Invincible at the beginning: I seek the world in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 75, Public Complaints Boiling

The sun is twilight, and the city is just waking up.

Bie Fengjun was wearing a long gown, standing in an alley with a serious face.He was followed by a rank nine warrior and a dozen subordinates.

In front of Bie Fengjun were two corpses.

The young men, with their eyes wide open, had a scar on their necks, and blood dripped down, staining their Dali Temple uniforms red.

"One-shot kill." Han Shang came over with a heavy tone.

Bie Fengjun stepped forward and brushed their hands over their faces, making them rest in peace.

Han Shangdao: "Obviously, they discovered something terrible, and they were silenced. If they dare to destroy the mouth of Dali Temple, the people behind it must be of high authority."

Bie Fengjun tightened the cloak on his body, and said in a gloomy tone: "Send more people to suppress this matter."

"Boss?"

"Leave this matter to me." Bie Fengjun said.

Dali Temple personnel collected the corpses for the two and left quickly.

"Have you heard? There is a big man who took advantage of the imperial court's policy and bought all the farmers' land."

"What's taking advantage of the imperial court's policy? It's basically a policy he made, all for his own profit!"

"Could it be that Xichu is going to be finished?"

"Fart! What are you talking about?" A grumpy man was about to hit him immediately.

"Don't, don't, the hero, spare your life, I won't say it again." The man ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

A nameless wind blew across Tianwang City, turning a little spark into a prairie fire in an instant.

"Young Master Jiang, the Minister of Dali Temple is here to visit."

Jiang Wangsheng was reading idle books in the courtyard, when he heard the servant's report, he was secretly surprised, so he said, "Please come quickly." He ordered a few maids to make tea and serve fruit snacks.

Bie Fengjun walked into the courtyard and sat directly opposite Jiang Wangsheng.

"Why did Sir Siqing come to visit?"

Bie Fengjun said: "For the current affairs of Tianwang City."

"You don't think I'm buying land, do you?"

Bie Fengjun shook his head, "I let people spread the news."

Jiang Wangsheng's expression changed, and he said: "It seems that Sir Siqing already knows who is behind the scenes."

"That's right. He killed two people from Dali Temple." Bie Fengjun's tone was devoid of any emotion, like an ethereal robot.

Bie Fengjun took out a letter from his sleeve, put it on the table, and said, "Father of Concubine Zhen—Duke Jing. The evidence is here."

"Dali Temple deserves to be the strongest monitoring organization in Western Chu at that time."

Bie Fengjun sneered and said, "With Tianji Pavilion here, how can you be called number one?"

"Besides, there will always be a group of dull people who think they have wiped out all the evidence and no one will notice. However, if you do it, you do it, and the details will always be exposed."

"Master Jing, it's a little difficult."

Bie Fengjun took a sip of tea and said, "I came to you because it was difficult."

Jiang Wangsheng said slowly: "I can be a rebellious person now, and I will be killed by the emperor's military power at any time, so why go against him again."

Bie Fengjun said lightly: "He won't do that."

"how do you know?"

"When employing someone, he will not cut off his own limbs." Bie Fengjun replied.

Jiang Wangsheng stared at the steam rising from the teacup, observed the unfolding posture of the tea leaves, and listened to the "sizzle" sound when it regained its vitality.

Bie Fengjun said: "Although you act recklessly and disrespectfully, I know that you have a heart for the country and the people. Otherwise, the prime minister and the old general will not help you many times."

public office

The common people learned about the mastermind behind the scenes, and came in droves, armed with wooden sticks, kitchen knives and other household utensils, led by a few poorly dressed scholars, singing ancient allusions and expressing their dissatisfaction.

Behind this huge petition for the people, hundreds of warriors have already dispatched, armed with sharp-edged steel crossbows, and secretly blocked the streets and alleys.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

A man in green shirt, holding an oil-paper umbrella, stood silently in the corner, completely hidden in the darkness.

It rained at dusk, and there was a chilling atmosphere.

The arrows were airtight, and there was a series of sharp tearing sounds, connected into pieces, as if the sky was collapsing.

There were wailings and screams all over the place, blood and broken bones scattered flowers like a goddess.

The air mechanism was shaken, and the unarmed scholar was smashed into a lump of flesh, leaving only the dirty marks on the wall.

As for the people holding wooden sticks and sharp knives, it was even worse. When the long sword swept across, several heads fell to the ground with a "grumble" and were kicked away like a ball.

The butcher's knife fell, or he was cut in half, or dismembered.

After the rain, the sky cleared and the breeze blew. Half an hour later, there was only a brand-new green brick floor and a faint smell of blood. There were a few women by the wall who were killing chickens, talking happily about the conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the man in green shirt walked down the street in a daze. No matter who talked to him, he would yell a few words: "God's wrath", "I was struck by lightning" and other words.

The man in the blue shirt bought a pen and a few pieces of rice paper with the money he had on him, and lay down beside the bridge, vomiting out all the emotions in his chest.

With dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, spring and autumn brushwork, the guest in Qingshan expresses his joy and dies with a smile on his face.

Soon, the staff of Dali Temple instructed by Bie Fengjun took away the long scroll left by the guest in Qingshan.

Jiang Wangsheng looked at the long scroll sent by Bie Fengjun, gently stroked the handwriting on it, and his strength penetrated the back of the paper, so strong and vigorous, he even thought that this was the trace left by someone with super internal strength.

Jiang Wangsheng sat in the courtyard and meditated, sometimes looking up at the sky and sometimes looking down at the ground.

"Wang Sheng, what are you doing?" Xue Minglan suddenly came over with a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

"Auntie." Jiang Wangsheng squeezed out a smile, put away the long scroll, and said casually, "I'm reading a poem written by an uninitiated person, and I'm deeply touched."

"That's right." Xue Minglan smiled softly, put down the bowl, and said: "Your father went south, your elder brother was busy with official duties all day long, and you came and went without a trace, and that girl Xiyue always accompanied me. "

Jiang Wangsheng took a sip and praised, "It's delicious!"

"I went out to buy this afternoon, and the things are very fresh."

Jiang Wangsheng's expression changed, and he said nervously, "How's it going outside?"

"What?" Xue Minglan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The most famous theater troupe in Western Chu has come, and they set up a big stage outside the city, inviting the whole city to watch, and they also gave out fruit and snacks."

"Qiyue accompanied me to see, these ingredients were also bought from nearby farmers."

"Theatrical troupe?" Jiang Wangsheng was stunned, and it made a lot of sense if the cause and effect were connected together.

Xue Minglan murmured: "Qiyue and Wanqiu have been married for a while, and Wanqiu is always busy in the Ministry of Criminal Affairs. Later, he was promoted. I thought I could relax, but I didn't expect it. Sigh."

Xue Minglan complained a little in her words, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"The drama "Bao Gong's Case" performed in the afternoon received the most intense response. Perhaps everyone has been oppressed for too long." Xue Minglan said unintentionally.

"Indeed, the present time is too special." Jiang Wangsheng replied.

He paused, "Auntie, father and elder brother are not at home, you should pay attention to safety alone."

"Don't worry, aren't there still guards in the mansion?" Xue Minglan smiled sweetly.

"No, I said go outside."

Xue Minglan smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay, I see."

"Second Young Master, there is an official called Han Shang outside, please meet me."

Xue Minglan was a little surprised, "Wang Sheng, is something wrong with you?"

"Well, Auntie, I'm going first."

Outside the mansion gate, Han Shang said slowly: "Come with me."

(End of this chapter)