Xia, the fifteenth year of Heqing.
The Chongqing Dynasty had a fierce battle with the Tartars. They used 150,000 cavalry to defeat 100,000 enemy troops, and they were completely wiped out unprecedentedly.
In the same year, the traitors Zhu Changyu and Fang Yuan were killed and their bodies were not found.
When the news was sent to Fengjing, the weather was already getting hot.
Jiuzhenfang's lychees have begun to be supplied in large quantities again. Those with money buy Lingnan lychees, and those without money buy Sichuan and Chongqing lychees. There are endless desserts related to lychees.
Both shops in Fengjing had long queues and supply exceeded demand.
Such a cautious person like Zhang Xianglian couldn't help but mutter, "Let's discuss it with Ru Qian and then open a third store."
Jiang Sheng, who was eating lychees secretly, raised his head, "Him? He has gone to Suzhou to pound gold bricks a long time ago. I am in charge of all the shops in Fengjing. I am so tired every day."
"You're still tired of counting money." Wen Zhiyun licked the medicinal materials and burst into tears. "Didn't you say that you want to open Jiuzhenfang all over the country? No more counting now?"
"It counts, of course it counts." Jiang Sheng ate the meat off the lychee core. "As the second brother said, how can you only make money from Fengjing people? If you want to make money, you have to make money from the entire Dayu Dynasty." .”
This spirit deserves praise.
Xu Mo nodded in appreciation, "The Guanjin Line is in dilapidated condition, the 150,000 soldiers are all damaged, and their armors are damaged and their swords have curled blades. These are all places where money is spent."
"Fortunately, the battle was won, and it was won beautifully. The damage to one hundred thousand cavalry was enough to prevent them from recovering for three to five years."
If the Tartars cannot recover their strength, they cannot attack and attack at will.
On the contrary, the border warriors of the Dayu Dynasty could also rest and wait for the treasury to be filled.
"It's just..." When he mentioned this, the smile on Xu Mo's face faded, "The third son's letter said that too many people had died and there were broken limbs everywhere. He could not find the bodies of the second prince and Fang Yuan. "
Even if someone is found with such cruel revenge, they may not be able to identify who it is.
"If you can't find it, you can't find it." Chang Yan, who was wearing the prince's python robe, turned around, his face showing no emotion, "The merits and demerits cannot be offset. He killed innocent soldiers, so he should be buried with thousands of soldiers."
I just occasionally think about the miserable life of the second prince, and I can't help but sigh a few times.
Sigh that things have changed and people have changed.
If there had been no Zhu Changyan, with Zhu Changyu's thoughts and skills, he might not have been able to seize the throne and rule the country.
With Fang Yuan's thoughts and strategies, he might become a powerful minister.
It's just a trick of fate. Life is unpredictable. If there is a banquet, why should there be a misfortune?
"I can't judge the rights and wrongs of the Second Emperor Brother and Fang Yuan. Maybe some of the methods are not honorable, but there are a few people who are completely aboveboard in power." Chang Yan glanced at the envelope with his fingers, "It's just a bit unbearable to do it. If you do, you will have to bear the infamy of being exposed.”
Such as fraud in the imperial examination, such as seizing power and treason.
History will not show mercy, all black and white will be presented, the cowardice and righteousness of the Tian family, the pride and arrogance of Concubine Ju, the incompetence and cowardice of the eldest prince, and the coldness and desolation of the second prince.
"It's a pity that the story did not turn out as my grandfather expected. I wish my family and friends will be respectful and help each other."
The sun was dazzling, and Chang Yan stepped in wearing an orange prince's python robe and embarked on the way back to the palace.
Ever since the rebellion at the entrance to the imperial city, the Tian family's sanity has never been clear again. Government affairs have been almost entirely transferred to the prince and shouldered by everyone in the prince's palace.
When Chang Yan had free time, he would go to the small courtyard to reunite with his brothers and sisters, but he spent more time in the East Palace writing and dealing with various affairs.
In a way, he was free.
But he was also trapped forever.
Jiang Sheng held two lychees and stared blankly at Fifth Brother's back, not knowing what to say.
Xu Mo rubbed her head and said, "Be happy, the battle is won, the general and the third child can go home."
"Really?" Jiang Sheng smiled widely, "When the third brother comes back, we will all be with the fifth brother in this city, right? He won't be lonely alone, right?"
Xu Mo didn't answer.
"Xiao Jiang Sheng, someone comes to Jiuzhenfang to discuss business." Zhang Xianglian's call sounded at the right time.
After Jiang Sheng responded crisply, he really went to work.
Xu Mo let out a long sigh of relief.
The summer sun was always so fierce. He opened the oil-paper umbrella, left the small courtyard calmly, and took a carriage to the small courtyard outside Fengjing City.
It is not accurate to say that it is a separate courtyard, because the courtyard walls here are extremely tall, the wooden doors are thick and strong, and the door locks are hung with wrist-thick iron chains.
Schmeller stopped the carriage, fastened the reins in a familiar manner, took out a package from the carriage, opened the iron chain with a key, and pushed the door open to enter.
If his younger brothers and sisters saw him, their eyes would probably fall to the ground, thinking that he was hiding his beauty in a golden house.
Taking a closer look, there was indeed a girl sitting in the yard. She was young and as beautiful as a flower, but her embroidery movements were stiff and rigid, like mechanical swings.
Only when she heard the sound of the door opening, she turned her head, showing her too pale face, "You're here."
"These are a few days' worth of food and water." Xu Mo put down the package indifferently, "Live well."
The girl seemed to have heard some big joke, "You imprisoned me here, but allowed me to live well. Do outsiders know that Mr. Xu despises the law and disciplines so much."
Xu Mo rarely talks.
I didn’t understand it before. I always felt that a person should be aboveboard and have a clear conscience.
Until Wang Fufeng passed away, the culprit Wang Yuyao was still at ease. The corners of his eyes were stained with blood. He tried his best to find it, but he could not find any loopholes in the law.
Whether it was Fang Yuan's crime of deceiving the emperor or Zhu Changyu's conspiracy to seize power, Wang Yuyao was successfully removed.
She was a helpless girl, living in the house of her unmarried husband. She didn't know anything, and she didn't know anything.
Until the two people rebelled and fled, the Zhu family and the Tao family instantly turned against each other, and Wang Yuyao just packed up and prepared to return to Anshui County.
But why should she?
Those who persecute Wang Fufeng to death have to count down the days.
Xu Mo used his power for the first time and forcibly captured Wang Yuyao and imprisoned her in a remote and uninhabited suburb.
"I want you to live well, not to let you live." He finally spoke, with an endless coldness in his tone, "For Ah Heng's sake, I let you see him one last time."
Speaking of childhood sweethearts, Wang Yuyao's mask finally broke.
She turned around hastily, her goose-yellow skirt flying through the air, "No... you can't bring him here. Just kill me. If you let me die, can I give you my life?"
"No." Xu Mo sneered, "If you dare to commit suicide, I will go to Anshui County and destroy the Sun family."
"Live well, this is your punishment."
The door closed again, the chains rattled, and the locks were locked.
Sure enough, as long as a person has selfish desires in this life, it will be difficult to remain aboveboard.
Xu Mo took one last look at the towering courtyard wall and drove the carriage back to Fengjing.
