The Record of Righteousness

In the 28th year of Taifeng, June 26th arrived as expected.

The night deepened.

The sky was covered by a thick gray cloth, and the light could not penetrate the gap. The waning moon could only barely maintain a hazy light.

Dark clouds gathered, a breeze rose, and the drizzle fell silently, hitting the tiles and making a crackling sound.

The wide bluestone road in front of the prefectural government office was trampled smooth, and tall stone lions stood on both sides.

The wheels of the carriage rolled on the stone road, and an endless stream of dignitaries passed through.

Their carriages were decorated with brocade, which made them look rich and powerful.

The entire government office was surrounded by heavy troops.

These soldiers wore red armor of the court, holding spears and a sword tied around their waists.

More than ten people gathered in a group, and there was a group every twenty steps, guarding layer by layer.

Even though the wealthy and powerful were the overlords in Jinan, they still seemed a little flustered under the pressure of cold weapons in this situation.

But they finally had to step into the dark government office.

On the streets around, the hawking of vendors and the whispers of pedestrians were suppressed by the solemn atmosphere, and the sounds seemed sporadic and distant.

A tall old man in gorgeous clothes got off the carriage, and the attendant beside him held an oil-paper umbrella.

His eyes passed through the rain curtain and looked at the government office swaying in the wind and rain, as if looking for something.

There was a bit of expectation and worry on his face, and the rain dripped along the edge of the umbrella, splashing water, and then it was calm.

It was Heba Yue.

Ouyang Shaoling, who was traveling with him, couldn't help but sigh as soon as he got off the carriage:

"What a magnificent government office."

Heba Yue stepped in with a smile on his face.

The tyrants in luxurious clothes all smiled flatteringly and greeted the former one by one.

Ouyang Cheng and Ouyang Hewu followed closely behind. In this solemn scene, they stopped playing and just followed their master closely.

. . .

At the same time, let's talk about Wan Qing.

He was wearing a blue military officer's robe and a black gauze hat. The patch in the middle was exquisite and unusual. Looking closely, he looked like a mighty and ferocious tiger.

Perhaps it was because Wan Qing had a bald chin without a beard.

In addition, there was a sinister and ruthless temperament between his eyebrows, and his every move was like a eunuch's demeanor.

The military officer's robe, which was so majestic and brave, looked very cold on Wan Qing.

He sat upright in his office, holding his bald chin, looking at those local tyrants, the emptiness in his eyes mixed with a few cunning.

A trace of ruthlessness was outlined at the corner of his mouth, and he narrowed his eyes.

"It's time."

Wan Qing slowly stood up, dressed in a bright official robe, and walked out of the office, strolling around.

The subordinates and soldiers he met all bowed their heads and greeted him.

In a blink of an eye, his figure arrived at the prison where serious criminals were held.

The prison of the government office was located in several courtyards at the southwest end, far away from the main hall where the gathering was held.

When the jailer in charge of the yamen prison saw the high official coming, he immediately put on a flattering smile and greeted him:

"Master Baihu is here, I didn't come to greet you, I hope you can forgive me."

"Master, you are condescending to come here, I wonder what you can do for me?"

Wan Qing did not enter the cell, but stood outside and watched. Looking at the dark entrance, he asked with concern:

"I came here in the name of the military supervisor to see those thieves and prisoners. Have they done anything wrong?"

The jailer bent down beside Wan Qing and smiled flatteringly:

"Master, don't worry, with me here, those thieves and prisoners dare not do anything, they are all very honest."

Wan Qing's usually gloomy face actually showed a smile at this time.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

"Tonight is the day when the military supervisor invites many powerful people. Military Supervisor Wang knows that the brothers have made great contributions and have worked very hard."

"I will ask my family to give each of the brothers an additional ten taels of silver, so that all of you brothers can go out and have some fun."

"General Fang's soldiers will take over the prison later, so you brothers will not have to bother."

After saying that, Wan Qing took out a heavy bag with hundreds of taels of silver in it.

Looking at the bag of silver, the head of the prison almost popped out his eyes, his face showed ecstasy, and he couldn't wait to take the silver.

"Thank you, sir!"

"The military supervisor is still considerate of us soldiers."

After taking the silver, the head of the prison asked his men to pass on the message and called down the jailers who were patrolling and standing guard.

When these jailers heard that the military supervisor had given them a few taels of silver each,

They were also allowed to go out and have fun tonight. Everyone was so happy that they couldn't stop smiling. They kept praising the military supervisor for being considerate and a great official.

The annual salary of these jailers was only seven or eight taels of silver. They could not leave their posts without the order of their superiors.

Now they heard that the military supervisor would give them ten taels of silver with a wave of his hand and let them go out to spend a night. Everyone was ecstatic and couldn't help themselves.

They were all smiling and thinking about which brothel or gambling house to go to tonight to play with money.

Wan Qing smiled strangely, patted the prison boss on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear:

"Take your brothers out through the side door in the south. If you go out through the main door, the other soldiers will be jealous."

"If you are questioned by the soldiers after you go out, just say that you are acting under the secret order of the military supervisor. Do you understand?"

The prison boss was an old hand who had been in the officialdom for many years. Now he understood it as soon as he heard it, and suddenly realized:

"Yes, I understand. Thank you for reminding me."

He looked at the unguarded prison, feeling a little uneasy and feeling uneasy, and then asked:

"I wonder when the soldiers you mentioned will come to garrison?"

"Why don't you wait until those soldiers come, and then take these brothers out?"

But Wan Qing was expressionless, staring at the cell leader with squinted eyes and said leisurely:

"The transfer of soldiers is a big deal. You have so many people under your command, Qiu Ba, and you see those soldiers coming to change. What if the secret is leaked?"

"This is a secret order from Lord Supervisor. How do you have the right to ask? Just obey the order. It's not good for you or me to ask too many questions."

"Yes, yes, the little one understands. Let's take them away."

After hearing this, the prison chief nodded repeatedly and did not dare to ask any further questions.

These are the matters of the big shots. Just follow the arrangements. Why bother?

The cell leader immediately thanked Wan Qing repeatedly, and then disappeared without a trace with his guards.

Wan Qing, who was standing there, looked at the dark and smelly prison and smiled mysteriously.

He strode toward the main hall of the Yamen.

And in this prison are He Jiancheng, Yang Shixiang, and Wan'an...

A storm is brewing in the sky and will soon sweep across the entire Shandong land.

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