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Chapter 388 The lonely lamp does not shine on the soul-returning person (8)

Dorgon was angry, who dared to go up and persuade him? Only Suksaha relied on being the confidant of King Rui and whispered to Goshha to imprison Song Hongye in the Ministry of Justice first and wait for the end of his life.

Of course, Song Hongye was relieved when he learned that he was not dead, but he was still crying like a pig, showing the image of a coward to the fullest.

The entire Zheng Wang Mansion soon started to burn due to the explosion. As the infantry commander, Aixinga led his troops to the Wang Mansion, knocked down several walls, and used water dragons to control the fire and did not burn all the way to the palace. However, such a major event must not be hidden from the inner palace. In fact, Shunzhi was awakened by the explosion and saw the fire with his own eyes. He was frightened to death.

After dawn, the nine gates of the capital were closed, and the city was full of martial law, and suspicious people were investigated, and the "remnants" of the Zhengwang Mansion were cleaned up. However, what made Ai Xing'a desperate was that there were large-character slogans everywhere inside and outside the capital, saying "Slaughter all over the traitors, restore the Ming Dynasty", and also left a signature: The soul-returning person.

These three sinister words obviously indicate the identity of a traitor, and they are all for the rest of their lives after their death. However, after the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, everyone in the capital can now be said to be the "returning soul"! Even Baoyi, who came to the capital from Liaodong, can be regarded as the "remaining life after their death". This signature not only did not leave any clues for breaking the rebellion, but also aroused the Han people's desire to share the same hatred of the enemy!

"Anyone who hides paper, ink, pen and inkstone in the home is suspected of a rebellion! I will catch it first!" Ai Xing'a announced.

Beijing is the best area of ​​the Ming Dynasty, and the literacy rate is already high. Which neighborhood does not have a literate person? If you continue to investigate this way, it is just a little better than finding a needle in a haystack.

Although he knew that the Manchu Tartars had a sudden idea, his Eight Banners soldiers did not think there was anything wrong with it. They were very happy to carry out this kind of home search mission, which could make the wallet heavier.

The capital ushered in another mess.

After Song Hongye was imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice, the news spread to his home at dawn.

"Grandma! The master has been imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice!" The maid ran around the inner house and passed the bad news to the mistress who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

The young mistress sat on the bed on the surface, but in fact she was calm.

She didn't see Song Hongye sending a message back last night, and she knew that there was a change. She used the keys, potions, etc. to remind people of the secret destruction of "spy". Now she has received the news that Song Hongye was imprisoned. She should pretend to be a kind-hearted prostitute and immediately fled with the money, waiting for the wind to pass in the safe house of the capital, and even waited until the king revived the capital.

However, this delicate mistress of the re-string seems to love the master too much...

"Geeh...Geeh..."

"Grandma! What's wrong with you Grandma!" The maid was frightened by this gloomy and weird smile.

"Gee! Gee! Gee!" The mistress just laughed strangely, jumped off the bed, stepped on the ground barefoot, walked slowly towards the dressing table, took a handful of peach wood comb, and started combing her hair.

"Grandma, let me serve you to comb your hair." The personal maid hurried forward, but was pushed away by the mistress.

"One, comb, comb to the end; second, comb our girl's white hair and eyebrows; third, comb the girl's children and grandchildren all over the ground; fourth, comb the master's good luck. Let's meet a noble person when he meets him..."

While singing the hair combing song when she got married, the mistress was mixed with "giggling" and giggling. The comb in her hand was heavier and he seemed to want to pull off her scalp. The close maid was finally frightened and slowly retreated, turned around and escaped from the strange room, shouting loudly: "Come here! Call me doctor! Grandma is hysterical!"

The strange laughter chased the maid out of the backyard, and several healthy women guarded the door. They dared not go forward. Soon, the young and tender mistress rushed out with her hands and feet, shouting loudly: "Leimen Heavenly Soldiers, respect my order! Kill demons and eliminate demons, and the world is quiet!" Everyone did not dare to stop her, but someone heard her call, remembered the mistress's faith, the birthday of the 10th day of the lunar month must be to go to the temple to incense. Then she shouted: "Maybe there is a ghost, go and invite the Taoist priest from Dongyue Temple!"

"Thunder troops..."

The mistress screamed, and suddenly a rumbling sound came from behind her. The fire burst out, and a huge impulse rushed to shake the healthy woman guarding the door of the inner courtyard and the servants who were guarding the door of the inner courtyard and fell on the ground to hang the lottery. On the contrary, the mad mistress actually escaped a disaster because she ran fast. She looked at the servants who were wailing "shenyin" all over the ground. She actually applauded and shouted: "Thunder troops, respect my order! Kill the demons and eliminate demons, the heaven and earth are quiet! Kill the demons and eliminate demons!..."

The servants outside rushed in quickly. While going to rescue the injured servant, a maid came forward and wrapped her mistress up with cloth. She ignored her yelling and sent her to the side room to be locked.

This is the second explosion. Although Song Hongye has been in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, he was the Minister of War and the bannerman of the Ministry of Internal Affairs before last night!

Ai Xing A naturally considered the case of the bombing of Song's house with the Zheng Wang Mansion together, but it was exactly the words of "slaughtering all over the traitors". Looking at the ruins in Song's house, Ai Xing Ai sighed a little for his old subordinates. But overnight, the man was thrown into prison, his family was bombed, and the woman went crazy... This was simply a disaster from the sky!

——Slow down, this may be a good thing!

Ai Xing'a suddenly thought: Although this kid's family was destroyed, he had at least saved his life! Now that soul-returning man exploded Song Hongye's family, obviously trying to kill Song Hongye. At this time, even if the Regent wanted to kill Song Hongye, he could only hold it back. Otherwise, wouldn't he be used as a knife?

As expected, Dorgon learned that Song Hongye's family was bombed and specially introduced Song Hongye. Generally speaking, this means that Dorgon would not kill him again, otherwise he would not have to do anything more.

"Do you know the soul-returning person?" Dorgon asked Song Hongye, who was kneeling in the hall sternly.

Song Hongye had been stripped of his official uniform, put on his prison uniform, knelt on the ground, trembling, and said, "I heard from the insider that their leader seemed to be called the Soul-Returning Man."

"Do you know that the soul-returning man is going to kill you?"

Song Hongye pretended to be shocked and lost his temper: "Kill the slave?"

Dorgon showed a look of rotten wood that could not be carved: "He exploded your house this morning. If I hadn't thrown you into prison, you would have been buried in it!" Dorgon unceremoniously attributed Suksaha's temporary actions to himself.

Song Hongye immediately lost his spirit and said, "Then, that slave's family..."

"You woman is crazy." Dorgon didn't say much, but just explained this fact so that Song Hongye sounded like he was scared by the soul-returning man.

Song Hongye buried his head in the floor tiles, moaning.

"Stop crying!" Dorgon said impatiently: "A real man, why do you act like this little daughter? If you still have three parts of blood, you should dig out the chaos!"

Song Hongye cried with tears in his face, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Master is right! The slave must kill all the rioters in one go! Eat their meat! Drink their blood! Let them live worse than death!"

Dorgon waved his hand and said, "Go."

Song Hongye kowtowed heavily, got up and walked out, crying while walking, as if he was really sad.

"By the way, why did the rebels blow up your house?" Dorgon suddenly asked behind Song Hongye.

Song Hongye is not on the list of traitors, and his official position is not the highest among the Han people. Why didn’t the rebels explode Feng Quan’s family, but instead exploded Song Hongye’s family? Although gunpowder is not very expensive, it is not cheap either!

Song Hongye paused, turned around and knelt down immediately, and said, "I don't know, please make clear to my master!"

"Oh." Dorgon stared at Song Hongye for a while, as if he was regretful of Song Hongye's intelligence, and finally shook his head: "It was obviously your eyes and ears that sold you."

Where is Song Hongye? He is 80% sure that he believes that his "wife" is pretending to be crazy. He blows up his own house, and on the one hand, he can hide the sound of the underground copper sermon, and on the other hand, he can observe whether he is betrayed. If he is betrayed, as a lunatic who is avoided, it will still be too late to escape. If he is not betrayed, her move will save her life.

——This woman is really amazing, no wonder she was sent to Beijing.

Song Hongye secretly praised in his heart.

"I will never!" Song Hongye cried, "Master doesn't know anything. Those two good brothers who have been with me for more than ten years! They know that they will definitely die after falling into the hands of the rebellion. The slave must take care of their family. How could they sell the slave?"

Dorgon shook his head and said, "People's hearts are unpredictable, you go."

Song Hongye kowtowed in tears and then retreated.

The whole set of opera was to sing. Song Hongye returned home and saw his unconscious wife in the wing room, and gave the Taoist priest a big reward. Only then did he sing the opera.

"I asked you to prepare a gunpowder at home, it's true."

When everyone dispersed, the mistress's eyes were clear, and she looked at Song Hongye with a smile.

Song Hongye had already taken a shower and changed his clothes, and said in a long sigh: "The Manchus are really moody. If they are killed like this, where can they go to complain about the wrongdoing?"

"Isn't it wrong to be killed by someone who is caught? "

"Bao, bah, bah, bah, baby! Childish words are not quarrel!" Song Hongye quickly broke the little woman's words and said, "The first step is finally coming out, and now is the second key step."

"How sure are you?" the mistress asked in a low voice.

Song Hongye smiled bitterly and said, "At most, 30%.

"Thirty percent? It's too low." The mistress hesitated a little: "It's better to tell the soul-returning person. This matter will be discussed for a long time."

"The arrow is not turned back. I'm just saying it now?" Song Hongye gave his beautiful wife a blank look and said firmly: "You will leave tomorrow. If I die, at least you will leave it as a seed."

The mistress's eyes flashed twice and said, "Try not to die."

"Don't worry, I really don't want to die." Song Hongye sighed.

That night, the mother of the Song family was possessed by evil spirits and sang a song to comb her hair and committed suicide.

Mr. Song personally restrained his wife's body and cried to death. He did not allow others to take action and kept it in the coffin. The sincere feelings that only in the plays are true, really sad for those who hear it, and cry for those who see it.

Early the next morning, Mr. Song, who had been restored to his post, pressed the hearse out of the city.

The infantry commander Ai Xinga also sent a trip to the city gate, but did not mention the matter of opening the coffin and probing the autopsy. Because in Ai Xinga's view, if you have a crazy wife, it would be better to kill him and give him a seat for the next one. He was afraid that if he found something, he would turn his old subordinates in.

Although Song Hongye was suspected of killing his wife, no one suspected that Mrs. Song was not dead at all.

She left the city through the sea, and it was because the sky was high, birds flew wide, and the sea was wide, and the fish jumped all the way to Tianjin, and went to sea in an unknown private port to Shandong.

Song Hongye sent his wife away, made up his mind, and took out the ruthlessness of his husband's family, and searched for the rebels in Beijing with his close friends. However, the real "rebels" were dismissed from the suspicion after being interrogated alone and released them on the spot. Instead, they caught many villains, some were frightened, some were seeking rewards, and some were simply to make a felony neighbors, and they confessed the "suspicious people" in the neighborhood.

According to Song Hongye’s previous secret agreement with Xu Dun, Xu Dun had already warned his subordinates how to convey information and obtain protection if they were arrested, and would never speak nonsense. As for the soul-returning person, it was a civil organization that extremely hated the Qing Dynasty and its lackeys, and would definitely not compromise with the Tartar officials. The hatred alone made it impossible for them to kill people with a knife.

So these villains became the targets of Song Hongye's operation.

The heads fell to the ground one after another, and blood was flowing like a river.

Dorgon learned that Song Hongye had killed more than a dozen criminals suspected of rebellion in one day, and was quite proud of his wise decision and praised him, "Look, this is a good dog."

But he didn't know that this "good dog" had its claws sharpened and slowly showed its fangs in the dark.

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