Peng Bo looked at Mu Yunhan with cold eyes. After a while, he closed his eyes.
He didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.
Mu Yunhan lowered the curtain and told the driver: "Let's go."
She has already seen Peng Bo's future, which is a dead end.
The conservatives lost, and someone must bear the blame.
So, Peng Bo, the magistrate of Pucheng County, is the local chief official and has a man like Mr. Han under his command. If he doesn’t die, who will?
Only when Peng Bo takes responsibility can conservatives escape this disaster safely.
From the look on Peng Bo's face, he had already accepted his fate.
Xiaomi frowned and said: "Madam, do you think he is willing? Should we think of a way..."
Try to find a way to get Peng Bo to turn around and bite Meng Dang so that Meng Dang will drop a piece of meat.
Mu Yunhan said: "He will not cooperate with us."
It is a very strange thing to have political differences and party disputes.
There will always be people who sacrifice, and there will always be people who are wronged, but not everyone will feel it is unfair.
Some people are fighting for power, but some people really believe that it is wrong and are willing to risk their lives for it.
What Mu Yunhan didn't expect was Meng Jia.
But no matter what, this matter is finally over.
In the next long period of time, it should be relatively quiet and we will use our full strength to deal with Qi.
In the evening, Mu Yunhan and others arrived in the capital.
She was lying in the carriage and fell asleep. Xiaomi pushed her awake and said, "My lord is here to pick you up."
Mu Yunhan stood up in a daze, and happened to see Gu Fenglin getting off the horse.
He was wearing a black suit, handsome and handsome, and his movements were neat and clean.
He directly opened the car curtain, took a long step forward, and sat next to her, looking at her with bright eyes and smiling.
Before Mu Yunhan could speak, he was already in his arms.
Xiaomi blushed slightly and exited, hurriedly putting the car curtains in place for them.
Mu Yunhan was so embarrassed that she had to blame him softly: "What are you doing? The more you live, the more irritable you become."
Gu Fenglin put a finger on her lips to stop her from saying anything: "I just miss you."
Mu Yunhan hugged his waist, rested her head on his chest, and smiled: "I'm only leaving for a few days."
Gu Fenglin rubbed her lips, lowered his head and kissed her: "I don't want to be separated from you for a day."
The sky was filled with colorful clouds, and a big tree beside the official road rustled in the evening wind.
There was a man and a horse standing under the tree, looking quietly at this side.
It wasn't until Mu Yunhan's carriage entered the city and was no longer visible that he slowly turned back and looked in the direction of Park City.
The prison car escorting Peng Bo and others arrived a little slower, and now we could barely see some shadows.
He could see Peng Bo standing numbly on the prison car, looking numbly into the distance.
Someone came at a gallop and shouted: "Sir, Master, the Prime Minister is looking for you."
Mengjia withdrew his gaze, silently got on his horse, and whipped his mount hard.
The mount roared and bolted out.
The last ray of rays of light fell in the sky, and the boy lit the candle and retreated.
There was a soft knock from the door, and Meng Xiang said calmly without turning his head: "Come in."
Meng Jia walked in with his head lowered and his face expressionless: "Father, what are your instructions for summoning your son?"
Meng Xiang looked back at him and saw that under the light, the only son's eyes were darker and deeper, and the beard on his chin was not shaved. He looked very decadent.
Meng Xiang couldn't help but frown: "Why are you like this?"
Meng Jia raised his head to look at him and said calmly: "That's how I am."