Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King

He had nowhere to vent, and he punched himself in the chest.

"I was recuperating in the hospital, and I couldn't go anywhere. Until one day in the late summer, a few patients were waiting by the side for treatment. In the gossip, it was mentioned that the wealthy grain merchants in Yuzhou were blood-washed overnight."

"I'm terrified. I rushed back day and night to confirm that it was my Geng family. When I was exhausted, I ran to the Yamen and stopped Hao Ming again, and begged him to be fair. Claiming that it was my Geng family's money that caused the trouble, brought a gang of bandits with red eyes and killed the killer. It is sheer nonsense! Yuzhou is prosperous and prosperous, and I have never heard of murderous bandits nearby!"

"I asked Hao to do an autopsy, but Hao Ming was hesitant to take the corpses of nearly a hundred people in my Geng family out of the city one night in an attempt to destroy the corpses."

"Someone in the Red Lotus Cult heard what happened to me, came to the door, and promised to retrieve the body for me. Since then, I have been counted as a teacher..."

The story is basically over here, the plot is ups and downs, full of tension. The listener was sad, the listener wept.

Wei Yansi is not a hard-hearted person, and his heart is sore and swollen.

As the old saying goes, "the poor must have something to hate." Geng Wangshu hates the killing of innocent people on the banks of the Shuiyue River.

No one is born a bad kind, forced by the situation, and officials are forcing people to rebel.

Wei Yansi gave birth to a compassionate heart, and was embarrassed as to how to send it out.

But everything comes first, and in order, she must first redress the grievances for the Geng family, and then settle the crimes of Geng Wangshu.

Hey, let's take a step and look at it one step at a time.

"Where is your family buried now?"

Geng Wangshu's eye sockets were red again, and his nose trembling, he could see tears rolling down as he tried his best to endure: "Just buried by the lake in the backyard."

Wei Yansi instantly understood Geng Wangshu's intention for her to come to Geng's house, and understood his filial piety, and asked him to lead the way.

This fell to Geng Wangshu's expectation, and he immediately agreed.

In the old days, the Geng family had a big business, and the backyard was quite far from the flower hall. After going around a few ruined pavilions and a few gray corridors, they passed the Chuhua Gate.

A few days ago, Wei Yansi dived here at night and hurriedly did not take a close look at the scenes in the house. At the moment, he could only watch the lanterns.

As soon as the Chuhuamen gate was passed, it was immediately changed into a new world. There was no dust, cobwebs, dead leaves, and weeds, and everything was clean. Even the horns were repainted.

It can be seen that Geng Wangshu's obsession with family.

"Long live the atonement. Not long after the Caomin came back, he cleaned the backyard all day, and the front yard hadn't had time..."

Wei Yan knew it, and guessed that Geng Wangshu was in order to welcome him, and he deliberately cleaned out the flower hall in the front yard, which was considered intentional.

After passing through the house in a few places, I arrived at an open area, grassland, pavilion, water pavilion, lake...

The fly in the ointment is that the lake has already dried up, and the bottom of the lake is covered with mud and sand, like dark stagnant water, muddy with sad past events.

Remind everyone present that it is really time to change, and people go to the building to be empty.

Wei Yansi lifted his eyelids slightly, and saw a dense tombstone erected under a few dead trees on the other side. Rough calculations, everyone in the Geng family was buried here.

The cemetery is always gloomy and dreary, and Feng He is uncomfortable. He keeps looking around, like a wolf that is alert at the full moon.

He was somewhat uneasy, afraid that Geng Wangshu would cheat.

Geng Wangshu continued: "The rumors of people who have died unclearly have no liberation in their souls and will drift around like duckweed without roots, so I bury them here, at least in this place under them. is home."

Wei Yansi said bitterly: "Sorrow...Successfully change."

Although the weather in this autumn is clear and transparent, the wind has become a bit stronger and it blows bleakly. It seems that strands of wronged souls are narrating their past with the wind.

Wei Yan thought about it and asked, "Is there a fragrance?"

"delicious?"

"I want to offer incense to your parents, your brother, and all your family members."

"Yes." Geng Wangshu bowed deeply, hurried away, and hurried back, holding a small bundle of incense sticks.

"That's it? I'm afraid it's not enough." Wei Yansi glanced at the cemetery sideways, and nearly a hundred tombstones reflected the sunlight, making her dizzy.

Geng Wangshu laughed at himself: "I haven't come back for many years, and the incense at home has become damp. These were turned out from under a box in an incense candle shop a few days ago. As long as this small bundle can be used, they will surely understand your kindness."

Wei Yan thought about it, and it was right. The king of a country only worships gods and Buddha, worships heaven and earth, and worships ancestors and ancestors. It is absolutely impossible to worship the common people.

She is willing to worship at this moment, half of it is ashamed, and half of it is to gain the trust of Geng Wangshu. Whether the incense sticks are enough is not the point, the real point is to "bow."

She took the incense neatly, and was lit by Fenghe with a fire fold. Raising her forehead lightly, she put the three-pillar incense stick on the center of her eyebrows, pressed her lip line tightly, and looked firm, and bowed three times towards Father Geng's tombstone.

"Huang Tian is on the top and the soil is down. I swear today in front of the hundreds of wronged souls of the Geng family, that we will clean the officials, cure corruption, and quell the grievances of the Geng family!"

Turning his head, Geng Wangshu lay on her feet, tears rolling down, three times "Thank you Lord Longen" and three times "Long live my emperor".

As soon as Wei Yansi stepped out of the gate of the Geng family's ancestral home, she suddenly saw Qu Jinying's dress, standing in front of the black guard, and issuing the order to be ready to go.

The momentum can be described as menacing and murderous.

Wei Yansi was fortunate to have clicked it out on time, otherwise there must be a **** storm. Too cruel.

She comforted Qu Jinying in a hurry, said two or three good words, and pulled Qu Jinying into the carriage.

Outside the car, Feng He came to ask: "Hurrah, can Geng Wangshu walk with us?"

Wei Yansi, if faced with a problem, this Geng Wangshu is a sinner in the world, even if he has grievances, he is also unforgivable, and kind treatment is absolutely impossible.

"Go with him, put him in shackles and find a carriage for him."

Fenghe said "yes".

Wei Yansi stopped him again: "You are not allowed to be treated favorably, and you are not allowed to be treated harshly."

The spring came driving the horse and couldn't bear it, and asked through the curtain: "Wan Shuai, put on fetters and handcuffs...You treat him like this, won't he resist?"

Wei Yan thoughtfully said: "If he trusts me, he won't stick to this little bit."

It didn't take long before Fenghe returned, reporting that all arrangements were in order.

Wei Yansi specifically ordered: "Red Lotus Cultists are not allowed to follow."

After all... the defensive heart is indispensable.

In this way, the team set off again, moved forward slowly, and finally embarked on the road back to Beijing.

When I came here, the journey was difficult, and there was a section of thorns and a section of potholes.

When I returned, I naturally had the heart to travel in the mountains and water, and I always felt that there were pink and willow green everywhere, and the scenery was unique.

Wherever Qu Jinying likes, Wei Yansi ordered the carriages and horses to take a break, to accompany Qu Jinying to enjoy the scenery parade. Only after having eaten and wandered can be considered worthy of Ai Concubine.

The two are very affectionate, so uncomfortable.

On the way, Wei Yan wanted to find an opportunity to tell Qu Jinying everything about the Geng family, causing the other party to cry directly into tears.

Qu Jinying sucked her red nose: "The storybook can't write such a tragedy."

Wei Yansi: "Do you like obedient books?"

Qu Jinying denied: "I only like knocking melon seeds!"

There was a lot of time delay in the first half of the journey, and it was necessary to make up for it in the latter half.

After discussing with Qu Jinying, Wei Yansi chose the waterway. Firstly, it was stable and safe, and secondly, it didn't take a long time. After half a month, he arrived at Yanjing Wharf smoothly.

Ouchi and Yongyi Houfu had received the news from Qu Jinyao early, and they had prepared chariots and horses to wait at the pier before dawn, and even cleared the crowds.

Wei Yan thought about his forehead, was he afraid that the people would not know that the king would return to Beijing? She rolled her eyes to the Tianling cover, causing Qu Jinying to hiccup with laughter.

Wei Yansi played Qu Jinying and her brain collapsed. Qu Jinying was not allowed to laugh, and she got out of the cabin and stood on the bow of the ship. He saw Yi Dongpo standing at the forefront of the dock.

As soon as she showed her face, Yi Dongpo began to perform stunts—the old tears bursting and crying. It can be seen that Yi Dongpo has not slackened her ability to eat during the time she has been away from Beijing.

"My ancestor! You are back! The old slave is looking forward to the day and night, eating fast and reciting the Buddha, but I hope you will come back!" Yi Dongpo pulled the pointed opera into a rag, shaking the dust into a rag .

A word of lyrics is more miserable than a word. Those who don't understand the situation think that he is dead, calling his soul at the dock.

He is the leader of the minions. When he cried, the group of minions behind him also cried. The crowd was so powerful that they cried out of a horrible posture, comparable to the American mourning.

Wei Yansi felt so embarrassed that countless crows flew past her head.

Just trying to stop Yi Dongpo's excessive behavior, Chun Lai beside him burst into tears, and called out breathlessly, "Godfather, my son missed you so much! I thought I would never see you again in this life! "

Wei Yansi: "???"

Wei Yansi's brain hurts. As soon as the ship drew ashore, he said nothing, and led Qu Jinying into the luxury carriage. Even if the ebony minion rushed forward to ask An to kowtow, he would never turn his head softly.

Yi Dongpo stood on tiptoe, pulling by the car window, like an old vulture roaring.

"Long live you are not tired."

"Long live you, are you thirsty."

"Long live you thirsty rest and leave."

"...The weather in Yanjing turns cold, please fill in your clothes."

People are indeed very noisy, but they are very considerate. Wei Yansi no longer dislikes Yi Dongpo so much. Her expression improved a bit and ordered him to stay away.

Yi Dongpo likes to do two things most in his life, one is flattering, and the other is abiding by the purpose.

Decisively withdraw from the minion circle, stand until the last row of floating dust rises in the air, with a calm breath, and a loud voice: "Get off!"

Without yelling the word "drive", Wei Yansi directly scolded him to get out.

Yi Dongpo reined in the precipice, rewarded himself with a big slap, and shouted "Return to Mansion" instead.

Wei Yansi would rather not see and be pure, and confessed to him a new task, leading the black guard to settle down in Jingzhao Mansion, so that she can rest and rehabilitate, and she will reward her in the future.

Although this trip did not travel all over the country, I have seen a lot of local customs, leaving home for thousands of miles, and stepping on the homeland once again. Wei Yansi has a different kind of affection for Yanjing, which is like a long-distance reunion.

The curtains swayed gently with the car, and she watched Yanjing’s thousands of fireworks and flowers through the gap.

When people came and went, they met a hawker selling wontons, and he was so excited that he hurriedly called to a halt.