Zhang Yucong was disgusted by the look of a neglected manager. This was clearly a loss of face for the Zhang family.
Zhang Yucong waved his hand, and the steward seemed to have had all his strength drained from his body, and he leaned over.
The servants of the Zhang family stepped forward to drag him away, and soon the sound of beatings was heard outside. The steward lay on the ground, biting the stick tightly, not daring to make any screams.
Zhang Yucong stood in front of the window and looked out. He still remembered the scene that night many years ago. The fire by the Bishui River burned his cheeks.
In fact, he shouldn't remember this incident, because it is too insignificant to him. The reason why he can always think of it is because that damn woman and her pair of children really made him lose a lot of energy.
Zhang Yucong couldn't help but twitch his fingers when he thought of this.
He raised his hand and looked at it. Facing the moonlight, he saw that the little finger on his right hand was missing a section.
Zhang Yucong's eyes showed a trace of hostility, and what made him even more angry was that there were still people who dared to mention the old things again. This was clearly an offense to his majesty.
So no matter who they are, as long as they dare to go against him, he will not let them end up badly.
He wants everyone to know that everything is in his hands, whoever he wants to live can live, and whoever he wants to die must die.
The sound of the board outside stopped, but Zhang Yucong still felt uncomfortable and coldly ordered: "Hit again."
There is no use keeping someone who can't handle such a small thing well. In the end, he still has to worry about it.
Finally there was no movement in the yard.
Zhang Zhong came in and reported: "The man has passed out."
Zhang Yucong's anger seemed to have dissipated somewhat.
"Master," Zhang Zhong said softly, "what should we do about this matter? The Taoist nun refused to say anything in the prison, and I couldn't get anything out of the old woman's mouth. Maybe... maybe it's really all
Coincidentally, they have nothing to do with Mr. Sun Er's matter."
Zhang Yucong narrowed his eyes: "Do you really think so?"
Zhang Zhong immediately changed his tune: "No, what I mean is, otherwise we should think of other ways... let Shuntian Mansion release the people first... and then we..."
Zhang Zhong made a killing gesture: "No matter who they are, we will kill a hundred of them."
Zhang Yucong looked at Zhang Zhong after a long while: "You are not young anymore. Is it time to go to Zhuangzi to take care of yourself?"
Zhang Yucong said: "Do you really think I care about those two miserable lives? Everything will be fine if two Taoist nuns die? Two Taoist nuns died today, and maybe someone else will show up tomorrow. I won't leave any trouble this time, so why not
Find everyone and deal with them all at once.
I don’t want this to bother me again, do you understand?”
Zhang Zhong said: "I understand, I understand."
When Zhang Yucong said this, he became much calmer: "As for Shuntian Mansion, I have nothing to hide. It was the rebels who rebelled. Even if there are people who want revenge now, they are all rebels. As long as they rebel against the party
Damn it, doesn’t that general judge want to investigate? Just let him investigate.”
Zhang Zhong responded.
After exiting the study, the mother in charge came forward with her neck hanging down like a quail and said: "Mrs. Sun Er is still uneasy over there and is making a lot of noise to see you."
Zhang Yucong frowned: "I have moved to Zhuangzi as she wanted, what else does she want?"
The mother in charge said: "Everything we eat and drink is done according to Mrs. Sun's wishes. We all gathered around to serve her, but Mrs. Sun still said she was afraid and insisted on letting you go over and talk about this matter."
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Zhang Yucong showed an impatient look: "Tell her that if she makes trouble again, let her move out of Zhang's house. No matter what happens to her again, I will not take care of it anymore."
The mother in charge responded: "The second wife thinks that Zhuangzi is too deserted and wants some decorations. No one has lived in Zhuangzi for a long time and there is some bad luck. She also wants to smoke it with ambergris."
"Give it all to her," Zhang Yucong said coldly, "Give her everything that's good."
…
The Song family's small courtyard in the capital.
Song Chengxuan has returned to the study to read.
Yongye stood outside dejectedly, feeling so heavy for the first time.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Zhenren handed the wine bottle in his hand to Yong Ye.
The strange thing was that Yongye actually took the wine bottle, raised his head and took several big gulps.
Master Zhang opened his eyes wide. Normally, Yong Ye would ignore him, but this time... something unusual obviously happened.
This boy, Yong Ye, is the person he admires. He has been with the young master for the longest time and understands the young master’s thoughts best. The young master does not need to say anything, Yong Ye can handle things well, and this boy has almost no shortcomings.
I don't like to be lewd or gamble. Although I don't look like a man, I still...
Master Zhang smacked his lips, but it was precisely because of this that they would feel relieved when Yong Ye was by the young master's side.
Zhang Zhenren said: "What happened?"
Yong Ye lowered his head: "Young master will leave tomorrow, and whatever happens in the capital has nothing to do with us."
Zhang Zhenren nodded: "Yes, is there anything wrong?"
Yong Ye raised his head slightly: "I did something wrong."
Tonight, the young master went to the Taoist temple by the Bishui River to check the situation. He must have discovered something fishy. However, the young master did not mention it in front of them. It must be because he will return to the southeast tomorrow and he will not interfere in the affairs here.
It was really annoying for the Zhang family to interrogate people in the Taoist temple. Fortunately, Prince Anyi appeared and hung the servants of the Zhang family on the wall, which helped the officials of Shuntian Prefecture stabilize the situation.
But just when the steward of the Zhang family was about to leave by boat, the young master suddenly glanced at him. The tacit understanding over the years made him subconsciously click his fingers and knock the steward of the Zhang family into the river with a small stone.
This is the right thing to do. If you don't beat up the drowned dog, you won't let the Zhang family lose face. The Prince of Anyi is just trying to make things happen, and he has not done the best thing. Only by making up for it can he achieve the best effect.
Only when a person is frustrated will he be more active in doing things. This is what Young Master taught him.
The Zhang family stumbled tonight and will make other moves tomorrow so that more clues can emerge.
But when he thought about it, he felt something was wrong. The young master was just here to take a look and would not interfere with the case. What would happen to this case and what did it have to do with them? Wouldn't it be... unnecessary for him to do this? He must have misunderstood the young master's intention just now.
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He turned to look at the young master. Although the young master didn't say anything, he narrowed his eyes.
Obviously she dislikes him for being nosy.
Zhang Zhenren couldn't help but worry: "What's going on? You should tell me."
However, Yong Ye walked aside and shrank his shoulders. He must not be confused in the future and must work harder to hone himself.
…
Huang Qinghe didn't sleep well all night. At dawn the next day, he ordered the government servant: "Let someone prepare something."
The officer didn't understand: "Sir, what are we preparing for?"
Huang Qinghe said: "Hoes, shovels, anything that can dig soil."
The Yamen asked: "What are we going to do?"
"Dig a grave," Huang Qinghe pursed his lips, "Let's dig a grave."