This method greatly preserved the power of the Ministry of Punishment, and they only had to wait and see what happened and respond to the encirclement and reinforcements.

No one could have predicted that this interlocking layout was conceived by Song Qingchi on his way back to Beijing, and quickly took shape after accidentally bumping into Song Tang and his entourage. The situation is intertwined and is under control.

A forbidden soldier wore a mask on his face and quietly landed on a tall tree trunk. "Sir Song, we have tracked the Lu family, Zhenbao Pavilion."

Song Qingzhi nodded, and the person beside him handed over the map. Song Qingzhi thought for a moment, "Do you need support from the Ministry of Punishment?"

"My master asked Mr. Song to give you all your help to prevent any mistakes."

"Gu Lin, you are familiar with the trend of groundwater. You lead two teams to guard the channel connecting the wellhead and the moat at the perimeter. During the exhibition, you lead a team to surround the Zhenbao Pavilion. You take the opportunity to smoke and set fire. Archers lurked on the wall. One team sneaked into the backyard to control everyone. Ding, the smoke is very good. As for the underground secret tunnel mechanism, I believe that the elite of the Forbidden Army will be invincible." After Song Qing finished speaking, everyone divided their troops and acted in an orderly manner.

Song Qingzhi raised his hands to the night sky, "Ye Chonglin, the young minister of Dali Temple, is good at handling party and private cases. He is worthy of the important task. Long Wei can take him to see the emperor."

"Sir Song, you have worked hard. Thank you for your hard work." Only the sound was heard.

"A minister's duty is to do his best." Turning the horse's head, he had other things to arrange.

Song Qingchi returned to the Ministry of Justice, and saw a man with a broken arm sitting in front of his desk. His appearance was extremely ugly, and he had obviously been burned. When he saw Song Qingchi, he laughed and said, "Sir, the fake formation of troops is over."

Song Qingchi poured the tea and handed it over, "I cherish my official reputation so much, how can I allow you to slander me?"

"Would you like me to pass these to the Imperial Army for a look? They have been in a hurry all night, but they don't know that you already have a chance to win." The man with a broken arm handed Song Qing a stack of documents with his left hand. "What an eye-opening confession." .”

Song Qingzhi didn't even look at it. He rolled it into a paper tube, sealed it with wax, and handed it out the door. It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The man with the broken arm shivered, "I didn't cause trouble with you, did I?"

"I'm fine, your trouble is not far away." Song Qingchi raised his eyelids and said coolly.

Before the masked man committed the murder, the confessions of the assassins who died at the prince's banquet had already been obtained, and they were all controlled by Chu Linlang, who was sitting on the servant's desk in the room.

"Song Heyun, you will die if you don't do it, right?"

"I am gentle today. Let me let you go and take the key back to your cell." Song Qingchi opened the door and made a request.

Chu Linlang put her ugly face up to scare Song Qingzhi. Song Qingzhi held his chin and lifted it up, "It looks much more beautiful than before."

Chu Linlang pushed his hand away, "Only you, Song Heyun, can tell lies with your eyes open. Let's go."

Chu Linlang, the first interrogator in the Ministry of Punishment, can also be said to be the first torturer in the Great Ye Dynasty. He is also good at acupuncture points on the human body and has superb knife skills. He has been on death row for a long time and enjoys being frightened, but he has never succeeded in front of Song Heyun.

"What kind of person is he?" Mrs. Song asked with a curious smile.

"It's very similar to Xi Yao." It's basically Gu Xi Yao, but I can't tell my mother yet.

Mrs. Song pretended to hit Song Qingchi, "If that young master knew that you were using him as a substitute, how could he want you to come with him?"

"Mom, you are overthinking. It's just my wishful thinking that I like him. He doesn't like me." Song Qing held Mrs. Song and buried his face in Mrs. Song's arms. "Am I not worthy of being liked?"

"Don't force that young master, not everyone can accept men." Mrs. Song finished. As long as Song Qingchi was alive, Mrs. Song didn't care what kind of person Song Qingchi became, let alone whether Song Qingchi liked men.

As a woman, as long as Song Qingchi is happy and as long as Song Qingchi is doing well, Mrs. Song doesn't care about anything.

But the way of the world is different. People's opinions make gold, but accumulation destroys bones.

"Get up quickly, you're so old and you're still acting like a baby." Mrs. Song patted Song Qingchi on the back, "Don't force that young master, do you hear me?" Mrs. Song was well aware of her son's methods.

In the year when General Song was awarded the title of Marquis, the second wife's mother and son attempted to poison her while she was pregnant.

Song Qingzhi, who happened to come back from the field trip, took action to kill the five people involved. He even hanged the woman in the second room alive. Her intestines were rotten and her belly was pierced, and she died in a horrible state. When she raised the sword to kill the second brother who was a concubine, she was killed.

She stopped him with all her strength, because she didn't want Song Qingzhi to kill again, otherwise Song Qingzhi's anger would affect who knows how many lives.

In the end, Song Qingzhi broke the leg of the concubine and drove him out of the Song family to fend for himself. He also declared that if he came to take revenge, he would be punished if he saw him again. All the servants involved were convicted and their relatives were transferred to humble status.

She didn't know where it was sold.

Because the evidence was conclusive, there was no room for sophistry, and General Song could not stop him. He could only feel guilty. If he was not his biological father, Song Qingchi might not be gentle with his men.

Because Song Tang failed to protect his mother, Song Qingzhi hung him from a tree and whipped him a hundred times. He was hung there for three days and three nights. He was barely alive and could not pass the gate of death.

A tiger's poison will not eat its offspring. It was General Song who said that even though he was killing people on the battlefield, he loved his children very much. But it was not Song Qingchi. Song Qingchi only saw good and bad things for his mother and bad things.

There is no need to exist.

After the second wife's affair, the Hou family treated Song Qingzhi with even more respect than the Song Marquis. The Marquis did not necessarily want their lives, but Song Qingzhi would not spare any chickens or dogs.

"Mom, please make some snacks tomorrow and I'll give them to him. Lotus cakes, mung bean cakes, gold silk rolls, and silk dolls. How about that?" Song Qingchi's eyes were shining and full of vitality.

"Why do you just talk about Xi Yao's favorite food? You have to ask the young master what he likes." Mrs. Song poked his brow.

"Mother's cooking skills are not easily revealed to others. It's not because I have a crush on him. Otherwise, how could I have such a good taste?" Song Qingchi stood up and hugged Mrs. Song. "Mother, I will try to take him as soon as possible.

Come to see you, he looks much better than before, but a little slovenly."

"Liu'er, I always feel like you are hiding something from your mother." With Song Qingzhi's tenderness towards Xi Yao, how could he possibly abandon tenderness and fall in love again? Mrs. Song felt very different in her heart, but looking at such a radiant girl

Song Qingzhi, Mrs. Song no longer wants to get to the bottom of this.

"Mom, I suddenly realized that after I met him, I became timid. I was supposed to go to the Criminal Department to interrogate the prisoner today and report the results to the emperor tomorrow morning. This is extremely dangerous. When I think of him, I don't want to take risks. I don't want to show up on my own.

It's wrong, otherwise I won't be able to express my love to him."

"Then I really should thank that young master for letting my Liu'er know how to cherish herself."

"But it's annoying to mess up my plans." Mr. Song, who has always been invincible, expressed his distress.

Mrs. Song was extremely happy, "Mother will do more tricks to reward that young man tomorrow morning."

It was a few days after Song Qingchi woke up. The Gu family's building was empty, and only the Song Mansion was left in Weibei Alley. The once-famous Gu Mansion's plaque no longer existed.

After waking up, Song Qingchi seemed to have forgotten Gu Xiyao. He got up early in the morning and went to the Ruan Academy to attend classes. After coming back for dinner in the evening, he studied hard until late at night and never talked to anyone.

On the anniversary of Yao's death, Song Qingchi suddenly disappeared. It was raining heavily that day. Madam Song, who was crazy and anxious, mobilized all her troops and searched the streets and alleys of the imperial capital, but there was no sign of Song Qingchi. Madam Song only felt that
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