Concubine De couldn't resist Xia Jingyun, who was stalking her.
Finally, I told him the situation.
Hearing this, Xia Jingyun frowned, and his reaction was the same as many people's first reaction, "You've already rebelled, how can you survive?"
Concubine De sighed and told the inside story.
"First of all, no specific physical evidence was found to establish this matter as an ironclad case that no one can refute. Based only on the oral confessions of the Zheng family and his son, anyone can have an opinion whether they believe it or not."
"Between the two, Lu Fengyuan is backed by Concubine Shu and the Xungui Group. If it is an ordinary crime, you can tolerate it. But for things like rebellion, either there is no such thing, or death or even the nine clans are implicated. There is no lenient sentence. Therefore, the Xungui Group will definitely find ways to exonerate him."
"Now that he is in our hands, we can kill him easily, but for what reason, what excuse, and how to face the angry counterattack of the Xungui Group afterwards are all a big problem."
Xia Jingyun felt aggrieved after hearing this. How many people died in this rebellion? The blood energy outside Jiang'an City has not yet faded. As a result, one of the masterminds may not be able to be punished? Or even very likely to be acquitted?
This Daxia is really going to be destroyed, what nonsense!
Concubine De said warmly: "Gao Yang, you are still young, so naturally you are full of passion and enjoy grudges, but neither the court nor the harem, nor the intricate network of relationships, can make you live that happily."
She looked at this adopted brother who was already very satisfied in just over ten days, and observed his reaction.
Xia Jingyun smiled casually, "Ruling a big country is like cooking a small dish! I know. Even His Majesty, who is so high above us, can't do whatever he wants, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Concubine De and Aunt Yuan both looked surprised at the same time. It was hard to imagine that Xia Jingyun could come to such a conclusion based on his background and experience.
Xia Jingyun smiled, "Why, am I right?"
Aunt Yuan said softly: "My dear wife, if you can get help from the young master, you should take a long-term view."
Concubine De felt a little better, and the smile on her face became more sincere, "Okay, now that you've explained it, I've thought about it, and it's okay."
Xia Jingyun sighed, "Are you really not thinking of a solution anymore?"
"No need, take this, go back and get more benefits, and slowly build up strength. Thanks to you, not many people died. Please pay more, and think of ways to avenge them in the future!"
"Hey!" Xia Jingyun also knew that there was nothing he could do, so he could only sigh, "Okay, a little impatience will ruin the big plan."
Concubine De's eyes brightened slightly, and at this moment, Feng Xiuyun knocked on the door again and came in, "Your Majesty, Sir Li wants to see you."
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, the current acting governor of Sishui Prefecture.
When Li Tianfeng saw Xia Jingyun, he immediately became hesitant to speak.
"It doesn't matter, Gao Yang is my adopted brother, he can know everything."
"Mother! I really can't bear it anymore!"
Li Tianfeng said angrily: "You don't know what these powerful people in the city did just this afternoon!"
His eyes were full of grief and indignation, "Last night, rumors suddenly spread in the city. It was said that Lu Fengyuan would not only not be questioned, but would also return to the capital and be promoted. So this group of powerful people, big and small, actually sent people to express condolences in prison. Where is the majesty, where is the majesty!”
Concubine De also frowned instantly, her expression showing a rare coldness.
——
Wang Fugui's eyes were opened today.
After spending so many years in the state prison, he has now become a prison boss, and he has never seen such a arrogant prisoner.
There were at least a dozen or so big and powerful families in the state who asked people to send food boxes and various expenses.
There were a lot of boxes of food, drink, food to relieve tiredness, and food to replenish energy, large and small, placed in front of the cell.
It's just a shame.
Ordinary people wouldn't be able to put so many things on their father's grave.
He gave it to a prisoner, a rebel prisoner, to be raised like this.
While 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 petty official in Zhoucheng. No one who was a real big shot took him seriously.
But today was different. Many masters and young masters in the state who usually looked at him with their nostrils spoke to him in a friendly manner.
Some less powerful dignitaries even had a bit of humility in their words.
He understood that all of this was brought about by the man who was wearing shackles and shackles and seemed to be sitting still in prison, so his attitude became more and more humble.
"Master Lu, please decide what you want to use, I will serve you."
Lu Fengyuan closed his eyes slightly, "Just tell me whose family these things belong to."
"Eh!"
The prison boss nodded repeatedly, stood aside and began to open the food boxes one by one, looked at the signatures on the lids, and began to read.
Lu Fengyuan's eyes were slightly closed, and his indifferent expression was full of superiority.
——
"Young Master, Mr. Xia wants to see you."
In the Wudang Army's military camp, Jin Jiancheng walked into the Chinese army's tent and spoke in a low voice.
Jiang Yuhu frowned slightly, and Jin Jiancheng understood the expression as soon as he saw it, and immediately said: "Then I'll tell him and let him 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. However, the young master had already lowered his head to look 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 arrangements, and he still went out to report it honestly.
"The general holds such a high position and is praised by the world for his civil and military skills, but he is still able to study hard. If the common people are inspired by this, tonight's trip is indeed worthwhile!"
As soon as Xia Jingyun entered the tent, he spoke loudly with a surprised look on his face.
Jiang Yuhu silently put down the script in his hand and said with a straight face: "If you don't stay well in the city, why do you come here to me? The Wudang Army Barracks is not a restaurant."
"Hey." Xia Jingyun suddenly sighed, "If you want to talk about big things, it's nothing. I just feel a little uncomfortable. After thinking about it, only the general's high demeanor and bright wind and bright moon can be looked up to and relieve the worries in my heart."
Jiang Yuhu said calmly: "Speak humanly."
"That's Lu Fengyuan. The evidence of colluding with the rebels is conclusive, but no one can do anything to him, because he is a noble queen and has huge power in the government and the opposition. Even if so many people died, so many people still narrowly escaped death. , but still can’t touch him. Not only that, everyone has to rush to curry favor with him. Today’s afternoon in the prison in Zhoucheng 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 else can I do? Then I thought, there are people like generals, so come over and wash your eyes."
Jiang Yuhu's expression remained unchanged, "You wrote two poems before, which I think are acceptable. If you don't say anything about the matter of making a marquis, one general will be able to accomplish the feat with ten thousand bones."
He looked at Xia Jingyun and said, "I don't care about your original intention of writing this poem. My ancestors, the British Duke Na, were killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It is natural for the descendants to enjoy some benefits and have some privileges."
Xia Jingyun looked up at Jiang Yuhu's face, as if trying to tell from the expressionless face whether the words were sincere or a test.
But he failed, so he said calmly: "I was thinking, how did Mr. Lu's ancestor, the founding Duke who fought out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, regard the nobles of the previous dynasty? And why did he act resolutely? What about rising up? What would he think if he saw his descendants like this?"
He laughed at himself and said, "General, do you know why we ordinary people always think about making achievements, becoming marquises, and becoming prime ministers?"
"Of course I have the intention to live a better life, to show what I have learned throughout 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 and said in a soft but firm voice, "Princes, generals and ministers, would you rather have the seed?"
"These eight words support countless people with lofty ideals to shine and contribute their own strength to this world. But if one day, all of this can only be judged by birth and blood, and this When bloodline and origin have become so rotten that 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, "Do you want me to help you deal with Lu Fengyuan?"
Xia Jingyun smiled, "That's what I thought before I came here, but now, I don't think it's necessary, and I don't dare to ask for a general."
He stood up and bowed deeply and respectfully, "There will be many disturbances tonight, please leave."
His movements were still full of respect, but Jiang Yuhu could feel that some of the emotions in those movements were gone.
So, he sat in the empty tent and fell into rare thoughts.
(End of chapter)
