"...So, you admit that your name is not Wu Si Shang?"
"Of course. I got this name to commemorate the people of Jiangdong. Wu Sishang, 'no casualties'. I just hope that the people of Jiangdong can be unscathed. Unfortunately, these are just my wishful thinking. In the end, everyone will still die.
Already."
Wu Sishang seemed to have decided to break up the relationship. He told his secret without any concealment, and then stared at Changsheng with a pair of light yellow eyes.
He just wanted to know what Changsheng saw in the dream. He heard Changsheng calling "Xiao Yanlang", so did Lord Yan really see her in the dream? Then why, why didn't he see himself? Could it be, Sir,
Do you think he did everything wrong?
But how could he be willing to do so? More than five hundred years! How he got through those days and nights by himself, only he knows. How terrifying the memory of tearing apart his soul in those silent nights is, what he has experienced in these years
He has seen enough, so even if the adults really think that he has done something wrong, he will not be afraid! He will not regret it!
Because all this is for everyone to have a day to see each other again.
Seeing Wu Sishang looking at her so firmly, Changsheng had no choice but to tell her the scenes she saw in her dream one by one. But in fact, she didn't seem to see any meaningful scenes. Only that
Mr. Yan, Chang Sheng felt that going to Beijing that time would probably be dangerous.
"Really? It turns out that my lord didn't talk to you."
Wu Si Shang seemed disappointed. He lowered his head and seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts. Feng Jin didn't know what kind of riddle the two of them were playing, so he asked a bit strangely.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Changsheng shook his head. This matter was a bit difficult to explain for a while, and now is not a good time to talk about it.
After a while, Wu Si Shang seemed to have collected his emotions, and he took a look at Changsheng.
"Does the little immortal think Master Yan is a good person?"
"nature."
There is no doubt about this.
She saw that the lives of the people in Jiangdong were getting better and better because of Xiao Yanlang, and their sincere admiration was sincere and without any adulteration. Even the imperial envoys who came from the imperial capital were a little bit concerned about this.
Jealousy, Changsheng is sure of this.
"As an official, Xiao Yanlang managed Jiang Dong very well. No one can deny this."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Wu Si Shang burst out laughing suddenly. Feng Jin was a little surprised. He was now sure that Wu Si Shang had something wrong with his brain.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Si Shang spoke in a low voice.
"So, you think so too. Yes, even an outsider knows that Mr. Yan is a good official. He has done many good things for the people. But in the eyes of those high-ranking officials, Mr. Yan has blocked
Their path. Even the aloof emperor believes that Master Yan's existence has affected his position in the hearts of the people."
Wu Si Shang looked at the dark valley, feeling as breathless as when he heard the news.
His lord, obviously holding such a beautiful thing and wanting to dedicate it to His Majesty, Tian Ce entered the imperial capital with great hope. However, when the spring came in March of next year and the flowers bloomed, his lord still did not come back. This shouldn't be the case. Your lord has always kept his promises.
It is impossible for a person to promise that he will come back and then break his promise in the end.
So, something must have happened.
Just when he wanted God to find out what happened, a piece of news shocked all the people of Jiangdong with the arrival of businessmen.
"Are you talking about that handsome young man? Oh, man, I don't know what to say to you..."
The businessman has cooperated with the people of Jiangdong many times, and he always smiles every time he comes. Only this time, from the moment he entered the city, he has a frown on his face. He even has a faint sense of vigilance.
He realized something was wrong almost instantly. After bringing the businessman and his goods to the city lord's palace, the businessman finally couldn't hold on any longer and opened a large wooden box with red eyes.
Before he opened it, he felt something was wrong. Why did this box smell like corpse?
However, he forced down the bad suspicion in his mind and went to see what was in the box. However, when he saw it for the first time, he couldn't help but freeze on the spot.
It was a rotten headless corpse pickled with lime. The corpse was wearing a white prison uniform without any markings. Because of its slender body, it was almost forced to curl up in this wooden box. The white prison uniform had actually been
It can't be considered white, after all, it has a lot of dark brown blood stains on it.
He looked at the headless corpse that had obviously been tortured, and for a moment he didn't understand what the businessman meant.
"You, this, what does this mean..."
"My lord——"
At this moment, several shrill cries of pain came from, ah, it was Aunt Li from the kitchen, the old housekeeper who had served you for almost half of your life, and several maids. Why were they in so much pain? Why did they look like
, almost unable to survive?
He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know!
A vague guess emerged in his mind, but he refused to accept it. At this moment, the businessman himself couldn't help but burst into tears. He traveled all over the country and met countless people. Among those officials, there were not even a thousand people he met.
There are hundreds. But there has never been one who can truly put himself in the shoes of the people like Xiao Yanlang. He has been to Jiangdong City many times, and every time he comes, there are new changes.
These days, as long as someone really wants to live, who doesn’t like an official like Xiao Yanlang? What a pity, what a pity——
"When I received the news, Mr. Yan's body had been dumped in a mass grave for half a month. Fortunately, God had mercy and prevented him from being bitten by wild dogs. In the imperial capital, people are not allowed to collect his bones. I
I tried my best, but I can only bring back this half of the corpse, the head, the head..."
When he said this, Merchant Li, who was used to seeing the dangerous world, couldn't help crying.
"The head is still hanging on the city wall. His Majesty personally issued an order to hang it on the city wall for one year so that it can be exposed to the weather and disappear into smoke. No one is allowed to collect his bones for him..."
"The Imperial Capital City, with its thousands of years of history, cannot accommodate a good official like Mr. Yan?"
"Being corrupt and perverting the law, with evil intentions, clashing with the emperor, and intending to rebel..."
"Poor Master Yan, he is so proud and has a breeze on his sleeves. Even I, a passerby, know that, but in the imperial capital, there are actually deaf and blind people all over the city. No one is willing to investigate, so he killed a good official like this.
It’s—”
"The sky has no eyes, so there is no room in this world for a good official who truly cares about the people -"
