The sun is hot, but for ordinary people, the daily work will not change because of the severe cold and heat.

A few masonry men were squatting in the corner of the wall to rest, chatting while listening to the chatter of "Wen Crepe" from the calligraphy and painting studio opposite.

However, for most of the illiterate farmers, those "literary crepe" chatter is no different from the book of heaven.

A carriage stopped at the door of the calligraphy and painting house, and a middle-aged man with a square face stepped down from the carriage, instinctively frowned at the sun of the shanghuang people, covered the sun with a folding fan, threw the silver and walked quickly into the calligraphy and painting house.

The two men crouching in the corner of the wall glanced at each other, and one of them said a name in a low voice.

"Fang Rui."

The officer of the Criminal Department who records the paperwork.

The official position is not big, especially in Chang'an City, where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a small official with a big sesame.

It's just such an inconspicuous official, but he is on the roster. They had been staring at this man for several days, and he was all in good order, no different from ordinary officials. It wasn't until noon today that he suddenly found an excuse to slip out, and as soon as he got out of the Criminal Department, he called the carriage of the carriage opposite the Criminal Department to come this way.

"Are there any of our people in there?" Another man asked.

The man who called out Fang Rui's name nodded: "I went in early." ”

That's good. The two exchanged a look and stood up, quietly moving away from the group of chatting crop men.

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This calligraphy and painting house is not small, although it is not the most famous one in Chang'an City, but there are many frequent visitors in Suri.

At this time, the literati and artists in the calligraphy and painting hall were commenting on the calligraphy and painting in three or five together. The official named Fang Rui walked around the first floor and walked towards the second floor.

Compared with the "complicated" on the first floor, the number of people on the second floor is even more scarce, and the hanging calligraphy and painting are much better in terms of pen power and color, and even the calligrapher and painter himself.

Fang Rui looked around at the few guests on the second floor, who were all standing in front of the paintings he was interested in, and no one noticed him for a while.

Seeing this, he walked to the paintings hanging on the innermost wall on the second floor with his head down, and touched the back of the paintings one by one, until he touched the third one, his eyebrows and eyes visibly relaxed, stuffed the things he had taken into his sleeve pocket, and hurried downstairs.

At the same time, two guests who had been admiring the paintings on the second floor also threw down the paintings they were admiring and followed them downstairs.

Obviously, he has done it more than once, but every time he contacts that adult, he is shocked into a cold sweat. Fang Rui raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked towards a carriage parked on the side of the road.

"Go to the yamen of the criminal department."

The coachman with the hat answered and got out of the way.

Fang Rui stepped on the carriage, from the light to the dark, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see it really, and when he stepped into the carriage with both feet, he saw a person sitting in the carriage.

"There's someone in the car, what business are you doing?"

The coachman smiled outside: "Lord Fang, the guests in the car are not below!" ”

"How can you sit ...... if you are not a guest" choked in the middle of the words, Fang Rui's hand holding the car was suddenly buckled into the wood, "How do you know my ......" How do you know his surname Fang?

At this time, the guest sitting in the car had already taken off the hat on his head, and the light in the car was dim, but Fang Rui suddenly saw the person sitting inside: Di Fangxing!

Not good! At this moment, he may not have figured out what was going on in his mind, but the instinctive reaction of his body prompted Fang Rui to turn around and jump out of the car, before he turned sideways, and he was hit hard on the buttocks, and the official of the Criminal Department fell into the carriage at once.

The few people waiting outside breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't forget to complain to the coachman: "Just such a powerless literati, you are enough for one, do you still need us to wait?" ”

Still, the men followed into the carriage.

Rao is carriage is spacious, and a few people who entered it at once also seemed cramped, of course, the most cramped was Fang Rui, who was surrounded in the middle.

Di Fangxing stroked the long beard at the corner of his mouth, and looked at him with a smile: "Fang Rui, very idle!" When on duty to come to the painting and calligraphy to enjoy the painting? ”

Fang Rui stumbled and said, "Master Di, I'm ...... I'm just traveling without asking for leave, so it's not worth your big move! ”

Di Fangxing stretched out his leg and kicked: "Who has the kung fu to manage the people in your criminal department who are not serious about doing things?" He stretched out his hand to him, "Hand over the things you took in the painting and calligraphy room!" ”

"I didn't ...... Nope! Fang Rui subconsciously defended, "Xiaguan...... Xia Guan doesn't know what you're talking about? ”

The entourage with makeup in the carriage gave him a backhand slap, and several tall entourages immediately held him down, took out a note from his sleeve pocket that he hadn't had time to open and handed it to Di Fangxing.

Di Fangxing opened the note and looked at it, his eyebrows couldn't help jumping, and after a while, he silently accepted the note, and looked at Fang Rui with a sneer: "Move!" Fang Rui, you still have a family! If you don't want to affect your family, just recruit it! ”

Fang Rui's face turned pale with fright, but his voice was still trembling and making a superficial and useless defense: "Big ...... My lord, the lower official...... Xia Guan doesn't know what you're talking about? ”

"Say what?" Di Fangxing sneered and squinted at him, "How do you think this official knows about you?" The list of large and small dark piles buried by your master Chen Shan in this Chang'an City has fallen into my hands, do you still think that you are pretending to be confused in the past? Recruit it! ”

Hearing the word "list", Fang Rui's frightened face turned even paler: "My lord, the lower official...... Xiaguan ......"

"Do you like to talk about it?" Di Fangxing seemed to have lost patience and closed his eyes, "You are a person from the Criminal Department, and you want to be clear about the interrogation methods of the Criminal Department. When you go to Dali Temple in a while, I will let you try it one by one! Anyway, it doesn't matter if you die, there are so many names on the list, I don't believe that Chen Shan's people are all hard-boned, and there will always be one who will say it. ”

"Big ...... My lord, I ...... Xiaguan ...... Big...... Spare your life! Hearing the word "interrogation", Fang Rui's face was already frightened, and he kept kowtowing, the carriage was so cramped, it was difficult for him to kowtow, "My lord, spare my life, I said, I will say everything." ”

I didn't even put on the torture instrument, but I was scared by the adults and had to confess a few words. Several of Di Fangxing's entourages in the carriage all looked disdainful. These people in the Criminal Department study and interrogate prisoners and torture prisoners, they look so powerful, who would have thought that they are even more afraid of death than ordinary people, this bone is simply soft.

"Who likes to hear that from you?" Di Fangxing still closed his eyes and said, "Whether you spare your life or not depends on what you say." ”

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors