After analyzing all the pros and cons, Chen Zian looked at Mo Yu eagerly.
Mo Yu glanced at him nonchalantly: "Chen Zian, do you know who I am?"
Chen Zian shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.
Is he really confused in his heart
Mo Yu really laughed this time. How could there be such a fool under Yi Qingyu's command
"I am the mighty Marquis Mo Yu."
Mo Yu's voice was very calm, but it shocked Chen Zian so much that he didn't know what to say.
I opened my mouth again and again but no words came out.
How could Chen Zian not have heard of the name of Mo Yu, a man who now calls the shots in the court? It must be said that this was a very strange misunderstanding.
Yi Qingyu felt that with Chen Zian's caution when he was in the capital, he would definitely investigate the candidate for the imperial envoy. Chen Zian felt that since Yi Qingyu did not mention it, he would definitely send someone at random.
Even when Chen Zian was brought out, he hadn't reacted yet.
How come the person who came is Mo Yu
In fact, it was also Chen Zian's fault that he had been flattered for so many years that he had already become the local emperor of Chuzhou, and his heart had long been floating.
When Mo Yu had Chen Zian tied up, he waved his hand and let the extra people go away. Only Mo Yu and Chen Zian were left.
But one person stood and the other was helped.
Chen Zian's body, which had been pampered for many years, couldn't help but tremble.
Mo Yu's originally gentle expression slowly became more and more weird. His peach blossom eyes, which had always been calm, were filled with madness, with only a hint of consciousness. His hands slowly and intimately stroked the torture instruments.
As if that was the most important thing to him.
Chen Zian's eyes followed the movements of Mo Yu's slender, white hands, and he couldn't help but feel fear.
Mo Yu saw the steel needle placed at the edge and smiled.
Holding the steel needle, he walked towards Chen Zian, still saying, "Master Chen, don't blame me. What you did reminded me of the worst memory. Every time I dream about it at midnight, I feel very bad."
During this period of time, Mo Yu would dream about being bullied in his previous life. He was originally paranoid by nature, and the stimulation from Chen Zian aroused the violent genes in Mo Yu's heart.
The guard standing in front of the cell door suddenly heard screams coming from inside, so loud that it made people's scalp tingle.
The guards wondered in their hearts what kind of torture could have caused someone to scream so heartbreakingly. They had been here all their lives and had never heard such screams!
I don’t know how long it took, but when Mo Yu came out in a happy mood, the guards dared to go in.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but vomit.
Chen Zian's limbs were still tied up tightly, but only his limbs. All his internal organs were taken out, and his body was lying intact in a pool of blood.
After they looked at each other, they began to understand what Mo Yu meant by looking at them meaningfully when he walked to the door, and they also understood why he made such a heart-wrenching scream.
It turned out that Chen Zi'an had his internal organs pulled out and his limbs chopped off alive.
Several guards couldn't help but shiver, keeping the scene they saw today deeply in their hearts, and cleaned up the place while suppressing their fear.
Mo Yu had a good sleep.
However, these guards had been having nightmares for several days and didn't care about Mo Yu anymore.
However, there is no wall that is impenetrable. After the news that the prefect of Chuzhou was brutally killed by unknown men in black reached the capital, Mo Yu's mental disorder and the brutal news somehow spread throughout the capital.
After hearing this, Yi Jinyi showed an indifferent expression, but he became more interested in Mo Yu, and had a longing for him that even Yi Jinyi didn't notice.
When Yi Jinyi received Mo Yu's memorial, he looked at the familiar words on it and couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and his longing for Mo Yu flooded his mind.
Yi Jinyi recalled the intensity of that night, the thin but explosive waist, and the pleasure that penetrated into his bones.
Although the two of them had spent a night together, Mo Yu was so busy that he had no time to think.
This flood in Chuzhou can be said to be both a natural disaster and a man-made disaster caused by Chen Zi'an.
Mo Yu thought about the people who were still suffering and half-naked in the ruined temple outside the city, so he decided to have people build tents to distribute porridge. Otherwise, those people would not even know where their next meal would be.
Although doing so will not solve the long-term problem, it can solve the immediate problem.
Mo Yu stood at the scene, looking at those dirty people, who lined up obediently one by one to receive porridge. There was no riot, which made him feel a little comforted.
As for the long term, Mo Yu couldn't think so much for the time being. However, seeing that they only had a bowl of porridge to fill their stomachs, they had satisfied smiles on their faces.
Mo Yu's determination to obtain power became even stronger, and he would never become someone who needed charity.
People are born into different classes. Even now, some people have enough food and drink and a place to shelter from the wind and rain, while others are naked, using the sky as a blanket and struggling to survive.
Gong Wenmin was in a porridge stall not far away, feeling guilty towards the people. It was he who was blind to recommend Chen Zi'an to be the prefect of Chuzhou, which led to the people's current fate.
Mo Yu disdained Gong Wenmin's behavior but did not object.
In addition to setting up a porridge stall, Mo Yu also asked people to investigate the solution to the Chuzhou flood. After some investigation, Mo Yu finally confirmed one thing.
At night, he stood at the table.
On the desk was a diagram showing where the water flowed in the entire Chuzhou area. This was something Mo Yu had someone investigate temporarily.
Mo Yu frowned as he looked at the drawings.
Goro stood aside respectfully.
Mo Yu looked at the blueprint in silence, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to Goro who had been standing next to him: "It seems that there is no other way. We can only dig a channel and divert the water to other places."
Goro also looked at the drawings, but couldn't make out anything. Since the Marquis said so, there was no other choice but to do so.
Goro thought of something and said, "The Marquis's method is good, but it's not perfect. You know, digging a canal requires a lot of manpower and time. The imperial examination will be in more than a month. Can we make it back in time?" Mo Yu sighed softly after hearing this, "But there is no other way except this, right? Even if it takes more manpower, the canal must be dug. Otherwise, the entire terrain of Chuzhou is just a basin, and all the water is accumulated in the basin and cannot flow out. It depends on ground seepage. I don't know when it will seep out completely. At present, this is the fastest way to drain water."