"Let me go! Let me go!"
The shrill screams came from far away, and a monk from the Supervisory Department, whose face was covered by a black conical hat, grabbed Wang Jie by his collar and dragged him over.
Wang Jie struggled desperately, hitting him with his fists and headbutting him, but how could he break free?
Instead, he fell to the ground, and the white clothes he wore scraped against the gravel on the ground, tearing open cracks.
Plop.
The monks from the Supervision Department slapped Wang Jie heavily on the ground in the courtyard.
Wang Jie grew up in fine clothes and fine food, but he had never suffered such injustice. He immediately screamed in pain and shrank into a ball.
Li Ang looked down at the noble young master indifferently,
There were still many black spots and egg-sized lumps on the other party's face, hands and feet, clearly still under the influence of the plague.
But except for the dark spots and lumps, other parts of his body were in good condition, far better than those of ordinary people suffering from the plague.
"Li Xiaolangjun,"
Cold sweat broke out on Wang Bojian's forehead, and he cupped his hands and said: "We did not deliberately deceive you. During the day yesterday, Wang Bofan knew that his sin was serious and unpardonable. He also knew that he could not save his son.
He claimed that he would take Wang Jie's life with his own hands.
We took a rope and went to Wang Jie's house. When he came out, he told us that he had strangled his son to death.
That's why we just told you that Wang Jie is dead."
"Any new words?"
Li Ang said calmly: "Should I believe your words, or should I believe in another possibility - Wang Bofan agreed to come with you to plead guilty and bear all the charges himself.
But the condition is that Wang needs to find a way to save his son's life.
For example, replace him with the body of a beggar who looks similar. Then throw Wang Jie to a remote mountain village and spend the rest of his life never returning to Taiyuan Prefecture or even Hedong Road."
Li Ang shook his head and did not dwell on this issue for too long. He glanced at the black spots and lumps on Wang Jie's body and asked Wang Bofan: "Is this the effect of Lihuagu's prescription?
Plague cannot be cured, but it can prolong life and forcibly delay the disease.
If you had donated this prescription to Taiyuan Prefecture, or even sold it to Taiyuan Prefecture, you might have been able to save many people."
Wang Bofan's eyes reflected the light of the burning fire in the hall. He looked at his son huddled on the ground with compassion, and whispered as if he was dreaming: "The medicinal materials used in the prescription are extremely precious, and even if they are taken out, Taiyuan Mansion may not be able to use them."
"At least it allows me and the bachelors of the Academy to study the pharmacological effects and try to use other medicinal materials instead. Even if it has only a little effect and can only delay the disease a little, it can allow more people to survive until the specific medicine comes out.
Save ten, a hundred, or even a thousand lives."
Li Ang paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Wang Jie used streptomycin?"
Wang Bofan nodded slowly, "I used it."
"Ah."
Li Ang smiled. Wang's influence is indeed huge. Even now, the use and whereabouts of every streptomycin injection are recorded in the hospital.
I can still find a way to get one for Wang Jie to use.
The plague was brought into Taiyuan Prefecture by Wang Jie. He received the best treatment when he got the disease and lived longer than all the patients suffering from the plague.
Even through privileges, he can use the latest inventions of his enemy.
Really, black humor.
Li Ang said calmly to Wang Jie: "Master Wang, the decision to instigate the people to besiege the prefect's mansion during the day yesterday was made by your father.
If he succeeds, I will have to give up developing new drugs and leave Taiyuan Prefecture.
And you, of course, don’t need streptomycin injections.
Do you know about this matter?"
"Ahem——"
Wang Jie coughed and stood up unsteadily from the ground. He stared at Li Ang and said hoarsely: "I know now."
Li Ang raised his eyebrows slightly, "You don't hate your father?"
"Why hate?"
Wang Jie asked back: "If my father succeeds, you will be driven out of Taiyuan Mansion, and the plague in Hedong Road will not be solved.
When the whole world defeats Yu next year, Taihao Mountain will not embarrass me, the Wang family.
If you can exchange my life for the benefit of the entire Wang family, what's wrong with that?"
"ha."
Li Ang couldn't help but laugh, "A noble family, a family but no country."
"If the country does not love its people, why should the people love their country?"
Wang Jie said hoarsely: "The two books promulgated by the imperial court of the State of Yu, one "Clan Chronicle" and one "Surname Record", were both intended to suppress the gentry clan.
After observing the Yu Kingdom for three hundred years,
None of the five surnames and Seven Hopes has ever served as the commander of the Zhenfu Division, as a minister in the imperial palace, or as the head of the academy.
When did the Li Yu royal family and the Academy truly trust our family? Did they truly regard the family as a member of the Yu Kingdom?"
"If the aristocratic families didn't hate the academy and the imperial examination system so much, I think Yu Guoguo would integrate the aristocratic families into one."
Li Ang said calmly: "You just want to go back to the era of the ninth-grade Zhongzheng system, right?
Only look at bloodline and origin to determine superiority and inferiority.
Family status is always family status,
A poor family will always be a poor family,
A mud-legged person will always be a mud-legged person. Even if there are occasionally one or two geniuses who reach high positions by virtue of their spiritual talent and their own intelligence, they will be quickly absorbed and assimilated by the aristocratic family, and no new clan will be formed.
In this way, the existing aristocratic families can be prosperous and prosperous for thousands of years.
Just like the remaining nobles of Jing Kingdom.
Treat the people as pigs and dogs who can kill fish and meat at will, and cut off the grass and mustard that grows again."
With his words,
A group of monks from the Supervisory Department dragged out more people from Wang's residence.
They were put on handcuffs and shackles that blocked their spiritual power, and they knelt on the ground, their faces all ashen.
Also looking ashen-faced were Wang Bojian and the white-haired clan elder.
These people kneeling in the courtyard are all members of the Wang clan who were deeply involved in and implemented Wang Bofan's plan.
The number was much greater than the list they gave to Li Ang.
Among them are the sons and nephews of the white-haired old man.
"Wang Fengxue, Wang Bingde, Wang Yinglang"
A monk from the Supervision Department started the roll call, and the other monks from the Supervision Department walked into the Wang clan and dragged out one person after another.
They were also handcuffed and shackled, and beaten to the ground.
Cries, shouts, begging for mercy, overwhelmed the sound of the raging fire in the hall.
The wife cried and held her husband's arm,
The child cried and hugged his father's lap,
But he was unable to stop the actions of the monks from the Supervision Department.
Chu Haoman stood among the crowd and felt chills running down his spine.
It is true that many of those who were dragged out were the children of the Wang family who looked down upon his status as a son-in-law and usually ridiculed him.
But when so many familiar faces were dragged out of the crowd and thrown to the ground,
Chu Haoman still felt a strong coldness permeating his whole body.
He was really afraid that the monk from the Supervisory Department would report his name - even though he knew that he was not involved.
"Wang Shengkang, Wang Linian, Wang Qinian"
The Supervision Department continued to announce names, and Li Ang saw a familiar figure being thrown to the ground.
It was Wang Linian, the monk of the Wang family whom he met during the Qishui Village incident.
The monk from the Supervisory Department next to him noticed his gaze and lowered his voice and said proactively: "The first plague ghost charm was posted in front of a house in the south of the city by this person who used his monk ability to bypass the government officers patrolling the streets.
of.
There were ten members of that family, including an infant baby, and none of them survived."
"Is that so?"
Li Ang nodded, his eyes neither sad nor happy.
Wait until all names have been reported,
All the guilty Wang clan members and palace servants knelt in the courtyard.
"sword."
Li Ang raised his palm, and the monk from the Supervisory Department on the side handed the hilt of the sword at his waist into his hand.
He held the sword, stepped forward, came to the front of Wang Jie, and said calmly: "Do you have any last words?"
Wang Jie stared at him, "Aristocratic families treat the common people like nothing, what's the problem with this?
Shouldn't the talented nobles rule over the mediocre people below? Look at yourself in the mirror! Aren't you also relying on your spiritual talent and intelligence to reach a high position?
Don’t you also want to be the Prince Consort, the Academy Patroller, or even the Academy Chief?!
When you get married and have children, don’t you want your sons, daughters, and grandchildren to be rich forever?!
With your help, they can either embark on a career as an official, go into business to make money, or serve as a scholar in the academy.
It won’t take a hundred years, and you will be the new influencer yourself!
Hahahahahahahahaha.
Don't look at you standing here now, condescending and speaking righteously,
A hundred years from now, your descendants will also stand with our family! Standing on a high hill, overlooking the ant-like common people below!"
Boom!
The third beam of the main hall collapsed, flames shot into the sky, and smoke filled the air.
Li Ang looked at Wang Jie who was almost crazy and said calmly: "Are you done?"
"No!"
Wang Jie laughed wildly and said: "I don't regret at all that I dealt with that batch of furs that had fleas.
I don’t regret at all that I had people beat up the doctor who made nonsense, said that the plague originated from the palace, and called on the people to stay away.
It’s just a pity that Wang’s monks don’t have the guts to take the last step and really kill you!”
"Then I'll give you this chance."
Li Ang handed over the hilt of the sword with his backhand and put it into Wang Jie's hand, "Come, kill me."
Wang Jie was stunned on the spot. Not only him, but also the monk from the Supervisory Department who had just spoken to Li Ang and handed him the sword also subconsciously took a step forward.
"You have a sword in your hand, but I don't have a sword in my hand."
Li Ang said: "I'll give you the chance to kill me."
"."
Wang Jie clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the expression on his face changed several times: ferocious, disgusting, fearful, and confused.
The palm holding the sword hilt couldn't help but tremble, and finally let go.
Dang clang——
The long sword fell to the ground and pierced into the soil.
Wang Jie didn't have the courage to swing his sword. He was still a member of the family. Those innocent people were still standing there. If he thrust out this sword, others would also die.
Li Ang looked indifferently at Wang Jie who had lost all his courage and momentum and was sitting on his knees, with an inexplicable sense of absurdity and irritability in his heart.
The culprit who caused tens of thousands of civilian casualties and caused immeasurable losses to the Yu State,
Turns out, he is just a stupid, short-sighted, superficial and selfish heir to a wealthy family.
He could regard his clan members as close relatives, but he had no sympathy at all for the people in the city who supported the Wang family.
How ridiculous.
Li Ang reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled the sword out of the soil, released his palm, and used his mind to hold up the blade.
The blade of the sword slowly tilted, pointing flatly in the direction of Wang Jie.
"."
Wang Jie raised his head quietly and stared at the tip of the sword.
call out--
As Li Ang tapped his fingertips into the air, the long sword suddenly flew out and penetrated Wang Jie's eyebrows.
Skin torn, bones splattered,
Half of Wang Jie's head exploded, and the headless corpse fell backwards and fell to the ground, as if in slow motion, supported by the body's bones.
The sound of flying swords piercing the air overwhelmed the frightened screams among the Wang clan members.
The sword's remaining power continued unabated, and it quickly cut open the second man's neck.
The head flew in the air, and the blood spurted from the corpse was like a fountain, sprinkling on the faces and bodies of the terrified companions next to the deceased.
Accompanied by screams of fear and despair,
call out--
third person.
call out--
The fourth person.
Li Ang's fingertips swayed from side to side, and the flying sword controlled by his mind was harvesting the lives of high-ranking nobles.
The monks from the Supervision Department started the roll call again.
"Wang's Wang Jie condoned the plague and destroyed humanity. His crime was unforgivable. On November 9, the sixth year of Zaiqian, he was executed in the Taiyuan Palace."
"Wang Fengxue, a member of the Wang clan, spread the plague ghost talismans and harmed the people. His crime was unforgivable. On November 9, the sixth year of Qian's reign, he was executed in the Taiyuan palace."
The screams disappeared.
Rivers of blood flow,
Bloody water exuding a fishy smell accumulated on the courtyard floor,
The cobblestones that were carefully selected to decorate the courtyard were soaked in blood, with scarlet veins appearing on their surface.
Corpses were everywhere.
Li Ang turned around, and the long sword floated obediently beside him, with blood dripping down the path of the blade.
The original white silk tassel at the end of the sword hilt is now in tatters, probably scratched off.
The scene was completely silent. The monks in the Supervisory Department remained motionless, watching everything in front of them quietly.
The conical hat veils in front of their faces were blown slightly by the heat wave caused by the fire in the hall.
Only the last person is left.
Li Ang stepped in front of Wang Bofan, holding the floating flying sword with his open palm, just enough to catch the blood dripping from the blade.
"."
Wang Bofan slowly looked away from Wang Jie's headless body.
He looked at Li Ang blankly and smiled miserably,
"I'm waiting for you in hell."
call out--
The flying sword shot out quickly, piercing Wang Bofan's body and nailing it to the door of Wang's mansion.
Boom!
The gate of the palace fell heavily.
The Wang family plaque that had been passed down for countless years was implicated by the vibration, fell down, and hit the ground.
The word "King" on it was dyed red by the dripping blood.
This chapter has been completed!