Seeing Zhang Ren running out, Jiang Yu sighed.
Gao Haiyong came to him and asked, "Why didn't the governor tell that boy that Sun Ping committed suicide?"
Jiang Wei shook his head and said softly: "This boy has justice in his heart, and he is also working hard to put that justice into action. If I tell him that Sun Ping committed suicide, I am afraid that this boy will blame himself. I am afraid that this boy I can't accept it. For Sun Ping, death is indeed a good choice. There is no severe punishment before death, and it is not easy to get a whole body to be buried with his family after death. "
It is indeed not easy. This world has its own set of rules. Although there are always people in power who will say that the people are the most important, these words are just to deceive the people. People in power have always bullied people. Now Sun Ping is trying to suppress the people above him. Although there are Reason, but what he did is absolutely not allowed.
If Sun Ping is released, the nobles will no longer be feared by the people at the bottom. By then, the common people who have been bullied by the nobles will follow their example, and the nobles will never agree.
In this era, no matter how high or low one is, one cannot challenge it. Even if the lawsuit is brought before the emperor, the result will be the same, because the emperor is the greatest nobleman in the world.
Moreover, Sun Ping did kill someone.
Therefore, Sun Ping must die, and no one can change this.
Gao Haiyong nodded in agreement and asked, "Then why is the governor still sighing?"
Why? Jiang Wei thought about it carefully and said: "Probably he was influenced by that boy Zhang Ren. That boy is different from everyone else in the world. Another thing is that for some reason, I hope that I am a good person in the eyes of that boy." .”
Gao Haiyong smiled slightly: "It's the same with humble positions, but I'm afraid this guy has already regarded us as bad guys."
Jiang Wei smiled bitterly and said: "What does it matter if it is good or bad? Our royal guards are just the sword in His Majesty's hand. Now that the world is in turmoil, this sword must be unsheathed."
Gao Haiyong was silent for a moment, then asked: "What if the world is peaceful?"
Jiang Wei turned around and left, but he still told Gao Haiyong the answer: "Just destroy the knife."
It has to be said that Jiang Wei's back at this moment shows a bit of freedom and ease.
…
The night passed.
When the sun shines into Jinling City, this sleeping city immediately glows with vitality.
The curfew is over and the streets are starting to bustle with activity.
As soon as the city gate opened, Zhang Ren rushed out of the city gate and jogged all the way to the forest ten miles south of the city.
The forest is not big, and Zhang Ren can easily find a new tomb in it. The tomb is new, and the tombstone is also new, but there is no writing on the tombstone.
Zhang Ren knew that this must be the place where Sun Ping was buried with his family.
Perhaps he knew that Zhang Ren would come, and there were many tributes placed beside the tombstone, and paper money and candles were also prepared.
Zhang Ren arranged the tributes, lit the candles, and then began to burn the paper money. He moved very slowly, carefully separating each piece of paper money. He did not speak, and just burned it quietly until all the paper money turned into flying objects. Only then did Hui give up.
He stood up and stared at the tombstone, just like the last time the two of them were speechless in prison.
From beginning to end, Zhang Ren didn't say a word.
After standing for a while, Zhang Ren left.
By the time he returned to Jinling City, it was already ten in the afternoon. He hadn't eaten anything since last night, and his stomach couldn't help but growl.
Zhang Ren has never been very particular. He bought two large steamed buns and was about to eat them when he met the little beggar.
The little beggar was also self-aware and knew that he was dirty, so he did not disturb Zhang Ren while he was eating.
Zhang Ren didn't mind it, he came to sit down next to the little beggar, wrapped a bun in oil paper, and handed it directly to the little beggar.
The little beggar's eyes widened. He obviously wanted to eat, but he still asked timidly: "For...for me?"
Zhang Ren nodded: "Eat."
The little beggar took the bun and ate it one bite at a time. He ate very carefully and enjoyed it very much.
Zhang Ren shook his head and said: "Shouldn't you just eat with Fengjuanwanyun when you eat? Look at your actions, you look like a little girl."
The little beggar didn't retort, but lowered his face very low, but his eating movements were still so careful.
Zhang Ren shook his head again and ignored the little beggar, but bit into his bun.
He took a big mouthful but didn't get the stuffing. He was not reconciled and took another big mouthful. Well, he still didn't get the stuffing.
Zhang Ren finally couldn't help it and cursed loudly: "What a profiteer? This is a steamed bun? This is obviously a steamed bun!" This was not only an expression of dissatisfaction with the steamed buns, but also a way of venting his inner feelings.
The little beggar looked up at Zhang Ren and smiled slightly. His teeth were very white and his smile was very pure.
This smile seemed to dissolve the unequal status between them and shorten the distance between them, even though one was wearing brocade clothes and the other was covered in patches.
Although the stuffing was a little too small, Zhang Ren didn't intend to waste the food. He took another bite of the bun and said, "You little beggar looks pretty when you smile. If you wash it clean, you will probably be a handsome boy. I'll wait for you." If you are taller and stronger, you will definitely be able to charm thousands of girls."
The little beggar looked at Zhang Ren and said, "Actually, I..."
Zhang Ren swallowed the bun in his mouth with difficulty and interrupted: "You don't need to thank me, I didn't say any polite words. By the way, what's your name?"
The little beggar shook his head and said, "I don't... don't have a name."
"It turns out you're just a little stutterer. Otherwise, I'll call you little stutterer."
The little beggar quickly shook his head and said, "No...not good."
Zhang Ren said: "Isn't Little Stutter bad? It sounds so nice! This is the name from Young and Dangerous, my brother Hong Xinghaonan's favorite. But yes, the name Little Stutter does not fit your image. After all, she is my eldest brother’s woman.”
Although the little beggar didn't understand what Zhang Ren was talking about, he still shook his head firmly and said, "No...it doesn't sound good."
Zhang Ren thought for a while and said: "Although the name is just a code name, it must be full of meaning. I just hope that all the poor people in this world have money to spend. How about I call you Yuanbao? Yuanbao Yuanbao, Does it sound good?"
The little beggar said: "Okay..."
Zhang Ren was also very satisfied and said: "Of course this name is good, it has a profound meaning."
Unexpectedly, the little beggar said with a livid face: "It's so... so unpleasant!"
Zhang Ren was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. He laughed so forgetfully that he seemed to have swept away the haze of Sun Ping's death.
And the people on the street were all looking at Zhang Ren like a fool. Take a look, whose young master is this? Could it be that you are crazy? He was smiling like a fool, and he was with a beggar.
This picture is somewhat inconsistent, but there is a hint of warmth in it.
