Ye Sangeng did not give any explanation for Liangwei's misunderstanding.
No one can control what other people say or how angry they say.
Therefore, he had no intention of telling Liangwei the truth at first. He turned around and left without saying a word from beginning to end.
Yue Qingfeng, who had obviously noticed from Su Liuyin's cry just now, and with many years of experience in handling cases, also realized that there must be some unexplainable reasons for going to see Liangwei before leaving in the middle of the night.
After leaving the Jingzhao Mansion Yamen, the two returned the same way.
The two of them didn't have so many scruples. Yue Qingfeng got straight to the point, "Did you see something?"
Anticipating this question, Ye San did not want to hide anything, and said bluntly: "It's not that I saw anything, I overheard some news by mistake the previous day, so I am interested in this case now. I can clarify it for you."
Yue Qingfeng looked at Midnight with deep meaning and said narrowly: "Which lady are you climbing over the wall to let you meet..."
"Get out of here."
Ye Sangen choked unceremoniously, causing some passers-by to turn their heads.
"I don't blame you for being kicked out of the house. If I were Mr. Yue, I could beat you to death."
Yue Qingfengtian was shameless and walked forward with a smile, looking like a scoundrel, "Then why are you eavesdropping?"
Although the relationship was close, Yue Qingfeng's identity was here, and she still felt a little guilty in the middle of the night. After all, it was not very honorable to go over the wall to someone else's house.
Then he told Yue Qingfeng everything he had overheard at Mo Ying's house the night before, down to the smallest details.
As a catcher, he started from the lowest level as a fast-hand catcher and never relied on his family connections. Step by step, he now leads the Jingzhao Mansion and oversees hundreds of young yamen servants. His meticulous thinking is naturally incomparable to others.
Knowing the whole story at a glance, Yue Qingfeng listened quietly to the late night story and drew inferences in his mind. He finally understood some of the things he couldn't figure out. Yue Qingfeng said: "So, in the final analysis, it's dog bites dog. In the face of interests, it all depends on who is more capable." , whose methods are ruthless. However, Liangwei misunderstood that you were dealing with him, which is indeed quite unfair."
Ye Sangeng was a little upset about Liangwei's misunderstanding, and said angrily: "It's not surprising that he can have conflicts with Mo Ying. With his biased temperament and self-righteousness, even if Mo Ying doesn't deal with him, sooner or later he will offend someone. Even a powerful person can kill him."
Yue Qingfeng disagreed and said: "Don't look down on Liangwei. Two generations of them have been operating in the capital for a long time, and their connections are extraordinary. I remember that two years ago, his horse was frightened and went up Zhuque Street. According to the law, it should be After being imprisoned, the Sixteenth Prince finally came forward and begged the Holy One, so he would not be held accountable, which shows that he is also somewhat familiar with the matter."
"Sixteenth Prince?"
In the middle of the night, I really didn’t expect that Liangwei, or rather Liangjia, could have such a big partner.
The Sixteenth Prince is a concubine, and the youngest of the Zhou royal family. In a few months, the coming-of-age ceremony will be held, and he will be awarded a title. It is estimated that he will rush to the fiefdom soon. There was news in the palace that the title will be awarded to the richest prince. Suzhou and Hangzhou areas.
Just because Emperor Wen Sheng loved him to the extent of doting on him, if it weren't for the incompatibility with etiquette, he might not be allowed to leave the capital.
The Sixteenth Prince has been very good at poetry and writing since he was a child, and has a photographic memory. He can read a thousand-character essays at the age of three, recite Liujia at the age of five, observe hundreds of schools at the age of six, and learn a good swordsmanship from Auntie Nie, the master of swordsmanship in Beijing, at the age of ten. Sword dance is often performed during grand banquets in the palace, with sleeves fluttering and swords chanting in all directions. She has mastered the six skills in her hair-tied years, and is even more favored by ladies. For this reason, let alone the Holy One, even if there are so many beauties in the palace, who wouldn't like him?
After that, the 16th prince became even more capable of enjoying himself. He often talked about "drunk and singing wildly in the world, having fun among flowers and sleeping in the moonlight." Even though he was only 18 years old, he imitated the sages as early as 12 or 13 years old. In the house gifted by the Holy Spirit in Leyouyuanli, many literati from the capital were invited to drink wine and recite poems.
In the middle of the night, I really couldn't understand how such an elegant person could get together with Liangwei.
Looking at his expression and knowing what he was thinking, Yue Qingfeng dodged several children chasing and playing with lanterns, and said: "I was very puzzled at first, but later I heard that Liangwei likes to be literary but not martial, and he is a veritable scholar and poet. He often behaves in an arty manner after drinking, and his behavior will not be associated with the world."
Ye San Geng couldn't help but be astonished, it's true that people can't be judged by their appearance, but the sea water can't be measured.
Yue Qingfeng analyzed it from a public perspective: "But Mo Ying is indeed a bit unscrupulous. He would kill for such a house, and he doesn't have any deep grudges. He is also a bit unscrupulous in what he does."
However, in the third night of the night, he said with emotion: "Since ancient times, winners and losers have always been the winners. The number one winner has always been the one riding the big horse. I have never seen the number two winner wearing a red flower. No matter what means he uses, as the old saying goes. Well, black cats and white cats, any cat that can catch mice is a good cat, and a hero is not judged by his means."
Yue Qingfeng chuckled, "The key point is that Mo Ying is still young. When he first arrived, he wanted to gain some fame. He was too eager to achieve success. If he can stand in the vanity fair of the capital for several years, how many good people will he get along with? He is not used to being the master of the three-acre land in Yongzhou. He thinks that those who have no reputation in the capital are soft persimmons. I am afraid that I may have misjudged him this time. The Sixteenth Prince is busy with adult ceremonies these days, and he probably has a lot of entertainment, so he has a lot of free time. If Liangwei intervenes to mediate, he will not be able to escape the blame for his crimes, but he can also minimize the big problem. At worst, he can go back to his hometown, and Mo Ying will lose his reputation."
Ye Sangen nodded in agreement, "Mo Ying is just a house with good feng shui. If the purpose is achieved, it won't be too dangerous to kill people."
Yue Qingfeng remembered something, changed the subject, and said: "Then again, Liangwei thinks that you are the one who caused the obstruction. If he is really dealt with lightly, I am afraid that he will target you later. You should have told the truth just now. Him, to save you trouble later."
Ye San even disagreed, "So I'm not in a hurry to fish out that boy Su Liuyin. I've already pointed him out just now. If these two people are next to each other, Liangwei will definitely ask him. Su Liuyin doesn't have any evil intentions. I'm afraid When you meet Liangwei, an old fox, you can figure it out in just a few words. No need for me to explain it, Liangwei will naturally point the finger at Mo Ying."
Yue Qingfeng joked: "Sure enough, those who are close to ink are black and those who are close to vermillion are red. Following Ye Laoer, you will be smarter."
Ye Sangen rolled his eyes, laughed and cursed, "Go away."
The original intention was to invite Yue Qingfeng to have a drink. However, this man who had no "home" to return to saw the flowers and willows in Pingkangbei from a distance and flatly refused. Knowing that he had committed the old habit again, he no longer stopped watching late at night. Invite me to say goodbye to Yue Qingfeng.
Returning to the small courtyard under the apricot tree, I didn't rush in. With a thought in my heart, I turned around and went to Mo Mansion in the middle of the night.
He still climbed over the wall and went to Mo Ying's bedroom without alerting the enemy. He tiptoed in the middle of the night.
Opening the door quietly and stepping in, Mo Ying asked "who" it was.
This was really unexpected. It was obvious that he had taken great care but was still discovered. In the middle of the night, he had to re-examine the skills of this barbarian envoy.
With a movement of his feet, he moved forward and reached the head of the bed in the blink of an eye. There was a flash of cold light in the night. Ye San Geng hurriedly moved away to avoid it. With lightning speed, he ducked down and approached again. Suddenly, the sound of a sword sounded in his ears. Ye San Geng had to retreat. .
It was obvious that the opponent had been alarmed, and things would change later. Ye San did not dare to delay. The energy in his body was circulating, and the inner energy came out. He punched the opponent's long sword, and took advantage of the gap where the sword was deflected to one side. Turning his fist into a claw, he held down his sword-holding wrist with one hand, grabbed his collar with the other hand, and pressed him against the wall.
The confrontation lasted only a moment, but it was too late in reality. Mo Ying, who was pressed against the wall and could not move, said, "Who are you? Are you seeking money?"
Not worried that his identity would be exposed in such a dark night, Ye San even deliberately lowered his voice and said: "I'm not asking for money or my life, I just came to discuss something with you."
Feeling that the opponent's hand was slightly weakened, Mo Ying let out a long sigh but did not speak.
Of course it won't be a discussion, Ye Sangeng continued: "I can't control what you want to do, but what you did today, dragging some women into the game, is a bit too much?"
Mo Ying remained silent.
After a brief pause, unable to wait for the other party's reply, Ye San Geng added: "For the good family's house, you can use any means. The means that can win are never good or bad. They are just using women to do things. You said wait As long as your goal is achieved, regardless of whether Liangwei is dead or alive, where is the innocence of these women? How will they get married in the future?"
It was obvious that Mo Ying's breathing had slowed down, and he was probably deep in thought. He said in the middle of the night: "Whether you are doing it for that house or just entering the capital to gain some fame, I advise you to be kind and do whatever it takes to kill others and harm others. Not beneficial to oneself.”
Mo Ying, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up, "Visiting late at night, just to give lectures?"
Slowly closing his hands, pulling away, Ye San Geng said: "Leave a thin line in life, it is easy to meet each other in the world. With so many people involved, if you accidentally offend any Buddha, I am afraid that you will be involved as well. That's it for now, you should understand why the enemy must be defeated."
"who are you?"
It was impossible to answer this question, so he turned around and left in the middle of the night.
In the darkness of the night, Mo Ying's eyebrows knitted together, the sword in his hand was thrown aside casually, and he randomly guessed the identity of the person coming.
Obviously, when Mo Ying thinks about it, the most likely possibility is that some connections behind Mo Ying can help him. This last sentence already explains everything.
He just started the phone call by saying that he was using a woman as a means of cheating. No matter how he said it, he was not as shameless as Liangwei who deceived the woman.
After much deliberation, I still couldn't figure it out. There was a watchman outside banging the clapper, indicating that Haishi had arrived.
Mo Ying woke up suddenly. He didn't even have time to change his clothes. He ran out of the house and then out of the yard, looking westward at the small yard under the apricot tree.
Not far away, more than ten feet apart, their outlines were blurry in the night.
"It can't be him, right?"
After muttering to himself, a meaningful smile appeared on Mo Ying's lips, "You took the bait so quickly?"
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Qizhou.
Fuying Langren and Mr. Jiahui, who coughed slightly from time to time, walked side by side along the shore. The boatman still holding the bamboo pole was more than ten feet behind, no more, no less, neither fast nor slow.
The cotton robe still could not withstand the cold chill of the night. Mr. Jia Hui, whose body was obviously weak, could not help but shiver, and his face looked slightly haggard.
The two of them didn't seem to be talking to each other, and they were chatting randomly.
Fu Yinglang said forbearingly: "I still don't understand. Back then, the martial artist from their family came to your land and killed eighteen people. Why did your emperor ignore it? Let them do whatever they want?"
The frail and sickly man sucked in his nose, which was red from the cold. He was obviously thinking about the incident that his family was ashamed of, and his voice was slightly harsh, just like this season, cold and sinister.
"When Emperor Wen Sheng ascended the throne for the first time, he was an assistant minister. Since his daughter-in-law died, it was up to them to deal with it. As long as nothing major happens and he can live up to his reputation, the major issue will be reduced to a trivial matter."
Fu Yinglang couldn't help but be puzzled, "If this were in our country, and people's lives were treated so carelessly, I'm afraid they would have been demoted to common people and slaves for generations."
The man chuckled bitterly, "The patron king, a king with a different surname, is the only one in the dynasty for more than a hundred years. The late emperor appointed him to assist the government, but Emperor Wen Sheng did not dare."
Regarding this ignorant Fu Ying Lang Ren, the man turned his head and said casually: "Just like your Imperial Master, you also do things secretly and don't dare to avenge that one glance in person."
The man's sarcasm towards his imperial master helped Yinglang endure his anger and dare not say anything, and then asked: "Then it was your Bai family who did it?"
The man did not answer directly, "It is said that the former emperor Wu Jiandi was excellent in martial arts and neglected civil administration, but when it comes to means, haha, how can the king of a country be something that ordinary people can think of?"
Unable to figure out the meaning of this sentence, Fu Yinglang reluctantly asked, "What do I need to do next?"
"Add a little fire to lure you into the urn."
