Zhu Cong responded to Song Ying's questioning and probing with ease.
Having said all that needs to be said, I took it off myself.
He didn't know what he shouldn't say. Let Yang Shu guess. Whether he guessed right or wrong had nothing to do with him.
"Madam, does she know what the prince has been busy with recently?" Zhu Cong suddenly asked.
Song Ying was stunned, "My lord, what do you want the prince to do?"
"It's okay." Zhu Cong smiled and shook his head, "I'm just curious."
Song Ying also reacted instantly. Zhu Cong asked this, probably thinking that Shen Qingyun was doing something behind his back.
After all, if we really wanted to talk about who Yang Cong had an affair with in Liangzhou City, after thinking about it, I'm afraid it was only Shen Qingyun.
Although Yang San was dead and there was no clue or evidence about the last bandit attack on the village, Zhu Cong was not a fool. He also guessed a thing or two.
Combined with Shen Qingyun's role in Yang Cong's case, Zhu Cong naturally confirmed his suspicion.
Originally, Xu Qiaoer had already admitted to killing Zhou Bing. Although there was something wrong with the wound, if there were no other clues, Zhu Cong could only close the case in the end.
But after Shen Qingyun met Xu Qiaoer in prison, Xu Qiaoer immediately changed his mind.
Zhu Cong could easily think that it was Shen Qingyun who taught Xu Qiaoer the case.
It's just that everything is too perfect, and the witnesses and physical evidence are very conclusive. It can be seen that Shen Qingyun's methods are average.
If Shen Qingyun targets Yang Cong like this, could this matter also be Shen Qingyun's handiwork?
It seems that Shen Qingyun is not worthy, right?
Song Ying responded: "I don't care about how the prince is doing. I have sent people back to the uncle's house several times in the past few days to withdraw some money. I don't know anything else."
"Yes." Zhu Cong nodded slightly. Since he couldn't get a definite answer from Song Ying, Zhu Cong could only forget it. After all, if he really wanted to explore, he would be asking for trouble.
For the sake of his own life, Zhu Cong could suppress his curiosity.
"I want to visit my cousin. I wonder if your permission would be allowed?"
Zhu Cong thought for a while after hearing this, and finally nodded.
At this point, Zhu Cong didn't want to offend Yang Shu anymore. If he couldn't even meet this request, I'm afraid Yang Shu would really want to offend him.
"Of course, I will ask someone to guide Madam."
Zhu Cong was naturally not afraid to meet Yang Shu in person. Song Ying was a buffer, so Zhu Cong would naturally try his best to meet Song Ying's request.
In the cell, Yang Cong was paralyzed on the bed, his eyes dull.
Since Yang Shu came to see him, Yang Cong has suffered a lot less.
Although he could only eat some liquid food to survive, at least there were people to take care of him, and he also had a bed and quilt, so he wouldn't have to rely on hay to keep warm in the winter.
"Please, ma'am."
The sound of unlocking sounded. Yang Cong turned his eyes to the door and tried hard to turn his head away, but he couldn't do it and could only make some whining sounds.
"Cousin."
Song Ying called Yang Cong and just looked at him closely. Her eyes lost the warmth of the past, but there was a hint of indifference.
Yang Cong keenly caught Song Ying's emotions. He, who was still a little excited at first, became much quieter and just looked at Song Ying with probing and doubtful eyes.
Song Ying smiled slightly and said: "My uncle asked me to come see my cousin. I must have suffered a lot these days, but I can't help. Please don't take offense."
Yang Cong naturally had no way to respond. Seeing this, Song Ying said again: "My uncle has already thought of a way. Just don't worry, cousin. My cousin will be able to leave here soon and be completely free."
If you die, of course you will be liberated.
When Yang Cong heard this, his eyes lit up with joy.
Song Ying saw this and smiled and said: "Cousin, you want to ask Shen Qingyun, right? Shen Qingyun brought his cousin to such a state, naturally my uncle will not let him go, but my cousin should understand that this is Liangzhou City after all, and my uncle also It's hard to do anything. I am Mrs. Sinan Bo. I have to deal with Shen Qingyun in a long-term way. But don't worry, cousin. Soon, Shen Qingyun will no longer be in Liangzhou City. By then, I will be able to get what I want. The child in the belly is naturally the new crown prince of the uncle's house.
In this way, my cousin's efforts are not in vain, but the price for my cousin to end up like this is quite high and heartbreaking..."
Shen Qingyun was about to join the British government. Of course he would leave Liangzhou and go to the imperial capital. Song Ying did not lie to Yang Cong.
When Yang Cong heard Song Ying's words, his eyes rolled and his breathing became faster.
Seeing Yang Cong's chest rising and falling, Song Ying just watched calmly with indifferent eyes.
"Aerodynamics will hurt your body. Cousin, you can just wait for the results."
"Well..." Yang Cong responded with difficulty.
Song Ying snorted lightly, "This place is dirty, so I can't stay here any longer. I hope my cousin understands."
Song Ying nodded slightly, then turned and left.
When she walked to the door, Song Ying looked back at Yang Cong and said, "Just be patient for a while, it will come soon."
Back at the uncle's house, Yang Shu quickly stepped forward to ask about Song Ying's situation.
"How's it going? Can we see your cousin?"
"seen."
"How is he now?"
Song Ying looked sad and sighed: "I don't dare to tell my cousin that he will be beheaded in public tomorrow. I just want to make my cousin feel at ease."
"well..."
Yang Shu also let out a long sigh and sat back down.
"Is the matter really irreversible?"
Song Ying nodded, "I met Mr. Zhu, and from what he said, it's just like what my uncle thought. Someone is indeed trying to kill my cousin."
"Has Zhu Cong ever revealed his identity?"
"Never." Song Ying shook her head, "Master Zhu remained silent and did not dare to reveal more inside information."
Yang Shu nodded, "If this were not the case, Zhu Cong would not dare to fall out with me. The person behind him must have considerable energy."
"Then what should we do now?" Song Ying asked.
Yang Shu shook his head and sighed: "The matter has come to this. I will kill Cong'er tomorrow. No matter what I do, I'm afraid it will be too late."
"Then we can only watch my cousin die?" Song Ying looked a little anxious.
Yang Shu lamented: "This must be Cong'er's fate."
If he were in Xiping, Yang Shu might still have a way, but this is Liangzhou City.
Moreover, the time was too urgent. Even if Yang Shu had extraordinary abilities, he could not do anything in this short day.
At noon the next day, at the east entrance of Liangzhou City.
Although it was freezing cold, the scene was in full swing. Beheadings were relatively rare events, so people naturally came to watch.
"Hey, isn't this my great-uncle? Are you out for a walk?"
Yang Shu was in despair, and the disgusted voice coming from behind made him even more irritated.
"What are you doing here?" Yang Shu looked at Shen Qingyun expressionlessly.
"The villagers gathered here, and I was curious, so I came to see the excitement." Shen Qingyun said with a smile: "I just didn't expect such a coincidence, my uncle and grandpa also like to join in the fun."
Seeing the smile on Shen Qingyun's face, Yang Shu snorted: "Don't pretend to be pretentious, you can be proud now."
"Really?" Shen Qingyun raised his eyebrows, "At least I still have my moments of pride, but cousin Yang Cong... tsk tsk... pitiful."
"You..." Yang Shu clenched his fists and glared angrily.
Shen Qingyun, however, didn't care and said with a smile: "It's true, Mr. Zhu, he has become disabled and paralyzed. Why can't he be more generous? He doesn't care about the vulnerable groups. He really has no sympathy at all..."
Yang Shu was already on the verge of breaking out, and when he heard this, he became even more furious and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"
Shen Qingyun's eyes were slightly cold, "Are you ordering me?"
"Go!" Yang Shu waved his hand, and several of his men behind him stepped forward and rushed toward Shen Qingyun.
When Zhong Qi saw this, he shouted: "How presumptuous!"
Although Zhong Qi couldn't defeat Jin Yiwei, it was still easy to deal with several servants guarding the hospital.
In just ten breaths, Zhong Qi knocked several people to the ground.
Looking at the wailing people, Shen Qingyun chuckled and said: "To get angry out of shame is really unworthy of the status of uncle and grandpa. These evil slaves just let me, a junior, help you to discipline them. There is no need to thank you."
Yang Shu was so angry that he was shaking all over, but there was really nothing he could do against Shen Qingyun.
If you're not good at martial arts, you can't beat him.
Wen's... This is not the Yang family's sphere of influence. Even if the Shen family wants to be touched, it will take time to open up the relationship.
"Feel free to be arrogant. Sooner or later, I want you to look good."
Yang Shu suppressed his anger and could only threaten like this.
But such a threat is too pale, and Shen Qingyun is not afraid at all.
The crowd was so crowded that they made way for a road, and a group of several officers escorted Yang Cong... and carried him up.
When everyone saw this, they all cast curious glances at Yang Cong.
Didn't he say that he wanted to kill a murderer?
Why did you lift a paralyzed person up? Can a paralyzed man kill someone?
"Cong'er..."
Seeing Yang Cong appear, Yang Shu became excited and anxious instantly, but the guards blocked the way and he couldn't get through.
At this moment, Yang Cong was still a little confused and didn't quite know what happened.
Zhu Cong raised his hand when he saw this, and the master beside him stood up with the crime in his hand and read aloud.
"The criminal Yang Cong, on September 21, the seventeenth year of Tai'an, took advantage of Zhou Bing's drunkenness and unpreparedness to murder Zhou Bing by slitting his throat with a dagger. The evidence is conclusive. According to the laws of Dachu, he beheaded in public..."
Normally, there should be a sentence "approved by the Ministry of Punishment", but there is no such thing here.
After Yang Cong heard this, he finally realized what he was saying. He whimpered, but he couldn't say a single word "injustice".
After Master finished reciting, Magistrate Zhu raised his head and glanced at the sky, then threw out the beheading order in his hand and said loudly: "The time has come, behead!"
According to the usual practice, Yang Cong should also have a bowl of rice and a glass of farewell wine.
It's just that County Magistrate Zhu really doesn't dare to cause trouble. He just wants to end it as soon as possible.
Poor Yang Cong, his whole body was limp and he could only let the executioner manipulate him.
It was obvious that the executioner was a skilled worker, and he struck cleanly. He ignored the fear in Yang Cong's eyes and slashed with his knife.
The butcher's knife is sharp, and when the hand is raised, the head rolls down.
It seemed that the blade was too fast and his body didn't have time to react. After Yang Cong's head was separated for three to five breaths, the blood from his neck spurted out, dyeing the white snow under him a magnificent bright red.
"Cong'er..."
When Yang Shu saw this, he cried loudly. At this time, the guards no longer stopped him and allowed Yang Shu to step forward to collect Yang Cong's body.
Seeing that the excitement was gone, everyone dispersed one after another.
At this moment, the snowflakes began to fall again. Shen Qingyun stretched out his palm and saw a snowflake melting in his palm. He smiled and said: "God, please don't tease me. He did not die unjustly."
