67 Chapter 067
◎What is your name?◎
All the criminals involved in the rebellion were imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice.
The execution has not been carried out yet because there are too many people involved in the case and the files have not been sorted out. It also happens to be the emperor's birthday, so it is not appropriate to see blood in the near future.
Xie Yi and Xie Yu were imprisoned in the same cell.
During the civil strife in Bishan, Xie Yu was seriously injured and was escorted to the capital before he had time to recuperate.
The bumpy ride aggravated his injuries, and now he was half dead, lying on the thatched bed, motionless.
Every day he listened to Xie Yu's ridicule, but he had no energy to refute and could only keep it in his heart. He became thin, gloomy, pale and terrifying.
"If you ask me, Sanniang has the best fate. She made a friend with the Jinyiwei, and not only was her body intact, but she was also given a proper burial. And you, a dignified prince, are being dragged to Caishikou to be beheaded in public. How pitiful."
Xie Yu was arrested in a mine in Henan. He was confused at first, but when he arrived at the Beijing prison and saw many fellow prisoners, he finally understood what had happened.
But he couldn't figure out how the imperial court found out?!
His father had run the business for decades without any mistakes, so why was it discovered at the last moment and attracted the Jinyiwei?
Xie Yu stared at him with dark eyes: "Having you by my side... isn't bad."
"Did I forget to tell you that Xiaobao is not your biological son, and that I deliberately arranged for Xiaobao's mother to be his? Xiaobao is lucky. He was born into a life of luxury, but died of a sudden illness on the way to Henan, so he didn't have to suffer with you. But he was raised by you after all, so you had some affection for him. Don't blame him after he dies."
Xie Yu: “…”
From the next cell: "Second Young Master, you've said it many times."
"Really?" Xie Yu looked surprised. "When did I say that? Why don't you remember?"
“You have to say it every day.”
"But I just got here." Xie Yu's expression didn't seem fake. "I still want to see Meng Zhuo. Is Meng Zhuo here?"
Everyone: “…”
"You're crazy." Xie Yi spoke slowly.
Xie Yu looked at him calmly: "I'm not crazy."
"You thought you had a sure win, ahem, but unexpectedly you fell headfirst into someone else's trap. Ahem, you're so unwilling to give up, yet you're powerless to break free. You can't accept this loss, and you're going crazy."
"You're talking nonsense." Xie Yu's nostrils flared.
Xie Yi's words had already aroused his wound, and his face turned even paler with pain. He simply closed his eyes and stopped answering him.
"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" Xie Yu rushed over and strangled him hard.
Xie Yi did not struggle.
"Oh, it starts again." A sigh came from the cell next door.
When Xie Yu was about to suffocate, Xie Yu suddenly loosened his grip, regained his senses, and sneered, "Want to provoke me to strangle you to death? I won't."
The cell fell silent again.
Xie Mingzhuo stood not far away and watched the whole show.
Unexpectedly, Xie Yu's obsession was even deeper than Xie Yi's. Perhaps it was because he had relied on his own planning and scheming for many years, and was just one step away from success, but at the last moment he became a prisoner and could not bear this blow.
At least Xie Yi still has the title of prince and the support of King Liang.
She walked to the prison door and looked through the gap at the second young master Xie, who had disheveled hair, his back to her, and was leaning against the wall.
"Thank you."
The man sat up straight, as if he thought it was an illusion. He did not turn around, but just sat stiffly in the same place.
Xie Mingzhuo called out again.
Now even Xie Yu opened his eyes, and the prisoners on both sides pricked up their ears.
Xie Yu turned his head and the next moment he saw Xie Mingzhuo, he didn't even bother to get up. He crawled to the prison door on his knees, grabbed the wooden pillar, and stared at her without blinking.
"Meng Zhuo! You're here! Tell me quickly, how did you know this in advance? I've thought about it all over again. Something was wrong when it started snowing. How could the court have been warned of this bizarre snowstorm in advance? Tell me now!"
He looked like a madman, as if a string had been stretched to the extreme and would break completely with just a slight pluck.
Jiang Qing and Feng Caiyu couldn't help but step forward and stand in front of Xie Mingzhuo.
"Have you read the newspaper?" Xie Mingzhuo asked calmly.
Xie Yu nodded vigorously: "I have seen it!"
"Then you should know that the 'Daoxian Warning' was sent by the Daoxian, who couldn't bear the suffering of the people, and appeared to the Emperor in a dream."
"You're lying to me. I don't believe you." Xie Yu's eyes widened. "If Taoist immortals really exist, why didn't they stop the heavy snow from falling?"
"Believe it or not." Xie Mingzhuo turned around.
"Don't go!" Xie Yu leaned his head against the prison door, his eyes bloodshot. "You're willing to come see me, isn't it just to test whether I'm hiding anything? Why don't you leave without listening?"
Xie Mingzhuo said calmly, "You are crazy. The words of a madman don't count."
"I am quite clear-headed. If you tell me the truth, I will tell you a secret."
"You speak first."
Xie Yu stared at her for a moment, then suddenly laughed and whispered, "I'm only telling you, come closer."
"Just tell me what you mean."
Xie Yu said something shocking: "My father has an illegitimate child hidden outside and has also raised a group of soldiers."
"oh."
"Shouldn't you be shocked and panicked? Go and report it to the emperor quickly, it's too late. He's hiding it very deeply. You must search slowly and carefully, otherwise one day it will explode like a caltrop, with a bang, killing and injuring countless people."
The jailer beside him couldn't help but look nervous when he heard this.
Xie Mingzhuo chuckled: "Xie Yu, it is God who wants to kill you. You must learn to accept your fate."
She no longer paid him any attention and led the guards out of the prison.
"Are you really not afraid at all?!" Xie Yu yelled from behind.
Of course Xie Mingzhuo was not afraid. Even if the story he made up was true, that group of people would never amount to anything.
After leaving the Ministry of Justice prison, I met an official in a green robe, about thirty years old, with a square face and a short beard.
Xie Mingzhuo was dressed modestly, and the guards behind her were not wearing the uniforms of palace guards. The other party did not recognize her and looked at her twice before looking away.
She boarded the carriage and drove away from the Ministry of Justice prison.
Cen Kui came to the prison today to find someone to verify something, but this prisoner was not in his case file and it would be troublesome to bring him to trial, so he went there in person.
When he came, he didn't find it strange to see the women, so he didn't take it seriously.
It wasn't until I entered the cell and heard someone shouting two words over and over again at the top of his lungs that I couldn't help but ask the prison boss, "What's going on?"
The jailer sighed, "It was the death row prisoner in the Liang Wang case. He kept clamoring to see someone, and after seeing someone just now, he ended up like this."
"Just now?" Cen Kui had heard about the Liang Wang case. He didn't know the details, but he knew that Lin Fan was involved in the escort. He subconsciously asked, "Could it be the girl who just left?"
The jailer nodded: "That's right."
"What is he shouting? Meng...Meng Zhuo?!"
Cen Kui suddenly had an idea. Wasn't the name the death row prisoner shouting "Meng Zhuo"?
He hurried out of the prison and wanted to catch up with him, but there was no trace of Meng Zhuo. He couldn't help but sigh and regret, how could he have missed him!
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The jailer thought something had happened and came over to ask.
Cen Kui asked, "Who is that Meng Zhuo?"
"I don't know, but I heard she's a high-ranking Jinyiwei official." The jailer smacked his lips. "Hey, this is the first time I've seen a female Jinyiwei."
"Is he really the Jinyiwei?" Cen Kui was surprised. "I have never heard of such a person in the Jinyiwei."
The jailer was bewildered: "I don't know about that little one."
In Mingshifang Hutong, Xie Mingshuo was dressed simply, carrying a shoulder bag filled with paper and pen, and came to report the news in person.
It is said that the hen of this family laid a golden egg, and the surface of the eggshell was faintly stained with auspicious cloud patterns. This strange news has spread throughout the neighborhood, and even a wealthy businessman was willing to buy it at a high price.
The head of the household was surnamed Du and worked in the Dongcheng Bingmasi. He was just a lowly soldier, but he could afford to live in the house in Mingshifang because his ancestors had been prosperous.
When Xie Mingshuo heard this, he felt that this was strange, so he came to visit in person in order to see the golden egg with his own eyes.
He knocked three times, but the gate didn't open. Instead, a fierce voice rang out: "The golden egg is about to be sold. No viewings allowed. Don't knock!"
Xie Mingshuo said amiably, "I am a reporter from a newspaper in the capital. I heard about this auspicious treasure and wanted to publish it in the newspaper so that the people of the capital and even the whole world can share in the joy."
The Beijing Newspaper Company is a household name in Beijing, and the word "reporter" is also familiar to everyone. Being able to report is an honor that others would love to have.
Because of this honor, newspaper reporters usually have success in everything they do, and even if the person involved is unwilling to be interviewed, they will not give the cold shoulder.
The person in the courtyard paused for a moment before mumbling, "The golden egg is valuable and has been properly placed. You can't look at it anymore. Please go back."
Xie Mingshuo laughed in his heart, there must be a problem!
He knocked on the gate again: "Brother, please open the door first. I'll take a look and leave after I'm done. I'll go back and write an article. Maybe it will be published in the next issue. By then, your master will be famous all over the country."
Few people can resist this temptation.
The gate slowly opened, and a head popped out from the crack of the door. The man was dressed in a servant's clothes. He looked at him for a few times, and seeing that he was tall but looked weak, he stepped aside to let him into the yard.
"Just take a look and leave."
"Of course, of course."
Xie Mingshuo followed him into a room. There were servants guarding the room inside and outside. All of them were tall and strong, and looked fierce and intimidating.
He strolled leisurely in the garden, smiled and bowed, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone."
guard:"……"
"May I ask your name, Mr. Reporter?" asked the servant.
Xie Mingshuo smiled and said, "No need to mention your surname, Meng."
"So you are Reporter Meng!" the servant shouted in surprise, and the other guards also looked at him with burning eyes.
Every report in "Beijing Weekly" has the reporter's signature, and the most frequently appearing one is "Meng Shuo". Even if the servants are illiterate, they will remember this name deeply after listening to their masters reading the newspaper or going to teahouses to listen to storytellers reading the newspaper.
The top reporter of the capital newspaper!
Xie Mingshuo didn't take these admiring looks to heart. Most of the time, these admiring looks would turn into resentment and disgust.
"Where is the golden egg?"
The servant came to his senses, his face became more enthusiastic, and he led him into the inner room.
As soon as you enter, the glass cover on the table in the room comes into view. Inside the transparent cover, a golden egg shines with dazzling luster on a lotus-patterned tray.
Xie Mingshuo: “…”
Although it looks very realistic, it is obviously painted with gold paint, and the faint auspicious cloud pattern is also painted on.
What kind of rich businessman is so lacking in taste that he would pay a high price for an ordinary egg?
"Reporter Meng, just take a look." The servant hurriedly closed the door of the inner room, blocking the view.
Xie Mingshuo retracted his gaze, turned around and walked out, not forgetting to ask: "I wonder which wealthy businessman wants to buy it? I'd also like to interview him. This kind of story should appear in the newspaper."
The servant was delighted to hear this and was about to speak when he ran into the master who had just returned from outside.
"Master, this is..."
"I know who he is. Who told you to let him in?!" The head of the Du family interrupted him and looked at Xie Mingshuo who had an innocent face.
He had seen this man while patrolling the streets. At that time, Mr. Meng was being driven out. He was curious to know the situation and learned that Mr. Meng often investigated the truth in the name of the newspaper, under the guise of "fighting against counterfeiting."
How many people whose counterfeiting was exposed hated him with gnashing teeth.
"Reporter Meng, you are not welcome here, please go back." The head of the Du family drove him away in a harsh tone.
Xie Mingshuo's expression remained unchanged as he walked away: "Sorry for bothering you."
"Wait," Patriarch Du stopped him, his eyes threatening. "Reporter Meng, you should know what you can and cannot write."
Xie Mingshuo: “…”
Is this guy crazy?
Although no one has guessed the "backers" of the Beijing newspaper so far, or even if they have guessed it, they will keep silent, but everyone with a discerning eye knows that the newspaper has a very strong backer and its reporters are not to be trifled with.
What gives this person the confidence to make such harsh remarks?
Xie Mingshuo's rebellious mentality suddenly came up, and his eyes did not flinch: "I only write what I should write."
"Reporter Meng, are you not going to think about this carefully?"
"Don't even think about it."
run!
After saying this, he ran straight to the gate of the courtyard without giving anyone a chance to react.
Patriarch Du was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and ordered, "Catch him!"
Running fast is a basic skill for a reporter. Xie Mingshuo quickly reached the gate of the yard, quickly pulled out the bolt, and slipped out of the yard.
This man was quite alert and did not forget to lock the door after returning home.
Because he wasted time removing the door bolt, Xie Mingshuo was caught up by the burly servant not long after he ran out of the door.
He who knows the times is a hero.
Facing the gloomy face of the Du family head, Xie Mingshuo smiled and changed his words: "Don't worry, I know how to write it."
"What I want is not to write."
"Okay, I won't write it."
Patriarch Du sneered: "I don't believe you."
"Then what do you say we should do?" Xie Mingshuo spread his hands helplessly.
Patriarch Du waved his hand and said, "Please come in and have a cup of tea."
The servants immediately surrounded and approached.
Xie Mingshuo knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. Although he knew a little bit of fighting skills, he was overestimating himself to fight against so many people. He also couldn't let anyone drag him in and beat him up or threaten him.
He reached into his bag, grabbed a handful of copper coins, and quickly threw them into the air.
Pick up money!
Taking advantage of the servant's distraction, he quickly broke through the defense and headed straight for the alley exit.
"Chase him!"
Xie Mingshuo ran while shouting for help, and every time he shouted, the head of the Du family frowned more.
In order to avoid damaging his reputation, he ordered his servants to shout "Catch the thief" so that nosy people would not interfere.
The voices of a group of people drowned out Xie Mingshuo, who was speechless. This person was even more shameless than him.
The shouts of "Catch the thief" grew louder and louder, alarming the neighbors and making passers-by stop and look.
Xie Mingshuo crossed the alley and finally reached the bustling street, still shouting, "Help! Someone's being beaten!"
Just as the servant behind him was grabbing his belt, a hand pushed Xie Mingshuo away and blocked the Du family servant.
"Boy, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business." The Du family servant looked fierce.
"How can you not obey the law under the feet of the emperor?" the visitor asked.
The head of the Du family stepped forward and said coldly, "He stole things from my family. He's a thief. Why are you still protecting him?"
"Then report it to the police."
“…”
Xie Mingshuo took a quick look and thought that this guy was really handsome, only slightly less handsome than himself. Judging from his words, he should be a good citizen who abides by the law. The push, pull and block he just did were quite neat, which showed that he had good fighting skills.
He wanted to make friends, so he patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Brother, what's your name?"
Lin Fan dodged and asked coldly, "Do you want to report to the police?"
“…”
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