Chapter 483 If We Can’t Reach an Agreement, We’ll Resort to Force

The tower is seven stories high and is located on the south bank of Chaohu Lake.

Rather than calling it a lake, it is better to say that it is an endless wetland.

Climbing the tower and looking into the distance, you can see the sparkling water surface, small islands scattered all over the place, and hundreds of birds flying over the sandbars, full of vitality everywhere.

Therefore, there are many tourists on Chaohu Tower, all of whom are idle people who climb up to enjoy the scenery.

After He Lingchuan climbed the tower, he frowned secretly:

Not only are there many tourists here, but there is also a teahouse on the fourth floor!

Tourists can drink tea, watch the scenery, listen to books and meet friends here. When they sit at the table, the cool breeze from the lake blows away half of the July heat.

Because it is comfortable, all ten tables here are full and there is no vacancy.

No wonder Mr. Mai is doing business with others here. The tourists and tea drinkers coming and going are the best cover.

He Lingchuan thought of what he had deciphered again.

It only mentioned the time and place, but did not mention the code for the connection.

In other words, Mr. Mai and the other party knew each other, and there was no need to identify them through code words.

This was troublesome, and he could not impersonate someone else.

And if the other party could not wait for Mr. Mai here, he would know that something had changed and would leave soon.

How could we accurately identify Mr. Mai's accomplices from so many tourists?

"Sir?" Baisha County Magistrate saw him staring at the scenery outside the tower for a long time.

"Are there always so many people in this tower?"

"Yes, this is one of the local attractions." Baisha County Magistrate thought he was in the mood for sightseeing, "The tea cakes in this teahouse are a must in our local area. Many people buy them back home as gifts."

"Let them add a table on the corridor, and we will have tea."

The shop owner really set up a square table for them on the outer corridor on the fourth floor of the pagoda and served them tea and fruit.

The tea cakes were good, but He Lingchuan preferred the dried sweet potatoes. These were peeled sweet potatoes, steamed and baked three times, and tasted sweet, soft, and chewy, which was very suitable for tea and chatting.

The magistrate of Baisha County was originally nervous when he came here, but when he saw that he was in a good mood and no longer made things difficult for him, he breathed a sigh of relief and became more attentive.

He Lingchuan had just arrived yesterday, so he must have given him a warning. Otherwise, this old official would have thought that he was young and could be bullied, and could pretend to obey but not obey.

But today, it was not appropriate to be harsh and harsh. With a little appeasement, the magistrate of Baisha County became more obedient, and would cooperate with him to do things well later.

These were all the ways He Chunhua often used to control his subordinates. He Lingchuan had been with him for many years and had a lot of experience.

Being an official, there are many ways.

Sitting here, the breeze was blowing on my face, and I looked around and felt relaxed.

Such a beautiful day, but there are always people in the world who want to let it down.

He Lingchuan sipped tea slowly, thinking about Fu Songhua, who was caught by Zhongsun Mou. How likely is he to be the real murderer?

However, I didn't hear about anything about Mr. Mai, and it seemed that this guy was still on the run.

If Fu Songhua was the mastermind, the deal on Chaohu Tower would be cancelled and would not go on.

If he was not, would Mr. Mai and the mastermind behind the scenes have fled? Then the deal on Chaohu Tower would not be possible.

Through it, this deal maintained by secret code was unnecessary, so why should he bother?

Well, is that really the case?

Occasionally, He Lingchuan looked up and saw the magnificent tower with fine stone carvings, which showed that it took a lot of manpower to build. But after being exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, a large piece of stone slab on top had fallen off, revealing the mud underneath.

He pointed upwards: "This is not very elegant."

The magistrate of Baisha looked up and said: "Oh, I wanted to send someone to repair it, but General Ling said he wanted to donate for repairs, but he has not moved yet, so it looks like this."

He Lingchuan stroked his chin: "It is a famous place with countless tourists every day. It is neither beautiful nor safe to leave it like this."

"Yes, yes." The magistrate of Baisha didn't know what he wanted to do, so he could only agree.

Isn't this special envoy too involved? He is so young and has so many things to do.

He Lingchuan just mentioned it casually, and did not go into details, and began to ask about the local customs.

When the atmosphere was finally getting harmonious, He Lingchuan mentioned it as if by accident: "By the way, what has the inspector been doing these days?"

"Is he trying a case?" The county magistrate thought for a while, "I heard that he turned down a lot of visits and banquets."

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Three days later, Zhongsun Mou was ready to set off to return north.

Someone outside asked to see him again, and he exhaled in annoyance.

The person came to deliver materials, a thick stack.

Zhongsun Mou signaled the guard to take it, and then said: "Don't come to me all the time, there are too many people and eyes."

"This is the last batch of materials. My master wishes you a safe journey."

Zhongsun Mou had no choice but to pile the materials on the desk and check them one by one.

Before returning to Lingxu City, he had to make sure that these accounts were tight and there could be no mistakes.

Fu Songhua was arrested six days ago. The safest way is to escort him to the north immediately to avoid more trouble.

But he can't.

He has to examine the evidence word by word here!

These evidences will be repeatedly checked by countless eyes after returning to Lingxu City, and may even be presented to the emperor. Just thinking about this, he feels a lot of pressure.

The people and evidence were brought back by Zhongsun Mou. He must make sure that everything is correct, otherwise...

His eyes were sore and he was about to ask someone to serve another cup of cassia seed tea, when suddenly the guard came to report:

"The prince's special envoy He Xiao and the Baisha County Magistrate want to see you!"

Zhongsun Mou's expression moved, the kid finally came.

This so-called prince's special envoy also came to Baisha, he knew it a long time ago, but he ignored it. As a result, the other party was also very patient and waited until now to find him.

Zhongsun Mou put the case away and walked back to the yard before saying, "Let him in."

He Lingchuan walked in, accompanied by a tiger, and behind him was the magistrate of Tian County.

"The view here is pretty good, you can see the lake from the window."

"I'm very busy." Zhongsun Mou neither greeted him nor gave him a good look, "What do you want?"

"I heard that Master Zhongsun has made a great contribution to arresting the murderer of the white-shouldered eagle messenger!" He Lingchuan said with a smile, "I have to come and see for myself."

This guy has been touring the mountains and rivers in Baishaqian for the past few days, so how can he "come here"? Zhongsun Mou said slightly: "Yes, the evidence of the crime is conclusive and the culprit has been arrested. The special envoy can go back and explain to the prince."

"Then I must ask, what is the identity of this murderer?" Even if Fu Songhua is not the real murderer of the messenger case, he must have some background. Otherwise, how can Lingxu City be convinced by Zhongsun's plan to push this man back to work on a mission?

If he dares to grab a random cat or dog and take his place, let's see how the emperor deals with him.

"Fu Songhua, a native of Tao, was promoted to be the commander-in-chief of the small capital under Hong Chenglue twelve years ago. He fought bravely. Ten years ago, he assassinated Zhang Guangyi, the governor of Lingxu Hezhou and then escaped. Hezhou was wanted for many years with no results, and it was not until six days ago that he was arrested here. ”

Hearing the name of an old acquaintance, He Lingchuan wondered: "I heard that he was an assassin in the past, how come he has become a craftsman now?"

Seeing that he still had the title of Prince's Special Envoy, and that he was standing on the soil of Chiyan Kingdom, Zhongsun Mou suppressed his impatience and said: "He was originally a special agent of Tao Kingdom, and it was also his duty to attack and kill Zhang Jishi. You don’t know that the death of Zhang Guangyi had a great influence on the royal court affairs in Lingxu City and directly changed the emperor’s decision-making. This time, Fu Songhua has been lurking for many years and takes action again to interfere with our army’s war on the Eastern Front. "

"Is he Mr. Mai's superior?"

"Exactly."

"How to verify?"

Zhongsun Mou couldn't help but laugh: "I have collected a complete set of evidence here, which is as solid as a mountain. Do I need to report it to you one by one, page by page?"

"That's okay." He Lingchuan glanced straight at the study, "That would be the best."

Zhong Sunmou suppressed his smile: "Okay, special envoy, please don't joke. The prisoner has confessed his crime and the file has been sealed and cannot be opened lightly. There is no point in staying here. Go back to Fushan Yue to announce the good news and receive the reward."

He Lingchuan also said seriously: "If the messenger surnamed Fu only wants to delay the information, then what is his intention of sending his subordinate Mr. Mai to kill monsters and obtain pearls all over Chiyan?"

"It's just to drive a wedge between the demon clan and the government, and to instigate trouble. This is what the craftsmen are doing. Otherwise, what would they do in their free time? If you stay in Bejia for a longer time, you will know that these guys are really pervasive, and they will try their best to cause trouble. "Zhongsun Mou said calmly, "Those beads are the materials for refining the red jade pill, and they will be reported to Lingxu City as evidence this time."

Red Jade Pill? Aren't pulp beads used to refine the elixir? He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: "Master Zhongsun solved a huge case in an understatement, which is amazing. But the prince wants me to interrogate the main criminal in person. Where is Fu Songhua?"

"Fu Songhua will be escorted back to Lingxu City for trial. From now on, it has nothing to do with you."

There seemed to be footsteps outside. There were many people. Zhongsun Mouli felt something was wrong and stepped back. The guard beside him immediately stepped forward and pressed the handle of the knife.

"If we can't agree, let's show our cards." He Lingchuan gave Jiao Yu a look, and the tiger suddenly roared!

The roar of the tiger shook ten miles, and more than a hundred people rushed in from outside the courtyard, surrounding Zhongsun Mou and others.

There was a crackling sound outside, which was the sound of thick boots stepping on the ground. Apparently there were many people waiting for orders.

A general strode in and saluted He Lingchuan: "Special Envoy!"

This is the Chiyan Kingdom's garrison thirty miles away from Baishaqiang. When Jiao Yu went out to do business, he seconded them here with his special envoy token.

Not many, only five hundred people were borrowed.

Fu Shanyue said at the beginning that the token could mobilize the army.

This is definitely not a joke.

The two sides were suddenly at war with each other. Magistrate Bai Shaqian stood right in the middle, sweating profusely: "Two adults, please speak carefully if you have anything to say!"

He couldn't afford to offend anyone, so why would he do this?

What bad luck did he get into that caused him to have such bad luck recently?

A side room opened the door, and two guards were alerted. They poked their heads out and were shocked when they saw the confrontation.

Zhongsun Mou said angrily: "Go back!"

The guard obeyed the order and closed the door, but a step too late, the tiger swooped forward and scratched the door panel with a scratch of his claws.

This is an inn, not a fortress wall. How can a wooden door have such high defense?

In the face of the tiger demon's three thousand kilograms of striking power, it was already a big honor even if it didn't break into pieces on the spot.