People around were talking a lot, some were sighing, some were bystanders, some were angry... but no one dared to make any move.
"Oh, what can we do... If you offend the official's relatives, you will definitely not survive."
"Yes, I heard that she killed the son of a relative of a high official. That family only had one son, and now he is gone."
"A life is worth a life..."
The sighs of the people around him made Qi Yan feel as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
It turned out that she didn't want to leave at that time, but... she wanted to avenge her poor and innocent husband.
She gave everything she and her husband had accumulated throughout their lives to the last kind person who showed mercy and help to them. Then, I had no worries, and even if I died in such a miserable way, I would have no regrets.
Qi Yan felt that his eyes were swollen, uncomfortable and painful. He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes gently, touching a patch of moisture. He actually cried unconsciously, for two people who had only met each other a few times and had nothing to do with each other.
"This is Daliang now. With power and money, I am the King of Heaven. Without power and money, I am worse than the mud on the ground."
The person behind him held his shoulders tightly, as if wanting to give him courage and strength through physical contact.
What Yu Xi said was absolutely correct. Daliang had already paid the price for his willfulness and was gradually dying.
He no longer knew how he left the circle surrounded by people. When Qi Yan came to his senses again, he was already standing at the door of the Yamen, and Yu Xi was standing beside him, with a trace of worry on his eyebrows.
"Isn't this the first time you've seen such a scene and you were frightened?" Yu Xi sighed: "That's all, you are just a little jailer, I don't expect you to have much courage."
Qi Yan was silent for a long time before taking off the money bag from his waist.
"I beg you to do me a favor." Qi Yan walked to Yu Xi and handed him the purse in his hand: "I don't know if it is enough. I want you to help me... take her back and bury her."
Yu Xi raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't expect Qi Yan to behave like this.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Yan was a little anxious: "I know the money won't be enough. How much is left? Come and tell me later and I will give it all to you..."
"Then why don't you go by yourself?" Yu Xi asked.
"Myself?" Qi Yan suddenly sneered: "A powerless person like me may not be able to get her body back even if I spend a hundred taels of gold... I have some selfish motives. You are the big one?" Boss, you have some friendship with officials. I trust you and can only ask for your help. Are you willing?"
[The male protagonist’s favorability towards Qi Yan is +10, current favorability: 60]
A word of trust is so precious to those who walk on the edge of a knife.
Yu Xi doesn't know when his life will end. For him, every day is the last day. No matter if he is found out, betrayed, or handed over, he will be punished by death.
However, now a little jailer actually expressed trust in him.
Lowering his eyes and looking at the money bag, Yu Xi did not refuse, but took it over and accepted it happily: "Okay, I will try my best to do it, but if it is too troublesome or related to my interests, I will not fight for anything. .”
With his words, Qi Yan felt confident. He nodded, with a smile on his face for the first time.
"Thank you." In any case, Yu Xi agreed to help, and the matter was almost done.
"No need to thank me. But I won't say it twice." Yu Xi's eyes suddenly became serious: "Even if it is such a big beam, do you still have to work for it, and even dedicate your life to it one day? "
The surrounding air seemed to freeze. Yu Xi looked at Qi Yan without blinking, but Qi Yan remained silent and did not speak.
If it were in the past, Qi Yan would have said without hesitation, of course, not only for this country, but also for the jailer status that I have worked so hard for for myself. But now, he couldn't say these familiar words.
Until the end, Qi Yan did not give Yu Xi a definite answer. But Yu Xi just sighed softly, turned and left.
At the beginning of the country's subjugation, the love between children is the most trivial matter. Even if you want to have a vigorous love, you will be blocked by the world.
Qi Yan did not reveal anything about the woman to everyone in the prison. Perhaps Qi Yan felt that it had nothing to do with them, and speaking out would only make people angry without any beneficial results. If these rough guys speak freely and are overheard by someone who cares, Qi Yan will not be able to plead for mercy even if Master Liu punishes the nine tribes for treason.
The food at Xuanhu Restaurant choked them to the point where they couldn't speak. Otherwise, they would have heard a few witty remarks from their mouths teasing Qi Yan.
When he gave the things to the scholar in the prison, the scholar thanked him politely and then started to eat in small bites, which looked exactly like the other people's eating.
Qi Yan suddenly thought of the crime for which he was imprisoned—literary prison.
"Wang Zhengze." Qi Yan called his name: "What do you think of Daliang?"
The scholar was stunned, and even forgot to eat. He held it in his hand and slowly dropped it: "What did you say?"
Qi Yan pursed his lips and asked again: "What do you think of Daliang... You once wrote a book about Daliang—"
"Are you desperate for your life?!" The scholar's face suddenly became terrifying: "You dare to mention this matter openly in Daliang's prison, do you not want to live?!"
Qi Yan felt a little uncomfortable being reprimanded, and more reminded of the woman whose corpse was separated from her family.
The scholar was silent for a while, then put down the food he was given: "That's all, you have something on your mind, don't mention it again in the future."
Scholars will be beheaded. Literary prison, threatening to destroy the country, such public opinion is a serious crime no matter which dynasty it is in.
"Thirty years old, I can only live to be thirty." The scholar raised a wry smile: "I am in my mid-twenties this year, and there are still seven years left."
Qi Yan did not speak, but left silently and continued to distribute food to everyone.
How difficult have these seven years been? He didn't know, Qi Yan only knew that the scholar had been in the prison under his supervision for five years.
When he was eighteen years old, he was taken in and never left again.
Everyone in this prison has a story, whether they are evil people or good people who were wronged. Qi Yan never believed that someone was born to kill.
Either things are troublesome, or the changes in the situation have caused people's mood to change, leading them to do more extreme things.
But if you do it, there will be no room for regret. For example, a scholar will not think about whether the sun is as bright today as it used to be.
Because even thinking about it is a luxury.