Nowadays, it’s just the demon queen who eats people and blocks the north-south road.
If after a period of time, monsters appear in the water to eat people again, and block the east-west waterway, all three counties in Jiangzhou will be sealed. These cities will probably become a dead land.
If you don't get through it, there will be endless troubles.
Therefore, sending troops to destroy the demons is a must.
The new chief, Chen Lin, had no say in this matter. He only gently comforted the gentry and merchants in the city. If he really wanted to send troops, the governor had to be there in person to make a final decision.
Taking advantage of the opportunity for the governor to leave the mansion, Yin Wenjiao saw that the defense in the palace was empty, so she secretly left the mansion through the back door with her child in her arms.
For some reason, she was always very anxious.
It seems that a crisis is coming.
It's not that his own life is in danger.
Instead, I felt that the little guy’s life was short.
These days, many people in the house look at their babies with abnormal eyes.
The number of secret discussions gradually increased.
Rumors from unknown sources have spread throughout the county, saying that the child will not look like the governor when he is born, and may have a different bloodline.
After the news reached the mansion, the servants certainly didn't dare to say anything to their faces. The secret guesses and playful looks were unbearable.
Especially when she met Li Biao twice, she found that the acting magistrate who came from Duchang County to handle business in the county had a very unkind look at herself, especially at children.
The madness hidden in that man's heart could be sensed even by Yin Wenjiao, who was not very sensitive.
"Is he going to kill my child?"
Yin Wenjiao felt shocked.
I was so anxious that I couldn't think of any good solution.
She didn't know whether Li Biao's malice was spontaneous or whether it was ordered by Li Wuding himself.
If Li Biao had made his own decision, that would be fine.
If Li Wuding had followed the trend and even personally ordered his men to get rid of his own child, the little guy would be dead.
"Why, why are you born like this? No way."
Yin Wenjiao was puzzled, looking at the little guy with gleaming eyes and giggling with his little fingers, she felt like crying without tears.
"Can't wait any longer."
Yin Wenjiao gritted her teeth and secretly made up her mind.
"I just hope that what I saw in my dream is true. My son is really protected by the gods and is blessed with great fortune... However, no matter what, the governor's mansion can no longer accommodate him, and no matter how great the blessing is, it can't be worth it." Live from natural disasters and man-made disasters.”
Thinking of Li Biao's fierce gaze and Li Wuding's secretiveness, she shuddered, hurriedly changed into a servant's coarse cloth clothes, and tied the child tightly in her arms.
Covering the head with a cloth handkerchief, covering the floor with a gauze scarf, and holding a large wooden basin on the side, he pretended to go out to starch and wash clothes.
She walked quickly, avoiding the gaze of the nurse, and taking advantage of the noon sun, when everyone was in low spirits, she crossed the street and went straight to the Xunshui River.
The strange thing is that no matter how fast Yin Wenjiao runs, the little one in her arms doesn't make a fuss at all, but feels quite amused.
A pair of big black eyes, looking here and there, very curious.
When she arrived at the riverside, Yin Wenjiao was a little reluctant to let go. She hugged the little guy and finally shed tears.
She cried quietly for a while, then gently put the neatly wrapped little guy into the tub.
He tore off a piece of clothing, bit his finger, and wrote down the child's surname and the address of the prime minister's house. He also vaguely explained that the reason for sending him away was because he was afraid of being killed...
"If the Bodhisattva has spirit and the immortal has faith, I hope the child can be blessed with a smooth journey and escape from rebirth..."
"My son."
Watching the wooden basin enter the river, drifting with the current, gradually go away.
Yin Wenjiao cried so hard that she fainted and fell unconscious by the river.
A tall, well-dressed man with a sinewy face and a tall figure hurriedly ran out from the forest by the river, with a sharp sword in his hand.
It was Li Biao.
As soon as he ran to the river, he saw a shadow, drifting farther and farther along the river, and in an instant it was about to disappear out of sight.
"Such a shrewd woman, do you think you can save that bastard's life by sending him floating into the river? What a beautiful idea."
He squeezed the handle of the knife, looked at Yin Wenjiao, and was about to chop it off...
After thinking about it for a while, he still didn't dare to take action. He let out a long breath of hatred and said, "I can't kill you because I'm afraid that the young master will be sad, but that little kid can't survive no matter what."
With a slight exertion on his feet, he rose into the air and was about to step into the water and rush into the river.
Just as he jumped up, he suddenly felt his body sink, as if he had carried a weight of ten thousand kilograms, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Li Biao was startled. He turned around suddenly and saw a heroic young man in a vermilion official robe standing aside, his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking at him coldly.
"Li Biao, why don't I remember giving an order for you to kill my children?"
Li Biao's eyes were anxious. He looked back and saw that the wooden basin had drifted far away and was no longer seen. He shouted: "General, if the child is born exactly like the number one scholar Chen Guangrui, he must be a bastard.
You are confused. It is obvious that this woman did not follow the rules of women, and her child was not of the blood of the Li family. It is unbearable, so why not kill her with one knife? "
"Really? Then look again, who am I?"
Yang Lin's bones moved slightly, his facial muscles relaxed, and his appearance changed.
The figure shrouded in red robe has become slender, and the face has become softer and more handsome.
An elegant and gentle aura rushed to his face.
"you you……"
Li Biao suddenly took a few steps back and almost fell into the river.
"That's right, these days, you are no longer as close to us old brothers as you were before. Instead, you often talk loudly with those civil servants, your way of doing things has suddenly changed, and your strength and means have become unpredictable.
I thought the young master had been hiding his methods and waited until he was far away from the sight of the Supervision Department before he showed his true colors, but it turns out, it turns out..."
He never dreamed that Chen Guangrui, who had been beaten to death by his young father-in-law, would appear alive in front of him.
Thinking about all the abnormalities over the past few months.
The doubts in my heart were easily solved.
Young Master Li Wuding has obviously been impersonated.
It can’t be said to be fake.
It should have been Chen Guangrui who came to Jiangzhou to take office, but...
"My young father-in-law..."
"He died a long time ago. On that day on the boat, I had burned him to ashes, sprinkled him into the river, and fed him to the fish and shrimps... You two were lawless, killing people and seizing their wives, and you were like a fish. It’s just tit for tat.”
"I kill you."
Li Biao's eyes turned red when he heard this.
The blood in the whole body is boiling, and the evil spirit is surging. His body moves like a tiger descending from the mountain, and slashes down with a single slash.
There was an exclamation from the riverside.
Yang Lin turned around and saw that Yin Wenjiao, who had fainted, had woken up long ago with complicated eyes.
There is fear, confusion, disappointment, and relief.
Really mixed feelings.
He smiled, but without moving his feet, he suddenly raised his right hand and flicked it with his fingers.
Ding……
The long knife that was wrapped in wind and thunder and cut to the front of the throat was flicked by Yang Lin's finger, making a clear and sweet sound of gold and iron.
Li Biao's figure stopped, the blade stopped, and he opened his mouth with difficulty, "How, how could you..."
"How can you be so strong, right? You are a dead man, how can you do so much if you know so much?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Biao and his sword exploded into a cloud of blood mist and dust.
Flying in the wind, sprinkled into the soil, dyeing it red.
