In the prison of Jiangning Mansion, Lord Cao, the governor of Liangjiang, was lying on the ground covered with straw, humming and chirping, although the injury had been treated, but the treatment was too rough, and the pain made Lord Cao faint several times.

After that, although someone came to change the medicine every day, he was tortured once just by changing the medicine, and Lord Cao wanted to die.

Master Ma and Governor Song in the cells on the left and right sides were so noisy that they couldn't sleep well, one with a pair of dark circles, staring at Lord Cao with deep resentment.

When Zhuo Yunfan and Feng Ziang walked in, Governor Song turned around in disgust and turned his back to the prison door, this Qin Cha, it's just that, if there is evidence, ask it, if there is no evidence, even a sentence will not be moved, just this little ability, it is strange that the old case can be tried.

Governor Song didn't want to be beaten, he just simply looked down on Zhuo Yunfan.

"Song Siming, Hu Cui's matter has something to do with you?" Zhuo Yunfan also knew that Governor Song looked down on him, but he didn't mind at all.

"No wonder Master Feng came together, that little doll is so cute, Master Feng has to thank me." Hearing the word "Hu Cui", Song Governor Song Siming turned around, still with a smiling little chubby face.

"Want to hear it? Then I'll tell you slowly. Song Siming leaned lazily against the wall, as if what he was going to say next was not his own crime.

Feng Ziang looked at Zhuo Yunfan suspiciously: This Song prefect is not normal.

Zhuo Yunfan rolled his eyes: It's always been like this, and the cooperation is extremely happy.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

"Feng Gongzi, under the rule of my Jiangning Mansion, your business is prosperous, your family is safe, and you also have the credit of the government's protection, have you ever honored the prefect?"

What does it mean to "shamelessly and invincible in the world"? Here it is.

"Jiangning Mansion invites major merchants to gather many times during the New Year's holidays, and if you refuse to come, forget it, and you can't raise funds for disaster relief, if everyone is like you, where will my prefect's face go?"

"Since you don't take me seriously, of course I'm going to give you some color." Song Siming was shameless.

Song Siming wanted to see Feng Ziang's angry appearance, but he was disappointed, Feng Ziang stood there calmly, not the slightest bit angry.

Zhuo Yunfan looked at Feng Ziang's eyes with a little more distress: This child has been bullied and squeezed.

"Did the woman tell you? Three years ago, I arranged Fengqing's affair, but I just killed Cheng Cheng to bite the gold halfway, which ruined the good things of the prefect's mansion, and Hu Cui also disappeared inexplicably. ”

"I thought it would be over like that, who knew that your Feng family was so unlucky, a month ago, chasing the prostitute Lin Mufeng, he actually found Hu Cui in his lair."

"Unexpectedly, that woman also gave birth to a child for Feng Qing, the evidence is ironclad, your sixteen-year-old Feng Qing, this basin of dirty water can't be washed." Song Siming smiled as proudly as he could, "Do you say that Feng Qing is a victim?" Can Fengshuang Pavilion afford to lose this face? ”

Zhuo Yunfan and Feng Ziang glanced at Song Siming with regret, turned around and left.

How did such a good brain grow in a pig?

Song Siming's agitation method didn't work at all, and he was disgusted, and the little chubby face was pulled and unhappy.

Before Song Siming's frustration could be digested, the cell door opened again, and a person was thrown in.

When he saw that he was the president of the Chamber of Commerce, Song Siming's heart chuckled.

In addition to Zhuo Yunfan and Feng Ziang standing at the door, there was also Feng Xunyun, the sick son of the Feng family.

Before Song Siming was surprised, Feng Cangyue threw in with a servant.

"Lord Zhuo, please interrogate outside, be careful of blood spilled on your body." Feng Cangyue saluted Lord Zhuo, her tone was calm and quiet, but it was terrifying to hear.

Master Ma and Master Cao were carried over together.

The jailer brought two chairs over, and Cangyue Xunyun sat on the chairs, his eyes swept over several people, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Zhuo Yunfan set up the table outside the door.

"Who's going to say it first?" Feng Xunyun opened the box at his feet with a bang, and the various knives inside were neatly arranged.

Feng Xunyun picked it up one by one, put it down again, and finally chose a sharp knife, which shone in the candlelight.

A few people in the prison, you look at me, I look at you, and no one speaks.

Zhuo Yunfan came back from the embankment and tried it once, but Lord Cao and Governor Song insisted that they didn't know about the embankment.

But Song Siming was very abnormal, on the day of the execution ground, he was paralyzed in fright, stayed in prison for a few days, and was full of energy, claiming that "the crime is not to death, cooperate well, and strive for leniency." ”

"Master Zhuo, I've said everything I need to say." Song Siming was the first to speak.

"I haven't said what I shouldn't have said." Feng Cangyue said coldly.

"There's nothing you shouldn't say." Song Siming pretended to be confused.

"Do you need this to remind you?" Feng Xunyun played with the knife in his hand.

"It's really gone, I've told Master Zhuo." Master Ma spoke second.

"Since no one is willing to say it, then Ben Gongzi will give you some mention." Feng Xunyun nodded at Chang'an.

Chang'an held a black belt and blindfolded Song Siming and others.

There was darkness in front of the five of them.

There was a thud and a tugging, and the servant who had been thrown in was tied to a pillar in his cell.

Feng Xunyun's knife slowly roamed around his face and neck.

"Your question is the simplest, do you say it or do you say it?"

"I'm just a little servant, I didn't do anything wrong." The little servant was so frightened that his legs trembled.

"Looks like I said it." Feng Xunyun's words fell, and the knife was raised, and the little officer's wrist was cut open, and the pain made the little officer cry out in a snorting voice.

"Don't cry, cry and stab again." Feng Xunyun used the tip of the knife to lightly slash over the other wrist of the little officer.

The little servant was so frightened that he immediately silenced him.

Chang'an took a copper basin and put it under the wrist of the little servant's dripping blood.

The cell was quiet, except for the sound of blood dripping in the copper basin and the suppressed whine of the little servant.

Time passed quietly, the sound of blood droplets hitting the copper basin became more and more crisp, and the smell of blood in the air became more and more intense.

"Fourth brother, you said that this little servant is so thin, how long will it take to finish dripping?"

"Soon."

Not long after the two of them finished talking, there was a sound of water, and the little official was frightened.

The other four were no better, and they always felt a dull pain in their wrists.

"I said, I said, I said." The little officer cried.

Chang'an stopped the bleeding for him, bandaged the wound, and loosened the tie.

The little servant collapsed on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

Cangyue Xunyun was not in a hurry, and let him cry.

The little servant finally got tired of crying, held his bloodstained hand and said: "I am a messenger, the letters of the Song prefect and the president of the Chamber of Commerce were sent by me, I don't know what the content is, they put the letter in the bamboo tube, I have never read it." ”

"Do you remember how many times you delivered it, and when it was delivered?"

"Remember, remember, every time I send a letter, there is a reward, and I have an account."

Feng Xunyun nodded to Zhuo Yunfan, the little servant was taken away by Feng Cangyue to Song Siming's study, and Chang'an went to the Chamber of Commerce.

The cell fell silent for a moment, quiet and terrifying.

Soon, the sound of footsteps came, and Chu Qi presented a small notebook to Zhuo Yunfan: "My lord, the account book of the servant." ”

The small book only notes the date and the amount of reward money, and there is nothing useful, but it is a very detailed timeline.

Half an hour later, there was another sound of footsteps, it was Feng Cangyue.

"Lord Zhuo, I found it in Song Siming's study."

Feng Cangyue brought back a small box, and the box was full of small notes one by one, and on the notes were rows of numbers.

Zhuo Yunfan read the past one by one, and the face of the president of the Chamber of Commerce sank little by little. Song Siming was still breathing.

It's just that when Chang'an came back and began to report the title of the book, Song Siming's face also began to panic, there are so many books in the study, how did you both remember it for a while?

Soon, Feng Cangyue heard the familiar title of the book "Cloud Dream", which is written about the story of the princess Yun Piaopiao and the prince dreaming of returning to the sky, and it is the title of the book inscribed by the emperor himself.

Song Siming and the president of the Chamber of Commerce both had one in their study.

The seventh day of the first month quickly picked up "Cloud Dream" from Song Siming's study.

Zhuo Yunfan looked at a note and found it in "Cloud Dream", page number, first few lines, first few words, and soon, a note was translated.

"Early tomorrow morning, Chengnan Inn, catch Fengziang."

Hearing this, Song Siming's chubby face of Song Governor Song couldn't smile anymore, and his face was full of incredulity: Are you reasonable for this speed? This is a solution that I have been thinking about for a month and trying to break my head, and you can crack it without blinking an eye?