Wen Panshi asked everyone.
Jing Rong: "What? Do you want this king to kill all of you?"
"… "
"If you want this king to have blood on his hands, it's not impossible, but Mr. Ji interceded for you and assured you again and again. This king also thought about it carefully, and thought about it. If you really kill you, then your The 100,000-strong army will definitely rebel, and the result will only be worth the loss. In this case, it is better to let you go, this king can still deduct a favor, and then wait for the case to be found out, and then make a decision."
Wen Panshi was a little surprised by his remarks, but also very grateful.
He was originally a military commander and had always respected people like Jing Rong.
After mumbling for a moment, he suddenly put his hands together and gave a salute.
"King Rong's kindness will be remembered by Wen for a lifetime. Please forgive me for the past. If you and I are serious enemies in the future, Wen will not hurt you in the slightest."
"This king hopes... that day will not come."
Yes!
If that day does come, the two armies will fight, and only the people will be harmed.
Wen Panshi's face was deep and he didn't say anything.
That day, Jing Rong ordered everyone to be released, and the prison that was like squeezing dumplings finally returned to its normal state.
Yamen is the same!
The yamen who should be "mighty and powerful" are still "mighty and powerful", those who should guard the door are still guarding the door, and those who should be patrolling the streets continue to patrol...
Everything was restored to its original appearance.
The people of the palace didn't say a word, and didn't even know a thing.
However, the Si family and the Wen family were still sealed. Wen Panshi temporarily dismissed his troops and took Mrs. Wen and Xiao Xiyue to live in the house outside his son Wen Xian.
Live happily.
The lost disaster relief silver was also found in the cave and moved back to the inn.
Can-
What to do with this money
After Lang Bo settled the money, he hurriedly came to report to Jingrong, "My lord, the disaster relief money has now been recovered. Shouldn't it be distributed to the people? Or buy some supplies or something?"
After sneaking into the secret room of the Si family and being caught that day, Lang Bo was indeed injured. He was punched a few times in the face, and he is still bruised. Fortunately, the purpose of those people was to lure Jing Rong into the bait, so they did not kill him at that time. Just tied him in the secret room, and when Moruo went to dismantle the explosives, he rescued him.
After he came out, he has been following up on this disaster relief.
When Jing Rong heard his report, her brows were furrowed, and she thought, "The matter of retrieving the disaster relief silver must not be disclosed, but if it is not appropriate to keep the silver in the inn, you can distribute the silver to the people. At that time, the court will definitely will know."
"What about the money?"
what to do
Jing Rong was also worried.
After walking back and forth for a few laps, my mind was running fast, trying to come up with a good solution as soon as possible.
"Hey!" He raised his eyes, "This king has a good idea."
"What's the idea?"
"You bring some people, and after dark, secretly send the money to those poor people. Remember, you must not reveal your deeds, and you must act quickly so that no one will see it."
Delivered from door to door!
This trick really works!
Wouldn't that be a good deed not to leave a name
Lang Bo praised, "The prince is still smart."
"Okay, hurry up and do it, the sooner the better."
"Yes." He was about to go, but he asked solemnly, "My lord, there is something else I want to talk about."
"Say."
"Your Highness is here to investigate the case of the loss of disaster relief silver, but now that you have clearly found it, you can't make a statement or report it to the court. If you keep this case hidden, then Your Highness... will you never be able to return to Beijing."
Hearing this, Jing Rong's face darkened.
a long time-
"Since it's a good decision, I won't change my mind."
"Your Highness..." Lang Bo wanted to persuade again.
"Okay, don't say more, this king will repair a document and go to the capital to tell the father and emperor that the disaster relief silver issue cannot be detected."
Lang Bo had nothing to say and could only sigh in a low voice.
As long as his prince reported truthfully, the emperor would order him to return to Beijing, but the prince was determined to hide it, and the road back to Beijing was very bumpy.
Ke Jingrong has always believed that giving up the small for the big is a great talent.
That day, Jing Rong immediately repaired a letter card and sent people to the capital quickly.
Lang Bo also secretly led people from house to house to send money to the people.
For a time, the people of the entire Yufu County were rumored that there was an immortal who saved the common people, took pity on them, and gave them life-saving money to save people's lives.
Some people say that it was the God of Wealth who gave silver to the world.
Some people say that it is a martial arts hero who robs the rich to help the poor.
Some people say that it was sent by a rich family.
someone said…
A mess, many versions.
Anyway, it was vividly spread, and it was spread in taverns, teahouses, casinos and brothels.
Mr. Shu in the teahouse said something even more miraculous.
He opened the folding fan, grabbed the peanut in his hand, and threw one into his mouth.
It began to come with sound and color.” It is said that that night, a certain big man woke up in the middle of the night, just opened his eyes, and saw a light coming in from the window, it was colorful and radiant, and only heard a swoosh, A figure came in from outside the window. The man was wearing a white coat with upturned boots. His hair fell from three thousand to a slender waist. He had almond eyes, a cherry mouth, and a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows and a high nose. On the fingertips, the silver of the white flowers fell into the hands of the big man, weighed it, it can be seen that there is a lot of money, that is the manifestation of the living Bodhisattva to save the people of our imperial palace."
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Everyone who listened to the book applauded.
Someone said, "I saw it too, it is indeed a female Bodhisattva."
"Yeah, I actually saw it at the time. I worked until late that night and came home. As soon as I pushed the door in, I saw a shadow flash past, and there was a bag of silver on the table."
"So miraculous?"
"Isn't it? I think, God must have sent us money to help us because of our pity."
Everyone nodded.
But someone else sighed, "You said, the disaster relief silver issued by the imperial court in previous years disappeared, what happened?"
"Who knows, anyway, when it was delivered to the yamen, it was filled with stones, and I didn't see a single piece of silver. In my opinion, there might be something tricky in it."
After he finished speaking, the man was hit hard by a folding fan on the head.
The storyteller said, "You kid, you are so open-hearted. The court's disaster relief money is not lost. Is there anything tricky? Are we the common people talking about it? You'd better not talk nonsense here, lest you be caught, You send it to the yamen to be boarded."