Two hours later, the people on the table were already in a state of confusion.
Shopkeeper Li's wife had left early.
As for shopkeeper Li, he was lying weakly on the table, his face flushed, and he was shouting for another bowl.
"Shopkeeper Li, are you having a great time drinking today?" Xiao Chen asked drunkenly with his eyes slightly narrowed and his speech no longer so clear.
"Have fun, have fun. Have you never been as happy as today?" He thrust his left hand forward and almost knocked the plate on the table to the ground.
The fingers were slightly bent, as if they were cramping, and they were tapping randomly.
His mouth smelled of alcohol, and his eyes seemed almost unable to open, but he was still trying hard not to fall asleep.
"I let go of what was on my mind, and the whole person felt relaxed. In this situation, it's impossible not to have fun all the time. Pfft..." Shopkeeper Li said, as if something was stuck in his throat, he immediately vomited.
One bite.
The halazi, who smelled strongly of alcohol, vomited directly into the crook of his arm.
He rested his head on his arms, breathing heavily.
"It's all thanks to the man who escorted the prince. If he hadn't brought Dongchang here, you wouldn't be in such a light state. Hahaha..." Xiao Chen laughed loudly.
"He, he's not much better. The higher-ups wanted him to escort the prince to Baoding Mansion, but the direction he went in was not the direction of Baoding. He dared to openly violate the higher-ups' orders, but it was so important to escort the prince.
He's going to die soon." Shopkeeper Li muttered vaguely.
As he said this, there were bursts of snoring.
Shopkeeper Li actually fell asleep on the table.
After asking someone to send Shopkeeper Li to the house where he was being held in the inner courtyard, Xiao Chen, Duan Tianming and Liu Rufeng stood in the courtyard, looking at each other silently.
The confusion just now has disappeared, and the three of them have serious faces.
"We can all pretend to be drunk. Shopkeeper Li may not be able to pretend to be drunk. Will Shopkeeper Li deliberately give us a wrong guide so that we can go further and further?" Duan Tianming said softly.
"Looking at him like that, he shouldn't be pretending to be drunk. After all, Xiao Chen had already made him emotional ups and downs before this, and he had already relaxed his vigilance." Liu Rufeng said his opinion.
"The current situation is more believable. There is nothing going on in Gu'an anymore. We can leave some of the captains behind and wait for the official documents from the court to be handed over to the Gu'an County government. We gathered the Shenji soldiers and rushed to Baoding Prefecture overnight.
." Looking up at the starry sky above his head, Xiao Chen made his final decision.
"What about Shopkeeper Li and the others?" Duan Tianming asked.
"He will be detained here first, transferred to the courtyard, and then escorted back to Beijing. Before the case is completely settled, anyone related to the case must be detained."
Half an hour later, a group of fifty or sixty people on horseback left the Gu'an city gate and headed south under the cover of night.
One hundred miles due east of Gu'an County, there is a small village called Yangcun.
It is said to be a small village, which means there are five or six households.
This place is less than fifty miles away from Hejian Prefecture. Although it also belongs to Shuntian Prefecture, it is very peripheral to Shuntian Prefecture.
But even so, for the five or six families in Yang Village, the men work in the fields on weekdays, and the women wash and cook at home. The elderly do whatever work they can to reduce the burden on the family.
Far away from the town, life is lived happily, which is very enviable.
But for two days in a row, not a single person was seen working in the fields near the village.
The sounds of children in the village laughing and playing also disappeared.
In the largest house in the village, there was a middle-aged man sitting. His brows were furrowed, as if he had something troubled in his heart. He was dressed in common people's clothes, but he didn't have the simple and honest spirit of the common people at all. His whole body was filled with this strong feeling.
Strong murderous aura.
There were footsteps at the door, and another slightly younger man walked in.
A hug with both fists was a gesture: "General, if we don't leave for a while, the pile of corpses at the back of the village will probably have to be dug and buried. The flies there are already cluttered, and it won't take long before the stench of the corpses will be gone.
Make this place uninhabitable for us."
The person called the general was none other than Hu Yanqing, who was escorting the prince.
The man who came in to report was Hu Yanqing's deputy.
"Then let someone bury the body first." Hu Yanqing said softly.
"Yes." The deputy responded, walked to the door, waved his hand toward the outside, walked in again, and sat next to Hu Yanqing.
"After staying here for two days, I thought over and over again. Let's go to Baoding Prefecture instead of Le'an Prefecture." Hu Yanqing said helplessly.
"General, you can make the decision. Wherever you say you want to go, our bureau will follow you." The deputy did not have any objections.
"If we don't go to Baoding, our behavior will be considered as fleeing. Mr. Zhang will never let us go. No matter how generous the conditions given to us by the King of Han are, it will be in vain if we have no life to enjoy them." Hu Yanqing said.
"But, we have already delayed our trip for two days. When the time comes, when the superiors ask, how will the general respond?" the deputy asked a little uneasily.
The original plan of his group was to take the prince with him and present him as a gift to the King of Han. In the future, if the King of Han inherits the throne, he will be a meritorious minister.
In order to avoid the eyes of the organization along the way, Hu Yanqing found a path less traveled by.
In these days of having to avoid both the government and the organization, Hu Yanqing began to hesitate when he arrived in the small village of Yangcun.
For safety reasons, Hu Yanqing ordered that all the more than 30 people in Yang Village, old and young, be killed and thrown into the yard at the back of the village.
As for himself, he stayed there temporarily and began to think about his final path.
While the two were discussing in the house, in a wasteland at the end of the village, four or five men with shovels in their hands were diligently digging a pit.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly had the idea that I didn't want to continue doing it."
A man held a shovel and stopped what he was doing.
"If you don't want to dig a hole, or should you just say you don't want to..." The other party didn't ask the rest of the question.
"I don't want to follow General Huyan anymore." The man said calmly.
"It's best to say this less often. Don't stop your hands and start moving." Another man glanced towards the center of the village and hurriedly urged the crowd.
The shovel in his hand did not stop at all, and he worked hard to dig the hole.
After hearing this, several people started digging with the shovels in their hands.
"What are we doing? The good people, who provoked whomever they provoked, were massacred in the village. Poor two children who had just learned to walk were killed by General Huyan one by one. This incident
I can't live with it for the rest of my life." A man was digging in the soil, his nose was a little choked.
"Although it was to keep it secret, this matter really went too far." Another man said.
"Well, even when I faced the Jinyi Guards, the Dongchang, and the soldiers from the Ministry of Justice, I never blinked. But when General Huyan held a knife in front of me and slashed at the old man who was weaving straw sandals at the entrance of the village,
I couldn't help but close my eyes. I really couldn't stand it."
"Have you noticed that the old man has a pair of newly knitted straw sandals in his hand, but he himself is barefoot?"
"I saw that the old man was not only barefoot, but the old leather on the soles of his feet had become as hard as the soles of his shoes. He was so frugal, so I guess those straw sandals were made for his son who was working in the fields, right?" Another man said.
He rubbed his nose and said softly.
"What a crime. What is the difference between what we do and bandits and robbers? How can we wield our swords at ordinary people?"
"Once this matter is over, I really don't want to do it anymore, I quit."
"Don't do it? Can we be left alone? Don't let the hole be dug. We will bury ourselves." A man shook his head, his face full of disappointment and helplessness.
"Everyone, please stop talking. If it reaches the ears of General Huyan, I'm afraid we will all be buried here together."
"Work, work, dig a hole as soon as possible and let them bury them in peace."
No one spoke anymore, only loud gasps came from the pit that was getting deeper and deeper.
