The salted fish script was played by me [Transmigration Book]

At the third quarter of Maozheng, He Yanzhi's black figure slowly appeared.

In the earth-rammed stove, several sesame seed cakes are about to be baked, and the hot incense mist surrounds the stall.Seeing He Yanzhi coming, the stall owner lifted the lid as usual, took out a piece of newly cooked biscuits with tongs, and delivered it to him while it was still hot.

He Yanzhi sat down in his old seat, picked up the biscuits and gnawed them in his mouth, while chewing the biscuits, he stared at the geese in the river in a daze.

After finishing pressing, there was the sound of falling flesh from the board in the yamen, and the cries of pain became louder and louder.

He Yanzhi couldn't hold back, and yawned.

A few yamen servants dressed in the same clothes as him ran past. They glanced at someone who was still eating breakfast leisurely, and sighed in unison.

"Let's go, let's go, how can we compare with others." Several people ran into the yamen with painful expressions.

The biscuits were a bit dry, He Yanzhi poured a glass of water, and swallowed the last mouthful of biscuits. Because he drank casually, a few drops of water escaped from the cup and flowed down his chin and neck into his collar.

The crystal water droplets slowly slid across the delicate white and tender skin, and the gangster who wandered in the street all night saw He Yanzhi's eyes straightened.

Seeing that there was no one around, he walked towards He Yanzhi.

"Hey beauty, why are you eating cakes by yourself? I'm afraid I'll be fined if I'm late!"

He Yanzhi ignored him, and a smell of alcohol slowly approached him.

"What's so delicious about cakes, go with me! What kind of silver cakes, go with me, I will guarantee you good food and spicy food, as long as a beautiful woman kisses me, I will give you everything!"

The little gangster smiled wretchedly, looking at He Yanzhi's slender jade-white hands, and was about to touch them, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in his calf, as if he had been snapped.

He lost his strength and fell to the ground. On the way, he hit his head on the corner of the table, and a big bruise suddenly swelled up.

No one saw clearly how He Yanzhi made the move, he poured another glass of water, and his current face was reflected in the water.

His eyes were shining brightly, looking forward to his posture, and there was an unspeakable sense of beauty when he raised his head and looked back.

He Yanzhi drank the water in disgust.

Six months ago, he was seriously injured in an undercover mission to save a hostage, and died on duty. Afterwards, he was transmigrated into this superficial strategy novel and became what he is now.

The face is like a peach blossom, and the body is like a weak willow.

He Yanzhi tried many methods, Xu Hu stayed up all night and swallowed peppers, but none of them could damage his beauty, on the contrary, it made his already thin body even thinner.

He had to work hard on his body, getting up early every day to exercise, eating meat and drinking alcohol, trying to make himself stronger.After a lot of hard work, the wallet has lost weight and the muscles have grown, but unfortunately, it has not grown a few taels, which is far from being strong.

He Yanzhi was desperate, so he ate big pancakes every day, drank white water, didn't wear his clothes well, didn't tie his hair well, and lay down on the ground when he was tired.It's a pity that even though he lived such a rough life, this face still attracted a lot of salty pig heads to him.

"Forget it, it's just a skin."

It's a big deal to beat up one by one.

The cries of pain at the feet became louder and louder, and He Yanzhi was upset when he heard it. He raised his foot and kicked the person far away, but a hand was put on his left shoulder at the right time.

"This guy's legs can still be kept, it seems that Brother He is in a good mood today."

He Yanzhi looked at the voice, the sun blinded him a little, but the person behind him had already walked in front of him, sat down on the bench next to him, and called out to the stall owner to get two sesame cakes.

"Things that don't have long eyes, hurry up! Do you still want to enter the yamen?"

The gangster was so frightened by his voice that he ran away, and He Yanzhi saw who he was.

After the biscuits were brought, Yang Kuan combined the two biscuits into one, folded them in half, and ate most of them with one big mouth. Then he choked as expected, and looked down for water in a hurry.

The imposing nine-foot strong man blushed from choking on the cake, and stretched out a pair of small hands to grope on the table, but he didn't touch the kettle after groping for a long time. He Yanzhi couldn't stand it anymore, and reached out to pour him a glass.

After drinking the glass of water, Yang Kuan finally caught his breath, and then he was about to stuff the rest of the cake into his mouth.

He Yanzhi just looked at him like this, and said casually: "The arrester will be on duty soon, what are you in a hurry for?"

Yang Kuan chewed the cake and said inarticulately: "Who is like you, brother He? No one dares to touch you if you are not on duty for a day. I still have a cup of tea before I am late, so I dare not delay."

He Yanzhi thought to himself, is this person rarely late on weekdays? Today it seems that there is something important.

"Brother He, you came so early today, is it because of that case?" Yang Kuan swallowed a mouthful of cake.

He Yanzhi was used to being lazy on weekdays, and usually he would only see him in front of the yamen at three o'clock in the morning, but today he was a full hour early.

He Yanzhi glanced at him, and Yang Kuan understood, the two of them tacitly stopped talking, after all, it was Xiao Youcheng's case, and it was inconvenient for the subordinates to talk too much.

The time had come, and the two entered the yamen to take their duties, and He Yanzhi took the killing stick and set it up in front of the hall according to the rules.

It will take some time to prepare for the promotion, he looked around boredly, secretly calculating the income of these days, and frowned slightly.

The monthly salary of a yamen servant is two qian, which is really not enough to fit between the teeth.

Ever since he accepted the fact that he was wearing a book, he tried to recall the information in the book. At least he read it a few times in his spare time, and soon found that the person he was wearing was actually next to the protagonist Xizhou Wang Heyu, the number one... Two, three, four... No. 17 little brothers, the most ruthless and deepest secret guards in the text.

So ruthless that no one dares to provoke him, so deep that it only exists in the protagonist's sentence at the end: "He Yanzhi knows the severity when he strikes."

He reasonably suspected that no one dared to provoke him because few people knew he existed.

It is now the sixth year of the Dali calendar, and it is still at the beginning of the story, He Yanzhi still has more than 100 million words to do nothing.

So he found a job as a yamen servant based on the only one sentence he had.

As we all know, beating boards is also a skilled job, beating lightly is favoritism, beating hard is seeking revenge, beating dead is rewarded, beating disabled is compensation for life.

And He Yanzhi, relying on his professional skills of observing words and demeanor, managed to get along well in the yamen.

While he was in ecstasy, the rest of the yamen servants arrived one after another. They were all stunned for a while when they saw him, and then honestly lined up behind them.

"Why is he here too, it seems that this young master is doomed!"

"That's not true, this is a charge of treason."

"Master He made a move, I'm afraid someone has already issued a death order, alas, it's a pity that you are still so young..."

They whispered a few words and then fell silent. When the magistrate sat down on the case, the gavel sounded, and they were formally promoted.

The person to be interrogated today is Xiao Hongyin, Xiao Youcheng's son-in-law.

The Xiao family hid arms and was convicted of treason half a month ago. Xiao Youcheng and his wife committed suicide in the prison of Dali Temple. Xiao Hongyin, who was only fifteen years old, was traveling in Xizhou and was also arrested and brought to justice. Tortured and tortured the location of the ammunition.

Following the magistrate's order, two yamen servants dragged a thin young man into the hall, leaving a line of dried blood on the ground behind them.

The boy was dragged all the way to the front of the hall, and stopped right in front of He Yanzhi.

The magistrate said: "People under the hall, you can be convicted!"

Facing his interrogation, Xiao Hongyin lay limp and motionless. Seeing him like this, He Yanzhi stepped forward and pulled the boy up without the prefect's eyes to signal him.

When he first touched him, He Yanzhi only felt that this person was as weak as a paper prick, and would be pierced with a little force, and then he fully grasped his forearm with one hand, and easily lifted him from the ground, Facing the courtroom, take a kneeling posture.

The pale and immature face was exposed from under the messy hair, and He Yanzhi was curious about what the future villain would look like, so he couldn't help but look more.

Dirty blood and dust almost covered his entire face, leaving only space around the eyes.

He Yanzhi didn't see anything clearly, but he thought that the children of the aristocratic family must look good.

The magistrate slapped the gavel again, Xiao Hongyin frowned, and fell down again, He Yanzhi quickly stepped forward to support him, and adjusted his posture again.At the same time, Xiao Hongyin opened his eyes with difficulty, He Yanzhi lowered his head inexplicably, and met the young man's eyes.

Such clean eyes.

He Yanzhi returned to his seat, and the magistrate saw that Xiao Hongyin finally responded, so he continued to ask questions.

"Xiao Hongyin, tell me honestly where the ammunition is hidden. I will forgive you for being young and leave your whole body. If you die and don't repent, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The young man just opened his eyes and hadn't recovered from the previous whipping. Now facing the "Fair and Bright" plaque in front of him, he was stunned for a long time, as if he was very strange to the scene in front of him.

The prefect's patience is limited, and the token in his hand is about to fall: "I will ask you again! Do you want to recruit or not!"

The people in the hall are not used to this kind of scene, but the young man in front of him is the son of the prime minister, who suddenly fell from the cloud into the mud, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit secretly.

He Yanzhi had been paying attention to Xiao Hongyin all the time, seeing that he was in a daze, his eyes were lifeless, even though he was still breathing, he might have died long ago.

I thought to myself that it is no wonder that he was able to massacre the city for revenge later on. He has died once, so there is nothing to worry about.

Facing the magistrate's persecution, Xiao Hongyin finally regained his wits, but he was not in a hurry to reply, but secretly glanced at He Yanzhi's direction.

"The Xiao family...is not guilty."

The dry and hoarse voice of the young man resounded in the hall, passing everyone's ears lightly.

After the magistrate heard his words clearly, with an expression of "this official knows this", he threw down the token mercilessly: "Come here, drag it down and punish you with a stick for a hundred!" Then he glanced at He Yanzhi, who slightly nod.

According to the law of the Dali, the death penalty shall not be used for all disciples of aristocratic families who are convicted of crimes.

The magistrate's intention now is to let He Yanzhi keep a hand, not to beat him to death.

However, He Yanzhi had already accepted the employer's silver a few days ago, and Xiao Hongyin's life must be taken by him.

"A thorough investigation of the Xiao family's private possession of ammunition throughout the city, not a single one can be let go. Back out!"

Yang Kuan and other arresters were called to the court, and after receiving the task, they did not dare to delay for a moment, the magistrate and the master left the court, and the rest of them also left one after another.

He Yanzhi picked up the token, came to stand in front of Xiao Hongyin, and looked at him condescendingly.

"Can you go?"

After all, he is a villain, and he should be different from ordinary people. He can leave when he can open his eyes, and he doesn't have to work hard to drag him around.

Sure enough, the boy didn't talk to him, and supported the cold ground with his thin hands, he stood up by himself after a while.

He Yanzhi was leading the way, he didn't care whether the young man would run away, but Xiao Hongyin had to stop and rest every step he took, but the distance of more than ten steps took him a long time.

He Yanzhi deliberately waited in place for a while, and soon there was the sound of the man falling to the ground behind him. As expected, he bent down to carry the man on his shoulders, but accidentally met the boy's eyes.

The amber pupils are like the surface of a lake in the evening after sunset, pure and calm, without any wrinkles.

It really shouldn't be a villain's eye.

He Yanzhi paused for a few seconds, but Xiao Hongyin dodged the outstretched hand.

"What?" he said.

The young man lowered his head not to look at him, and said, "I'll go by myself."

Since he insisted, He Yanzhi naturally let him go, but Xiao Hongyin was too weak, so he worked hard for a long time without leaving the ground.He Yanzhi couldn't stand it anymore, and finally picked him up horizontally, and strode towards the execution room under the surprised eyes of others.