"What?" He Zhifu was startled at first, but then relaxed again, and said with a smile: "Hehe, the errand lied to me again......

"He's your old boss, so you should give him a ride." Wang Xian said slowly: "The law is nothing more than human affection, the official can ⊥ you to hang filial piety, whether I lied to you or not, I will know the Tao when the time comes." ”

"I'm not a big deal," He Zhifu still didn't believe it, stood up and said: "Since I was sent to the top, it is better to obey my fate than to be respectful, at least I can go out to breathe." ”

"That's right." Wang Xian nodded and instructed Zhou Yong: "Take a few people to escort Lord He to the Yamen of the Domain, and pay attention to protecting Lord He's safety." ”

"Yes." Zhou Yong responded and said sideways: "Lord He, please." ”

He Zhifu was stunned for a moment, could it be that what Wang Xian said was true? Deng Shi was a little unconfident and said, "My lord really let me go?" ”

Wang Xian closed his eyes and waved his hand. Zhou Yong urged: "Go"

With full hesitation, Governor He got into the carriage waiting in the courtyard, and the carriage drove away and drove towards the Yamen of the political envoy.

Wang Xian summoned the next official, and then they all got into the carriage and went to Zhang Chun to offer condolences. He is a guy who can exert less effort and less effort, Zhang Fantai is lying there, which is worth a thousand words, so why should he talk more to these difficult guys?

The carriage was driving on the familiar street, but He Zhifu could not see the situation outside, because it was actually a fully enclosed prisoner car. In the car, He Zhifu even thought that Wang Xian might have to transfer himself secretly, anyway, he just didn't believe that Zhang Chun was dead. Just as he was racking his brains and thinking about how to report to his own people, he suddenly heard bursts of mourning and intermittent crying.

He Zhifu's heart chuckled, and the carriage stopped, Zhou Yong opened the door and said, "Lord He, come down." ”

He Zhifu hesitated for a long time, Fang trembled and reached out to hold the door frame, poked his head out to glance at it. At this glance, I saw the glorious and sealed Yamen of the political secretary in the past, and at this moment the white flags are long, and the curtains are stacked...... He Zhifu's eyes darkened, and he fainted again.

But this time Zhou Yong was not so polite, and directly pinched him to wake him up, He Zhifu slowly opened his eyes and muttered: This is not true, this is not true, at this moment his ears are buzzing, and there is only one thought churning in his heart - Zhang Chun is actually dead, who can he rely on if Zhang Chun is really dead? I'm afraid there is only one dead end

The result he didn't want to imagine the most, and he never expected, appeared-Zhang Chun actually died...... Suddenly, he spread his legs and rushed towards the yamen, and Zhou Yong hurriedly followed closely to prevent him from escaping or looking for a short time......

They were obviously too worried, and when the He prefect entered the yamen, he stumbled and went straight to the mourning hall in the back hall. In the middle of the mourning hall is a mahogany coffin, which has not yet been sealed. He screamed, pounced on it despite everyone's obstruction, and lay on the side of the coffin to see that the one lying in a second-grade official uniform was not Zhang Chun? It's just that at this time, he has no breath, his face is stiff, and he is already dead and can't die anymore......

He Zhifu clung to the coffin, his throat rattled, and finally let out an earth-shattering cry for a long time, and then let out a loud cry, crying so much that the family members who were heart-rending and discolored than Zhang Fantai cried much more tragically, and the filial sons and grandsons couldn't hold back.

He Zhifu cried and fainted several times, crying tears, and still howling there, which made the people who didn't know the truth secretly surprised, how could this He Zhifu look like a dead father? Could it be that the rumors that he and Zhang Fantai have a broken sleeve are true?

People are speculating wildly that the detained officials came one after another, just like the prefect of He, crying so badly that the people who wept and mourned couldn't care about their grief and just looked at the situation......

Fortunately, no matter how hard they cried, there was always a moment when they finished crying, Zhou Yong and others helped up He Zhifu and others, who were paralyzed from crying, and left the mourning hall one by one. At this time, people came back to their senses, and it turned out that these old people were not crying Zhang Fantai, but crying themselves......

When He Zhifu was brought back to Xingyuan and appeared in front of Wang Xian again, although it was only more than half an hour, he seemed to be twenty years old. The whole person collapsed, slumped on the circle chair, closed his eyes slightly, only saw his mouth move, and did not hear his voice, just like an old man with dementia.

Looking at his situation, Wang Xian and Zhou Yong looked at each other, could this medicine be fierce? Won't this old boy be stupid? Why is he so vulnerable?

Fortunately, he didn't wait long, He Zhifu suddenly stopped muttering to himself, his throat let out a terrible giggle, and he slowly raised his head and stared directly at Wang Xiandao: "Okay! Good means Zhang Chun is not suicide, is he killed by someone? ”

Wang Xian frowned, made a gesture secretly, and motioned for Wu Wei, who was making a record, to stop. In fact, there is no need for him to remind him, and Wu Wei will not remember this sentence.

"Don't you want to ask, I'll tell you everything" He Zhifu leaned forward a little nervously, and said loudly: "Saying that Zhang Fantai committed suicide, he can deceive others, but he can't deceive me...... It's not that I look down on him, it's just Zhang Chun's coward, he doesn't have the courage to commit suicide at all"

"In fact, he was committed suicide, and Taiyuan City is the only one who has this ability, not you, Lord Qincha, but the one in the palace of the King of Jin, our case, all because of the King of Jin, all to wipe his ass, only to make trouble to this point today, but now he killed Zhang Chun, must be to cut off the tail of the gecko, let us carry the black pot for him, and keep himself alone" I only heard He Zhifu wave his hand to himself, and said hysterically: "Ask, what do you want to know, I will tell you all to ask, I will say anything, and I will confess to whoever is involved!"

"You're tired of living, aren't you?" Wang Xian frowned.

"I'm not tired of life," He Zhifu said with a crazy face: "King Jin killed Zhang Chun, no one will come to save us, not for the sake of my family, I have to help myself and ask, as long as you dare to ask, I dare to say anything I don't know if I have the courage to listen."

"I'll ask you now!" Wang Xian is not stingy by nature, how can he be suppressed by a prisoner, he took the case and said: "Zhao Changzhen, Fenyang Zhixian County, how did he die?"

"It's because he secretly keeps small accounts, and he is followed by his long-term ...... Called Gou San's discovery" He Zhifu really said happily: "Gou San reported me, and I reported Zhang Fantai, and Zhang Fantai ordered him to be killed."

"How did you get killed?" Wang Xian asked.

"At the send-off banquet that day, the feudal platform took turns pouring wine, and Zhao Zhixian couldn't drink enough, so he was so drunk that he was unconscious." He Zhifu said: "Gou San helped him back to the post house, put him on the bed and lay down, the surname Zhao's mouth was dry and asked for tea, Gou San put arsenic in the tea and waited for him to drink it." The surnamed Zhao drank tea, and after a while, he fell unconscious, and Gou San used the mountain axe that was hidden to cut off his head. Originally, he was supposed to take Zhao Changzhen's head to me to receive the reward, but I don't know which tendon was wrong, and he actually escaped. After that, he was wanted by the whole province, and his whereabouts are still unknown. ”

"He's in my hands." Wang Xian said a little proudly.

"How is that possible?" He Zhifu didn't believe it, and immediately said: "It was given to you by King Jin?" ”

"No, I found it myself." Wang Xian was a little shameless, in fact, Na Gou San was desperate and came to the door by himself. But if he hadn't been working hard in secret, Gou San wouldn't have known that Daoqin was looking for him.

"It's really hard to convince you." He Zhifu gave a thumbs up and said: "People say that Shanxi is a monolith and water can't be splashed, but in the eyes of the superiors, it is full of holes and loopholes."

"The sky is magnificent, but it is not leaky." Wang Xian said modestly.

"Hehe, but we are not defeated in your hands, we are defeated in our own hands," He Zhifu turned his head, wanting to see if anyone was recording, but unfortunately in his position, he couldn't see Wu Wei in the back of the side. "If it is interrogated normally, the interrogator will ask next, why do you want to kill Zhao Changzhen. The sinner replied, because Zhao Zhixian is not in the same group as us. Then the officer will ask, who are you in the group? ”

"Are you the questioner, am I the questioner?" Wang Xian categorically intercepted He Zhifu's words. He was a little impetuous, and he was really difficult to deal with this kind of old official who was down-to-hearted.

"Of course it's a bad deal, but it's a bad question, and you have to ask like this, and if you don't ask like that, there will be a problem." A faint mockery appeared on Governor He's face: "Being an official in the same dynasty is like taking a boat, with the wind and waves, no one can be spared if they fall into the water first and then fall into the water, it is nothing more than who comes first and who comes last." Of course, Shangcha has only just entered the officialdom, and I may think that I am alarmist. But on a bad day, I have grown up to you as a teenager, and I have been mixed in the officialdom for 20 years, I have a sentence to give you, a lesson from the past, a teacher of the future"

Wang Xian's brows furrowed again, this surnamed He was still hysterical, and in a blink of an eye, he was calmer than anyone else, what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd?

"If you don't believe it, think about it, the annual salary of my first-class member of the Ming Dynasty is only two hundred and thirty taels of silver, and my prefect has been in office for a year, and the annual salary is less than one hundred taels. This amount of money is just enough for the family to eat. But the Ming Dynasty was an official in a different place and a local official. There are only a few officials in a yamen, but there are dozens or hundreds of officials, and they have been immersed in the government for many years, and they have become intertwined with the local government, and they have long become local snakes. If we take office single-handedly, won't we be bullied to death by the snake? Therefore, it is necessary to invite a few masters, some are in charge of money and food, some are in charge of criminal names, some are in charge of household law, and some are in charge of copywriting...... In short, even if you don't want to do a career and just want to be an official in peace, you have to ask for these expenses from your own people, but you have to pay out of your own pocket, which annuity is not more than 100 taels? Not to mention the officialdom ushering in the necessary pomp...... The expenses of being an official are too high. He Zhifu chattered: "My one hundred taels of silver can't withstand even a month." You said that as an official in this Ming Dynasty, who can be clean? Who doesn't fall into the water when encountering wind and waves? ”