Jingzhou is a plain and low land, and it is close to the middle and lower reaches of the Yi River. Heavy rains lasted for several months, and among all the prefectures, Jingzhou was the most severely flooded. It can be said that the bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crow for thousands of miles. Neighboring prefectures and counties were unable to provide support, so the imperial court could only allocate 300,000 taels of silver, rice, grain, and 10,000 shi for disaster relief.
However, Zhen Yuanzhong, the imperial envoy responsible for escorting the disaster relief money, died suddenly of a serious illness as soon as he arrived in Jingzhou because he was not accustomed to the acclimatization and soil conditions. Immediately afterwards, the disaster relief money and food that had been escorted disappeared out of thin air.
Later, the imperial court sent people to conduct a thorough investigation, and it was discovered that local officials, motivated by the wealth, poisoned the imperial ministers and embezzled the disaster money. At that time, many people were implicated, and Rong Zhengqing was also arrested and imprisoned. Of course, this is just external rhetoric, and no one knows the truth.
Rong Xuan only knew that the government officials almost turned Jingzhou upside down but could not find the batch of silver grain. In the end, they could only settle the matter with hundreds of heads. But how could the disaster relief money from Jingzhou Prefecture appear on a beggar out of thin air? !
Rong Xuan looked down at the pile of blood-stained papers again, and found that one of them was a secret letter written by Zhen Yuanzhong to the emperor, saying that after arriving in Jingzhou, he opened the seal to count the silver coins, but found that the box was full of sand and stones. There's something fishy about it. The handwriting at the back is hurried, as if it was written in a very urgent situation. The bloodstains were dark, probably some time old.
Rong Xuan put it away and looked at another piece of paper. He saw a wanted notice with an image of Rong Zheng with a green beard and a green beard. He couldn't help but tighten his fingertips:
Who is that beggar? ! What do you want to do? !
Rong Zhengqing happened to be passing by the front yard and saw a man standing at the door but not coming in. He went to check suspiciously and saw that it was Rong Xuan. He was immediately overjoyed and slapped him hard on the shoulder: "You bastard, why did you come back?!"
This sudden voice startled Rong Xuan. He hid the paper behind his back with a conditioned reflex. When he realized it was Rong Zhengqing, he breathed out unnoticeably: "Dad, you scared me to death."
Rong Zhengqing noticed his hiding behavior and glanced behind him suspiciously: "What are you hiding secretly?"
Rong Xuan looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He immediately pulled Rong Zhengqing towards the inner courtyard, his voice solemn: "Let's go into the house and talk."
The Jingzhou disaster bank case can be said to be a thorn in Rong Zhengqing's heart. It not only caused the death of his former colleagues, but also caused his wife and children to be separated, and he was forced to become a prisoner and a desperado. Suddenly, I was shocked when I heard that a beggar had stuffed an autograph letter left by Zhen Yuanzhong into Rong Xuan's arms for no reason.
He took the letter and read it quickly, and couldn't help but look sad: "Yes, it is indeed an autographed letter from Mr. Zhen, and it has his personal seal on it. He was originally ordered to escort the disaster relief banknote to Jingzhou, and the certificate for verification was signed by him. He wrote it because his right hand was ailing and his pen marks were skewed and shaky, making it very easy to read.”
Rong Xuan frowned: "Then this thing should be regarded as Zhen Yuanzhong's last writing. Why did that beggar give me such an important letter?"
Rong Zhengqing couldn't figure it out. He just felt that the other party seemed to be coming for him, or to be more specific, he was coming for the Jingzhou disaster bank case: "...could it be that he found out that I was a wanted criminal by the government and wanted to Framed and reported on me?"
"No," Rong Xuan shook his head, "If he really wanted to report us, he could just go to the Yamen directly. Why bother to send a wanted order to scare the snake? Blame me, that beggar should have been detained at that time."
Rong Zhengqing is unwilling to leave the capital in the short term. His wife's eye disease has not yet recovered, so how can she withstand traveling thousands of miles. He frowned, still unable to conceal his impulsive character, and slapped his palm on the table: "Xuan'er, what does that beggar look like? If you draw it now, dad will find him for you even if he digs three feet into the ground!"
Rong Xuan choked for a moment: "...Dad, I don't know how to draw portraits."
All he remembers is litigating lawsuits and writing novels.
Rong Zhengqing heard the words and didn't know what to say. I don't know if he regrets in his heart that he taught his son to become a martial arts idiot. In addition to being able to dance with a sword and fight lawsuits shamelessly, he didn't even learn the six arts of a gentleman. He frowned and coughed, and in the end he could only change the subject in embarrassment: "... That's all, go see your mother, she has been talking about you since last night."
Rong Zhengqing's heart was not at peace. Although he escaped from the prison, his colleagues and family members all died in vain under the guillotine. He always felt that a man could bear anything in his life, but he could not bear the stigma. However, because of the disaster relief fund, he could never get rid of the blame on his head.
So Rong Xuan only saw Rong Zhengqing sitting on the steps outside the courtyard without knowing what he was thinking. He always held a sword in his arms habitually, and the pattern on the scabbard had faded after he rubbed it. Just like a sharp sword, its edges have been worn away by the filth of officialdom and the vast world. It cannot kill people, nor can it split mountains. In the end, it can only lie in its sheath, covered and rusty.
Upon seeing this, Rong Xuan walked over quietly, lifted up his robe and squatted down beside him. He said to the sound of the branches rustling in the courtyard: "Dad, there must be something fishy about the disaster relief fund case. Although I am a wise person, but I can't. If I have the spare time, I will try my best to find out.”
Rong Zhengqing closed his eyes silently and opened them after a moment: "In troubled times, life is as cheap as grass. It doesn't matter to me alone, but I can't harm you and your mother. It's better for you not to get involved in this matter. The water is too deep.”
Rong Xuan: "Sewage has been spilled on me, even if I didn't want to, I have to find out."
He still wasn't sure what the other party wanted. Regardless of curiosity or anything else, since that person has discovered Rong Zhengqing's identity, the matter cannot be resolved.
It may be difficult for Rong Xuan to find the beggar by himself, but if he asks Ji Fan to help, he should get results soon. After he finished speaking, he patted Rong Zhengqing's shoulder and turned around to find Rong's mother.
At that time, Rong's mother was counting Buddha beans in the room. With her sharp ears, she heard the footsteps behind her, and stood up from the futon: "Is it Xuan'er?"
She could always clearly distinguish the footsteps of her husband and son.
Rong Xuan was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly stepped forward to help her: "Mom, it's me. Your eyes are inconvenient, why don't you sit down and rest."
"There's nothing to do."
Rong's mother is already familiar with the environment and layout of the house. She pulled Rong Xuan to sit down at the table. She didn't know what she noticed, and asked tentatively: "Where's that kid Ji Fan? Why didn't he come with you?"
Rong Xuan paused for a moment when he heard this. He didn't know how to explain his identity to Rong's mother. He could only say: "He has found his family. I'm afraid I won't have much time these days. I'll take him another day." Come see you."
When Rong's mother heard that Ji Fan had found his family, she couldn't help but see a hint of joy on her face. She asked with concern, "That's really great. Are his family members treating him well?"
Rong Xuan narrowed his eyes, then slowly shook his head: "Not good."
Rong's mother paused after hearing this, and then sighed: "I see that he has a withdrawn temperament, but a good heart. He must be a born good boy, but he has been tempered into this state by what he has endured. If you have time , go see him more, mother knows that he likes you to talk to him. "
Hearing this, Rong Xuan became interested, stepped forward and asked, "Mom, how did you figure it out?"
Rong's mother didn't speak again. She quietly held the beads in her hand, one by one, and pointedly said: "There is nothing in this world that can be hidden without leaking. He can't hide it, and you may not be able to hide it either."
She seemed to have seen through something, but she didn't point it out. However, it is indeed difficult to hide the word love.
Rong Xuan felt inexplicably embarrassed that someone had read his mind: "Mom, I have nothing to hide."
Rong’s mother: “This kind of thing cannot be hidden, and it shouldn’t be hidden. Mom knows that you have a lot of things to do outside, and she doesn’t want to make any assumptions. Just don’t go against your heart. Go ahead and get busy. You can go, I told you, you don’t have to come see me every day.”
Although she liked to talk about Rong Xuan, she never insisted that he must fulfill his filial piety in front of her. After saying a few words, she let him leave.
The wedding of Princess Yannian and the prince-in-law was about to take place, and the whole capital became lively, but during this period another minor incident occurred. It turns out that the last time Prince Nalanchun of Ruling County dug a grave and planted trees has been widely known. After hearing the late emperor’s dream, the Queen Mother deliberately cheered up from his illness and summoned him to the palace for questioning.
Nalan Chun could only force himself to talk nonsense and fool the Empress Dowager, and received a bunch of rewards before leaving the palace. It can be said that you get a good deal and still act well.
It's just that the Empress Dowager was seriously ill, old and confused, but Emperor Zhou was not confused. In particular, Concubine Liu would wipe her tears in front of her every now and then and cry for her ancestors. Emperor Zhou knew that the Donglin Hou Mansion must not have swallowed this breath yet.
The power of the imperial court was all about balance, not to mention the important status of the Donglin Marquis Mansion, so Emperor Zhou would inevitably have to appease him a bit. He privately summoned the Marquis of Donglin to meet with him at the cabinet, and specially rewarded him with a bunch of things to appease him.
"The boy from the Changning family is ignorant and has been such a bastard since he was a child. However, since it is a dream entrusted by the late emperor to rule the world with filial piety, even I can't interfere, so I have no choice but to aggrieve you. I have ordered Nalan Chun to plant it with my own hands in the north of the city. Planting a thousand trees and praying for everyone in the clan is not a big or small punishment."
The emperor dismissed the palace maids, and there were only two of them in the cabinet for a while.
Although Dong Linhou is close to his destiny, his hair is frosty white, but his eyes are shining. He is a military prince, he is accustomed to wearing armor all over his body, and he looks burly and strong. Hearing the emperor's words that were almost like mud, he raised his hands and saluted, his scales clanking: "Since your majesty said so, I should obey your orders. It's just that the king of Ruling County deceived the king by telling dreams, which is really hateful. It would be too light to just punish him by planting trees in the north of the city."
He was determined to deal with Nalan Chun, and his words were inevitably aggressive.
Emperor Zhou was a lazy and idle king, otherwise he would not have left his huge harem and government affairs alone and went to seek immortality. In his opinion, digging the graves of ancestors is not a big deal. It is better to burn them all with fire than to keep them for nothing. Furthermore, Nalanchun had planted a tree to pray for blessings under the order of the late emperor, and he was his sister's only son. He could only be punished with a small punishment, and he could really be killed.
Emperor Zhou was dissatisfied when he thought about the increasing power and power of Donglin Hou Mansion. Hearing this, he frowned and said in an incomprehensible voice: "Why, do you want me to order someone to give Aiqing a hoe, and Aiqing will also go and take it?" How about digging up the Lan family’s ancestral grave?”
When the Marquis of Donglin heard this, he lowered his head and said, "I don't dare."
Emperor Zhou said: "Since you don't dare, then let this matter be revealed and never be mentioned again. You are also an elder, so why are you having trouble with a group of juniors? Jing Zhaoyin has already been found not guilty, so I can still open it and bring it up again." ?”
Emperor Zhou also heard about the argument in court that day, and what Rong Xuan said struck a chord in the emperor's mind. In the whole world, there is nothing but the king's land, and on the shore of the land, there is nothing but the king's ministers. No matter how powerful the Liu family is, they are still ministers of the Zhao family. Not only does the Supreme Emperor want to plant two trees in his own land, he should even take a piss. When will it be the turn of the Liu family to come out and dance.
However, there is something that I really need to seek the opinion of Marquis Donglin.
Emperor Zhou took out a letter from the envoy of the State of Yan from the pile of memorials at hand and gently threw it on the table: "When the State of Yan was defeated, the prince was sent as a hostage for seven years. After counting the days, Prince Yan came to Sheng. He has been in Beijing for six years. The Prime Minister of Yan State wrote a letter to welcome him back to Yan State. Please read it, dear..."
When the Marquis of Donglin heard this, his eyes darkened and he categorically refused: "Your Majesty, absolutely not!"
Emperor Zhou knew that he did not agree, and he inevitably had a headache. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples: "I know that you are aggrieved because of the death of your only son in battle. It's just that the two countries also signed a peace treaty at the beginning. Ji Fan will be released after seven years." Yan, it’s hard for me to go back on my word.”
When the Marquis of Donglin heard him mention the death of his only son in battle, he gritted his teeth silently, lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "I am not doing this for my own personal vendetta, but for the sake of the great Zhou Dynasty. Emperor Yan is old now, and he has many good and bad heirs. For the sake of the crown prince, There is a fierce competition for the position. Ji Fan is a man of deep thought. I heard that he is the most resourceful and resourceful among the princes of Yan. If you let him return to the country, it will be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain. Your Majesty, please think twice!"
It is better for a fool to ascend the throne in Yan than a very smart person to ascend the throne.
Emperor Zhou didn't think Ji Fan was deep-minded at first, but after hearing what Marquis Dong Lin said, he felt that Ji Fan seemed not simple. After all, being able to hide and endure in a foreign country for several years, this kind of character is definitely not what others can have: "Then how should I reply to the envoys of Yan State? I can't forcefully detain them. That would be unworthy of the demeanor of a great country."
Emperor Zhou had a soft ear and believed whatever others said. Seeing that he had been persuaded, the Marquis of Donglin bowed his head and clasped his fists, saying: "The seven-year period has not yet come, so it is too early to welcome Prince Yan back to the palace. The Yan Kingdom has been recuperating for many years, and no one knows whether they will go to war again." In any case, we must not let him return to Yan."
He put down his big hats one after another. Emperor Zhou didn't respond and raised his hand and waved his sleeves: "I know, I will consider it carefully. It's getting late, please step aside."
When the Marquis of Donglin heard this, he glanced at him and had no choice but to leave the cabinet. When he walked outside the door of the palace, he happened to see two Taoist priests with long beards entering carrying pill boxes. Knowing that it was a magic stick that offered immortality elixir to Emperor Zhou, he couldn't help but sneer.
The little eunuch who led him led him to the palace gate. Donglin Hou thought of something and asked aloud: "How is Concubine Liu doing these days? How is the Eighth Prince?"
The little eunuch bowed and replied: "Everything is fine with the empress and the little prince."
Marquis Donglin narrowed his eyes: "What about the Queen?"
Hearing this, the little eunuch looked around and lowered his voice and said: "Twin births are not easy at all. Ever since the Queen gave birth to the prince and princess in her early years, her body has been suffering from diseases. The wind blew a few days ago, and she has been lingering on the sick bed. Look. She is better than the Empress Dowager."
An emperor obsessed with seeking immortality and a queen who looked like a paper lantern could not blame the Liu family for their increasing power. When the Marquis of Donglin heard this, he looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds looming over his head. He thought it was time for a change.
There is no airtight wall in the world, and the news about today's cabinet quickly reached Ji Fan's ears. At that time, he was practicing archery in the courtyard. Suddenly, he heard that Dong Linhou was deliberately obstructing the return to Yan. He straightened his bow and string, and shot an arrow through the distant target with a sound of breaking through the air.
The arrow was so powerful that all the arrowheads missed the target, and only the tail feathers were still trembling violently.
The lieutenant general looked worried, frowned and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, there is news from the Queen Mother that the third prince has the intention to seize the throne and wants to invade the Zhou Kingdom to regain the lost territory, so you must find a way to go back as soon as possible. Otherwise, by then the two countries will If we start a war, we are just afraid of being in an embarrassing situation.”
Hearing this, Ji Fan hooked the bow string with his fingertips and slowly pulled it open like a full moon. The bow string was stretched to the extreme, making a tooth-aching sound. He slowly squinted his eyes, with cold murderous intent in his eyes, and said only five words -
"First kill the Marquis of Donglin."
Not long ago, the news of the wedding of Princess Yannian and the consort Yan Fengchen spread throughout the world, which can be described as the joy of a prosperous age. The emperor and the empress gave dowries, and the gifts came one after another. They were truly red makeup from ten miles away.
Rong Xuan originally planned to follow Ji Fan to the wedding banquet to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect Nalan Chun to come to the door first and drag him directly to the princess's mansion, euphemistically calling it a blessing to share.
"The emperor's uncle has spent a lot of money this time. He even gave three jars of Spring Mountain Hansui treasured in the palace. It is a century-old wine that ordinary people want to see but cannot see. I have to go and drink it no matter what this time. Don’t say that your brother doesn’t take care of you.”
Rong Xuan wondered how high the alcohol content in ancient times could be. He sat in the carriage and waved his fan slowly. Since he was attending a wedding banquet today, he rarely wore a light blue jade-belted brocade robe. He looked like a stranger, like jade, and an unparalleled son: "I heard someone say , were you sent by the emperor to plant trees in the north of the city? "
Nalanchun: "Don't mention it, it's bad luck! I got a slap from my mother when I went back, and my buttocks are all healed now. Two yin and yang dead eunuchs came to the palace, and they watched me every day as I went to plant trees on the mountain. Ten trees, it will take me a hundred days to plant them!”
Rong Xuan thought to himself that this was a good thing. If future generations compiled a history of tree planting, Nalan Chun would definitely have a contribution. Then he brought up another matter: "I don't know the princess, so I went to the wedding banquet rashly. Isn't it inappropriate?" good?"
Nalanchun: "What are you afraid of? There are too many cats and dogs at the wedding banquet. Who cares about us? Those ministers in the court only sent juniors. They are just a group of dandies, just joining in the fun. You think it is the emperor going to court, but you have to Can’t you check the names one by one?”
Rong Xuan asked: "Is Prince Yan going too?"
Nalan Chun: "Of course I will go. He is Yan Fengchen's master. Whoever doesn't go will go."
While he was talking, the carriage had already arrived at the princess's residence. I saw that the house was spacious and luxurious, with lights and colors everywhere, and it was so lively. Nalan Chun and Rong Xuan stepped out of the carriage, ordered people to carry the gifts to the housekeeper for counting, and then walked in swaggeringly.
As luck would have it, Ji Fan was just a cup of tea in front of them. When Rong Xuan entered, he was seen sitting at the wine table, holding a cup and chatting with the ministers, with a faint smile on his lips, making it hard to fault.
This man also gave up the white shirt he was accustomed to wearing, and changed into a set of royal attire from the Yan Kingdom, which also happened to be blue.
Nalan Chun sighed with emotion when he saw this: "You said that Prince Yan is really calm. I heard that the envoy of Yan State wanted to welcome him back to the country, but was blocked by the Marquis of Donglin. If I were him, I would be angry to death. , where can I still laugh?”
Rong Xuan paused for a moment after hearing this, and then remembered that there seemed to be such a thing in the original work. His complex eyes fell on Ji Fan, and he asked absently: "What, are you complaining for him?"
Nalan Chun scratched his head: "I just think it's pitiful that he left his hometown. I couldn't think of anything after being away from my mother for a few days. He must have been missing his parents after being away for seven years. The emperor's uncle always kept him from going back. What’s going on?”
He is a rare sincere person in the royal family, but in the original work, because the prince fought with the Liu family, he later died at the hands of the Marquis of Donglin, and became a victim of the government.
Rong Xuan patted his shoulder when he heard this. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. He could only say: "... There are many things in this world that you can't control. You will understand in the future... But Maybe it’s a good thing not to understand, and it’s good that you stay like this.”
Ji Fan raised his eyes inadvertently and happened to see Rong Xuan standing not far away talking to Prince Ruling. His eyes fell on the hands that were holding each other's back, and he squinted his eyes without any trace, wondering why Rong Xuan was here
"The little prince of Ruling—"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Rong Xuan's ears. He subconsciously followed the sound and saw Ji Fan walking towards this side with his hands behind his back. He reflexively retracted his paw on Nalan Chun's shoulder.
# Damn it, how could I be caught in the act #
Since Ji Fan entered the capital, he rarely fought with others, and occasionally went out hunting and drinking with the nobles' children, so his friendship with Nalan Chun was fairly good. He did not look at Rong Xuan, his eyes fell on Nalan Chun and smiled: "Little prince, long time no see, how are you doing?"
Nalan Chun waved his hand: "It's good or not, that's all... By the way, let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Rong Xuanrong. You guys even fought against each other during the martial arts contest that day."
Ji Fan said lightly: "It turns out to be Young Master Rong. I remember you alone. You are a talented young man with superb swordsmanship. You are indeed extraordinary."
When Rong Xuan saw Ji Fan's look, he knew that he must be jealous. When he saw that no one was paying attention, he raised his lips with a hint of a smile and pointedly said: "I also remember His Highness the Crown Prince's extraordinary bearing. It is truly a beauty that is rare in the world.”
Nalan Chun couldn't understand what they were saying. Although they were all good words of praise, why did they become more and more unpleasant the more he listened to them? Especially Rong Xuan, why does he seem to be teasing others
Ji Fan secretly said something glib and glanced at Rong Xuan expressionlessly. Then he excused himself as he was too drunk and turned around to go to the side room where the guests were resting.
Nalan Chun grabbed a handful of peanuts from the fruit plate next to him, gave Rong Xuan a handful, and threw them into his mouth one by one. He stared at Ji Fan's back and asked in confusion: "Hey, why is he gone?" "Did you make him angry?"
Rong Xuan asked, "I made him angry? I praised him every word, so why did I make him angry?"
After saying that, he asked again: "Where is the wing before the princess consort arrives? I'll go and lie down for a while."
Nalan Chun frowned suspiciously: "You just came here and you're lying down, you're too drunk?"
"I don't like peanuts," Rong Xuan whistled lightly and threw the peanuts into his arms. "I have an old problem. I get dizzy when I see other people eating peanuts."
After he finished speaking, he didn't even ask Nalan Chun. He found a servant to ask for directions and went directly to the wing where Ji Fan was. The guard at the door didn't know whether he had been ordered to do so, but he didn't stop him.
Rong Xuan avoided everyone and pushed the door into the room. He saw Ji Fan sitting at the table, pouring tea by himself. He dragged a low stool to sit next to him and asked with interest: "Are you angry?"
Ji Fan glanced at him: "If you know I will be angry, why do you want to hook up with others?"
Mr. Rong Xuan could not say that he remembered the ending of everyone in the original work, and felt sad for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he asked: "I heard that the Marquis of Donglin blocked your return to Yan in front of the Holy Emperor?"
"Expected."
Ji Fan lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, curled his lips and said with a chuckle: "If one person blocks it, kill one person; if ten thousand people block it, then kill ten thousand people. In the end, no one will dare to stop him."
Although his mood remained stable, his darkening degree quietly increased by 3, which showed that he was still gloomy in his heart. After nearly seven years of dormancy and forbearance, no one can let go easily.
Seeing this, Rong Xuan suddenly felt a slight stabbing pain in his heart. It was a very subtle feeling, not painful, but lingering. He tried his best to ignore that feeling, stretched out his hand to pull Ji Fan into his arms and sat there, hugging him very tightly as if they were rubbing each other's ears. He sighed and said, "You should always remember that you are not alone. No matter what you do in the future, I will help you.”
Ji Fan should be filled with hatred. If the Yan State recruits troops to invade at this time, it will be tantamount to treating him as an abandoned son and disregarding his safety. However, Zhou State broke the alliance and blocked his way back to Yan. It was really difficult to advance or retreat.
Ding, host, please be aware that the villain’s blackness level has been reduced to 49.
When Ji Fan heard Rong Xuan's words, somehow the loneliness that had shrouded his heart for several years suddenly faded away. He raised his eyes to look at Rong Xuan, his dark eyes softened for a moment, but he still said: "You love lying the most, who knows whether you are telling the truth?"
Rong Xuan kissed him: "Is it okay to lie to you that I'm a turtle bastard?"
He kissed her and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, someone suddenly grabbed the back of his head and forced him to kiss her deeply. The tip of Ji Fan's tongue was extremely flexible and soft. He teased Rong Xuan's lips and teeth, teasing them in every possible way. Finally, he couldn't breathe and then slowly separated, and an ambiguous silver thread was broken.
Ji Fan kissed Rong Xuan again and laughed softly: "You are a turtle bastard."
Rong Xuan raised his eyebrows: "What, you cuckolded me?"
If they get married in the future, Ji Fan will be the party at fault in the marriage, and he has the right to demand compensation.
Ji Fan sat up straight and glanced at him when he heard this: "You really dare to think about it."
Rong Xuan stopped teasing him, and suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Ji Fan, telling him exactly what happened: "I remember that the beggar has a black mole on his right cheek. Man, Around his early twenties. Please help me find it, otherwise my father will not be able to sleep. "
Unexpectedly, when Ji Fan heard what happened, he raised his eyebrows lightly: "Then there is no need to guess. The Jingzhou disaster silver case was behind the scenes of Donglin Hou. Zhen Yuanzhong was killed by the people he sent and escaped. A servant who knows martial arts. Since the beggar has a blood letter from Zhen Yuanzhong, he must be the servant who escaped."
Rong Xuan frowned: "But why did he hand me the evidence?"
Ji Fan smiled, thinking that Rong Xuan was also guilty of something stupid: "In the Jingzhou disaster bank case, all the officials involved were executed, and only your father escaped. He is a little beggar, so naturally he is unable to reverse the case. But keeping the letter is a disaster, so I might as well leave this hot potato to you, as it will be my last contribution to the Zhen family."
After Ji Fan finished speaking, he guessed: "He is Zhen Yuanzhong's servant. I met your father in Jingzhou, so I must know his character. This wanted order should not be threatening. On the contrary, he is showing his goodwill." What, you want to investigate this lawsuit?"
Rong Xuan heard some hidden meaning: "Why, you are also checking?"
Ji Fan made a shocking statement: "It's not just me, Zhao Su is also secretly investigating."
In short, including Rong Xuan and Ji Fan, plus the people from the prince's side, there are now three groups of people secretly investigating the Jingzhou disaster silver case, hoping to kill Donglinhou.