Everyone remained silent. They were all filled with indignation aroused by Mr. Zhou's words, and it was really difficult to calm down at this moment.
After a while, Butler Yan sighed and comforted these old neighbors who had lived together for nearly five years.
"I understand everyone's mood. I am also depressed and angry, and it is difficult to calm down. But in the end, this is just my young master's business. You all have wives, children, parents and brothers to take care of. If you go against the emperor or the court, you will lose your life.
Regarding the matter, we cannot shamelessly drag you elders into the water."
"Butler Yan! But..."
"Okay, I know what you all think. When I see you, I will tell you everything about today. So that you will know that in this world, you are not the only ones who plot to harm others in vain."
"There are still good people in this world."
Old Mrs. Zhou's son and others still wanted to speak, but Old Mrs. Zhou stopped him. He glanced at Butler Yan, and his eyes were filled with the rare sparkle of an elderly person.
He knew that although Butler Yan said he was strict, in his heart, he really didn't want them to get involved in this matter. But is this just Xiao Yanlang's matter? This is a major matter for all the people of Jiangdong.
ah!
Is there another Xiaoyanlang in the world? No more. The honey-like life of these five years has come to an end. This is the miraculous life that Xiaoyanlang has won for them, and it is what they all owe to Master Yan.
of.
The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring of water, so how should we repay the kindness of living?
I can only repay you with this broken body!
Mr. Zhou stopped everyone's excitement and took the lead to lead everyone away. Cui Qinghe had slowly come to his senses at this time. He strode towards Li Ningyuan, solemnly bent down and gave a big salute.
He is not a good person, and it is difficult for him to have emotional fluctuations with outsiders. Because before, he was not an ordinary person in the world, he was just a secret killer who was raised as a weapon. But in this world, there is a person who is willing to give
The purest emotion with him in the world is just human sympathy for another person.
Over the years, no one said that Mr. Yan was just sympathizing with him, but Cui Qinghe didn't care. Does sympathy sound pitiful? He didn't think so.
Master Yan taught him that sympathy is an ability that a normal person should have. It is also a kind of kindness. Although sympathy can be divided into two types: those who are able to help and those who are not able to help, the feelings and goodwill contained in them are equal.
There is no need to regard it as a scourge.
He could clearly feel that this businessman named Li Ningyuan was sincerely doing the best for Mr. Yan, so he traveled thousands of miles to bring his body back. For this, no matter what the reason, Cui Qinghe was grateful to this righteous man.
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"Thank you so much, my benefactor, for saving my family. It is a great kindness that I will never forget."
Li Ningyuan immediately wanted to help the child up, but was unable to do so. In the end, he could only sigh.
"Cui Guards, don't be like this. Since I have this idea, I have thought about what will happen to me in the future. My cronies have already let them go. Even if I die because of this, I don't want my conscience to be forever.
Uneasy!"
Upon hearing this, all the Yan family members gathered around Li Ning and made a grand ceremony. This righteous man not only brought back half of the master's bones, he also brought back half of their lives.
After a short discussion, Butler Yan and others took action. Led by Cui Qinghe, everyone silently packed their luggage and set foot on the road north. In all likelihood, they would not be able to come back from this trip, so they
When I left Jiang Dongcheng, I couldn't help but look back at this place where I had lived for a long time.
Maybe they will never come back after this farewell, but at least the memories here can be preserved forever.
However, after walking out of the city gate, Cui Qinghe at the front suddenly stopped. Butler Yan and others behind felt strange, and when they poked their heads out to take a look, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
Outside Jiangdong City, there were a lot of people from Jiangdong standing there. They stood there like motionless sculptures. There were dewdrops and mist on their bodies, and they stood still.
Seeing this group of people at this time, the people of Jiangdong seemed to be infused with vitality, and each of them lowered their heads slightly towards them.
Old Mrs. Zhou walked over solemnly holding an umbrella, followed by Mr. Zhou's son and a group of young adults.
"Steward Yan, I know you don't want us to go together out of sympathy for us, but we can't just sit back and ignore it. This is a universal umbrella made by the people in our city, with all of our names on it. Bring it with you.
Just take it as a certificate. It is a certificate that Mr. Yan has been in charge of Jiangdong for five years and has achieved remarkable results!"
"And these young men, everyone came here voluntarily. They have already signed a life and death certificate and said goodbye to their families. They have no intention of coming back this time. Don't worry, they will not disturb your actions. It's just,
If there is a need to testify, they are living witnesses! Just take them with you!"
"Butler Yan, just take us with you! We will be very useful! Really!"
"You, you..."
Butler Yan took the Wanmin Umbrella with trembling hands and was speechless for a moment. In the end, he could only sigh with tears.
"Why are you doing this? Although the young master is gone, the court will eventually send another official to take over. You still have to survive on this land, you still have to live..."
"Even so, we have to do this for you. Butler Yan, just agree. If you don't agree, we will follow you all the way to the Imperial Capital. Anyway, we know how to go!"
There was no other way, but Butler Yan finally agreed.
Under the ardent expectations of the people of Jiangdong, Cui Qinghe and his party embarked on the road to Beijing.
When Changsheng heard this, he showed an unbearable expression. Wu Sishang, no, it should be said that it was Cui Qinghe. He stared at Changsheng, as if he was examining her expression.
"It turns out that the little immortal knows that if we do this, we will not end well."
Changsheng didn't know how to explain it. She had seen the ruthlessness of human emperors. For the sake of the great cause of the world, they could kill the people who raised them, so why bother talking about a small official who was so famous that it affected them?
Therefore, this group of people who want to seek justice for Xiao Yanlang will probably not end well.
This is indeed the case.
Cui Qinghe seemed to have seen those bloody days again.
The group of them did reach the imperial capital easily, but what greeted them was the white-bones skull hanging in mid-air on the city tower.
After months of exposure to wind and sun, the original flesh and skin had long since disappeared, leaving only a white skull.
