Chapter 87 Ouyang Bijin's Letter of Submission

Chapter 87 Ouyang Bijin's Letter of Submission
Ouyang Bijin came out of the door with the document signed by the Minister of War, with an expression of incredible shock on his face.

Pei Yuan held the stack of papers in his hand, not caring at all that the people in the sect would hear him, and directly taught Ouyang Bijin, "See? This is what we call ironclad evidence."

Ouyang Bi Jin looked back at the Minister of War in the door, and then at Pei Yuan who was in charge of all this. A feeling of invincibility and power was deeply imprinted in his heart.

He suddenly had a very servile urge.

So he unconsciously reminded Pei Yuan, "Sir, there are still a few pages on the last page that have not been processed."

Pei Yuan gave Ouyang Bijin an appreciative look.

sensible!

He returned to the room and woke up Song Chunniang.

Song Chunniang woke up in a daze. She was in a very bad condition and her body felt hot.

But there really isn't much time to waste.

Among them, Cheng Leixiang has the best kung fu, but his swords are long and can easily cause noise.

When it comes to doing the real dirty work, Song Chunniang has to be skilled.

The rain has stopped now, and when daybreak comes, maybe the people here will scatter.

It was too late for everything then.

Pei Yuan briefly explained this to Song Chunniang, then stared at Ouyang Bijin and said, "Help her identify the person and resolve the problem."

"Me? Me?" Ouyang Bijin shuddered with fear.

Just now he was just acting like a bootlicker of the powerful, and he didn't expect Pei Yuan to let him participate so deeply in the matter.

Ouyang Bijin felt regretful and upset.

However, Pei Yuan was determined to recruit him into the group, so how could he not let him show his loyalty?

"Don't worry, from now on, you are mine."

"It's too late now. Wait until the next exam. I will do my best to help you pass the imperial examination and enter the court as soon as possible."

"If you follow me and work hard, you will definitely benefit from it. I believe you will not doubt my ability, right?"

Ouyang Bijin didn't have much experience, and the scene of the Minister of War being captured was so shocking that he felt confused and complicated for a while.

He asked himself, with his abilities, the best he could do in this lifetime would probably be to become a minister.

But what good is it to be a Shangshu?

Isn't Captain Pei simply irresistible?
Thinking about it again, this group of people were arrogant criminals who first slaughtered people in the post station and dared to come to kill people openly. Ouyang Bijin could only stammer, "All, all are subject to your arrangement."

Pei Yuan raised his chin, and Ouyang Bijin led Song Chunniang out as if he had lost his parents.

Pei Yuan relaxed a little, leaning against the fire and dozing off for a while.

After a while, Song Chunniang came back.

This trip out made her shiver all over. Seeing Pei Yuan sleeping by the fire, who looked very warm, she curled up in Pei Yuan's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Ouyang Bijin sat outside the door for a long time with a pale face.

In his mind emerged the necks of people being strangled by Song Chunniang with thin ropes, the bodies being dragged away, and his own fingers being stretched out again and again.

He grabbed his head and wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to make any sound.

The cold outside the door seeped into his body bit by bit.

Ouyang Bijin hugged himself tightly, and for a moment, he looked at the fire inside through the crack in the door.

His mind was blankly wondering if he would feel warmer if he was closer to the criminals.

When Pei Yuan woke up again, he felt even more dizzy.

My body was burning hot, yet I was terribly cold.

Chen Toutie and Cheng Leixiang were talking quietly by the fire. Song Chunniang was wrapped in thick cotton armor and armor, with only her red face showing due to fever. Pei Yuan listened to the sound and asked Chen Toutie, "Is it raining outside again?"

Chen Toutie and Cheng Leixiang noticed that Pei Yuan had woken up, and both said, "It seems to be bigger than last night."

After Chen Toutie finished speaking, he coughed violently for a while, but Cheng Leixiang was in good condition.

Pei Yuan looked at Song Chunniang, "Is there anything that happened last night that has not been reported today?"

Song Chunniang was dazed and turned a deaf ear to Pei Yuan's words.

She had a high fever yesterday and had gone out to work, so her condition has gotten even worse.

Cheng Leixiang took the initiative to say, "I asked the scholar, he went out for a few laps and said that no one noticed at all."

Pei Yuan nodded and asked, "Where was the body thrown?"

Cheng Leixiang told him everything he knew, "The body was thrown into the yard, mixed with the people who died during the day. Unless you search through them one by one, you won't find anything."

"The sky cleared up for a while in the morning, and some people who didn't dare to stay left in a hurry."

"They didn't know each other, let alone who was missing."

Pei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "Are there many people leaving?"

Cheng Leixiang shook his head. "Not many. Many people are sick and can't leave even if they want to. If it rains like this for another day, I don't know how many people can survive."

Pei Yuan was almost exhausted, so he closed his eyes and silently reviewed what happened yesterday.

The raid on the post station with Yue Qingfeng was nothing more than a struggle for survival, there's nothing much to say.

Afterwards, Pei Yuan tried his best to erase the evidence of his crime and did almost everything he should do.

The only bad thing was that he offended Wang Chang, the Minister of War in Nanjing.

But Pei Yuan was not afraid at all.

Wang Chang had a good reputation in history, but that was the result of his painstaking efforts in the later period.

After Liu Jin's defeat in the middle of this year, Su Jin, the Deputy Director of the Ministry of Justice, and Zhou Qiyong, the Censor of Nanjing, fiercely impeached Wang Chang, regarding him as a vassal of Liu Jin's eunuch party.

We are all eunuchs.

Do you want to compete with me in terms of nobleness? Or do you want to compete with me in terms of background?
——The "capable minister who governs the country" has been cut into pieces for secretly keeping the imperial seal and intending to rebel.

——But Eunuch Gu is still alive!
Therefore, as long as Pei Yuan gets the confessions of everyone and makes tonight's incident an ironclad case, then the bloodbath at the post station will have nothing to do with Captain Pei.

Moreover, Captain Pei rushed to the scene within five minutes of the incident, and sorted out the case in detail and wrote the confession. Even if he did not make any contribution, he could still be praised for his diligence.

As for Wang Chang's desire to take revenge on Pei Yuan afterwards, that would be too difficult.

Pei Yuan was a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. If Wang Chang wanted to take revenge on him, he could only do so through the Factory Guard.

However, Wang Chang was already being hated by everyone in the literati circle because of his close ties with Liu Jin. He was now busy hiding from the imperial guards, so how could he have the energy to continue to get entangled with them?

So the two smart men, one daring to act recklessly and the other timid, directly stunned the fledgling Ouyang Xiucai.

Thinking of this, Pei Yuan asked, "Where is Mr. Ouyang?"

This is the Jinshi fetus that he likes. He is good at judging things, has a timid personality, and is very fierce when biting people.

Cheng Leixiang shouted loudly, "Ouyang!"

After a while, Ouyang Bijin came in trotting with an umbrella, "Here, here, here?"

Pei Yuan asked in confusion, "It's so cold outside, what are you doing?"

Ouyang Bijin answered carefully, "I'll go see if anyone is gossiping about it."

Ouyang Bijin slept in the house for a night and his mind was completely awakened.

The main thing is the part about silencing him later. He can't clear himself at all and now he is just a grasshopper on the same rope.

(End of this chapter)