Chapter 117: Capturing Xia Jianghou
Chapter 117: Capturing Xia Jianghou
Arresting Xia Jianghou... Ma Yan's messy eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he asked:
"I need a reason."
Zhao Duan did not hesitate and started talking from the moment he was blocked by the other party on his way out this morning, all the way to Feng Ju's request for help.
The reason he said this was because he understood that Ma Dugong would not tolerate any sand in his eyes.
There is no way to hide it, and there is no need to hide it, so I'll just be honest.
"So, Marquis Xiajiang stood up for Princess Yunyang and wanted to use Feng Ju as a breakthrough to deal with you."
Ma Yan looked calm:
"You borrowed the Nine Halls' manpower just to rescue the kidnapped woman?"
"Yes." Zhao Duan admitted frankly.
"You just need to report to His Majesty. There is no need to make such a big fuss." Ma Yan said.
"But time doesn't wait." Zhao Duan said righteously:
"The governor should know that someone who can do such a taboo thing would not care about a woman's innocence."
Ma Yan glanced at him and said:
"You want to hold the other party's handle and don't want to let him go easily."
"Brother, you are wise!" Zhao Duan sighed:
"I can't hide my little thoughts from your discerning eyes."
"..." Ma Yan was unable to resist his flattery, sighed, and said:
"So, do you have solid evidence now? Although Xia Jianghou is behind the scenes and providing protection for the Red Flower Society, this is not enough to prove that any action of the Red Flower Society was ordered by him."
Zhao Duan said:
"The leader of the Red Flower Society has been thrown into the Imperial Prison. I believe the confession will be available soon."
"That is, not yet." Ma Yan stared at him sternly.
"...Not yet." Zhao Duan answered stiffly.
The room fell into silence.
Just when he sighed in his heart and thought that his plan might fail.
Ma Dugong, who was sitting behind the desk, suddenly raised his hand, pulled out a "warrant", or arrest warrant, from a pile of files at hand, and pushed it to him.
On the white paper was stamped a large red square seal of the governor of Zhaoya.
In the name column of the driver's license that conforms to the format, the three big characters "Xia Jiang Hou" are clearly written.
The arrest warrant was written in advance!
Zhao Duan looked up in surprise.
How did my cheap senior brother know that I was going to arrest Xia Jianghou?
Yes, it’s not surprising that he, who is in charge of the imperial court, got some news before me...
Ma Yan's stern face still showed no expression:
"In that case, go ahead."
"But...Mr. Meng hasn't spoken yet..." Zhao Duan opened his mouth.
"He will speak." Ma Yan glanced at him, "Won't he?"
Well done... I said that anyone who could hold the position of Governor could not be an upright person... Zhao Duan showed surprise.
He held the arrest warrant in his hand and said hesitantly:
"But I heard that Xia Jianghou's martial arts skills are not bad. We have few people in Lihua Hall. If he resists arrest..."
Ma Yan said: "Isn't that a good thing?"
Damn it...you are quite cruel, Old Ma...Zhao Duan was amazed.
If Xia Jianghou resisted arrest or even resorted to violence, he would be charged with a crime that would cost him his life.
However, Zhao Duan was still a little hesitant. He was better to be safe than sorry.
He still remembered Zhang Yanyi's warning of "bloody disaster".
If it comes true here, I’ll be doomed... Who knows if the "Divine Talisman" in my arms is reliable.
"Don't worry," Ma Yan seemed to see through his thoughts and said leisurely:
"He can't hurt you. Do you remember the arrangements when you took me to the Fraud Nine Hall a few days ago?"
Zhao Duan was stunned.
……
……
In the teahouse box.
Gradually dimming with the last ray of afterglow in the sky.
Inside the room, the dull and depressing atmosphere reached its peak.
"The tea is gone again. Do you want another one?" the plump scholar asked, picking up the empty teapot.
The middle-aged man in a bun head shook his head. He had been refilling this pot of tea over and over again for the entire afternoon, and it had lost its flavor.
"It's getting dark soon," Feng Ju sat there dejectedly with a gloomy face and bloodshot eyes.
He tried to sleep, but couldn't:
"I can't wait any longer."
As he was about to stand up, he was stopped by two friends:
"Where can you go at this time?"
"It's better to go anywhere than to wait in vain!" Feng Ju's face was slightly grim:
"At worst, I can go to the Marquis's house and ask him, beat the drum, and make a big fuss about it."
Crazy... The two looked at each other and knew that Feng Ju had somewhat lost his mind.
Just at this moment, there was a knock on the box door.
The plump scholar was stunned and went to open the door, only to see that the person standing outside was Feng Ju's coachman.
"Sir," the driver panted, holding an envelope in his hand:
"Lihuatang replied."
Feng Ju suddenly stood up, took a few steps forward, snatched the envelope, tore it open, and then froze.
There were three words written on the envelope: "Solved".
"This..." The two good friends also saw it and looked at each other in surprise.
The slightly plump scholar muttered:
"What does this mean? How did it get resolved? Could it be that Xia Jianghou has agreed to release her? Or has Lianlian been rescued?"
The middle-aged man in a bun head shook his head:
"How long has it been? Less than two hours at most. Is this a trick? Or is he pretending to appease us?"
time is too short.
They instinctively doubted this - of course, this was also due to their distrust of Zhao Duan.
Feng Ju was worried about gains and losses, and didn't know the specific situation. He thought about it and said:
"I'll go to the imperial court to take a look."
"inappropriate……"
While the three were discussing, suddenly, footsteps approached the stairwell again. It turned out to be a servant of the Feng family, panting:
"Master, Master, the young lady is back."
what? !
Feng Ju's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he stared at him:
"What did you say?"
The servant was startled and explained:
"Just now, a female lieutenant who claimed to be from Lihuatang escorted the young lady home.
It is said that under the order of Zhao Jisi, nine halls joined forces to rescue the young lady from the robbers in time. She is not seriously injured, but was locked up in the woodshed for a few hours. Now the kidnappers have all been thrown into jail..."
The Feng family is closer to this place than the imperial court, so the two pieces of news arrived almost at the same time.
The three of them were stunned.
The plump scholar and the middle-aged man in a bun hat looked at each other in surprise. They didn't expect that the vicious and cruel Envoy Zhao would be so reliable.
Moreover, with such great power, he could mobilize the entire imperial court...
Is this a power that a police officer can have?
Feng Ju was completely stunned.
Then I almost cried for joy. The pressure that had accumulated throughout the day suddenly relaxed, and I felt a mixture of emotions.
He didn't expect that Zhao Duan, who had only met him once and was using his relationship with him, would be willing to help him so much.
"Prepare the car. I want to go to the imperial court to thank Lord Zhao in person." Feng Ju said seriously.
The servant said:
"The female lieutenant surnamed Qian said that Lord Zhao might be busy in the evening, so it might not be appropriate for you to go now, sir."
Busy? What are you busy with?
Feng Ju and the other two looked at each other, and at the same time, a surprising guess emerged in their minds. …
……
At the same time, on the third floor of a restaurant in Beijing.
Princess Yunyang and Marquis Xiajiang were also admiring the sunset in the sky.
The two were having dinner, and the entire third floor was booked, with no outsiders allowed.
The evening breeze blows away the scorching heat of the dog days and brings a hint of coolness.
"With such a beautiful view, you should drink your glass to the full."
The marquis, with a dignified bearing, well-groomed beard and wearing silk clothes, held a jade wine cup in his hand, laughed loudly and looked at the woman opposite him.
Opposite the round table filled with delicious food and fine wine.
In the carved armchair.
A woman of outstanding appearance was sitting lazily.
Although Princess Yunyang was the empress's "aunt", she was born late, so she and the deceased old emperor were nominally "brother and sister", but in fact there was a big age difference between them.
In addition, she has been raised in a honey pot since she was a child, and has been pampered and well maintained.
Even though her son is that old now, she still looks young without a single wrinkle.
She especially likes red chiffon long skirts, which make her skin look fair and white, and her two long legs like white pythons seem able to crush people to death.
At this moment, her legs were crossed, with one beautiful foot exposed to the air, and only the tip of her toes was holding up the embroidered shoe, which was shaking.
"My Lord, just go and drink. Why are you telling me all this? Do you really want to get me drunk?"
Beneath her cloud-like hair, there was a lazy smile on her foxy face.
Xia Jianghou was so moved by the embroidered shoe that he reached out to catch it:
"The princess is a great wine lover. I'm afraid that even if the wine doesn't make you drunk, you will get drunk yourself..."
Princess Yunyang cleverly moved sideways to avoid the opponent's clutches, and said with a silly smile:
"The Marquis is drunk. It's getting dark, and I will be going back to the mansion soon."
Xia Jianghou's sneak attack failed, and he said helplessly:
"Princess, please reward me for one night. Don't worry, I will teach that Zhao a lesson and help the princess vent her anger."
Princess Yunyang pretended to be angry and said:
"The Marquis kept saying he wanted to teach him a lesson, but I didn't see him do it. Did he just stop his car this morning and let it go? He's still better than the Temple Secretary."
"Humph," Xia Jianghou said disdainfully:
"He Zheng is a timid guy, what does he count for? He is just a dog under the command of the Supreme Court."
As he said this, he smiled and said:
"Princess, don't be anxious. I have already arranged for someone to do the job. I will definitely teach Zhao Duan a lesson he will never forget."
"Oh? Don't keep me in suspense. Tell me more." Princess Yunyang asked curiously.
Xia Jianghou was indeed a little drunk, and since there was no one around, he wanted to show off in front of the beauty, so he said:
"I secretly sent someone to seize the evidence and threaten Feng Ju, the head of the Ministry of Personnel.
Oh, this man was deceived by Zhao Duan and falsely accused Li Yanfu. Now, as long as he is willing to change his words and overturn the case... then the man surnamed Zhao will not be able to escape responsibility."
Princess Yunyang was slightly surprised:
"You actually want to make a fuss about this? If so, Zhao Duan will face more than just a lesson. Even if my niece protects him, he will have to give an explanation to the court officials."
Xia Jianghou could tell there was not much joy in her tone, and he suddenly felt unhappy:
"Princess, are you unhappy? Do you think I'm too harsh?"
He suddenly snorted coldly, pressed the wine cup heavily on the table, and said:
"Could it be that the princess saw that handsome young man and felt a desire to 'tenderly cherish a beautiful woman'?"
Given his understanding of Princess Yunyang, he couldn't help but make such speculation.
After all, the eldest princess was notoriously indifferent to her husband and son.
Revenge on Zhao Duan may be more out of the desire to save face.
Princess Yunyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, and said with a helpless look in her eyes:
"You are such an adult, why are you still jealous of a young man? I am just worried about my niece. If you go too far and really anger my niece, it will not end well."
Xia Jianghou didn't care much:
"I am just following the flow of things. Once it is done, others will help."
Princess Yunyang's eyes flickered, and she vaguely heard the hidden meaning:
"You mean..."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard on the stairs, interrupting their conversation.
The servant of the Marquis' Mansion who was guarding downstairs reported:
"Master Hou, something happened."
Xia Jianghou frowned and glanced at the princess.
After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and walked aside to listen to the servant's whispered report:
"The Red Flower Society sent a message saying that all the gangs in the city were raided by the imperial court, Feng Lianlian was rescued, and 'Mr. Meng' was also captured."
This actually happened... Xia Jianghou suddenly sobered up half way from his drunkenness.
After a few more detailed questions, his face turned ugly.
"When did it happen?" Princess Yunyang asked curiously.
Xia Jianghou waved his hand, dismissed the servant, and walked back with a sullen face:
"Something went wrong, and Feng Ju might have asked Zhao for help."
After a little thought, he guessed the general idea.
Only this possibility can explain the actions of the imperial court.
This was beyond his expectations.
Before taking action, he carefully checked Zhao Duan's character and his relationship with Feng Ju.
In his opinion, there was no basis of trust between the two. Even if Feng Ju really dared to go looking for him, with the Red Flower Society's means, it would be impossible for the government to track him down in a short time.
After getting the news, he could easily kill Feng Lianlian and dump her body.
"How did Zhao do it? Even if he guessed that I used people from the Red Flower Society, how could he command the entire imperial court?"
Xia Jianghou picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
Although he was stunned, he was not too panicked.
With his caution, he had already made a series of arrangements to escape punishment for kidnapping the officials' family members.
Even if "Mr. Meng" couldn't stand the torture, it would only cause him some trouble at most.
Not fatal.
The most important thing is that with the power of Zhao Duan’s district law enforcement department, he could not do anything to him.
At most, the blame can be put on the Red Flower Society.
Could it be that the man named Zhao really dared to defy the law and come to arrest him without following the procedures?
That would be equivalent to actively handing him the handle.
"So, your method failed?"
Princess Yunyang asked, her tone neither happy nor sad, as if she was simply curious.
Xia Jianghou said calmly:
"It's just a minor accident. Keep drinking. Princess, don't worry. Zhao Duan can't get away..."
Deng Deng...
The sound of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell again, interrupting the two of them.
Xia Jianghou looked angry and glanced coldly at the stairs:
"What are you doing here again?"
The servant had an unpleasant expression on his face and opened his mouth, indicating "private chat".
Xia Jianghou threw the wine cup in anger and said:
"Say it directly!"
The servant had no choice but to say:
"My Lord, this is bad. The person we sent out to follow us reported back that Zhao Duan led a group of officials and rushed straight here. It seems that they are coming for you!"
"Snapped!"
The wine cup rolled twice on the table, broke into pieces on the ground, and the remaining wine splashed everywhere.
Xia Jianghou stood up suddenly and stared at the other party in disbelief, as if he was digesting the news.
opposite.
The embroidered shoes that were swinging under the red skirt also stopped swaying.
Under her thick black hair, Princess Yunyang's noble face also showed surprise.
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(End of this chapter)