"Zhang Zhu, the strongman has been killed and retreated. Everyone can come out." Yang Qing walked back to the main room and said inside.
After a while, the door was opened, and Mr. Zhu and his family walked out tremblingly. When they saw the corpses on the ground, they were all frightened and panicked, sweating profusely. The two children even started crying, and their mother quickly hugged them into her arms and covered her eyes.
Yang Qingdao: "Zhang Zhu, I won't hide this from you. I am the new governor of Hanzhong. Today's strongman should be targeting me."
"Prefect?"
Yang Qing nodded and said, "Exactly."
Zhu Laozhang's family was shocked and quickly bowed down. Yang Qing stepped forward to help them up one by one: "The strongman has retreated. I would like to ask Brother Zhu to lead the way to the Mianzhu County Temple to report to the official. I wonder if Brother Zhu is willing?"
"It should, it should."
Zhu Laozhang said to his son again: "Dachuan, take the officials to the county seat."
Zhou Xing called two guards to follow Zhu Dachuan to Mianzhu. Because Zhu Dachuan could not ride a horse, one of the guards rode with him.
After the three of them left, Yang Qing ordered people to clean up the yard and went to the woodshed to interrogate the prisoner. After all, this was the first time he had been assassinated, and he urgently wanted to know who wanted to take his life. .
Since he became an official, although he has had disputes with others, they were all because of official matters and not mixed with personal grudges. Even if he had bad relations with various factions in the court, they were not to the level of a life-or-death feud. .
If it's not a conflict of interests, could it be a personal grudge? When it comes to sending dozens of people to take his own life, only certain tribes with such big surnames in Nanzhong have such big personal grievances. Many people died at their hands in the battle of Pingnan. It is reasonable for their families or tribesmen to want revenge.
It's just that all the tribes in Nanzhong have succumbed to the kindness and power of Prime Minister Zhuge. There should be no one who insists on revenge because of this matter. Besides, can the hands of the people in Nanzhong be so long as to reach Guanghan County?
It is unlikely that the culprit is someone from China, so naturally it is someone from another country. Is it Wei or Wu?
Yang Qing walked into the woodshed with doubts. A guard lit the oil lamp, and saw the only living person tied to the pillar with his head bowed silently.
Zhou Xing walked over and kicked him, but the man didn't react. He thought he was still unconscious, so he kicked him harder, but the man still didn't move.
At this time, everyone realized that the situation was different. Zhou Xing quickly raised the man's head and saw blood oozing from the corners of the man's mouth. He opened the man's mouth with both hands and took a closer look. It turned out that the man had bitten his tongue and committed suicide. .
"Your Majesty, this is all due to poor arrangements for your humble duties. Please punish me, Mr. Fu." Zhou Xing bent down and clasped his fists.
Yang Qing could not have imagined that this gangster would be so determined and committed suicide before even being interrogated. The killer was so ferocious that one could only imagine what kind of person he was behind it.
He looked the man up and down and waved his hand: "That's all, it's because we don't have enough manpower and are busy killing the enemy. No one is to blame for this. Since there are no survivors, we have to search these dead people. I hope they can Find some useful clues from them."
"Yes." Zhou Xing replied loudly.
He was now blaming himself. In order to make up for the losses, he personally searched for the killers, but until dawn, no one found any useful clues.
Although Yang Qing had some inferences and guesses based on the killer's clothing and appearance, there was no substantial evidence and he could not make any rash judgments.
When such a big event happened in the territory, Mianzhu County Magistrate Lu Yi rushed over with a group of officials and soldiers. As soon as he saw Yang Qing, he apologized first.
"There is such a huge evil happening in the territory, and I am completely unaware of it. It is my fault that Lord Yang is in danger. I will apologize here first. After I return to the city, I will write a letter to Lord He." Please forgive me."
He once served as the captain of Diancao in Yanfu and had lived in Chengdu for a long time. Of course he knew the importance of Yang Qing in Prime Minister Zhuge's heart.
Although he was transferred to Mianzhu County Magistrate not long ago and was not familiar with the affairs within the territory, he could not escape his responsibilities as the chief official of the county, so he was very respectful to Yang Qing.
"Well, the thief must have been targeting me since Chengdu. It can be considered that he has been planning for a long time. The surprise attack in Mianzhu County was also accidental. The head of Lv County cannot be blamed.
superior. Finally, I and others are safe and sound. Magistrate Lu should first go to appease the people of the village and deal with the aftermath. "Since he is not his direct subordinate, Yang Qing can't say much.
At this moment, several other families have gathered together. Last night they heard the sound of fighting coming from Zhu Laozhang's house, and they were so frightened that they closed the door tightly and did not dare to come out easily. Now at dawn, they have the courage to come over to see what happened. What's the matter?
While Yang Qing and others were calming the people, there were more than a dozen people holding sharp knives sitting in a remote valley more than ten miles away. They should have looked ferocious, but now their hair was disheveled, their clothes were torn, and they were in a state of embarrassment. Shocked.
"Qu Shuai, do you really not have to worry about your life falling into Yang Qing's hands?" Mr. Fan asked in a low voice.
Zhang Qushuai looked around and replied in a low voice: "Don't worry, your family members are all in the stronghold. My brother knows what to do if he is captured by the army."
"This puts me at ease." Mr. Fan glanced at him and thought that this guy was so cruel and he must be more careful in his actions in the future.
"Mr. Fan, what should I do next when things turn out like this?" Zhang Qushuai asked, breathing heavily.
"I don't know now. Let Qu Shuai take people back to the village first. I will contact Qu Shuai after I go back and report what happened last night to my master."
Zhang Qushuai said dissatisfiedly: "It's not okay for Mr. Fan to just leave like this. He hurt so many brothers from a certain family last night. Mr. Fan must have an explanation!"
statement? I also want to ask you for an explanation! He also patted his chest and said that his men were all smart, capable, and highly skilled in martial arts. Damn it, a sneak attack at night would be discovered. It would be a shame to retreat as soon as you encounter a strong enemy.
The task has not been completed, I have not asked you to settle the score, and you still dare to ask for compensation. How can a person be so shameless?
Of course, Mr. Fan only dared to say these words in his heart. These people are all desperadoes. Although they still obey his words now, if there is a dispute, there is no guarantee that these people will chop him into pieces together in this wilderness. , until then he didn’t even have a place to cry.
Therefore, Mr. Fan still endured his temper and said: "Don't worry, Commander Qu. The brothers are loyal to me, the Wei Dynasty. I, the Wei Dynasty, will never forget the loyal people. When I go back, I will make a payment for the brothers." Money is thought of as a consolation.”
"That's good, so that Zhang can give an explanation to his brothers' families when he returns to the mountain." Zhang Qushuai felt relieved after hearing this.
"In this case, Fan will take his leave first."
Zhang Qushuai stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Sir, walk slowly. I am waiting for your return in the village."
There is a small but remote and quiet house in the east city of Luocheng. Mr. Fan, who came back from a detour that night, quietly walked in from the side door.
"Dianxiao, I'm back." Mr. Fan said with a bow outside a room in the inner residence.
"Come in." A slightly older voice came from inside the house.
"How is the situation?" An old man in black robe sat on the mat, his back to Mr. Fan asked.
Mr. Fan lowered his head and said, "Excuse me, Dian Xiao, the operation failed."
"Tell me carefully." The old man was silent for a while, and then asked calmly.
