Before Xie Chen finished speaking, there was an uproar outside the hall, and everyone in the hall had different expressions.
Fang Lihui's expression changed imperceptibly. He couldn't help but look at Fang Zilan, but saw that she was silent, like a doll.
Did she already know this? Fang Lihui was stunned for a moment, and then realized that if she borrowed the identity of Zhen from Qianjinfang, it wouldn't be surprising if she knew that the temple was misbehaving.
However, when Li Shengxuan came to the throne, Master Yuan was there to help him. Therefore, after he came to the throne, he continued to be favored, which promoted the prevalence of Buddhism to almost its peak. However, there must be a shadow under the glory. As long as it can be hidden, it is the indulgence of turning a blind eye.
But now, Jiangnan Zhongling Temple, which is as famous as Baiye Temple in western Beijing, has been exposed to a scandal. Of course, the world will have doubts. Master Liaoyuan is the first to bear the brunt. How can the Zhuge family behind him escape unscathed?
In addition, before the assassin committed suicide, in addition to King Yucheng, he also shouted for Lord Zhuge...
Fang Lihui felt cold all over his body and did not dare to think any more. Lan Mei, is your so-called Baofang family actually such a Baofang family?
Fang Zilan noticed Fang Lihui's gaze, but kept her eyes lowered, as if she was unaware.
She knew that the matter had come to this, and in Fang Lihui's eyes, she was the instigator behind the scenes. This move was to abandon the car to protect the soldiers at all costs, which was no different from a reckless man.
Not only Fang Lihui, but also Zhuge Yu might hate her. Even if she said she had no idea, no one would think she was innocent.
Zhongling Temple... How could Qianjinfang not know about such a case? I guess he just wanted to hide it from her. The only people who can hide it from her are Zhen Mier or Wan Jun.
Qianjinfang hangs alone between the court and the rivers and lakes. It is not easy to maintain oneself, and human connections are inevitable. Even if one or two shameful things were hidden, she didn't care.
But how did Murong Qing know that? Today was only the second day of the public trial. Master Ranzhu, who was far away in Zhongling Temple, was brought to court by Mr. Canghai Liu. An assassination was even arranged, which pushed the case to a climax...
This was not a day's work, Murong Qing's plan came much earlier than she expected. It is very possible that the so-called keeping the promise and protecting the Fang family for her is just a part of his plan.
Fang Zilan was uneasy, but as a person in court, she could not act rashly and could only force herself to focus on the case.
"The land belonging to the temple can be exempted from taxes for three years." Xie Chen said without anger: "Zhongling Temple took this as a convenience and expropriated the land of thousands of nearby households for the temple, and then subleased these lands. This makes huge profits."
Only two sentences, but hidden edge. Let’s not talk about the name for the temple to acquire the land and whether it uses all possible means. Let’s talk about how do thousands of families make a living after losing their land? If you have to leave your hometown, you will inevitably have to rent the land expropriated by the temple.
Under layers of exploitation, not only did they lose their land, but they also lost their hearts. After the war and plague, those who thought they were waiting for peace found another kind of persecution.
It's really prosperous and the people are suffering. If they die, the people will suffer.
"Miss Awan." Zhuge Yu knocked on the door and pushed the door open after Awan agreed.
When he saw the person lying peacefully on the bed, he felt a little relieved and said softly: "Miss Awan has been guarding you all night. You might as well go and have a rest. I'll replace you with someone else."
"It doesn't matter." Awan shook her head, looking quite tired, "I'm used to it. As long as you are Master Fang, you may be seriously injured and comatose for several days. I can just take a nap while her condition is stable. It doesn't matter. Yes."
"Miss Awan, thank you for your hard work." Zhuge Yu put the breakfast in his hand on the table, "I put the breakfast here. Miss Awan, remember to eat it when you are free."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhuge." Awan suddenly thought of something, got up, walked to the desk and started writing. After writing, he handed it to Zhuge Yu's hands, "This is the prescription I prescribed. Please help Mr. Zhuge prepare the medicine. I won't wait until later." Fry it and bring it over."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Zhuge Yu looked at the prescription in his hand, "If Miss Awan has any other instructions, just send someone to find me." After saying that, he took the prescription and left.
Not long after, Zhuge Yu came to deliver medicine and a plate of cakes.
When Awan was serving the medicine, he glanced at the cakes next to him. Several naive rabbits were carved on the round cakes. There were three or two dots of sweet-scented osmanthus embedded in the soft and waxy skin. They turned out to be moon cakes.
Seeing the moon cake, Awan's expression was a little strange at first, but then he said calmly: "Today is August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Exactly." Zhuge Yu nodded, "I saw that Miss Awan was guarding Sister Lan every step of the way. She was so worried that she forgot what day it was today, so she asked the chef to make some mooncakes and bring them over. It’s a holiday.”
"Master Zhuge is interested." A Wan gave Fang Zilan medicine while talking to Zhuge Yu, "Speaking of it, Master Fang really has no fate with the Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, we were on the way to the north, and this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is full of responsibilities. I am seriously injured and unconscious, and I don’t know when I will be able to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in peace."
Her words sounded bitter, but her tone was still lively and playful as usual, but in Zhuge Yu's ears, she felt a little more helpless.
"If the four realms are not at peace, the general will be uneasy." Zhuge Yu sighed quietly: "If there is peace in the world, there will be reunion and joy every festival."
"Master Zhuge is a man who has the world in mind, so he is different from me." Awan put the medicine bowl beside the bed, took out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the medicine stains from the corners of Fang Zilan's mouth, "As long as I can take care of myself I only need one-third of an acre of land to live in peace and happiness. Whoever owns the world, and what the surrounding scenery is, have nothing to do with me."
Zhuge Yu looked at Awan steadily, his expression dark and unclear, "Although there is nothing wrong with what Miss Awan said, if everyone thinks the same as you, I'm afraid the world will be in chaos."
"So I am neither a noble man like Mr. Zhuge, who is the leader in strategizing the world, nor a border guard general like my Mr. Fang, who takes the lead and sacrifices himself for others. I am destined to be a common man."
A Wan raised the corner of her mouth, with an expression of indescribable contentment, "You can do as much work as you have the ability to do. I just need to do the things in my hands well. Even if I can't hang a pot to save the world, I can at least be able to do it. Save some lives.”
"That's true." Zhuge Yu smiled with relief, still looking as clear and picturesque as ever, "If everyone in the world did their own thing as well as Miss Awan, the world would not be that bad."
"You adults, you just think too much." Awan curled his lips and handed the empty medicine bowl to Zhuge Yu confidently, "Tomorrow will still be this time, please leave it to Mr. Zhuge."
