"Mr. Song is really awesome in the trial of the case, and even the torture is not as good as Lord. Song."

The thin-skinned kiss brought a bowl of meat soup in front of Song Beiyun, smiling all over his face: "The officials have benefited a lot from these days."

Song Beiyun took a small sip and started drinking the soup: "Old Li."

"Old Li...Old Li, let's be old Li, what are the instructions of lord?"

Song Beiyun turned his head and took a torture manual he wrote: "Take it and read it carefully, and you will be transferred to the Ministry of Justice as the head of the Ministry of Justice for three years."

The "Old Li" was overjoyed and took the notes and put them in his arms as if they were treasured. Then he became more attentive to Song Beiyun. He rubbed his hands and smiled: "Mr. Song, when he wiped out the remnants of Bailian before, he caught a woman who was as beautiful as a flower and graceful. Are you interested in interrogating overnight? Keep it safe after the review of the adult."

"Not interested." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "We are talking about evidence when doing things. If you let me find out that you are arresting people indiscriminately, you will be from the inspection team. Don't go in by yourself, I won't care about picking you up."

"Yes, yes, yes, the villain keeps it in mind."

Song Beiyun nodded and threw out a royal note from the drawer: "Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Old Li" opened the fold and looked at it, and his expression immediately became strange. He looked around, raised his head with a faint expression and looked at Song Beiyun again: "Mr. Song...this..."

"Go down and say to your brothers, don't be the one who stands out."

After he said that, he got up and left and went home. As for what the note was, it was actually an initiative of the rectification movement. If it was just an initiative, it would be nothing. But not only the emperor's approval but also the approval of the three provinces' governments, it means that this initiative is about to be issued by a decree.

The content of this rectification decree includes restricting torture and forced confessions, restricting the rights of all cases directly affiliated institutions including yamen at all levels, Dali Temple, the Criminal Department, and the Imperial City Department. There is a saying in it: to allow law enforcement officers to have laws to control, to allow law-abiding those who abide by laws to follow, and to allow violators to have laws to govern.

The signature of the memorial was Yan Shu, and everyone knew who Yan Shu was, so this decree was something that Zhao Xiang took out to curb the authority of the Imperial City Master.

Of course, as for who wrote the "Three Laws" written, it was naturally Song Beiyun. When he gave this to Yan Shu, Yan Shu said that he was stupid and limited his own power. But Song Beiyun didn't care at all. The corruption brought by power and absolute power brought absolute corruption. The law is the cage of power. Putting this tiger in the cage is precisely the greatest protection for himself.

There are three tigers in the world, power, money and fame. If someone releases these three tigers, the tiger will eat people. If it is eaten until no one can eat it, who will be buried in the tiger's mouth. The answer is self-evident.

It cannot be said that the ancients were not smart, but after all, the limitation of their vision lies. They do not know what kind of shocks will be brought about when the first "land reform" is implemented in the future. Now he restricts his power precisely in order to suppress the entire scholar-officials of the Song Dynasty in the future.

However, now the "Three Laws" are still a flame. Some people may have thought about it, but no one could have thought that this was just a trivial step in a series of reforms. To limit violent institutions, it would be better to limit them. Anyway, the punishment is not as good as the literati and the doctors, they are happy to have a reputation of wisdom.

But they did not think about it carefully. The future extension of this system is precisely to target their literati class. The tiger is locked in a cage, but it just happens to be power.

At this moment, King Fu Qiansui, who was far away in Fuzhou, was reading a secret letter. The secret letter was sent from the Siming Department. It listed a series of actions rules for Song Beiyun over the past few days. Each one looked vigorous, but the inconspicuous "The Three Laws" written in the inconspicuous place attracted the attention of King Fu.

He ordered the spies of the Mind Department to present the details of the "Three Laws" to him and examine them. After reading it, King Fu's face became particularly strange, and he muttered: "What are you planning? It's strange to use thunder to cover the breeze...

As King Fu said, this "Three Laws" is absolutely inconspicuous compared to Song Beiyun's series of vigorous attacks on the rebellion and integration of the Imperial City Department, etc., but if you think about it carefully, why did he make such an initiative? Why should he curb his own power? It is true to rule the law, but why did he have to attack himself?

King Fu was a little confused, but he knew that this kid must be thinking about something big... He closed his eyes and thought for a long time, and suddenly slapped his head: "This guy wants to move mountains!"

After saying that, King Fu picked up his pen and wrote a long letter and handed it over to the spy of the Simingsi: "This letter must be handed to the official family in person, and no one else shall see it. If the news leaks, your head will fall to the ground."

"Yes!" The spy put away the letter: "Does Chitose have any instructions?"

"I went to find Song Beiyun and said that it was the king who asked him where he wanted to move the mountain and how he should move it."

"Yes, the little one set off."

"Go." King Fu crushed his beard: "Next time I come, bring some ducks from Jinling. I miss you very much."

"Small understand."

The spy left and rode away, and the horse galloped away, while the King of Fu continued to look at the thing, frowned: "Little bastard, don't cause any disaster for me."

At the same time, Song Beiyun had returned to Miaoyan and was discussing with Miaoyan about which song is better, which song is better. Then, a dark shadow suddenly came outside. He opened the door but found Xiaoyu standing at the door and smilingly looking at him.

"What's wrong? I came here in the middle of the night." Song Beiyun rubbed Xiaoyu's head: "What's wrong with the head?"

"The official asked me to ask if you want the beauty who paid tribute to Japan. If you want it, he will get you two." Xiaoyu smiled very happily: "The Japanese envoy just arrived in Jinling today and presented a national gift, and said he hoped to ask our Song Dynasty for something."

"What do you want?"

"I want rice." Xiaoyu nodded seriously and said, "Is it just for rice?"

"How much do you want?" Song Beiyun tilted his head: "I don't think a country's messenger would get into the water so much, right?"

"It seems to be saying..." Xiaoyu pulled up his finger and calculated: "I said I had taken a grid, which was exactly one month's number. I said I came to ask our Song Dynasty every day for some. I asked three today and nine tomorrow."

"Fuck." Song Beiyun cursed: "When you go back, hurry up and tell Zhao Xing, cut these bastards. Really, I'm right. I'll go to the palace tomorrow morning to explain to him."

Xiaoyu: "???"

"It's okay, just tell him the original words that if he really agrees, his throne will not be guaranteed."

Xiaoyu nodded in confusion, then jumped up to the wall, waved to Song Beiyun and disappeared into the darkness.

When she returned to the house, Song Beiyun smiled and explained the matter to Miaoyan. She laughed so hard that she thought: "This place with poor mountains and bad waters has begun to have bad thoughts."

"Thirty days, how many tons are here?"

"Let's calculate it, 3 is the power of 30. It's about one billion kilograms, more than one million tons. Hahahaha... more than sixty million stones." Miaoyan couldn't straighten her waist: "You can't even take it out if you kill Zhao Xing."

"This is really an insult to the IQ." Song Beiyun sighed: "If he was caught, I wouldn't have the shame to say that I work under such a person."

"Don't worry, the opponent will definitely not want so much. They just want to make a condition." Miaoyan said with a smile: "Now it seems that diplomacy in this era is really stupid, such as poetry diplomacy, marriage diplomacy, and carnival diplomacy. What are these."

"Prepare to fight against the Japanese." Song Beiyun stretched his waist: "But this has nothing to do with me. Sleep and sleep, hugged my little cousin at home."

"The witch is your little cousin. Uncle, you can't help counting your age in your previous life." Miaoyan joked: "I'm going to enter the palace tomorrow?"

"Well, of course." Song Beiyun took off his coat: "I'll go wash up."

That night, because Miaoyan adjusted her favorability back, Xiao Song did nothing all night, so he had to run to the palace early in the morning.

When he saw Zhao Xing, he was looking at the grid on the table with a frown. There was a handful of rice particles beside him, and he was lying in his mouth.

"Official family, Lord Song is here."

When Zhao Xing heard Song Beiyun coming, he scratched his head and stood up and said, "Come on, I haven't had a good sleep all night, why can't I be clear about this?"

Song Beiyun walked up to look at the plaid that Zhao Xing put out, and said with a smile: "Official family, I asked you to cut off the Japanese envoy. Did you cut off?"

"Cut it." Zhao Xing nodded and said, "But I just don't know why I want to cut it."

Song Beiyun laughed loudly, then he walked forward and raised a grain of rice: "This grain of rice is as light as a feather. But if the official family wants to make a promise to those evil deeds, guess how many stones do you want."

"Ten thousand?" Zhao Xing narrowed his eyes and raised a finger: "I think the number behind this is indeed a bit too large. I'm afraid I want ten thousand stones, right?"

Song Beiyun held his arms and stretched out five fingers: "So many starts."

"Fifty thousand?" Zhao Xing widened his eyes: "So much?"

"Fifty million stones!" Song Beiyun grinned and said, "This is the least and least. I calculated it randomly yesterday and it was 65 million stones."

"Seriously? Didn't you laugh?"

Song Beiyun thoughtfully calculated the three-thirty power to Zhao Xing. After several conversions, he probably obtained the number of 65.7 million stones.

Zhao Xing was stunned...

"Parent Wang, go! Feed the corpses of those bastards to me to the dogs, and dare to play with me!"

"I'll do it now."

The old eunuch left, Zhao Xing looked up at Song Beiyun and said with a laugh and cry: "If you don't say it, I think it's not a big deal to give 50,000 or 100,000."

"I won't say anything else, the official." Song Beiyun knocked on Zhao Xing's table: "Prepare to fight against the Japanese. The climate this year is abnormal. They came to extort food. There must be problems there. Whether you slaughter or not, you must prepare for the Japanese affairs in advance."

Zhao Xing frowned slightly: "Are you fighting against the Japanese? But I have no one on my hands."

"I'll push one."
Chapter completed!