When He Chunhua arrived with his people, He Lingchuan had already jumped on the back of the bird and left involuntarily. He did not see how this famous former Imperial Master ended his life.
The last person to deal with Sun Fuping was He Chunhua.
Ever since he saw He Chunhua take out Sun Fuping's suicide note, He Lingchuan wanted to know what he had missed.
"Master Sun is really not an easy lamp. He has exhausted all his magic power. It is said that his cultivation is still suppressed by the illusion. He still killed seven of us like this." Zeng Feixiong talked about his dead brothers with some sadness, "If it hadn't been for the Gale Army
His heroic spirit is so strong that we really can’t kill him.”
"I heard that the Gale Army also suffered losses."
"Yes, they worked hard without caring about their own lives. They are not like us living people who care about life and death. The time they spent besieging Sun Guoshi was only half a quarter of an hour at most, and they were killed. Some, some, some..."
Zeng Feixiong started to have a big tongue.
He Lingchuan grabbed a piece of mother fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.
This thing is called mother fruit locally, but it is actually lemon.
Zeng Feixiong chewed a lemon, and the sour taste went straight to his forehead, and his whole jaw was numb.
But the effect was surprisingly good. He suddenly became more awake.
"How many people died in the Gale Army?"
"There were people in their thirties or forties who came one after another, which caught Sun Guoshi off guard." Zeng Feixiong recalled, "In the end, Sun Guoshi was stabbed in the throat by the commander, but he was deeply cultivated and did not die immediately. He also told the county guard
A few words."
Here comes the key point. He Lingchuan asked: "Did you hear it?"
"Ah, the voice was very low, but when the county guard walked over, I was by his side."
Walking over? Dad took the initiative to approach the dying Sun Fuping?
He was such a shrewd person, how could he not know that the poisonous snake's most ferocious counterattack was before it died. What if Sun Fuping had a back-up plan?
So, is there anything you must say before someone dies?
"Sun Guoshi said..." In fact, Sun Fuping was removed from the post of national counselor after the rebellion, but Zeng Feixiong said it smoothly, and he was slow-minded and couldn't change it. "Well, anyway, he is justified in treason, and he will not regret it even if he dies."
, that’s probably what it means.”
Sun Fuping said a lot at that time, but he couldn't remember them all.
He Lingchuan: "..." I poured him too much wine.
"He said that he acted for the good of Dayuan Country, and then said a lot of bad things about the monarch." Even though Zeng Feixiong was half drunk, he did not repeat all the original sentences about beheading.
He Lingchuan didn't want to hear it either, he just thought of He Yue's words.
Can this country still get better? How can we improve it? Is it appropriate to use the most drastic measures like Da Sima and Sun Fuping did?
Then he shook his head. Shouldn't this be a headache for people with lofty ideals and knowledge? It's none of his business?
"No?" He Lingchuan was a little disappointed.
"Oh, and also, he asked Sheriff He, your whole family was killed by Emperor Laohun, why did you still sacrifice your life to the emperor's family?" Zeng Feixiong frowned and thought back, "before the Sheriff replied, he continued, unless
You have other plans!"
He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: "What did Dad say?"
"The Lord Sheriff scolded Sun Guoshi for talking nonsense, saying that he was not that selfless and that he had other motives for entering Panlong City this time, not just to help Grand Sima."
"Then the Sheriff came close to Sun Fuping and whispered, but I didn't even hear him, but then Sun Fuping started laughing, and he couldn't stop laughing until his neck started to bleed."
"He told the Lord Sheriff that it's useless. You can't go back on your word after you've already done it, otherwise you will suffer backlash and your family will be destroyed. He also said that if you sow beans, you will get beans. If there is a cause, there will be a result." Zeng Feixiong said bitterly, "I don't even think about it.
I know why he smiles so happily, but he belches halfway through his smile."
"Later, the governor searched all his belongings and rushed back to the south gate to find you."
I see.
He Lingchuan didn't ask any more questions and drank and ate with him until he was half drunk, then he paid for someone to send Zeng Feixiong back.
Uncle Hao was sitting in the lobby downstairs. When he saw him coming out, he escorted him back to He Mansion.
On the way back to his residence, He Lingchuan unexpectedly met He Chunhua.
It was late at night, and the Sheriff was still wearing the clothes he had worn when he went out in the morning. He looked like he had just returned home, but he was in good spirits, which was inversely proportional to the eldest son's staggering.
"What a nonsense. You don't do anything serious all day long!" He Chunhua covered his nose and asked, "Where have you been?"
He Lingchuan just chuckled.
Uncle Hao said: "The eldest young master and Liu Baobao, Zeng Feixiong went to Xiangsi Tower and drank seven jars of old wine."
He Lingchuan suddenly interrupted: "Dad, what have you ever done to disgrace us?"
He Chunhua frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Do I have a lost brother? No, it's better to have a sister!"
He Chunhua had a straight face, but did not argue with the drunkard. He turned to Uncle Hao and said, "Send him back and drink him two cups of hangover soup before going to bed, otherwise he will have a headache when he gets up tomorrow."
"yes."
Uncle Hao helped He Lingchuan away. He Chunhua looked at the backs of the two of them and suddenly let out a long sigh. His back didn't look so stiff anymore.
He Lingchuan was really a little drunk. After eating the sobering soup, he fell asleep on the bed without thinking much.
He didn't wake up until noon the next day.
I had a dreamless night and slept well.
He Lingchuan patted the broken knife on the wall. This guy didn't take the opportunity to cause trouble to him last night. He was very good.
…
That evening, he met He Yue by chance: "Have you heard about Du Feng, the young minister of the Taifu?"
He Yue was anxious to pay his respects, but He Lingchuan blocked the way and he couldn't get around it: "Haven't you heard? He wants to assist the chief minister, and be in charge of the warehouse, cashier and most of the cities in Shihuancheng. He is not high-ranking and not powerful.
Small."
"I heard that he is an old acquaintance of our family?"
"A family friend." He Yue said calmly, "My father occasionally interacted with him, and I even wrote for him."
He Lingchuan let out a long "Oh". This contained a lot of information, indicating that there was indeed some intersection between He Chunhua and Du Feng, but it was already very weak. It was not necessarily that the old friends had a change of heart, or that the world was in trouble, but that the He family was ordered by the old emperor.
To be executed, the Du family wished they could prove their innocence. How could they dare to have too close contact with He Chunhua, the orphaned son of the family?
"It's pretty good that we've been exchanging letters." He patted He Yue on the shoulder. He was only fourteen. No matter how smart he was, he still lacked the sophistication of people. "Du Shaoqing's position means that you have to be cautious when interacting with others."
"Be cautious..." He Yue finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you get out of the way?"
He Lingchuan pretended not to hear: "Then do you know who the old lady of Du Mansion, who is Du Feng's grandmother, is?"
He Yue spoke quickly: "Mrs. He Suqiong He has a wide network of contacts in Dadu. I heard that she is also charitable. She likes to listen to operas and music, and organize garden parties and outings."
"Go." He Lingchuan saw that his face was turning green, and then he turned sideways to get out of the way.