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Chapter 81 Thousands of Years of Belief (Subscribe)

Concubine De couldn't hold back the stalking Xia Jingyun.

In the end, I told him about the situation.

Hearing that Xia Jingyun frowned, his reaction was the same as the first reaction of many people, "They have all conspired against each other, how can they still survive?"

Concubine De sighed and told the inside story.

"First of all, there is no specific physical evidence seized to make this matter an iron case that no one can refute. Just relying on the confession of the Zheng family and his son, believe it or not, you can have an argument."

"Both, Lu Fengyuan is behind Concubine Shu and the Xungui Group. If it is an ordinary crime, you can bear it if you bear it. But for the case of rebellion, it is either not done, or it is dead or even implicated in the nine clans. There is no light punishment. Therefore, the Xungui Group will definitely try to get rid of the crime."

"He is in our hands now, so we can easily kill him, but what reason, what excuse, and how to face the Xungui Group's angry counterattack afterwards are all big problems."

After hearing this, Xia Jingyun also felt aggrieved. How many people died in this rebellion, and the blood outside Jiang'an City has not yet disappeared. As a result, one of the masterminds may not be able to cure the crime?It is even very likely that he will be acquitted?
This big summer is really dead, what a piece of shit!

Concubine De said softly: "Gao Yang, you are still young, so you are naturally full of passion and enjoyment of love and hatred, but whether it is the court or the harem, the intricate network of relationships cannot make you live so happily."

She looked at this foster brother who was already very satisfied in just over ten days, and observed his reaction.

Xia Jingyun smiled casually, "Governing a big country is like cooking a small dish! I know. Even His Majesty, who is high above you, can't do whatever he wants, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Concubine De and Nanny Yuan showed surprise at the same time. It was hard to imagine that Xia Jingyun's background and experience could lead to such a conclusion.

Xia Jingyun smiled, "Why, am I wrong?"

Yuan Nanny said softly: "Your Majesty, if you can get the help of Young Master, you should take a long-term view."

Concubine De also felt a little better, and the smile on her face became a little more sincere, "Okay, once you explain it like this, I want to open it too, it's okay."

Xia Jingyun sighed, "You really don't want to think of a way anymore?"

"No need, take this, go back and ask for more benefits, slowly accumulate strength, thanks to you, not many people died, give more compensation, and find a way to avenge them in the future!"

"Hey!" Xia Jingyun also knew that there was nothing he could do, so he could only sigh, "Okay, if you can't bear it, you will make a big mess."

Concubine De's eyes lighted up slightly, at this moment, Feng Xiuyun knocked on the door again and came in, "Your Majesty, Lord Li please see me."

It's so late, why is he here again?

A moment later, in the main hall of the other courtyard, Concubine De and Xia Jingyun saw Li Tianfeng, Daizhou Shepherd of Sishui Prefecture.

When Li Tianfeng saw Xia Jingyun, he immediately became hesitant to speak.

"It doesn't matter, Gao Yang is my foster brother, he can know everything."

"Your Majesty! I really can't take it anymore!"

Li Tianfeng said angrily: "You don't know what these powerful people in the city did this afternoon!"

His eyes were filled with grief and indignation, "Rumors suddenly arose in the city last night, saying that not only would Lu Fengyuan not be questioned, but he would return to Beijing to be promoted, so these big and small dignitaries actually sent people to the prison to condolences, what is the majesty, what is the majesty!"

Concubine De also frowned instantly, her expression was rare and cold.
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Wang Fugui's eyes were opened today.

After so many years in the prison in Zhoucheng, he is now the head of the prison, and he has never seen such a tyrannical prisoner.

There are at least a dozen of the rich and powerful in the state, and they entrusted people to send food boxes and various expenses.

There were a lot of boxes, large and small, in front of the cell for food, drink, relief, and qi.

It's almost a fire.

Ordinary people can't put so many things on their father's grave.

His mother gave it to a prisoner, and he was also a rebel prisoner, and he was raised like this.

While being shocked, he was also very happy. As the head of the prison in Zhoucheng, although he still had a lot of money on weekdays, he was just a small official in Zhoucheng, and no one who was a real big man took him seriously.

But today is different. In many states, the masters and young masters who usually look at him with their nostrils are talking to him in a pleasant manner.

Some of the less powerful dignitaries even had a little humility in their words.

He understood that all of this was brought about by the man who wore chains and shackles and sat still in prison, so his attitude became more and more humble.

"Master Lu, see what you want to use, I will serve you."

Lu Fengyuan closed his eyes slightly, "Just read to me who owns these things."

"Eh!"

The prison chief nodded repeatedly, stood aside and began to uncover the food boxes one by one, looked at the signature on the lid, and began to read.

Lu Fengyuan's eyes were slightly closed, and his indifferent expression was full of superiority.
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"Master, Mr. Xia is asking to see you."

In Wudang Army's barracks, Jin Jiancheng walked into the tent of the Chinese Army and spoke in a low voice.

Jiang Yuhu frowned slightly, but Jin Jiancheng understood the expression, and immediately said, "Then I'll tell him to go back first."

"Let him in."

Jin Jiancheng, who was about to turn around, paused and turned to look at the young master in surprise, but the young master had already looked down at the book in his hand and stopped talking.

Although he was very puzzled that Xia Jingyun was so "favored", he never had any doubts about the young master's arrangement, and he went out to report honestly.

"The general occupies such a high position and is praised by the world for his civil and military skills, but he is still able to study hard. It is worthwhile for the grassroots to be inspired by this!"

As soon as Xia Jingyun entered the big tent, he opened his mouth in surprise.

Jiang Yuhu silently put down the notebook in his hand, and said with a stern face: "If you don't stay in the city, what are you doing here? Wudang Army barracks are not restaurants."

"Hey." Xia Jingyun sighed suddenly, "If you want to talk about big things, it's nothing, but I feel a little uncomfortable. After thinking about it, only the general's high morale, bright wind and moonlight, can look up to a few minutes and relieve my worries."

Jiang Yuhu said lightly, "Speak humanly."

"It's that Lu Fengyuan, who colluded with the rebels. The evidence is solid, but everyone can't do anything to him, because after he is a noble, the government and the opposition are powerful. Even though so many people died, and so many people survived, they still can't touch him. Not only that, everyone has to rush to curry favor with him. The state prison in the afternoon today is like going to the market!"

Xia Jingyun didn't hide it, "I just thought, if there are people like this in high positions, what's the rush? Then I thought, don't there be people like generals, come here and wash your eyes."

Jiang Yuhu's expression remained unchanged, "You wrote two lines of poems earlier, which I think are acceptable. With Jun Mo's words, you can become a Marquis, and you will be successful once you succeed."

He looked at Xia Jingyun, "I don't care about your original intention for writing this poem. The British prince of his ancestors was killed from the sea of ​​corpses and blood. It is only natural for the younger generation to enjoy some benefits and have some privileges."

Xia Jingyun looked up at Jiang Yuhu's face, as if he wanted to see from that expressionless face whether these words came from sincerity or temptation.

But he failed, so he calmly said: "I was thinking, how did the ancestor of Mr. Lu, the founding duke who was killed from the mountain of blood and blood, treat the nobles of the previous dynasty? Why did he resolutely rise up? If he saw his descendants like this, how would he feel?"

He laughed at himself, "General, do you know that we grassroots always want to make meritorious deeds and become princes and prime ministers, why?"

"Of course there is an idea to live a better life, to show what I have learned in my life, and to let future generations live a better life, but the deepest thought is to believe in this sentence."

He looked at Jiang Yuhu, his voice was soft but firm, "Prince and general, would you rather be kind?"

"These eight words have supported countless people with lofty ideals to continue to shine and contribute their strength to the world. But if one day, all of this can only be discussed in terms of origin and blood, and this blood and origin have been corrupted to the point where they only care about themselves and not the world. I think it is time for the world to change."

Jiang Yuhu was silent for a moment, "You want me to help you deal with Lu Fengyuan?"

Xia Jingyun smiled, "I did think so before I came here, but now, I don't think that's necessary anymore, and I don't dare to ask extravagantly for the general."

He stood up and bowed deeply respectfully, "There are too many disturbances tonight, the grass-roots leave."

His movements were still full of respect, but Jiang Yuhu could feel that some emotions were gone in those movements.

So, sitting in the big empty tent, he fell into a rare thought.

(End of this chapter)