Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 352 Will not let go, secretly plotting

Yan Yun couldn't help but took off the cloak and wrapped it around her body. The warm fox fur surrounded her cheeks, blocking out the cold wind.

The coldness in her bones dissipated a little.

Su Rao subconsciously closed the edge of the cloak, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Next, there was a moment of silence.

The two walked in silence.

After walking not far, Yan Yun's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Seeing this scene, Su Rao stopped at the same time, wondering: "My lord, what's the matter?"

Yan Yun pursed his lips without saying a word, stretched out his hand to gently tidy up her hair, stared at her with fixed eyes, spring water seemed to flow out of his faint eyes, wrapping her softly in it.

"You don't blame you for what happened to Mr. Xue, you don't have to blame yourself for it."

"I do not have."

Su Rao blurted out subconsciously, and met those deep and calm eyes after she finished speaking, her heart trembled, she couldn't help frowning her brows, then stretched them out, and then frowned...

After several changes, he looked away rather weakly.

"Whether it's Cheng Zhao's death or Cheng's old case a few years ago, Xue Jingrong is involved in it. It's hard to get rid of the suspicion. It's a matter of course to investigate the case. He will know the truth sooner or later. I have nothing to blame."

Seeing her stubborn and tense expression, Yan Yun's eyes softened, and he replied, "Well, that's because I was wrong."

It's rare that the son of the world is so knowledgeable.

Su Rao glanced sideways at him, "You are wrong."

Yan Yun nodded, and said unequivocally, "Yes, my fault."

Seeing his appearance, Su Rao hooked the corners of her lips happily, and walked forward first, Yan Yun behind her smiled helplessly, and followed her footsteps.

Although Su Rao said that, somewhere in her heart was still poked by Yan Yun's words.

A dull pain.

Xue Jingrong was dragged here step by step by the situation, by his descendants, and by his students, ruining his reputation all his life. Even though he suffered innocently, his innocence seemed so insignificant in front of the big picture.

When the world mentions Xue Shou, no one cares whether he is innocent or not, but with Xue Shou's name and the tragedy that happened four years ago, they try their best to abuse and insult him as much as possible.

Just like Dad.

The ups and downs of life and death, irreversible power strife, right and wrong, but their lives and innocence really don't matter?
All the world wants is a target to vent to.

But for loved ones, this innocence and right or wrong is something that we must fight with all our strength even if we sacrifice our lives.

is the truth.

Rather than a trade-off after weighing the pros and cons.

At this moment, she really understood the persistence of father and the old man, no matter how difficult and rough the road is, there must be someone to walk it.

For nothing.

I just want those plotters to know that this world is not only power, fame and fortune, intrigues, high and low, rank and file, but also justice and justice, which people want.

After thinking about it, Su Rao exhaled softly, discarded complicated thoughts, and said sideways: "My lord, I remember you once said that Dad has something that can only be done in Shengjing. What is it?"

Yan Yun's footsteps faltered for a moment before returning to normal.

"I'll tell you when the time comes."

His answer was expected. If he could say something, he would have said it long ago, so why keep avoiding it.

Back in the courtyard, Yan Yun escorted her outside the door, gave her a few careful instructions, then turned and left.

Su Rao threw herself back into the soft quilt, tossed and turned on the soft pillow for a while, and fell asleep unconsciously.

It was a long sleep.

He slept until noon on the second day, got up and had lunch, and just put down the chopsticks when he heard someone report that Xue Jingrong had passed away.

She rushed to the north courtyard.

Yan Yun stood outside the courtyard with her hands behind her back, watching the movement inside through the window, she walked to his side and waited with him.

No one speaks.

Not long after, Qi Xiang came out from the inside, walked up to the two of them, and knelt down: "The guilty minister knows that he shouldn't be delusional, but he still has the cheek to ask the lord for mercy, because the teacher has spent half his life working for the court. , let me send his coffin back to Dunyang for burial, and then come back to be tortured."

"Old Xue's coffin will return to Dunyang."

Yan Yun's voice was soft and slow, with a unique rhythm, "It's just that Lord Qi is sure that he wants you to collect his body?"

Hearing this, Qi Xiang felt ashamed and choked up, "I know I'm sorry for the teacher, but what happened to him..."

"Is this the only thing you're sorry for him?"

Su Rao opened her mouth lightly, Qi Xiang's face changed when she said this, "What do you mean, Miss?"

"I mean you should understand in your heart."

She leaned slightly and approached Qi Xiang, "Did someone really give you the token to mobilize hidden stakes in foreign countries? Qi Xiang, who do you think would believe such an argument?"

Killer from another country.

A hidden stake that has been concealed for many years and whose identity is almost flawless, how much human and financial resources are needed to cultivate such a group of people, and how important the token is, it will be given away casually.

And this person was born as the state shepherd who overshadowed the sky in Yunzhou.

He has enough identity and ability to open the door for the fake Mu Tianfeng to do everything in Shanglin County, these killers who assassinate the imperial envoy with privately made arrows and crossbows, and the people who are responsible for supporting them in the mountains...

There are various indications that this matter is by no means as simple as Qi Xiang said.

Qi Xiang grabbed the clothes on his knees, looked up at her, and calmly replied under her mocking look: "Whether you believe me or not, I will give you the same answer."

"Do you dare to say this to Mr. Xue?"

Su Rao scoffed coldly.

The muscles on Qi Xiang's face twitched, and he didn't respond. He just repeated what he said before, and said to Yan Yun: "Please forgive me, my lord, let me send the coffin for the teacher to bury."

Yan Yun looked at Su Rao and asked her opinion, "What do you think?"

She was the one who investigated the case from beginning to end, so the final decision was naturally left to her.

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiang looked at Su Rao with complicated eyes, suppressed the unwillingness in his heart, and kowtowed to her, "I beg the girl to help you."

The quiet needle drop can be heard in the courtyard.

During the long silence, Qi Xiang's heartbeat gradually tightened and accelerated, almost jumping out of his chest. Just when all his thoughts were lost, Su Rao spoke.

"It doesn't matter whether you have a problem with your background or you have connections with foreign countries. It's not easy to sit on the position of state shepherd. You are willing to ruin your future for Mr. Xue. I believe there is sincerity in it. For Mr. Xue's face, I can agree. you."

"But, I won't let you go."

"I know."

Qi Xiang's eyes were dark and inexplicable, and he said sincerely: "Thank you for your kindness, girl."

He bowed to the two of them again, took two steps back, and began to arrange Xue Jingrong's body.

Yan Yun's eyes lighted up and said: "The shadow thorn will follow him to Dunyang to deal with the follow-up matters."

"What about us?"

Su Rao looked at him with raised eyebrows, Yan Yun looked towards the sky, and said two words in a low voice: "Return to the North."

(End of this chapter)