Chapter 56

Outside the quiet window, some green bamboo shadows swung slowly in the breeze. After passing by his own decoration last time, the room became clean and clear. The entire Dali Temple with a vermilion roof is majestic and spectacular.

On one side, he was dirty and bright official robe, and the oily wine and food were very ugly. Fortunately, he brought some light tea leaves, and he held a blue and white porcelain cup alone, drinking water in front of the view outside the window.

The white clouds in the sky change like old cows and dogs, always turning in shape, sometimes like horses galloping, sometimes like soldiers and generals in the Heavenly Palace fighting and fighting, sometimes gathering into groups, nothing is it.

Xu Yunmu was wearing a thin linen and white coat, standing alone in his room drinking tea. He didn't have to think about it, and he knew that there must be a stumble in the dungeon. How surprised was to see the mighty Song Sicheng locked in the dungeon like a dead dog.

People are already in a cold mind, who cares about whom he will do...

Time passed by little, and no one could be as if nothing had happened at this moment. Chief Chen, Wang Aisi, these two right-hand men, and his father, the beautiful and intelligent fairy sister, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, playing the greatest role.

If a person decides his destiny at the hands of others, even if he is full of plans, he will inevitably be uneasy.

The Dali Temple is very quiet now. There is no hustle and bustle of the past. People outside cannot get in, and those who want to get out cannot get out. After waiting for a while, I saw that an hour had passed. I waited for the exhausted Master Chen, who had already been exhausted, was as tired as a dog. He stuck out his tongue and gasped, his clothes were wet and sweating. When he walked, his legs were trembling. He ran into the yard from outside half walking and half crawling.

Seeing that he was almost at the door, he fell down a dog and chewed mud with a thud, but he was as exhausted as a lazy pig. He was so breathless that he crawled on the ground and shouted: Oh, oh, I'm afraid I'm going to be exhausted.

Xu Yunmu hurriedly brought him a pot of cold water, took it out and squatted down and handed it to him. He saw that Master Chen's face was gone, red and purple, and he couldn't change his exhaustion. He stuck out his tongue and gasped. As soon as he saw the water coming, he whimpered and whispered to the kettle with a whimper.

Xu Yunmu carried the kettle and watered his face covered with water. He finished drinking half of the pot of water.

At least, the head of Chen saved his life. He lay on the soil with all his might and began to complain: Our old Chen is working all the way, and I almost vomited out the bumpy ones. As soon as I entered the house, he almost jumped up when he talked to the old tutor.

Xu Yunmu patted his chest and said: What did he say after that?

Commander Chen rolled his eyes and said in a strange voice: The old tutor jumped off the chair on the spot. He didn't say anything else, he just said that you were a beast.

Xu Yunmu was stunned when he heard this and hurriedly said: What?

Chief Chen finally stopped sticking out his tongue and said as if he was a personal person: Then the tutor quickly asked someone to prepare a carriage, as if he had entered the palace directly.

Xu Yunmu said oh without a word, and suddenly his expression lit up, and he said with anticipation in his eyes: Haven’t you seen any special person?

Master Chen tilted his head and thought about it half-deadly, and suddenly shouted: By the way, our old Chen noticed that there was a girl drinking tea with the Grand Tutor at that time. She was right by her side. She looked so beautiful, not worse than our Goddess Mengni!

Xu Yunmu stood up and smiled and said: That must be the fairy sister.

Director Chen was on the ground and had no strength to get up, and said with great comfort: The Dali Temple is at least ten miles away from the master's house. Old Chen, I, rode all the way through the horse. As soon as I left the door, I headed straight to the door of the old Wangba's house. After a while, I saw Wang Er's servant pounced over, and then I came back to report the situation in a hurry, and tossed me back and forth for dozens of miles.

Xu Yunmu said: It’s not in vain to suffer a loss. I can’t say that after the old man came out of the palace, he would run straight to us. The good show has just begun.

Master Chen was so tired that he said: My master, this is not a drama, it is a matter of life. If it weren't for glory and wealth, who would be willing to gamble on his wealth and life to do it?

Xu Yunmu pulled him up and said: Now everything is done, and I am idle. Take advantage of this time and go to the dungeon to list a crime of disrespect for the old turtle.

Chief Chen's eyes were floating with a thief, and he said with a smart nature: This is good, our old Chen is best at doing this.

Xu Yunmu said: Take all the paper, pen and ink with me. I thought that all the charges are small, only the crime of disrespect. Once you admit it, you will be doomed.

Chief Chen said proudly: Not to mention that the old turtle is covered in black, he is just a pure and innocent person. Old Chen can also pour dirty water on him.

Xu Yunmu was confident and had deep confidence in the people of Dali Temple. The two of them were proud and went into the dungeon.

Then I came back to my hometown, and it was still filthy and dirty. The blue lights in the dungeon were bleak, but now there was no one shouting for justice.

In a long dark corridor, the walls on both sides were covered with dry blood. In the gust of wind, Xu Yunmu felt a little cold in linen white clothes. Master Chen was different. He had been angry with Song Sicheng for many years, and he had fantasized in his mind that many times this day had been gone. He must show off his skills and use any torture.

The two yamen runners behind were carrying wooden plates, with brushes and inkstones on them, and a piece of white paper, densely listing various crimes. The ink paste on the paper was red and fishy, ​​and the long figure dragged on the ground was very dark.

Xu Yunmu, who was proud all the way, almost laughed out loud, and he could make a fuss in his mind. No matter how clever your tongue was, you would not obey. When you came here, you would be charged with your head, and the King of Heaven could only stare at him.

The place where Song Sicheng was detained was dirty and smelly. The ground was covered with thatch and tied to the wall with iron chains. The green-clothed yamen runner who was drinking small wine was very happy. The cage showed its majesty and could make people feel cool at a glance.

The soldering iron inserted in the fire was burned red. Xu Yunmu stepped into the cage and looked at Song Sicheng, who was in a down-and-out manner, and said with a sigh: This is really impermanence in life, it is all in the play.

Song Sicheng was most familiar with the process of his family. Seeing that the yamen runners were carrying pens, ink, paper and inkstones behind him, he saw that he wanted to confess himself. His old face turned aside and said viciously: Boy, you want to force grandpa to confess, but you really found the wrong person!

Chief Chen laughed and said: The master is now in the cage. Whether you recognize him or not is not your final decision.

Xu Yunmu Du walked to the stove, picked up the soldering iron and poked it in the charcoal fire, blushing and said: Old brother, why are you doing this?

Song Sicheng spat and shouted and cursed: You little thief, you have never seen any grandpa. If you have the ability, you can use it for your grandpa.

Xu Yunmu pulled out the soldering iron and saw that it was as red as iron. He was originally wearing thin clothes, but when he stood by the fire, his whole body was hot and he felt extremely comfortable: This is the former, Song Sicheng invited me to have a meal and enjoyment. Today it is embarrassing. I want to ask you, you have been a temple minister for many years. What kind of tragic torture in Dali Temple? Have you never used it for others?

Song Sicheng gritted his teeth and said hard: Don’t talk nonsense, I want your grandfather to pretend, you dream.

Xu Yunmu came in with a soldering iron and said lightly: We don’t need to talk nonsense. When you were drunk two years ago, you said in your room that Dali Temple belongs to you, and the emperor must stand aside. This crime is not considered slandering you, right?

Song Sicheng stared at him and said in a flash: You little beast, you want to pour dirty water on me, you dream of you!

Chief Chen smiled treacherously and came over proudly and said: Let me, Old Chen, say it, it’s okay if the old Sicheng’s body is really worthless. I can’t control the stubbornness here, but Wang Aishi has now broken into Sicheng’s house. Think about it, your family has billions of silver, your wife and concubines are everywhere, and there is an only daughter. What can you do with a beast-like person, Wang Aishi?

Song Sicheng was angry and cursed: Three dog thieves, grandpa would rather die than attack!

Chief Chen laughed and said: It’s useless whether you move or not. If you are a little later, maybe Wang Er can’t control himself and bring your wife and daughter to the bed, and ask if you agree or not?

Song Sicheng cursed loudly, and his voice shook the dungeon, making others frightened.

Xu Yunmu was playing with the iron: I said to Song Sicheng, you can't let yourself do it now. I remember your old love for treating me to dinner, and I honestly confessed that you will only let you suffer whether you cut or cut. If you delay, it will be more than just Prime Minister Sun who can't save you. I'm afraid that your wives, concubines and daughters will be made into camp prostitutes. By then, even if you die, you will have no shame to see your ancestors.

Chief Chen reached out to take over the crime and said, "Old Temple Chief, please do it now."