After retiring from the engagement, God of War was criticized crazily for him to be soft and hard Chapter 276 Give this king another thirty heads of bandits
Chapter 276 Give this king another thirty heads of bandits
Tibetan silver grass is not difficult to find, but it usually grows alone, and it is extremely rare to see it in a large area.
To get rid of the Tibetan Silver Gu in Mo Jingyu's body, a large amount of Tibetan Silver Grass was needed. Chu Qingwan's initial idea was to buy part of it and then find another part.
Although it is more troublesome, there is still some time before returning to Kyoto and there is still time.
Unexpectedly, she went out to collect medicine on a whim and found so many Tibetan silver grasses.
Chu Qingwan lifted up her skirt and ran over. She looked at the back of the slender leaves and saw that they were faintly glowing with silver. There was no doubt that they were Tibetan Silver Grass.
She was overjoyed and waved to the people behind her: "Yanran, come here quickly, let's take all these back."
Yan Ran got what she wanted: "Thank God, Miss, you finally stopped walking around."
Chu Qingwan remained noncommittal and concentrated on pulling weeds. After a while, the basket was filled, and there was still a little bit left on the ground. She weighed it and estimated that it should be enough: "That's it, let's go back."
The two of them washed their hands by the nearby stream, Yanran picked up the baskets on her back, and Chu Qingwan supported them, and headed back home.
Before arriving at the farmhouse, Chu Qingwan heard noises coming from a distance. Chu Qingwan took a few steps quickly and took a quick glance. He saw that the door of the small farmhouse was full of people. The officers, soldiers and secret guards were separated on both sides, and they were clearly distinguishable.
Chu Qingwan felt a thump in her heart, pulled Yingyi aside, lowered her voice and asked, "What happened?"
Ying Yi replied: "Madam, don't worry, it's the prefect who has come to invite the prince."
Before he finished speaking, there was only a wailing sound in the room, followed by a man's crying voice: "My lord! Why are you injured so badly? If you are a step too late, I will be punished by death..."
What follows is nothing more than self-examination. He keeps shouting "He deserves death", but he cleans himself up every word.
Chu Qingwan secretly praised this person for his eloquence. After thinking about it, she led Yanran to the side and poured out the newly picked Tibetan Silver Grass to dry in the air.
In the room, Mo Jingyu leaned on the bedside, his eyelashes slightly lowered, and listened quietly to the prefect Liu Fengyi's confession and excuse.
This man was nearly forty years old, of medium build, with a resolute face. He was a soldier in his early years, and was later expelled from the garrison due to drunkenness. After several years of wandering around, he was recommended to the court as an official.
After spending a lot of time in Kyoto, the imperial court released local officials, so he took the initiative to submit a letter to Ruicheng, and within a few years he became the prefect of Ruicheng, controlling one area.
Mo Jingyu went through his details in his mind, and after he finished speaking, he said calmly: "Well, Master Liu does deserve to be punished for being late. Then Master Liu, why don't you tell me how to punish him?"
Liu Fengyi was stunned.
Why doesn't this act according to common sense?
Generally speaking, when he said this, a normal person should just go down the stairs. Did King Qi really not understand that he had no intention of accepting guilt?
Liu Fengyi bowed slightly and hesitated: "This..."
Mo Jing glanced at him nonchalantly and said, "Master Liu, can't you think of it? I do have an idea."
Liu Fengyi felt a little nervous: "Your Majesty, please tell me."
Mo Jingyu said: "The number of thieves who came to assassinate me is roughly estimated to be around thirty."
"Master Liu insists that they are bandits and not some other force. Then you will give me the heads of thirty more bandits, and I will treat them as if you have outdone them."
Liu Fengyi was shocked and declined: "But weren't all those people killed?"
Mo Jingyu said coldly: "Conspiracy to kill the royal relatives is a serious crime against the nine clans. Mr. Liu refuses to answer. Could it be that the bandit gave him some benefit?"
With his big hat off, Liu Fengyi lowered his head with a guilty conscience, and knelt down with his knees bent: "Your Majesty, those bandits do all kinds of evil, and I have no sworn relationship with them. How could I..."
"In that case, Mr. Liu, please hurry up and do some work." Mo Jingyu interrupted him, his light-colored pupils showing no warmth, "I am waiting for good news from Mr. Liu."