He, or rather they..."
As Feng Le thought about it, his thoughts gradually flew to the death row in Xuzhou Yamen.
At this time, a middle-aged man who was only about 27 or 28 years old was sitting on death row in a daze.
The man was wearing a set of gray and linen-colored death row clothes, but the fabric of the clothes was torn to pieces from whipping, and the stains of blood stained the originally unclean clothes. Coupled with the multiple wounds on his chest that were burned by hot irons, it was very sad to see.
This person's surname is Shen and his given name is Yanping. He is from Xuzhou. It is said that he was a rebel who was arrested after someone reported the accident. The numerous scars on his body were caused by the interrogation of the government yamen.
Although the interrogation was very cruel, the people in the yamen were unable to find anything useful from Shen Yanping, and they couldn't even find any evidence to prove whether he was a rebel.
However, in line with the principle of "it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to kill one by mistake", the court sentenced Shen Yanping to "Lingchi". In order to achieve the effect of "killing chickens to scare monkeys" in Xuzhou City, suppress those "unruly people" in the city who want to join the rebel rebellion.
Due to the constant calls of an imminent attack by the anti-bandit forces outside the city, it can be said that "everyone is in danger" in Xuzhou City today. For the sake of unnecessary trouble, Feng Le never dared to talk to Shen Yanping more.
The song "Piaoxianglou Tonight" was actually sung softly by Shen Yanping, who was being held alone on death row when Feng Le was on night shift.
Feng Le heard that this song was relatively new and the tune was acceptable, so he quietly wrote it down.
Since Shen Yanping was not tortured and found out nothing, Feng Le estimated that he was wrongfully accused of being a rebel because he had offended. After all, Feng Le, who has been in prison for many years, is not surprised by this kind of thing, so Feng Le naturally thinks that there is nothing wrong with the song he sings.
But now after listening to the artistic conception sung by Yan Hongzang, and knowing the few words described in the lyrics through many scholars in the hall, Feng Le felt a little scared.
If it weren't for Jia Wenyi's pressure, how could Feng Le think of releasing this song? And Feng Le just hoped to use it to stop Jia Wenyi's mouth, but he didn't expect it to come out on top.
"This is really fatal. If it is true as they said, Shen Yanpingji may be a rebel. If I sing his song now, even a hundred heads will not be enough." Feng Lexin was very worried. He thought worriedly.
Others don’t know the meaning of this song, can he still know it now? Judging from the artistic conception of this song, Shen Yanping will definitely not be "unjustly accused".
However, this song made Feng Le afraid, but also became interested in Shen Yanping.
"Are the rebels really, as the government said, just evil ghosts without emotions who only know how to burn, kill and loot everywhere?" Feng Le asked himself subconsciously.
"If so, why can they sing such touching songs? It makes people's hearts unable to calm down for a long time?"
"...There is not much time. Everyone knows that this road is difficult and dangerous. There are always people who shoulder this heavy burden and move forward courageously without regrets or complaints..."
"...When I was young, I committed crimes and poured my blood into my dreams..."
"...I never said goodbye. Year after year passed in the blink of an eye. What I cared about was the connection of blood, and the flames of war were lit to fight the national crisis together..."
At this moment, Feng Le seemed to hear Yan Hongzang's singing ringing in his ears again, lingering for a long time.
"Rebellion is not only a difficult and dangerous road, it is simply a dead end. What allows you to have no regrets and no complaints? Can you really move forward bravely?"
Shen Yanping's appearance appeared in Feng Le's mind again. The torn and tattered clothes of the death row prisoner were stained with blood, and his pale face looked so weak.
"You are obviously going to lose your life at such a young age, so why are you talking about 'sprinkling your blood for your dreams'? Isn't the national crisis caused by rebels like you?" Feng Le read heartily. .
However, when Feng Le was heartbroken for Shen Yanping, he didn't notice that a strange emotion had quietly appeared in his heart and was affecting him, but he couldn't figure out what it was yet.
"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you?" Wang Li couldn't help but ask after seeing Feng Le's strange look.
"Oh! It's okay." Feng Le, who came back to his senses, quickly replied.
"Brother Wang, Jiang Wei, I have to go back for night duty soon, so I won't accompany you two brothers. I'll settle the order first, and you two can eat slowly." Feng Leyou stood up from his seat and faced the people on the dining table. The two said.
"Brother Lao Feng spent the money, business matters are important." Wang Li also stood up and answered Feng Le, hugging his fists.
"Brother Feng, you're welcome, please go ahead and get busy!" Jiang Wei also replied.
"Okay..." Feng Le nodded and waved the waiter over to pay.
"Master Feng, it's like this. Since your song tonight is very good, the shopkeeper has decided to waive your order tonight. At the same time, Master Yan and Miss Qihong asked me to come over and invite you to the private room for a banquet. I don't know, Master What do you think?" The waiter said to Feng Le after he came over.
"I'm sorry, second brother. I have to go back to the Yamen for night duty later, so I won't go to Master Yan and Miss Qihong's banquet. Please say sorry to the shopkeeper, Master Yan and Miss Qihong for me." Feng Lexiang The waiter crossed his fists and said.
In fact, Feng Le didn't know what was wrong with him. If he could get an invitation from Miss Qihong in normal times, Feng Le would probably go crazy with joy. But now Feng Le just wants to go back and see Shen Yanping and have a chat with him.
"Okay, Sir, please wait for me for a moment. I will bring you the first piece of silver tonight, Young Master." Hearing this, the waiter did not try to persuade him to stay.
"Okay, in addition, please ask the second brother to pack a roast chicken and a pot of wine for me. I need to take it back to the Yamen for supper." Feng Le said.
"Okay." The waiter replied and turned to leave.
…
After a cup of tea, when Feng Le saw the waiter coming over again, he brought a packaged roast chicken and a small jar of wine to him.
At the same time, the waiter handed Feng Le a silver ingot and said, "Mr. Feng, this is your first prize tonight. It's five taels of silver in total."
"Is that so much?" Feng Le asked in disbelief. This is as much as Feng Le's salary for three months.
"Originally we didn't have so many, but Master Yan and Miss Qihong decided to give you this much in order to thank you for the good songs you brought us." The waiter explained.
"Oh..." Feng Le was relieved after hearing this.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Yan Hongzang's singing "accompanied" his ears. Feng Le rushed back to the Yamen as fast as flying.
Tonight, there was so much difference. Feng Le decided that he had to talk to Shen Yanping, otherwise he felt that his heart would be uneasy for the rest of his life.
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