The Lord who use immortals as food

"Didn't you go find the main clinic fee?" Pei Ye was surprised and reminded enthusiastically, "I got almost fifty taels of silver."

Yan Feiqing raised his head and looked at the young man who walked into the courtyard. He was silent for the first time and didn't know how to respond.

Then Pei Ye looked at him and fell silent. He frowned and said, "You don't want to ask me for it, do you?"

Yang Zhenbing stopped the sound of his sword at this time: "The kitten is back."

Pei Ye saw that Yan Feiqing didn't seem to have this idea, so he relaxed his expression and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, Brother Yang, I have an idea for the name of the hospital at the door - have you seen the new sword review in "Chang'an Swordsman"? Only the three of us can say it’s amazing.”

Yang Zhenbing put down his sword and walked over, stood beside Pei Ye, slowly extended his hands to the black cat, and waited with his palms in the air.

The black cat looked at him calmly, and he looked at the black cat expressionlessly.

"So I think the three of us can be called the 'Three Musketeers of the Tang Dynasty'." Pei Ye regained some of the feeling of reading story books when he was a child. "Brother Yan, you are the ninth in the Hefu Book, and Brother Yang is the tenth." Ninth, I’m not too far behind, so this courtyard might as well be called ‘Tang Sanjian’s Residence’.”

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There was silence in the courtyard.

Pei Ye picked up the black cat and placed it on Yang Zhenbing's palm: "Brother Yang, do you think it's okay?"

Yang Zhenbing's body tensed up, and he looked at his palm seriously without moving, "Okay."

Pei Ye smiled with satisfaction and looked at Yan Feiqing: "Since Brother Yan has no objection, come and inscribe it quickly. It was agreed last time."

Yan Feiqing was silent for a moment. Seeing that the situation was over, he said a little tiredly: "Write it yourself."

Pei Ye was not disappointed. He picked up the pen and ink and went outside the hospital to write seriously, tilting his head to admire his masterpiece.

Starting from today, Pei Ye spent two days in the sword academy in a regular and stable manner, practicing swordsmanship, listening to lessons, and practicing swordplay with Yang Zhenbing in the sword field. Of course, he could not avoid being asked by Wang Shousi, holding the sword review with his eyes narrowed, "Who is it?" "Opening the screen" and so on, and finally asked him casually if he had any other Shijianhui introductions.

When he met Ning Shuhong, he seriously told him that he must call her in next time he had such a murderous job.

Two days passed like this, and on the third day after Pei Ye finished her morning class, she received a short note from outside. Pei Ye took it and saw that the calligraphy was Xie Chuantang's and the seal was the seal of Jingzhao Mansion.

"Taiping Pier, there is some progress in the case, please come."

When Pei Ye returned to this dock, everything became orderly and bright. The policemen and clerks in official uniforms were busy moving around, and all kinds of things were classified and recorded, and then finally summarized in the house where the man in red was sitting.

Everyone knows that Master Di is about to be promoted, Lu Yugu has resigned from his official position, and the counterattack in the court is extremely fierce. When the case is over, it will be the time for Di Jiu to change from red to purple.

Pei Ye didn't even go in to say hello, and went straight down the pier to the warehouse by the river. Xie Chuantang was standing here, still in the same clothes, tall and tall, with a knife on his waist and a riding crop in his hand.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his head and said, "Since my arms are not ready yet, there is no need to rush over here."

"Stay and stay." Pei Ye looked at her, "Have you found that person?"

Xie Chuantang was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Master Di will talk about the matter of Huanlou later."

Pei Ye nodded: "Let's settle the case first and we'll get together later."

Xie Chuantang took a breath and pointed out: "Let's talk about the case: We checked and checked for two days, and we probably found a hidden line underneath."

"What?"

"It is rumored that the Taiping Cao Gang has an 'inner hall' with a small number of people, but all of them are powerful. They only take orders from Qiu Tianyu himself. We checked the number of people and the confessions, and found that there is indeed such an inner hall."

"But missing?"

"No, they all died in the crackdown that night, and half of them were killed by you." Xie Chuantang said, "We have traced the identities of these people, and many of them have no origin."

"Same as Qiu Tianyu. A master who appears suddenly."

"almost."

"That's the retired sergeant from the north."

"Master Di said the same thing."

"What do these people usually do?" Pei Ye asked keenly.

Xie Chuantang looked at him: "From the confessions of many people and our own verification, we found that such a person is not responsible for the 'Winter Prison'."

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"I don't even guard Qiu Tianyu with me, and I don't disperse to other halls to monitor."

"Them"

"Responsible for water transportation loading and unloading."

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Pei Ye suddenly understood.

Secretly running the Winter Prison, all the money gained was lost, so of course Qiu Tianyu's purpose in establishing the Taiping Cao Gang was the water transport itself.

It's so natural.

"What's wrong with the water transportation?" Pei Ye asked immediately.

"We have checked almost everything, and there is nothing unusual. The goods and the account books match up." Xie Chuantang shook his head and raised his hand to hand him a confession. "Until today, we finally found an insider."

Pei Ye looked down and saw that the ink was very fresh.

"Name."

"Zhang Ercai."

"age."

"Six out of forty today."

"Cattle worker?"

"Yes, sir. I live in Chang'anfang and have been working at the dock for almost six years. I usually have enough food and clothing here and the wages are paid quickly, so I have been working."

"Tell me, what did you see on the west bank of the pier that night?"

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Zhang Ercai has worked at Taiping Pier for five years and has never been disobedient.

If you are asked to work more, you will work more. If you are asked to be deducted, you will be deducted. His parents, wife and children are all counting on this hard labor money. Even if you search the huge Chang'an City, it is difficult to find an employer who pays so generously.

So when those cold-faced stewards with swords warned him not to approach the east and west banks, Zhang Ercai nodded repeatedly. He has been working silently on the south bank dock for five years and eight months, loading and unloading. Taiping Wharf is very large, and most of the boat workers, like him, only move around in this quarter of the area.

However, as one of the boat workers who has been there the longest, Zhang Ercai can't help but hear and see some rules.

The east bank is guarded very strictly, and no one is allowed to approach from a distance. From time to time, a tightly sealed carriage drives in, and then two wheels drive out gently. Very occasionally, he seems to hear faint crying inside, but the next moment he is kicked down and pointed at with a knife and told to get out. Another time, he heard someone holding up an official waist badge to show off, saying something like "Jinwu Guards".

The west bank was not forbidden to approach, but it was a narrow part of the Caohe River, and no boats stopped there, so naturally no one went there.

After working for four years, Zhang Ercai learned that a large ship would dock there late at night.

That was the first month he brought his neighbor Erlang to do this job. The young man in his early twenties, who had not finished studying and was not good at martial arts, usually followed those wanderers to hang out. Fortunately, he was still strong, so the neighbor asked him to lead a way out.

Who knew that he would make a mistake in the first month.