The moment he saw the snow-white skull, the old housekeeper could hardly breathe. He stared at the sign hanging on the skull with hatred. On it were scrawled the five characters "Sinner Yan Ruoting".
How ridiculous, to use only these five characters to seal the fate of the young master. Is this majestic imperial city, this majestic imperial city, treating a common person who loves it from the bottom of his heart like this?
Young Master, you are also a citizen of Beiming.
Cui Qinghe looked at the skull and felt dizzy. He was very skilled in martial arts and had excellent dexterity skills. He thought he could easily jump up the city wall and bring back the Lord's head, but when he actually saw the skull
, but he only felt that his legs were weak for a while.
What a hopeless person! What's the difference between this kind of myself and those weak and powerless people? However, Cui Qinghe only felt an inexplicable sadness and anger magnifying infinitely in his heart, so that in the end, he could hardly control himself.
The hands trembled slightly.
Fortunately, it only lasted for a moment. The next moment, Cui Qinghe returned to normal. He stared at the skull, calculating the best angle to fly up and grab it.
But at this moment, the soldiers guarding the city had noticed their group of hurried pedestrians. They shouted loudly at Cui Qinghe and others.
"What do you do?"
After a period of interrogation, Cui Qinghe and others were finally let in, but they had to be searched. In full view of everyone, Cui Qinghe was not sure that he could remove the adult's skull intact. After all, it had been exposed to the wind and sun for so long.
Time, if you miss it, may break into pieces.
Furthermore, he could not guarantee that everyone could escape unscathed, because he was not alone now after all.
Cui Qinghe told himself that he was not alone now, and the purpose of this trip was not just to bring back the master's bones. He also wanted to find out what happened, why the master was killed for no reason, and to give him justice.
.
For now, I can only inquire quietly.
After the group made simple arrangements at the inn, Cui Qinghe and Butler Yan began to move around quietly. They wanted to find the young master's old friends, or at least ask them clearly.
Nearly half a year has passed since the young master’s accident, but the strange thing is that when asking about the young master, many people don’t know anything about it. It can be seen that they really don’t know. Occasionally, one or two people may know something about the inside story.
, also had a secretive expression, not daring to say a single word.
Cui Qinghe and others are getting more and more angry. In this magnificent imperial city, no one cares about the death of the Lord. The sky has fallen for them Jiang Dong, but to the powerful people in this imperial city, it is like death.
Just like an ant, not worth mentioning!
Fortunately, Huangtian paid off, and they finally found someone who was willing to tell them. The man and the young master were both Jinshi in the same ranking. He was ranked second that year and had a good personal relationship with the young master. It is said that he almost got angry because he pleaded for Xiao Yanlang.
Your Majesty, Cui Qinghe and others still have some trust in such a person.
But even so, before leaving, Cui Qinghe still told the remaining people to be careful. If they find anything wrong, they should run away immediately without delay!
In order to keep it secret, Cui Qinghe and Butler Yan quietly came to the appointed restaurant. It was an elegant-looking restaurant, and the waiters inside were also very polite. They didn't ask too many questions and just quietly introduced them into the room.
.The room was elegantly and uniquely decorated. Not only were vegetables, fruits and meals placed on the table, but there was also an unknown fragrance burning, lingering in the room, refreshing the mind.
The second-place finisher was already waiting there with an anxious look on his face. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw them.
"I thought you wouldn't come. I took a huge risk to come here, but I don't know much, so I might not be of much help to you."
Butler Cui Qingheyan quickly said that even just a little bit would be fine. They really want to know what happened to you back then. None of the guards and others who followed you came back alive, so now they want to know something about your life.
It is difficult to reach the sky.
Wang Bang glanced at Cui Qinghe, and then focused on Butler Yan. During the previous scientific examination, he had met Butler Yan and knew that this was Yan Ruoting's old family member, who had raised him almost since childhood. So this meeting
The son told him what he knew.
"Actually, I don't know much. I only know that when Brother Yan entered the city, he was reported before he could report on his work. He was said to have grown up in Jiangdong City. Not only did he not report the best seeds to the court, but he also raised a
Pile of soldiers. There is evidence for every piece of this, so Brother Yan was quickly imprisoned, personally tried by His Majesty, and executed directly three days later. We didn't even have time to appeal."
"What about the evidence?"
Butler Yan couldn't help but ask. But Wang Bang sighed and stared at him with an almost pitiful look.
"Uncle Yan, do you really not know? It's not because there is real evidence, or because Brother Yan did something bad or committed any crime. The fundamental reason is that His Majesty wanted him to die."
"...Why? The adults in my family are loyal and have never rebelled against the emperor!"
Wang Bangyan took a deep breath, not knowing what he recalled, and his eyes were particularly sad.
"Who among all the emperors would allow someone to achieve more, um, unparalleled achievements than himself? Brother Yan, he is so talented. His talent is so dazzling that it only took him five years to achieve success.
The management of that ghost place in Jiangdong is comparable to the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River. More importantly, it is said that the people of Jiangdong regard him as the reincarnation of Yao and Shun, and even secretly worshiped him in the shrine!"
"Even your majesty may not have a shrine, but Brother Yan has so many. How many times is this enough for him to die?"
"But, those shrines are all done voluntarily by the people of Jiangdong, and there is no compulsion from my young master at all!"
"Don't you know, Uncle Yan? It is precisely because of your own free will that your Majesty is so taboo."
Butler Yan slumped down on the chair helplessly. He never expected that there would be such a ridiculous reason.
Is it wrong for the people of Jiangdong to sincerely appreciate the young master's help in governance? As a ruler, you should not compare with your ministers to see who has more talent in governing the people. Isn't it enough to have a broad mind?
It's ridiculous. Even an old man like him understands such a simple truth, but Emperor Beiming, as an emperor, doesn't know it.
"Well, when my young master leaves, will it be painful when he leaves?"
Wang Bangyan avoided Butler Yan's hopeful eyes and seemed to be avoiding this problem.
"The executioner raised his knife and dropped it very quickly. Brother Yan, he probably didn't suffer."