Li Gang went there and came back in a short while.
Wang Shiyong also came with him.
His face looked unhappy. "Ji Zhong, the emperor said that Shi Qian should be handed over to Kaifeng Prefecture, and he doesn't need to worry about the rest."
Zhang Shuye glanced at Wang Shiyong and said calmly, "Since it is the emperor's order, I will definitely carry it out... Your Excellency, Shi Qian is now in your care."
"Uh-huh!"
Zhang Shuye ordered Song Jiang to handle the handover with the Kaifeng government officials, then said to Wang Shiyong solemnly, "Your Excellency, Shi Qian still has accomplices who have not been apprehended. You must be careful."
Wang Shiyong said nonchalantly, "You're talking about Lu Zhishen and Li Kui, right? Haha! Ji Zhong is worrying too much. No matter how bold they are, they wouldn't dare to kidnap anyone in the capital in broad daylight."
Zhang Shuye sighed to himself, "I'm sorry for talking too much."
The yamen runners of Kaifeng Prefecture were not very good at catching people, but they were very skilled in the ways of the government. They quickly pulled over a prison cart and hurriedly stuffed Shi Qian in and put him in shackles.
Zhang Shuye wanted to say a few more words to Wang Shiyong, but he opened his mouth and swallowed it back.
Li Gang saw his lost expression and pulled his sleeve. "Ji Zhong, our mission is over. Let's go, call Zhang Shixun, and go have a few drinks."
When the two men sent people to look for Zhang Shixun, they couldn't find him anywhere.
But let’s talk about Wang Shiyong.
He ordered the yamen runners to escort the prison cart, not towards the Kaifeng prison, but eastward towards the cross street.
This is the will of Emperor Zhao Huan.
Shi Qian stirred up trouble in the capital, causing panic among the people and greatly damaging the reputation of the royal family.
Parading Shi Qian in a prison van through the streets was, on the one hand, to demonstrate the government's authority to the people of the capital, and on the other hand, to eliminate the impact.
Kill two birds with one stone.
There were Japanese soldiers leading the way in front, and the prison van was guarded by yamen runners and soldiers on both sides. Wang Shiyong sat in a sedan chair and led the team at the back, heading east in a mighty manner.
The streets were crowded with people watching the fun, all wanting to see what Shi Qian looked like.
Shi Qian's hands and feet were tied in the prison van, and his neck was locked in the van, leaving only his head exposed.
Even so, there was no fear on Shi Qian's face, and he even shouted a few words from time to time.
"Eighteen years later, I'm a good man again!"
"Kill me, and there will be others to come."
And so on.
Every shout drew cheers from the people on the roadside.
The prison van passed the busiest cross street, turned south, and headed along Maxing Street towards Xiangguo Temple.
According to the plan, the prison van was to make half a circle in the inner city.
When the prison van reached the Bian River and turned west, more and more people gathered on the roadside to watch the excitement.
Shi Qian shouted even louder.
There were many curious people in the crowd who kept cheering for Shi Qian.
More people followed suit and started to stir up trouble.
People haven't been so happy for a long time since the Jin army withdrew.
Wang Shiyong, who was sitting in the sedan chair at the back, was furious and shouted to the yamen runners outside, "Go! Shut this guy's mouth!"
Just as he finished giving the order, he heard a thunderous roar from above his head: "Don't be so arrogant, I'm coming!"
Accompanied by a roar, a bald man jumped down from a restaurant on the roadside, waving a heavy Zen stick in his hand, and rushed straight towards the prison van.
The soldiers and yamen runners in charge of guarding were caught off guard and were killed by the bald man, who killed them all and beat them to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he reached the prison van.
Wang Shiyong was very anxious and hurriedly got out of the sedan chair, not caring that the hat on his head was knocked off.
He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Stop him! Kill him!"
The incident happened suddenly, and Wang Shiyong completely forgot that Shi Qian had shaved his head.
The people on both sides of the street were stunned.
The man who robbed the prison van was a bald man, so why was the man who came out of the official sedan also a bald man?
Even though Wang Shiyong's voice was almost broken, many soldiers and yamen runners just raised their weapons and shouted in a bluffing manner, and no one moved forward.
Shi Qian laughed heartily and said, "Monk Hua, you came at the perfect time. If you had been a step later, you would have had to go to Yama Palace to find me."
"Haha! I'm here now."
The bald man was none other than the Flower Monk Lu Zhishen.
He looked like a madman, raised his Zen stick high, and smashed it hard on the prison van.
With a loud "crash", the fence of the prison van was smashed to pieces and Shi Qian escaped.
Lu Zhishen quickly pulled out a sharp blade and cut the rope on Shi Qian in a few strokes.
Wang Shiyong was almost going crazy, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Kill them both! Whoever kills one of them will get a reward of 1,000 taels... No! A reward of 10,000 taels."
There will always be brave men when there is a big reward. The soldiers and yamen runners rushed forward and surrounded the two men and started fighting.
Lu Zhishen was in high spirits as he killed people, swinging his Zen staff like a wheel.
Shi Qian picked up a spear on the ground and followed Lu Zhishen, stabbing it here and there. It seemed that he had no pattern, but his spear was extremely fast, which often made it difficult to defend against.
Those who were watching the battle noticed that although the two Liangshan heroes looked ferocious, they had injured many people but had not killed anyone.
More and more officers and soldiers rushed to the scene after hearing the news, most of them were from the Japanese army.
Wang Zongchu also came. He sat on a chair and was carried by two strong soldiers.
He sat high up and had a clear view. Seeing the fierce killing going on inside, he shouted loudly: "Kill! Kill them hard!"
He had just shouted a few words when a black object flew out from the battle group and hit him in the chest.
Wang Zongchu screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards on the chair.
What hit him was a half iron cone.
It turned out that Shi Qian thought Wang Zongchu was too noisy, so he picked up the half of the iron spike that was broken by the Zen stick and threw it at the guy.
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