frightfiction Chapter 544 Lin Yuelou
Chapter 544 Lin Yuelou
"She's not just my woman, she's my subordinate. He's slapping me in the face!" He Tianxia sat down with a dark face, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Zhao Guangjun narrowed his eyes and said with a half-smile, "Then let's fight back. Lord He isn't without people. If you need help, just ask. I may not have much else, but I have plenty of women."
He Tianxia paused, his eagle eyes lowered slightly, "No need for Your Highness to trouble yourself, this is my duty, I will handle it myself."
"Hahaha! That's excellent." Zhao Guangjun laughed heartily, his well-defined chin quite beautiful. "Oh, by the way, could you help me with Li Changfeng's matter in the Ministry of War? After all, I took in his sister, so I should at least do him some favor."
"I understand." He Tianxia's expression remained unchanged as he chuckled, "Your Highness should still take good care of your health and not let these vixens drain your body."
"Oh, that's just my taste. Don't worry about me, I'm leaving!" Zhao Guangjun, with his arms around two songstresses, swaggered away.
He Tianxia's face turned cold, and he whispered into the shadows, "Tell Qinglan to come see me! Also, have another batch of people sent down from the mountain to replenish our forces!"
"Yes!" The dark figure fell down and asked, "Qingwei's child is outstanding. Where does the leader want him to go?"
"Let's go to the top-tier class! After all, he's my offspring, we can't let him go to waste."
"Yes."
Half a month later, in Youzhou City, Lin Er held the letter, his eyes wide with shock! He had already given up on the Qinglan Sect strongholds that Liu Yumei had mentioned, since they had yielded nothing. Yet now a secret letter had arrived. He suddenly stood up and shouted, "Someone, go and inform Magistrate Song and Lord Zhang to come to the camp immediately!"
"Yes." The guard rode off.
In the mansion, Song Qing, listless and with graying temples, sat on a reclining chair in the pavilion, watching the autumn colors. A chill was rising, and the grass in the yard was withered and yellow, making him feel even more distressed. The pain of losing his daughter was so heavy that he could hardly breathe. His old wife was also seriously ill, so he dared not fall ill, as she needed someone to take care of her. His betrothed son-in-law was nowhere to be seen, and both families were grieving.
"Lord Song! Mr. Lin from the military camp wants you to go to the General's Mansion. He says he has important matters to discuss!"
"What?" Song Qing suddenly perked up, as if he had been given a tonic, and his whole body became energetic. "Quickly, prepare the horses! I'm going to see the Madam!"
Taking advantage of the servant leading the horse, Song Qing lifted his robe and ran into the room. He whispered in his half-asleep wife's ear, "My lady, there's news about our daughter's cause of death. I'll go and find out right now and clear her name. Don't worry."
Madam Song, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Yes, husband, please be careful."
Song Qing stroked his wife's silver hair, nodded heavily, and rode his horse out of the mansion.
At the general's mansion, Zhang Biao looked at the secret letter from Lin Er in disbelief.
"Lin Yuelou, that's impossible. We go out for drinks every few days, and we haven't noticed anything unusual."
"What? At Lin Yue Lou?" Song Qing, who had just arrived, asked breathlessly, his silver hair covered in sweat.
"Take a look." Zhang Biao handed it over directly. Lin Er moved his mouth but didn't stop him. After spending so many days together, everyone knew what kind of person Lord Song was. He was an extremely honest and upright official. His mansion was so big, yet he only had five old servants. With his daughter gone, it was like the sky had fallen.
"Outrageous! They're all beasts, utterly devoid of conscience! General Wang, let's go and rescue them quickly!" Song Qing rushed forward anxiously, his face flushed red and his eyes bloodshot.
Wang Erniu stepped forward, took his hand, and reassured him, "Old Song, have some water first, no rush! Let's figure out what's going on!"
"Yes." Lin Er stepped forward and handed him water. "This restaurant belongs to Lord Zhang, and behind Lord Zhang are the government. We don't know if he is colluding with the thieves. Without solid evidence, we cannot act rashly!"
"But, but..." Song Qing's eyes were red, and she could barely hold the cup.
Wang Erniu placed his hands on his shoulders, as if conveying a sense of reassurance.
"Don't worry, Lord Song. I have already sent men from the Qi Battalion to spy in. We will have news soon, so please wait patiently."
"Okay, okay..." Song Qing responded repeatedly, his whole body trembling.
Wang Erniu couldn't bear it, so he had someone call the army doctor to prepare a dose of medicine for him. After drinking it, he felt a little better.
The medicine had barely been taken when the Qi-character battalion returned.
"Reporting to the General! It has been confirmed that there is a secret room beneath Lin Yue Lou, and the person must be inside. However, the entrance is in the kitchen, a heavily guarded area, where people are always present, so we cannot enter. But we are certain that a woman was taken inside and has not come out for a long time," Qi Erbaisanshi reported.
“Alright!” Wang Erniu immediately ordered, “Mr. Lin, please lead a group of men with Lord Song and make sure to rescue those women.”
"Yes!" the two replied in unison. Just as they were about to leave, Song Qing couldn't help but ask, "General, who wrote this secret letter? It looks very similar to the handwriting of my missing fiancé."
Wang Erniu looked at Lin Er, who clasped his hands and said, "This letter is a special letter from the Qi Battalion. In principle, their information should not be revealed. However, because of Lord Song, we are willing to inform him. If it is true, it is up to him to decide."
"Thank you very much!" Song Qing bowed deeply to him.
Lin Er slightly dodged.
The two then led several groups of people to Lin Yue Lou. It was nighttime, and the building was bustling with activity. The first and second floors were filled with drinkers, and various conversations and laughter were interspersed among them. In the middle of the building, there were many dancers wearing short skirts that reached their chests, which were slightly revealing, resembling Tang Dynasty clothing, and they were dancing gracefully.
"Where is the boss!" Lin Biao shouted, and the laughter of the guests stopped abruptly. The guests looked in horror at the soldiers who filed in, carrying knives and looking fierce.
"Hey! Who are you people! Do you know whose shop this is?" The shop owner, a fat man with big ears, led his thugs out menacingly.
"I don't care whose shop you are!" Lin Biao raised his chin and looked at him sideways. "Someone reported that you are harboring Liaodong spies. You had better hand them over quickly, or don't blame my knife for being merciless."
The shopkeeper was quick-witted. He looked around and quickly guessed that Lin Er was the one in charge. He stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Sir, please let me speak with you in private!"
The Song Dynasty prohibited officials from engaging in commerce, openly so, but privately it was still prohibited. Therefore, he dared not say in front of so many customers that the shop belonged to Zhang Yuntai.
Lin Er naturally wouldn't give him that chance. He dodged and took a few steps back, pretending to avoid suspicion.
“Speak your mind here. You should know that you are suspects now!”
"This..." The shop owner was in a dilemma. Of course he knew what was going on in his shop, and he absolutely could not let these people search the shop.