There was a wild beast living in Mo Yu's heart, which was usually suppressed very well by him, and there was no sign of it causing trouble. But when he saw the yamen runner downstairs looking at an elderly and confused couple kneeling in front of him with a ferocious look on his face, he saw the old couple kneeling in front of him.
Looking at them, it seemed as if the time when he was struggling at the bottom of society appeared in his mind. The hostility in his body could no longer be concealed, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly curled up.
Mo Yu's body and soul seemed to be divided into two parts.
Mo Yu looked at the officials in plain clothes sitting opposite him and trembling. "My colleagues, look down below. This is the master you are loyal to. This is how he governs the country. Do you think this is correct?"
Gong Wenmin looked at the bucket of swill next to the inn, where many people were fighting for it. He had a look of pity in his eyes, but then he became firm, "My Lord, I know I was wrong. I will teach you a lesson later. No matter how you punish me, I will have no regrets. But the most important thing now is how to help these disaster victims."
Gong Wenmin was Yi Qingyu's confidant, so he was sent to supervise Mo Yu. However, he did not expect that the Ninth Prince, who was apparently a wise king and always considered the people, would actually have such a tragic situation in his jurisdiction within just two months.
Mo Yu chuckled and said, "If that's the case, let's go to the government office and tell the county magistrate of this town to open the granary and release the grain."
After saying that, he waved his hand and let them go.
Looking at the people rushing down in a hurry and heading towards the government office, he said to Ge Luo: "Send a few people to secretly protect Gong Wenmin, don't let the blind hurt him, I will still need him in the future."
Although Goro felt a little strange, Gong Wenmin was the Ninth Prince's man. Wouldn't it be better if he died
But since the Marquis had said so, he just did as he was told.
Mo Yu had an expression that showed everything was under control. Yi Qingyu had planned to send him to Chuzhou to provide disaster relief, but he succeeded. He lost the game.
But now it seems that this may not be a bad thing. Even Yi Qingyu, who is far away in the capital and lives a life of luxury and well-being, probably did not expect that his subordinates would be so bold in plundering finances.
As for the people who were monitoring him, Gong Wenmin's performance was quite good, but the other two had evil intentions. It seemed that there was no need to keep them now.
Mo Yu sat alone on the second floor of the inn with his eyes lowered. He waited until there was movement downstairs, then he raised his head with a gleam in his eyes.
Now, only Mo Yu and his group are in the inn.
What caught Mo Yu's eyes were Ge Luo and Gong Wenmin, who were covered in blood.
Mo Yu raised his eyebrows: "What happened to you guys?"
Gong Wenmin looked very unhappy. He paused for a moment before speaking: "On the way to the government office, we saw a few people snatching food, so we rushed over to stop them. Who knew that those people were simply thugs, picking up their axes and chopping at us. Fortunately, Guard Goro pulled me back, but the other two people..."
Gong Wenmin was unable to continue.
Goro nodded, indicating that Gong Wenmin was right.
Mo Yu looked at Gong Wenmin, who was still in shock, and said, "We are tired from traveling, and it is getting late. Let's take a rest and wash up, and go again tomorrow."
After saying this, without waiting for the two people's reaction, he walked towards the room on the third floor.
Even if Gong Wenmin wanted to go directly, he didn't have time.
Mo Yu returned to his room and lay lazily on the bed. A man appeared in front of him silently and knelt on one knee.
"My Lord, there is news from the capital that the Ninth Prince has made some moves and seems to want to preside over the relevant matters of this imperial examination." Mo Yu opened his eyes lazily and chuckled, "Sure enough, he is still unwilling to let go!" Then he said, "Let An Ruochen deal with it carefully."
Masked man: “Yes!”
I fell asleep immediately. I was a little sleepy after traveling day and night without sleep.
The mighty mansion in the capital.
It was already dark, and the lights in An Ruochen's courtyard were on. From afar, a figure could be seen writing and drawing non-stop, looking very busy.
Mo Ranran came over with Yu Zi and saw An Ruochen busy at work: "Sure enough, you haven't slept yet. Fortunately, I prepared some midnight snacks for you. Eat some."
There was something different in Mo Ranran's eyes.
An Ruochen then put down the pen in his hand and thanked Mo Ranran: "Thank you, Miss Mo."
Mo Ranran had a shy look on her face. She coughed lightly and pretended to speak normally: "You're welcome. Master An is also busy with his brother's affairs. I'm just doing what I can."
An Ruochen was not a person who liked to talk to others, so he became quiet after he finished speaking.
After An Ruochen finished her porridge, she picked up the news on the table and read it. She seemed to have thought of something and said, "Miss Mo, I received news today that the Marquis has arrived near Chuzhou. Everything is going well, please rest assured."
Mo Ranran was not told about the assassination attempt on the way.
Mo Ranran nodded.
Yuzi stood behind Mo Ranran without saying anything. After all, it was late at night and a single man and a single woman were together, which was detrimental to their reputation.
But he also saw how the two of them got along. Mo Ranran was affectionate, but An Ruochen was indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything in the world.
Suddenly there was a noise outside, and Yu Zijiao shouted, "Who!"
After saying that, he chased after him at lightning speed, and in a moment, the man was caught by Yu Zi.
An Ruochen walked out, looked at him calmly, and then said to Yu Zi, "Deal with it."
Even if Mo Ranran wanted to say something, she didn't know how to start.
This is not the first spy found in the Marquis' Mansion, and it will not be the last. I don't know how long he has been listening here. What if any important news is leaked
This might be a major blow to the Marquis's Mansion.
Mo Ranran couldn't bear to see someone die in front of him, so he left.
Yu Zi looked at Mo Ranran, who was obviously in a bad mood, and said, "Miss, is there something on your mind?"
Mo Ranran forced himself to cheer up: "No, I just don't want to see anyone die."
Yu Zi advised softly: "Miss, now that the Marquis is getting more and more favored by the Emperor, there are more people who want to bring him down. You must be more cautious."
Mo Ranran naturally knew it, otherwise he wouldn't have left without saying a word.
On Mo Yu's side, Gong Wenmin stood in front of Mo Yu's door early in the morning, pacing back and forth, waiting for Mo Yu to wake up.
In a short while, Mo Yu opened the door. He was a light sleeper to begin with, not to mention that someone was walking back and forth behind his door.
But after a night's rest he felt much better.
Gong Wenmin bowed respectfully to Mo Yu: "My Lord!"