A letter, to be more precise, a letter written in blood.
The blood letter was written by the late Yueyang County Magistrate An Yunde. It was a blood letter asking General Qi for help.
From the meaning of the letter, we can roughly deduce the situation at that time:
Anyunde, his whole family, and most of the merchants in Yueyang County were imprisoned by a person whose name was not mentioned in the letter;
The purpose of arresting An Yunde was to make him do things for the unwritten person. As for what he was going to do, it was not mentioned in the blood letter. It was not a good thing anyway;
The purpose of An Yunde's family is even simpler, to force An Yunde;
Catching merchants is for money;
An Yunde begged General Qi to save his family and the merchants. There was a sentence in the blood letter: "Xiaguan is already dead, and he has already made up his mind to die. Although Xiaguan is only a ninth-grade official, his loyalty to the imperial court has never ceased."
Unchanged.'
Moreover, the person An Yunde asked General Qi to save was not his entire family except himself, but only his youngest grandson.
In other words, leave a seed for Anjia.
King Li, who rolled down the stairs, ignored Fang Qi and Zheng Haoran who were suppressing laughter, and patted the dust on his body with an indifferent expression.
"The county magistrate of Yueyang County died three months ago because the White Ghost Cult broke into the county government office. No one in Yueyang County survived."
Yueyang County is within the territory of Muzhou and is the junction of Yuzhou and Muzhou. It was also the first county where a city was massacred by the White Ghost Sect.
It was precisely because the incident in Yueyang County was brought before the Emperor that General Qi and Qi Baoer's disaster relief mission was given an additional task - the Innocence Ghost Cult.
It's not the things that Qi Bao'er happened to encounter in the past. She is an outsider. It's her duty to help but not to help. The more she understands, the more she is overstepping. But this time she has to tell everyone about the White Ghost Sect.
The end is completely resolved.
Prince Li, the deputy disaster relief envoy, has the same mission as Qi Bao'er. He is known to be very embarrassed and thick-skinned to save achievements. He only safely relieves one disaster and controls the plague. Although his achievements are not small, they are not as good as in the end.
The annihilation of the Judgment Army is going to be huge.
Once the White Ghost Sect is really destroyed by An Le and him, from now on, no one in the former dynasty or the harem will dare to offend or plot against them easily.
Because they not only gained merit, but also won the hearts and minds of the people.
However, King Li has an advantage, which was cultivated by the eldest princess and the consort of Wei. He is not eager for success.
He knew that things had to be prioritized, so even though he only met the White Ghost Cult members once along the way, he also knew that they had to send disaster relief money and grain to various states before they could spare their manpower to deal with the White Ghost Cult affairs.
And when he met the White Ghost Cult members that time, he also saw how difficult it was to deal with the White Ghost Cult. If General Qi hadn't come to his rescue that time, or if An Le hadn't brought the wolves back with him, he would have told the truth about that mountain road.
Now that you're on the job, what else are you talking about about your merits and achievements?
Moreover, if the disaster relief money and food were robbed, they would not be sorry for the disaster-stricken people because of their dereliction of duty. They would also increase the strength of the White Ghost Sect and make it more difficult for the next batch of people who came to provide disaster relief and suppress the conquest army.
Therefore, King Li, who was a little worried at first because there was no news about the White Ghost Sect, became relieved after that battle.
Now even if the news comes to him on its own, he can treat it calmly.
After Qi Kang'an read the blood book, he handed it to Qi Bao'er. After reading it, Qi Bao'er carefully folded it and put it into his side pocket.
Qi Kang'an sighed and said: "More than three months have passed. General Qi just left here not long ago. County Magistrate An and his family..."
Everyone understood what was left unfinished and fell silent.
After dinner, Qi Kangan and others did not stay in the inn to rest, but returned to the tent outside. Originally, Prince Li wanted to stay in the inn guest room to rest for one night, but the beds set up in the tent were not as good as those in the inn.
Bajing's bed is very comfortable to sleep on.
But Qi Bao'er didn't let him go and was driven away. Also being driven away were Twelve and the government officials who also wanted to stay in the guest rooms of the inn.
This move made some government officials dissatisfied. It was too authoritarian and overbearing. There were dozens of guest rooms in the inn, and Princess Anle couldn't even fit in one person. Why wouldn't they even be allowed to squeeze into one room?
Twelve was careful and noticed something was wrong with some of the officials' faces. He knew that the princess didn't care what outsiders thought of her, but he didn't want such a petty official to dare to slander his master in his heart.
He quickened his pace and came behind Prince Li, as if explaining to Prince Li, but in fact, his voice could be heard by the officials behind him:
"Prince, the princess must have discovered that there was a problem in the inn, so she stayed alone to deal with it."
Prince Li didn't react for a moment. Why did Twelve tell him this? He and Anle were already acquaintances. He didn't know Anle's temper, so why did he need to talk more?
Turning his head to look at Twelve in a strange way, he glanced at the government officials behind him with his peripheral vision. He caught the look of surprise on some of the government officials' faces before he had time to stop them, and he immediately understood them.
"No need to explain. I don't understand Anle yet. She is always in danger, but she never takes credit."
After saying that, he left. As for what those yamen officials would think, in Prince Li's view, Twelve was a little too nervous. They were just people who were not official yamen officials, so why should he care about what they thought.
Prince Li's words were enough. Saying more would make his master lose his status. Twelve left quickly without saying anything else.
All the officials looked at each other suspiciously and horrified: Is the station in danger at night?
Regardless of whether it is true or not, who is not afraid of death? Why don't they squeeze into the cell with the prisoners? It's not like they haven't squeezed in; usually when escorting prisoners to check into the inn, they encounter the cells that are already full, and they don't do the same.
He could only squeeze in the prison with the prisoners.
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In the dead of night, in the stillness and mist.
At exactly 0:00, in the quiet lobby of the inn, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, followed closely by the soft cry of a woman.
At the only brightly lit table in the center of the hall, a small man sat, surrounded by melon shells and peels on the ground.
At this moment, her little chubby hands were still struggling with the melon seeds. The sudden sound of footsteps and crying could not be said to affect her. It could only be said that not even the movements of her hands changed at all.
She cried for a full two minutes. Perhaps the owner of the cry had never encountered someone who didn't respond to her presence or cry. She knew that there was no point in crying any more. The crying suddenly stopped, and then
The footsteps slowly approached the small dwarf.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...
But if it were a normal person here, there would be nothing around him, but the sound of footsteps gradually moving toward him would torture his heart and scare him crazy.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped not far behind Xiaodun.
The little fat man pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit down, let's talk."
With red eyes, he raised his sharp claws and wanted to give Xiaodun a heart-wrenching blow: "..."
