The county magistrate also knew that this matter could be a big deal or a small one, so he smiled carefully and said, "Your Excellency, I was not able to discipline my subordinates enough. Please forgive me."
It sounds like he's prepared to make a big deal out of a small matter.
Mo Yu chuckled. If anyone in the capital dared to ask him this, this county magistrate was really far away from the capital. Living alive, he felt that no matter who it was, he would have to give him this face: "What if I don't forgive you?"
The county magistrate was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the imperial envoy was so ignorant of the current situation. He was a disciple of the Ninth Prince Yi Qingyu.
"Sir, do you know who I am? If you don't want to lose your position, you should be careful with your words."
Mo Yu didn't say anything, but looked at Gong Wenmin who was looking ashamed. "Do you think the Ninth Prince knew that he promoted such a fool to do such a thing that would exploit the people?"
Gong Wenmin lowered his head and said nothing. It was impossible to say that Yi Qingyu knew nothing about it. After all, Yi Qingyu's spies were spread all over the country, and even the two deceased minor officials were watching him.
I increasingly wondered why I was so desperate to become Yi Qingyu's disciple.
Mo Yu wanted this kind of effect, but it was far from enough and more brainwashing was needed.
Only then could Gong Wenmin persuade the officials he knew in the court to "abandon the dark and join the light" and let him work for him.
After Mo Yu finished talking to Gong Wenmin, he looked at the county magistrate in the hall.
The fat body made him look even more wretched, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.
Mo Yu felt his eyes hurt even after taking a look, and said impatiently and arrogantly: "Don't say you are Yi Qingyu's man. Even if the emperor's disciples appeared and caused such a serious disaster, I will not let you go."
I was too lazy to argue with him and just raised my hand.
In an instant they were surrounded by men in black.
The county magistrate was looking at Mo Yu confidently at first, but when he saw the people surrounding him, who were clearly used to killing people, he immediately panicked: "Sir, do you want to make an enemy of the Ninth Prince?"
This is his biggest trump card.
But for Mo Yu, the more he mentioned, the faster he would die!
Mo Yu looked at the county magistrate coldly. When he fell to the ground, he slowly said, "In front of me, Yi Qingyu's name is useless."
There was a look of sudden enlightenment in the county magistrate's eyes. So that's what it was. But he could no longer speak. He fell down, covering the fatal wound on his neck.
In just a moment, the hall became a pool of blood.
Mo Yu took a look and then looked away. Such a person was not worthy of him taking a second look.
Then he said, "Let those two girls in."
Goro replied, “Yes!”
In just a few moments, the bodies of the county magistrate and his men were cleaned up, leaving only a pool of glaring blood.
When the two girls came in and saw such a murder scene, they almost fainted from fright. Xianglian, who was a little older, held her younger sister Xianghua tightly.
He knelt down facing Mo Yu above and said, "Your Highness the Imperial Envoy."
Obviously, he heard about Mo Yu's identity from Goro.
Mo Yu nodded and let the two of them get up.
"Just now I heard you say outside the door that a bailiff helped you?"
Xianglian nodded, glanced at Mo Yu, and said firmly: "Yes, sir, that yamen runner is a good man. He will not bully us ordinary people like others." She knew that this was the only chance to save that man, and suppressed her fear.
Mo Yu: "Let's go to the prison."
Xianglian led Mo Yu towards the sky prison without any panic.
This is just a small place and we got there quickly.
Xianglian saw that the prison door was still, and looked at Mo Yu with hope.
Although she was more mature mentally, she was still just an ordinary citizen who had never seen much, and she was still very afraid when she saw the prison.
Mo Yu walked in first.
It's not big inside, and it's completely empty.
There was only one person tied to the rack, covered in blood, with a whip next to him, which was obviously a torture instrument.
Xianglian didn't care about anything else and rushed over to him: "Brother Bian, are you okay? The imperial envoy is here to save you."
Bian Yingwei, who was a little confused due to excessive blood loss, looked for a long time before recognizing who was in front of him: "Miss Xianglian, why are you here?"
Xianglian's eyes were filled with tears: "Brother Bian, I asked the imperial envoy to come and save you."
I briefly talked about what happened.
Mo Yu looked at his miserable appearance and said, "How could he be beaten like this?"
After being put down, Bian Yingwei knelt in front of Mo Yu and smiled bitterly: "Maybe I'm not popular." Since he was imprisoned, different former colleagues came to beat him every day.
Mo Yu raised his eyebrows: "It shouldn't just be Miss Xianglian's matter that has arrested you."
Bian Yingwei nodded: "That night I accidentally heard that the county magistrate hid a large amount of grain, saying that he wanted to raise silver to send to the capital."
As if he had thought of something, he clenched his hands suddenly: "I couldn't help but argue with the county magistrate for a few words and was taken here."
After saying that, he couldn't help but cough twice.
Mo Yu looked at Bian Yingwei, who was barely breathing, and couldn't help but frowned: "Okay, let's go out first and find a doctor to treat the wound on your body."
When the group went out, the secret guards had finished searching the county magistrate's mansion and found a whole warehouse of grain in the granary.
After hearing this, Mo Yu immediately gave the order to open the granaries and release the grain, and asked Gong Wenmin to carry out the order.
Gong Wenmin had wanted to do something for the common people since last night, so he went straight there after receiving the order.
After Bian Yingwei had treated his wounds, he heard about this incident.
Bian Yingwei walked on the street and saw everyone queuing up with bowls in their hands, even Gong Wenmin was personally distributing porridge.
He had already made up his mind. He looked at Xianglian who was worried about him and said, "Miss Xianglian, where is the imperial envoy now?"
Xianglian: "In the government office."
Bian Yingwei nodded and walked towards the government office. "Your Excellency, it's been less than a day since you came here, and this place has changed a lot."
Perhaps his upcoming decision is the right one.
When they got there, Mo Yu was busy with something, reading a letter in his hand. When he saw Bian Yingwei, he was stunned for a moment and said, "You just applied the medicine, don't you want to take a rest first?"
Bian Yingwei bowed to Mo Yu and said, "Thank you for your concern, it's just a flesh wound, it won't be a problem."
Mo Yu nodded: "What's the matter with you coming here?"
Bian Yingwei knelt down and said, "I have overstepped my bounds. I want to know whether your final destination is Chuzhou?"
Mo Yu nodded.
Bian Yingwei looked up at Mo Yu and said, "What are you going to do here, sir? You can provide porridge for one or two days, but after you leave, this place will return to its original state, or even worse than before."