Dali Temple Chief Song Hongjun was busy walking the road. He didn't know what happened. A case involving Prince Hailing in the past year was caught.

And who is the Prince of Hailing? It was the King of Qi Li Yuanji of that year.

"Shishou, Mr. Sun knows me. I don't know the facts, but I don't know them!"

Song Hongjun's lips trembled and his whole body was trembling. As a Beijing official, he originally hoped that when he returned to his hometown in Anzhou in the future, he would return home in glory.

But what he never expected was that since some people said they wanted to redeem the land in Anzhou and were rejected by their tribe members, he immediately became uneasy in Chang'an City.

Although King Li Ke of Wu had not yet launched a prison, the door to the prison was already opened.

After Song Mou, the Minister of Personnel of Northern Qi, would he ignorantly interfere with the affairs of the royal family of Hailing County?

However, when he found his former senior Sun Fujia, who had already served as the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, wanted to speak but stopped, he opened his mouth and finally couldn't say anything.

"Sun...Mr.Sun, what do you... do you know? I offended someone?"

While speaking, Song Hongjun knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "Sun Gong save me, Sun Gong save me!"

He is the head of the Dali Temple, a senior official of the sixth rank. Once the matter is completely determined, he will not be able to turn himself in. There is no doubt that someone wants to kill him.

With his foundation, he is just a small and medium-sized family in Anzhou, which is far from comparable to the five surnames and Qiwang.

"I can't save you. If I can save you, no one can save me."

Sun Fujia's lips also trembled, "Did you hear... you hear that someone with a Jiangxia accent ran to your hometown in Anzhou and said he wanted to redeem your land?"

Hearing Sun Fujia say this, Song Hongjun felt like he was stabbed by a thorn! His eyes widened and he shouted incredibly: "That Jiang Xiazi...How could Jiang Xiazi be so vicious!"

"Hu..." Sun Fujia looked helpless, "It seems that this is happening. Brother Song, I'm afraid that your family will beat Jiang Xiazi out. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this."

"Mr. Sun! What should Mr. Sun do? I...I want to report this to Your Majesty! If you fail to rob the land, you will falsely abuse the emperor to be appointed as the official. This is impossible to seize the situation, this is..."

"Brother Song!"

Sun Fujia was holding a letter from his junior brother in his arms, full of absurd words, but he was so helpless. When this letter arrived in Chang'an, the Song family of Anzhou, who had driven Jiangxia people out of the yard, had already died.

"Even if you go to ask for a house, it's useless. At the moment, if you want to save yourself, you only have to..."

Bang!

Before Sun Fujia could finish his words, he saw a group of tiger and wolf warriors coming in. When he saw the horizontal swords on his waist, he knew that these were the people from the camp on both sides.

"Song Hongjun! You've happened!"

"No! No! Sun Gong! Sun Gong! Sun Gong presides over justice for me, Sun Gong saves me, Sun..."

A rag stuffed Song Hongjun's mouth, and the "Wanqi" captain clasped his fists at Sun Fujia and said, "Shishou, this is a plan to rebel against others. Be careful of getting along with each other, don't make mistakes! Say goodbye."

After saying that, Sun Fujia, whose face turned red and white, waved his hand: "Take it away!"

Bang!

He punched Song Hongjun in the stomach. The originally solid Dali Temple Ganchen was actually slapped into a ball by one punch, and then it seemed like a dead dog, and was taken out by two tigers, wolfs and sharps.

After leaving, there were already three or five Beijing officials who had just been stripped of green official robes in the prison car made of stainless steel, all of which were bureaucrats below the sixth rank.

"Oh, isn't that the Dali Temple Chief?"

"Hiss... It's really unexpected that Song Hongjun is such a person."

As he was speaking, someone took the copied mansion report and said: "This Song family fish meat village in Anzhou actually robbed more than 40,000 acres of civilian land and occupied a large area of ​​forests. If it weren't for the King of Wu's patrol, someone who was strong and strong, he would probably not be able to lose this vicious person."

"I heard that the Song family's servants were not less than a thousand, and even Yongyetian secretly occupied the farming industry. They also contacted the officials of the counties in Anzhou to secretly conceal the output and actually used beans to pay taxes. It was really cunning."

"The borer from this country should be exiled for three thousand miles!"

Someone said these words in the market west of Chang'an City. When Sun Fujia heard this, his face looked even more ugly.

In the East City, there was a laugh and laughter in Pingkangfang. A young man in brocade robe lifted up his hem and laughed: "Everyone, drink a full rank!"

"please!"

"please!"

It seems so joyful, there are also in Luoyang and Hanyang.

Zhang De knew that the action would be very fast, but for profit and for the sake of pork, in the four prefectures and dozens of counties, the speed of killing chickens to scare the monkey was so fast that Zhang De felt a little moved.

The Song family of Anzhou was descended from Song Mou, the Minister of Personnel of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Song Hongjun was his great-grandson. Now he is about to be exiled to Shazhou and may even be exiled to Xizhou. In short, there is no longer the Song family of Anzhou in this world.

A medium-sized family was completely destroyed overnight because of a word and an action.

And its destruction was actually so silent, violent and gentle, which made people completely confused. Even the Zheng family in Xingyang had some connection with the Song family in Anzhou, but in the face of the Song family in Anzhou, the Zheng family in Xingyang felt that the Song family was worthy of death, and actually had a relationship with Li Yuanji.

Yes, the noble families all thought it was the work of Emperor Li Shimin.

Why not? After all, it was the problem discovered by King Li Ke of Wu, which was the prison initiated by King Li Ke of Wu, which was the front of King Li Ke of Wu, who was the king of kings and fathers.

Li Yuanji's remnants should all die. Now that he can live without death, he is exiled, it is already a great grace for the emperor.

"Song is finished."

Li Desheng, secretary of the Jingling County Party Committee, looked very good, and his current technique is different from playing "sheep eating people" in Hebei back then.

Back then, Lao Li was just playing big dramas with tiger skins. The only ones who were cheated were barbarians and lower-class civilians. Those Han people who lost land in Hebei could go to Shicheng Steel Factory, go to the dock, and go to Henan relatives. Barbarians could flee to wealthy families to be cows, horses, slaves and machetes, and go to Khitan to take a machete to kill people and work hard, and lead Zhang Gongjin to make a way to earn a court enthronement...

After all, it was just a strong man who crushed the weak, not a fair showdown.

now……

Lao Li felt his back numb when he was sleeping at night. These little boys who grew up in the "Zhongyi Society" had less awe, and even the awe of the emperor was more perfunctory and hypocritical than famous ministers such as Fang Mouduan.

Lao Li has been thinking more than once: Zhang Cao is good at creating and is very good at craftsmanship. He has created many strange things, but this thing is the strangest at the moment.

"Yes, it's over."

After playing a chess game with Lao Li, Zhang De's eyes became cold and suddenly said, "Will there be no descendants of the initiator?"
Chapter completed!