"What happened to the relics left by Niu Manshan?" Wang Xian glanced at Zhu Liu.

"It was recovered at the time of the autopsy." Zhu Liudao: "There is nothing valuable, but there are traces of passivity, I asked them, and said that after the incident, Zhang Jin, the commander of the Imperial Tomb Guard, took over." ”

"Go see him." After Wang Xian finished speaking, he and Zhang Fu left the torture room, Zhang Jin was a high-ranking official, and he was brought in in the name of assisting in the investigation, so he was only placed under house arrest in a single room, and he was not tortured, and he did not wear torture instruments.

However, Zhang Jin's state was not much better, when Wang Xian and Zhang Fu came in, he was sitting on the chair in a trance, looking at the candlestick in a daze. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhang Jin slowly turned his head, and the next moment, his expression returned to normal, and he got up and said, "Grandpa, Lord Wang......"

"What do you think?" Zhang Fu sat down opposite him and said in a deep voice: "Are you worried that your half life of glory will end here, and you will be so tired that your children and grandchildren will have no background?" ”

The British Duke is the world's number one world-honored general, and naturally knows what these world-honored generals are most worried about...... That's definitely not death, it's Sehoon who lost his father's life in exchange! Shixun is the grace that the Ming Emperor gave to his courtiers. With this honor, as long as the Ming Dynasty does not die, their descendants will be military ministers of the country for generations, and the glory and wealth are endless. If this golden rice bowl of the descendants of the heirloom is smashed in their hands, not only will they not only have no shame to see the fathers and ancestors under Jiuquan, but they will also be scolded by the descendants of later generations, it is really worse than death!

"Father, grandfather......" If someone else said this to him, Zhang Jin naturally disdained it, and even burst into a rage. But it is Zhang Fu who can say this, the most trusted British prince in the Holy World today! A word from people can make the emperor take away his world! Zhang Jindeng sweated like a pulp and said: "You, you are laughing......"

"Bengong didn't laugh," Zhang Fu said coldly: "After Niu Manshan died, why did you block the news?" Also, why move the relics full of cows? Could it be that you are the commander of the majestic mausoleum guard, and you also covet his little wealth?! ”

"Grandpa is wronged, listen to the villain's explanation." Zhang Jin hurriedly said: "After the death of the ginkgo tree in front of the Xiaoling Palace, the emperor ordered that the news be strictly sealed and not leaked. The last general is adhering to the holy will, thinking that the eunuch Niu, as the deputy chief of Guan Huashu, will definitely have different opinions once the news of the suicide comes out at this juncture. I also thought that the Hengzhu Imperial Court would immediately send the King of Han to investigate, so I decided not to report it until the King of Han arrived...... As for moving Niu Manshan's relics, the last general is also eager to solve the case, wanting to see if he has left any last words...... If it is said that the last general's handling is improper, the last general will be willing to be punished, but if it is said that the last general has bad intentions, it is too wrong! ”

"Paradoxical!" Zhang Fu laughed and said, "If you want to solve the case as soon as possible, how can you delay reporting Niu Manshan's death?" Furthermore, are you a judicial officer? Do you have the imperial mandate in your body? With such a major case, you dare to move around without permission?! ”

"It's the last general who thinks about it......" Zhang Jin said in a loud voice: "The last general only thought that he was a ghost and committed suicide in fear of sin." ”

"I think you're the ghost!" Zhang Fu slapped the table and shouted in a deep voice: "I asked you, what did you take from Niu Manshan?!" ”

"No, I didn't take any ......," Zhang Jin denied.

"Don't think that Ben Gong is begging you for something! My father is giving you a chance, and you can't help it if you have to let it go! Zhang Fu patted the table and said, "Use your pig brain to think about it, if you still refuse to tell the truth, can His Royal Highness the King of Han let you go?!" ”

"King ...... Han" As soon as he thought of the living Yama King, Zhang Jin couldn't help but shudder: "How can King Han blame me?" ”

"Could it be that the king of Han will still be grateful to you?" Wang Xian measured the road from the side.

"King Han won't blame me, won't blame me......" Zhang Jin couldn't help but think about it while wiping his sweat, but he was obviously very scared in his heart.

"If you don't tell the truth, you don't need King Han, my father will take away your family's Shixun!" Zhang Fu said coldly.

Zhang Jin said pitifully: "The last general really doesn't know what to say!" ”

"Okay, I'll give you a heads-up." Now it was Wang Xian's turn to speak: "February 20, you go home on vacation, can any guests visit?" ”

When Zhang Jin heard this, he was like being struck by lightning, and said dumbfoundedly: "What...... Guest? ”

"You really don't know how to write dead words!" Wang Xian said gloomily: "This is Beizhen Fusi!" Do you think that the 100,000 spies in brocade clothes of the imperial court eat dry rice? ”

"Your father and I were also robes during the Jing Dynasty, and it was for the sake of this incense that I gave you a chance to take the initiative to explain." Zhang Fu said with a sad expression that was more than heartbroken: "Since you don't see the coffin and don't shed tears, then this father can only do business, Zhongde, I'll leave it to you." ”

After saying that, the British Duke slowly turned around and made a gesture to leave. At this moment, I saw that Zhang Jin's knees were weak, kneeling and hugging his thighs and crying: "Grandpa spare his life, grandpa spare his life, I said, I said it is ......"

Under the pretense of Wang Xian and Zhang Fu, Zhang Jin finally collapsed...... The general guarding the imperial tomb obviously didn't know that the brocade-clothed spies of the imperial court were indeed pervasive, but they wouldn't tell Wang Xian the news they heard. Although Beizhen Fuji is also building his own intelligence system, he is far from having the ability to monitor officials of his level.

But at least at this time, Zhang has entered the court. In exchange for the 'leniency' promised by Zhang Fu, he had to tell the truth: "The last general has been the commander of this imperial tomb guard for eight years. For eight years, he guarded the imperial tomb all day and night, and could only return to the city once a month, although it was close to the capital, it was like an exile. I was very scared, afraid that I would spend my whole life in the imperial mausoleum, so I tried every means to transfer out. ”

Zhang Fu sat down again to listen to Zhang Jin's confession, Wang Xian stood behind the British duke, nodded imperceptibly in the corner, and listened to Zhang Jin continue:

"But it's not so easy to be transferred, first of all, the requirements for being the commander of the Imperial Tomb Guard are very harsh, and you have to be innocent and trusted by the emperor. But such a celebrity, who wants to come to see the imperial tomb? Zhang Jin said with a bitter face: "I have been running like this for two years, and the silver has been spent a lot, but there is no news at all, and I have lost hope." Who knew that on the twentieth of last month, the end of the year was at home, and I asked the brother who helped me to do this to the door, saying that there was a noble person who was willing to help me, but I wanted to do a small favor first. ”

"What's your brother's name?" Zhang Fu asked in a deep voice.

"Yes......" Zhang Jin whispered: "It's the third child of the Chengshan Hou family." ”

"Wang Pu......" Zhang Fu naturally looked at these Shixun children, and couldn't help frowning: "He hasn't had an errand yet, are you looking for him to do something?" ”

"I'm also a ghost," Zhang Jin said sadly: "I felt that he had a good relationship with King Zhao, so I wanted to take this line." ”

"King Zhao?" Zhang Fu said with a grim expression: "You can think about it!" ”

"It's true that the last general originally wanted to leave the relationship with King Zhao," Zhang Jin said busily: "But Wang Pu didn't say who it was that day, but I just thought it was King Zhao...... Wang Pu said to me, I don't need to do anything, just let me keep an eye on it, in case something happens to the Divine Palace Supervisor, I must arrive as soon as possible, and if there is anything that is in the way, I will eliminate it. As long as I do that, I'll be transferred to the Upper Twelfth Guard! ”

"You said yes?"

"The last general felt at the time that it wasn't for me to kill people and set fires, but it was just a matter of doing it while performing official duties, and there should be no danger," Zhang Jin bowed his head and said, "I agreed to it when I had a brain fever......

"It's really ......" Zhang Fu stretched out his finger and nodded at Zhang Jin, and said angrily: "I see that you are not a ghost, you are an official fan!" ”

"Grandpa......" Zhang Jin burst into tears: "The last general has been guarding the imperial tomb for eight years, just like being in prison for eight years, and if nothing else, there will be another eight years, two eight years, and three eight years!" I don't want to spend my whole life guarding the grave! ”

"Then you can taste the real taste of imprisonment and see if it is the same as you are in the Imperial Tomb Guard." Zhang Fu got up with a cold face and said.

"Grandpa, you said you wanted to save my ......" Zhang Jin hurriedly stepped forward and said with tears in his eyes: "Grandpa, for the sake of the world, let me go!" ”

"You have sinned and must be punished." Zhang Fu looked at him expressionlessly, and finally sighed and said, "But I will try to preserve the title passed down by your father." ”

"Thank you, thank you, Grandpa!" Zhang Jin made up his mind, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"But don't get your hopes up." Zhang Fu poured cold water on him again and said: "Even if this title is kept, I don't want to pass it on to your son, and it is a blessing to be able to give it to your younger brother." ”

"......" Zhang Jin heard this and sat down on the ground.

At this time, a scribe walked out of the corner, and on the tray in his hand, it was Zhang Jin's confession just now, and there was ink clay next to it, Zhang Jin dipped it in the ink clay mechanically, and pressed it on the confession .......

On the day of the third watch, the interrogation finally came to an end, and the lights in the signing room were still bright, Wang Xian and Zhang Fu were drinking strong tea and sorting out the files of today's interrogation...... Today is the day to report the case to the emperor, and in two hours, the British prince will face the saint, and the two have to drive at night.

Get these things, Zhang Fu is naturally a layman, but fortunately, Wang Xian is a veteran of the case, and he doesn't need Zhang Fu's help, so he will deal with everything by himself. He urged Zhang Fu to go to sleep several times, but tomorrow it was clear that he was a British public saint, and Zhang Fu was embarrassed to throw it to Wang Xian, so he had to stay up with him.

"Zhongde," in order to prevent sleepiness, the British duke said: "You said that you will hand it in tomorrow, what will be the emperor's reaction?" ”

"The emperor should be both angry and relieved." During this time, Zhang Fu has been honest with Wang Xian, and Wang Xian unconsciously replied frankly: "What is angry is that someone dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head!" However, the death of the ginkgo tree is not providential, but man-made, and it will also make the emperor breathe a sigh of relief. ”

"Well, I think so too." Zhang Fu asked again: "You said that Eunuch Chen has been wiped out. But Wang Pu is the son of the Marquis, so he should still be alive, right? ”

"I hope so." Wang Xian said lightly while carrying the pen: "Tomorrow, the grandfather can ask the emperor for an order and ask Chengshan Hou to ask for someone, maybe he can come out." ”

"Actually, it's not necessarily good to come out." Zhang Fu smiled bitterly: "Why am I more and more frightened about this case?" ”