Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 210: Loyalty and Traitor Bingtan
Returning to Nanmu, the Pingchu Rihe and Xiaoqiao Yancun in his hometown soothed Mr. Yan's grievances.

First, he started a large-scale construction project in the old house of Darufang, Songling, Wujiang, expanding the west courtyard, building rockeries, digging fish ponds, building white walls, and repairing waterside pavilions. He was very busy and happy. He also set up a banquet of 30 tables in the new courtyard and married me.

It seems that Mr. Yan's wealth after returning to his hometown attracted many matchmakers to talk about continuing the relationship. Mr. Yan couldn't bear the disturbance and gave me a thumbs up to let others know that he had a very proud side room in his home. Sure enough, the matchmakers disappeared since then. This was also the case for Yan. Sir's loyalty.

When I was in the grassland, I thought I was a female scholar and read Ming people's books eagerly. I only regretted that I had no literary friends in the border areas. When I arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, Wu Nong's soft talk was all about "what", "what", and the shopkeepers all Although they were elegant, Mr. Yan and his friends were all knowledgeable, but I lost interest. Even in my dreams, they were filled with grasslands, cattle and sheep, and shabby forts.

The life in Jiangnan is a luxury that I have never imagined before. Unfortunately, it appeared at the wrong time and was not enough to calm my nightmares one by one.

Mr. Yan's cousin is a court official with many connections. After several years of searching, he actually found the whereabouts of his sisters, Vanilla and Hongzhu. As expected, they were sold into advocating and Yeye, but they did not fall into the trap after all. Before I could try to rescue him, they themselves saved Feng Chen and became a good man.

Xianghua opened an inn by the Qinhuai River, and Hongzhu entered the inner residence of an official in Taicang Prefecture. We occasionally exchanged letters. After all, Tuda's origins had to be concealed from others, and we could not recognize each other publicly.

The source of the disaster for our natives is, ultimately, my uncle's arrogance and ambition. I wish there would be no more careerists in this world.

I am determined to seek revenge for my father's murder only on Thief Sun.

I exchanged a few words with Vanilla and Hongzhu in the letter, saying that they must help me. How should we act? I heard that Sun Thief was promoted step by step, controlled Liaodong, and was named the General of Zhenyuan for his contribution to fighting against female straight women. He cheered before and after he went out, and accompanied him like a cloud. What can we three housewives do?

I can only wait endlessly and endure the torment in my heart.

Mr. Yan is good at writing and swordsmanship. I am both a teacher and a friend with him, and I have always respected him throughout my life. I also watched Ziyou, the young master of the Yan family, grow up. Mr. Yan hated officialdom. After returning to his hometown, he thought that he had fulfilled his destiny. Unavoidably, he was a bit dissolute. He only paid attention to the landscape and paid little attention to Ziyou's discipline. Unfortunately, he suddenly died of illness in his prime. Ziyou was accustomed to living a lavish life since he was a child. He had great ambitions but little talent, and was extravagant. He had obvious weaknesses and was easily taken advantage of.

In the spring of this year, a gentleman named Sima Ji came to Yanzhai, which was in decline. He brought an entourage named Xiaorong, and he gained Ziyou's trust by pretending to be a ghost and moved into the west courtyard of Yanzhai.

I recognized this Mr. Sima at a glance as an old acquaintance. He used to be a guest in Thief Sun's tent. His surname seemed to be Shen. He came all the way to Wujiang, and I didn't know what his plans were. I tried my best to avoid meeting him face to face, but I still met him face to face a few times.

He smiled half-heartedly and asked me: "Madam, you are very similar to an old friend of mine. Have you ever been to Jinglu Tunbao?"

I straightened my spine. It seemed that he was coming for me, so there was no need to hide.

"What do you want to do?" I looked at him coldly.

"Madam seems to still remember me, Shen Junzheng. In the past, madam was framed, your father was forced to rebel, his body was exposed, and his head was hung. The instigator stole the position of general and enjoyed wealth and honor. Madam, don't you want to take revenge? I'm here to help you. "Shen Junzheng smiled meaningfully.

"Master Shen, aren't you the mastermind of the great general, and would you be so kind as to help me?" I am not an impulsive young man, and it is impossible for me to believe Shen Junzheng's lies.

"I have been loyal and traitorous since ancient times. I, Shen Junzheng, am a scholar with integrity. Madam, you might as well come with me. I have a complete set of detailed plans to discuss with Madam." Shen Junzheng said it seriously. I sneered and said, "Loyalty and traitors are rewarded, and good and evil are rewarded. Do you believe it? Mr. Shen, no matter what your plans are, I have to tell you that Wujiang County is a place where the king's law is enforced. My late husband, Mr. Yan, is a party." Hope, a person of merit."

"Oh, thank you for reminding me that Wujiang County is a place where royal law exists." Shen Junzheng turned around and left, giving me a meaningful glance before leaving.

I feel cold all over my body, and I don’t know how this Shen Junzheng is going to act like a monster.

I didn't see Ziyou for several days, and the two girls, Tanghe and Lihe, said they didn't know. Until the seventh day, Ziyou suddenly came back in despair. He went to the West Courtyard to look for Mr. Sima, but Mr. Sima was already there. He left without saying goodbye and left behind a volume of silk letter from Chu vassal Zong Pi Ziyou as deputy envoy from the Eighth Grade Dianbao.

Ziyou was overjoyed when he got the conquest order. He had tried repeatedly but failed, and his ambition had been wiped out.

At this moment, I have understood that after leaving Wujiang County, Shen Junzheng can easily make us disappear together without causing any trouble. All I can do is stay away from the three brothers and sisters so that they can find a way to survive.

The day after Ziyou and others left for Wuchang to take office, Shen Junzheng and his entourage appeared again in Yanzhai like ghosts.

I wanted to save the lives of Ziyou's brother and sister, so I pretended to be cooperating with them.

Shen Junzheng's plan was that I would follow them north, along the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, from Wujiang to Suzhou, pass through Guazhou, disembark from Zhigu Village, and then go to Beijing to wait for an opportunity to assassinate Sun Thief.

Although I hated Thief Sun and was determined to take revenge on him, I was always wary of Shen Junzheng's untrustworthiness, so I asked for an extension of three to five days. Firstly, I had accumulated some energy over the years to deal with, and secondly, I wanted to give some instructions to the servant Wang Lao. She didn't want to find out so early that I had left.

Shen Junzheng was so pleased that he expected that I would not be able to escape from his grasp, so he actually agreed.

I wrote two letters to Vanilla and Hongzhu overnight, giving a rough outline of Shen Junzheng's plan. There were some people from all walks of life at Vanilla's inn. If possible, they would help me escape from Guazhou Station, but if we couldn't get together at Guazhou Station, I must go to Beijing, let them go to their respective homes, there is no need to follow them to Beijing and waste their lives.

I asked Mrs. Wang to help me pick up the mail. Time was really tight, so I had to leave everything to fate.

On the fourth day, Shen Junzheng came to inform me during the day that at sunset and early dusk today, there was a blue woolen sedan waiting at the back door. All I had to do was sit on it.

I packed a bag with my belongings a long time ago. When the time came, I carried the bag and waited at the back door. Once I left the Yan residence where I had lived for many years, I didn’t know if I could come back.

Just when I was feeling sad, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door: "Mrs. Yan, Mrs. Yan."

I pushed the door open and went out, and saw a blue woolen sedan parked outside. A middle-aged old woman stood next to her. The old woman opened the sedan curtain and said with a smile: "Mrs. Yan, please get on the sedan."