a decade, and it is not enough?

"Transfer some more people from the forbidden army, I will arrange for at least 1,000 people, and control all the vendors and shops around here, and on that day there will be no business on the two streets outside, and they will all be closed." Jia Rudao groaned, and resolutely issued an order: "Here, here, and on the high walls and roofs everywhere, crossbowmen must be ambushed, knife and axe hands must be arranged in the wall, someone must be watching in every courtyard, and every gate entering and exiting must be protected by a shield to prevent anyone from rushing in." ”

"Well, yes...... Be! Liu Zongshen agreed with some confusion, and said yes again and again, thinking that this is a trial or a war? Is this necessary?

Jia Rudao thought about it for a while, and felt that there was nothing missing, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and with satisfaction, he lifted the hem of his robe and sat down in the pavilion.

Liu Zongshen pleased him to pour tea with his own hands, and Jia Rudao also accepted it calmly, since Liu Zongshen relied on a large amount of bribes to ask Jia Nidao to sign the errand of Dali Temple, the relationship between the two like a master and servant has naturally come down.

"Do a good job, handle this case well, your title of signing the Dali Temple should also be changed, anyway, Chen Deyu, the secretary of the Dali Temple, is very old, and he has been on leave for a long time, so it is time to change someone with the ability to come up." Jia seemed to take a sip of tea, glanced at Liu Zongshen and said, "The official family also has this meaning." ”

"Yes! Please rest assured, the lower officials will definitely handle this matter well, so that the traitors have nothing to hide! Liu Zongshen couldn't understand it, and he was overjoyed, and almost even the teapot fell to the ground, and thanked him repeatedly, thanking Dade.

"You don't have to be careless, Changsun Hong is a veteran general who has experienced a hundred battles, he also reads and writes, and he is also a Confucian general, and he is full of talented people, this time it is not easy for him to enter Beijing alone, with only three hundred soldiers with him, but who knows how much arrangement he has made in Lin'an City, once there is a mistake, no one can afford this responsibility at that time, this is a wealth, on the other hand, it is also a consideration, do you understand?"

Jia Yidao's eyes were half-closed and half-open, as if he was speaking casually, but also as if he was extremely serious.

Liu Zongshen felt that he had been poked by a knife, goosebumps all over his body rose, he quickly straightened up solemnly, and replied solemnly: "Please rest assured, for the sake of the Great Song Sheji, as long as I am here, I will never let Changsun Hong, a chaotic minister and thief, leave Lin'an City alive!" ”