After experiencing drastic changes overnight, Liu Ang no longer had any murderous intention towards the three of them.
Everyone on Jifeng Mountain was talking about recruiting people.
Qianru was afraid that people's hearts would change again, so she encouraged Yu Cheng to help spread the news, saying that Shangguan Yuan's other purpose in coming to Jifengshan was to recruit people.
Although the Liu family and the Shangguan family had old grudges, Shangguan Yuan was Liu Ang's grandson, and they had a sense of helping each other in times of need.
Liu Ang had been idle for many years and knew nothing about the affairs at the foot of the mountain. The only person he could count on for recruitment was his grandson Shangguan Yuan.
Therefore, as soon as this word spread, it became an ironclad fact.
The people on the mountain became friendly towards them and even took the initiative to provide them with accommodation, food and clothing.
Liu Jiajun of Jifengshan lived a very hard life. In this lean season, he relied on eating wild vegetable porridge and wild vegetable steamed buns.
The food is prepared uniformly by the gang leader and then distributed.
Probably because they witnessed the tragedy last night, many people burst into tears, which was very sad to see.
In the evening, Shangguan Yuan and Qianru were brought into the ancestral hall again.
Liu Ang called ten senior generals in the army to sit on the left and right, with himself at the top and his great-grandson Liu Tang at the side. He talked to them in a very serious manner about recruiting people.
In the final analysis, it is actually a matter of resettling thousands of Liu Jiajun.
Most of these people are old, weak and remnant soldiers. They can barely unite and help each other in the mountains. After coming down from the mountains, they go back to their respective homes. They have nothing to live on and cannot settle down.
No one wants fame, just land, money and food.
It’s all because Liu Songju’s previous offer was too good, so Liu Jiajun’s “asking price” was quite high, and they lied, so they felt guilty and dared not agree.
He was even more afraid that bargaining would anger Liu Ang again and cost him his life.
After thinking for a while, Qianru came up with an idea. She asked for pen and ink and wrote down all Liu Jiajun's requirements on paper.
"If you have any requests, we will report them truthfully. Today there is peace and the treasury is sufficient. The imperial court will not be stingy in denying you reasonable accommodation. But if you can help do a good deed, I think the ministers in the imperial court will definitely do it."
If you are overly critical, you will definitely feel happier when the emperor approves!"
"What do you want us to help with?"
"In any case, the bandits from Tongchishan went to Mengqiaoyi via Guibao to commit murder, and Liu Songju also acted as an accomplice, sending people to hunt down the officials of Dali Temple. Therefore, in order to make the recruitment smoother, I would like to ask you all to help investigate this matter.
The truth of the case.”
Immediately afterwards, she told everyone that the murdered censor Antai was her father, and if Liu Jiajun could help search for evidence, she would spare no effort to recruit him.
There is nothing wrong with this, but not all veterans on the mountain are as indifferent to things at the bottom of the mountain as Liu Ang.
They knew that Gui Wang Changsun Ji was the most powerful person in the Xuan Dynasty.
Combined with what Liu Songju and Liu Songzhu said last night, they concluded that this was a person who could not afford to offend.
By accepting Shangguan Yuan's offer, they had already disgraced Changsunji. If they continued to investigate and collect evidence of his crimes, they might not be able to enjoy the good life down the mountain, but would be killed early.
In order to appease people's hearts, Qianru had to bring up her relationship with Xiangxiang and said: "How can there be eternal enemies in the world? When we left, the prince and his wife were still living in our home. In addition, it was King Gui who asked the emperor to reverse the case for my father.
He requested it himself. If he did this, why would he shoot himself in the foot?"
After everyone dispelled their doubts, they went separately to summon their subordinates for questioning.
The ancestral hall was dark and ghostly. Liu Ang seemed to have something else he wanted to say to them, but he kept silent. He just took out his dagger and kept wiping it.
This scene reminded Qianru of the scene when Liu Songju saw the replica dagger. How did she identify it?
Shangguan Yuan also wanted to ask this question, but for some reasons, he hesitated and could not speak.
Liu Ang said that the key to identification lies in the word "Liu" engraved on it.
"The character Liu (traditional Chinese: Liu) has fifteen strokes, each representing fifteen members of the Liu family. Whoever's dagger has a thicker stroke."
"Then which painting represents my mother?"
"It's the last vertical hook." Liu Ang paused for a moment, "Now this dagger only has this point of me. The penultimate vertical hook of Liu Yi's lineage is no longer there."
"One vertical hook and one hook support half of the Liu character. Your mother must have been very impressive when she was young." Qianru just wanted to ridicule Shangguan Liu, but she unexpectedly aroused Liu Ang's indignation.
"She's more than awesome. This beast is unfaithful, unjust, ruthless, mad at my mother to death, and maiming my younger brother. Half of the Liu family's army died in her hands. If it weren't for these brothers, and for the Liu family to leave some incense, , I would rather die than be recruited, especially the Shangguan family."
Liu Ang clenched his fists angrily and shouted: "Shame, shame"
His face turned red and white alternately, looking very scary.
In order to prevent him from getting angry and upset, Qianru hurriedly pushed Shangguan Yuan closer to comfort Liu Ang, even using her hands to calm the old man's anger.
It's just that Shangguan Yuan wanted to help, but Liu Ang refused to let him go, and instead made fun of him.
"Back when your mother betrayed the Liu family, she said that her husband-in-law must be a prince. I am curious as to what kind of prince the Changsun family granted your father after conquering the country."
"My mother did not accept the late emperor's posthumous title."
"Why? She loves face so much, how could she not want it?"
"The late emperor refused to thoroughly investigate the cause of my father's death, so she refused to pursue the title."
Shangguan Yuan's words were like a panacea. After hearing this, Liu Ang quickly calmed down.
He grabbed Shangguan Yuan's arm jokingly, "Your eyes are full of hatred. You must hate the enemy who killed your father, right?"
"The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable!"
"But what if it was your mother who killed your father?"
In the Qinzheng Palace, Changsun Ji said this. When he left the capital, Yi Zhonglun hinted again. Now Liu Ang...could it be that
Shangguan Yuan didn't dare to think about it, but he was also curious about this.
After passing this village, there is no such shop. Liu Ang is already an old man. If you don't ask today, you may not be able to ask in the future.
After struggling for a moment, he finally asked in a roundabout way, "I didn't expect that General Liu, who puts loyalty first, would also instigate the relationship between other people's mothers and children. Is that true?"
"Boy, it seems that you really don't understand your mother at all. She has always been selfish and will take revenge! Your father has someone outside and is clamoring to divorce his wife. How can she endure such a shame and humiliation? ?”
"You're talking nonsense!"
Liu Ang said disdainfully: "The person who restrained Changsun Ji at that time was me. Regarding your father's death, I can be regarded as one of the few people in the world who knew the inside story."
"What's the secret?"
Liu Ang picked up the dagger on the incense table and showed it to Shangguan Yuan, "The inside story is on this dagger."
The vertical hook of Liu character on the dagger is thicker than other strokes.