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Volume One One Hundred and Forty Zhaoxue

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    One hundred and forty Zhaoxue

    The wood in the fireplace was crackling and burning, and a fresh aroma lingered in the room, which was full of warmth.

    Standing respectfully, Nanmuhe reported to the person in front of him: "This is the progress of the investigation in the past few days."

    Bai Wusha, the general governor of Dongling Guard, was lying on a soft couch cushioned with thick animal furs. His thin body seemed to have sunk into the pile of furs.  He looked through the thick stack of case files and said calmly: "In other words, there is no conclusive evidence to prove that Meng Ju is the murderer of Ye Canan and the Yinghou of the Southern Tang Dynasty?"

    "Yes, Chief. However, we also have no conclusive evidence to prove that he is indeed innocent."

    Bai Wusha nodded slightly. He squinted his eyes and looked at the flying snow outside the window. His expression was a little desolate and he didn't speak for a long time.

    Looking at Bai Wusha's handsome profile, Nanmu He held his breath. He knew that in another moment, the words spoken from the mouth in front of him would determine the life or death of the young inspector from the frontier.

    "Nanmu, please put the case file here first. I'll take a look at it later."

    Nanmu was slightly surprised.  He was used to Bai Wusha's decisiveness in killing as he pleased, and he rarely hesitated.  Even if there were dozens or hundreds of lives, the man in front of him could still order them to be killed without any emotion.  Although Meng Ju was an inspector, there were countless princes and ministers executed under Bai Wusha's orders. In comparison, what was a mere sixth-grade official?

    As if he had guessed Nan Muhe's psychology, Bai Wusha said with emotion: "Meng Ju is so special. A traitor is as loyal as a loyal one, or is a loyal traitor as a traitor? Is he killing a loyal person by mistake, or is he indulging in treachery? Alas  Nanmu, you go down first, I¡¯ll think about it later.¡±

    Nanmu He bowed slightly and accepted the order to exit.  Looking at the white snow in the foothills of the wind and snow, he seemed to realize something: Dongling Guard has never been merciful, and as Bai Wusha, the head of Dongling Guard Town, he did not need evidence to kill someone.

    However, in the sixth-grade little inspector who was born as a commoner and was relegated to the frontier fortress, in his young and troubled life, there is a certain shining quality that makes people very sympathetic and emotional - I am afraid it is also this simple and turbulent life.  The simple heart of loyalty moved the cold Bai Wusha, and he couldn't bear to do it, right?

    The room was very quiet, with Jiumei's splash-ink landscape paintings hanging on the walls, the sound of gurgling water in the courtyard in front of the door, and the strong scent of sandalwood in the air.

    There is a chess table placed on the large soft couch, and two men in wide robes and long sleeves are playing chess. The two men are staring at the black and white chessboard on the chess table with focused expressions.

    Both men are handsome, but their temperaments are completely different.  There is a man with a delicate appearance and a thin figure. He is lying comfortably on the couch, with his head propped up on his elbows. He has a light eyebrow and a gentle smile. He looks kind and weak, and has the temperament of a hermit who is wandering around.

    The other person has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, with clear facial features, sharp eyes, and firm eyebrows.  He sat cross-legged, but his waist was straight, giving people a feeling of steel-like will and unshakable determination, and his whole body exuded an aggressive aura.

    "Wu Sha, I haven't seen you for so long, but you still haven't shown any improvement in your bad chess skills. I want to take over the northwest corner!"

    The handsome man smiled and shook his head: "Why do I need to improve? With today's chess skills, you are more than enough to deal with Young Master Ye! Young Master Ye, you should worry about your dragon first!"

    "Want to slay my dragon? Wusha, aren't you afraid of chipping your teeth?"

    The two of them were quarreling with each other, but they were both frowning and sweating on their foreheads. It was obvious that the chess game had reached the most critical moment.

    A chess boy from the Ye family was serving at the bottom. He watched carefully, with a serious and nervous expression. From time to time he exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah, this move", "Huh? It's really wonderful!"

    The chess boy's eyebrows danced, moved by the wonderful game in front of him - in fact, he almost burst out laughing: Mr. Ye and Mr. Bai of Dongling Guard, the two of them were shouting loudly, as if the chess saint was reincarnated,  But the real chess power is - don't talk about yourself, even if you find a random person on Luojing Street, you can beat the shit out of these two people!

    How can there be such a chess game in the world?  The northwest corner is full of black and white chess pieces, but there are no chess pieces in other places.  These two people are not playing Go at all, they are just fighting and killing each other for fun - but, having said that, one is the head of the Ye family and the other is the head of Dongling Wei Town. How dare you beat these two in the world?  There are really not many people who are bad at chess.

    After a fierce fight, the chessboard was filled with black and white chess pieces. Bai Wusha and Ye Jianxin were both relieved.  The two of them didn't know what they were planning, so they just ordered the chess boy to clear up the chess board and leave it.

    The maid came in and brought two clean white towels. Ye Jianxin wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.??: "I'm still excited to play chess with you! The chess masters at home are playing softly, moving here and there, and it's boring. By the way, you haven't come to see me for a long time. What gust of wind brought you here today?  ?¡±

    Bai Wusha slowly wiped his hands with a white cloth. He said calmly: "I heard that you came back from Dongping. I came to take a look. Mr. Ye, I am also very sad that your wife is gone. I hope you can express your condolences and don't do anything.  Too sad"

    "Oh, I got it - if you really want to express your condolences to me, can you come and play chess with me every day from now on?"

    Bai Wusha squinted at the opponent for a while, shook his head and smiled: "Forget it, if I play too many bad chess games with you, my life will be ruined."

    He was secretly surprised.  The only daughter died, but Ye Jianxin could still play chess, chat and joke like a normal person - I knew this guy was cold, but he turned out to be so ruthless. Is this person's blood cold?

    "Besides my condolences, I have something else I want to talk to you about. Recently, we have heard some rumors about your beloved's death. Mr. Ye, you have been to Dongping Jing'an in person. I wonder what you heard there.  Wind?"

    "Huh?" Ye Jianxin raised his eyebrows when he heard that it was related to the death of Ye Jianan: "What rumors?"

    "Some people say that Meng Ju was responsible for the murder of Ye Canaan."

    "Meng Ju killed Ye Canan?" Ye Jianxin laughed dumbly: "How is this possible?"

    "Someone has given us very definite evidence, saying that Meng Ju plotted to kill Governor Ye Jianan, and now the General Administration is planning to start an investigation Mr. Ye, you have been to Dongping in person. I wonder if you have heard about this.  News?"

    Ye Jianxin moved slightly.  He thought for a moment and shook his head firmly: "There must be a mistake. I have personally met Meng Ju, and our people have also learned from some witnesses present. They made it very clear that this matter has nothing to do with Meng Ju."

    "It's possible that Meng Ju is lying. The people present are also Meng Ju's subordinates. Will they join forces to lie?"

    "It's impossible - no one can lie to our Ye family."

    Ye Jianxin said calmly, with strong confidence in his plain tone: "Our Ye family's spiritual meditators were present during the questioning. They can tell the truth or lies."

    "According to your opinion, Meng Ju can't be the murderer of Ye Canan?"

    "Absolutely impossible - where did the rumor come from? Why didn't I hear it in Jing'an?"

    Bai Wusha smiled and said: "Since Mr. Ye is so sure, it seems to be just a rumor spread by boring people, so I don't need to pay attention to it. Come, let's play another game of chess."

    The dark cell, the dim oil lamps in the corridor, the rough wooden railings, the weird smell lingering in the air, the groans and screams coming from nowhere - all the dark prisons in the world seem to be similar to this.

    Meng Ju was lying on a pile of straw, staring at the impenetrable darkness in front of him, lost in thought for a long time.

    Although he was imprisoned, his environment was not too bad.  Perhaps it was out of consideration for his former colleague's status, or more likely because he was afraid that he would collude in confession. Compared with those unlucky guys who had more than a dozen people crowded into the same cell, Meng Ju was able to enjoy the care of living in a separate cell.

    Meng Ju was not too surprised when his identity was exposed and he was arrested - he had long expected this day to come from the day he became the Yinghou of the Southern Tang Dynasty.  But he never imagined that he would be exposed for murdering Ye Canaan!

    It¡¯s so ridiculous!

    The moment he heard Xiao Rufeng read out the arrest warrant, Meng Ju¡¯s first feeling was not fear or surprise, but strong indignation and rage: Is there any justice in this world?  A crooked attack can actually hit the target!

    For several days, he cursed loudly and freely at the criminal officers who brought him to trial.  Looking at the angry and helpless faces of the interrogators, he laughed.

    ¡°Then, as if he was afraid of being scolded by him, no one from the General Administration came to interrogate him anymore, so Meng Ju could only count straws day after day to kill the boredom.

    The sun could not be seen in the dark prison, and Meng Ju did not know how long he had been imprisoned.  He only knew that the dark prison had sent him meals fifteen times.  After doing nothing all day, Meng Ju began to miss the interrogators who were scolded and ran away.

    He secretly made up his mind that if the General Administration interrogates him next time, he will definitely not scold him again. It would be a good idea to trick them into chatting with him - or, if he has been exposed and there is no way to escape anyway, he will simply confess.  The final word?  A quick beheading is better than dying of mold in a dark prison.

    While he was thinking wildly, he heard the sound of footsteps on the corridor, and a group of people walked in holding torches.  Meng Ju didn't care either. Unexpectedly, the group of people stopped directly in front of his door.There was the sound of the metal unlocking and the cell door opening. Several people walked in, and the light of the torches dazzled Meng Ju's eyes.

    "Xiao Rufeng, you bastard, you are lucky, I will give you a fortune, I accept it! I am not only a Yinghou, but also a dignified Yingyang Colonel! Get me something delicious, I can do anything  I told you!"

    With these words on his lips, Meng Jugang cursed: "Xiao Rufeng, you bastard"

    He suddenly stopped talking: the people standing in front of him were not the interrogators from the Intelligence Agency who came for interrogation before, but a few unfamiliar officers with great momentum. Among them, Meng Ju recognized Nan Muhe.

    Seeing Meng Ju swearing, the officers looked a little embarrassed, but a middle-aged man with fine features remained calm. He walked up to Meng Ju calmly and said gently: "Inspector Meng, the General Administration has found out the truth. You  He was wrongly accused. Congratulations on redressing your injustice, and welcome you back to the team."
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