Here Yan Mu came out of Jingchuan Garden. Because he was lame in one leg, he walked very slowly. He went to the wine shop to drink a pot of wine and staggered while drinking.

Someone was following him behind him, and he walked into an alley. After twisting and turning, he realized that there was no one behind him, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Turning into a very private courtyard, Yan Mu locked the door.

"Master, we only rescued one person." Jiang Yuan came over and said.

Yan Mu nodded and walked into the room. He saw a man dressed as a scholar sitting on a chair, covering his face and crying. He was in a mess, and his boots were worn out. He had obviously arrived here after a long journey, and he was probably still here.

Before he could take a breath, he was chased and killed.

After all, I am a scholar, I have never experienced this, and now I have collapsed.

Yan Mu walked over and kicked the chair where the scholar was sitting. With a bang, the scholar was so frightened that he stopped crying and looked up at Yan Mu in panic.

"Are you crying for yourself or for your companions?" he asked.

When he mentioned his companions, the scholar couldn't help but shed tears again, "They were my childhood friends, classmates, and friends. They died one by one in front of me. Brother Lingjun... even blocked a sword for me, making me fast."

Run. There are twelve of us, and now I’m the only one left. What’s the use of me? I might as well die with them.”

Jiang Yuan poured the scholar a cup of hot tea and asked him to take a sip of tea first.

When the scholar recovered, Jiang Yuan asked him to tell him what happened.

It turned out that this scholar and the other eleven students were all taking the exam this year, but when they registered their student status in Yuzhou, their territory, they discovered that they had already joined the military in the previous two years.

But they were all studying in the academy, so how could they join the army? It was obviously a mistake on the part of the government. But the government ignored such an obvious mistake and only said that they could not participate in the Qiu Wei.

They have been studying hard for more than ten years in order to participate in Qiuwei and get into high school, but they can't take the exam because of such a mistake?

They were dissatisfied and appealed to the Yuzhou Prefectural Government, but they were imprisoned for half a month on charges of provoking quarrels and provoking trouble.

Unable to seek justice within the boundaries of Yuzhou, they made an appointment to come to Beijing to file a petition. Along the way, they were chased by Yuzhou officers and soldiers, and their companions were killed one by one. They finally realized that this matter was not simple.

But they did not back down, and the character and perseverance of scholars were vividly reflected in them. They gritted their teeth and went through all kinds of hardships and finally came to Jin'an. But they sued Jingzhao Mansion, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Household Affairs

, but no one accepted it.

They were not expecting the darkness of officialdom.

At this time, there are only six of them left. The living people bear the mission of themselves and their dead companions, and they cannot retreat. In a few days, it will be Beijin's God's Day, when the emperor will go to Fahua Temple to offer incense, and they plan to block the way then.

Complaint.

But just last night, a group of people broke into their hiding place and killed his companions one by one.

"I was supposed to be a soul killed by the sword. At the critical moment, a righteous man saved my life." After saying this, the scholar let out a long sigh.

Yan Mu had roughly guessed that since the news about General Wuwei's empty salary came out, they wanted to wipe the matter clean, so they would naturally take action, so he asked Jiang Yuan to keep an eye on General Wuwei's mansion.

Sure enough, a fish that slipped through the net was saved.

Yan Mu raised his eyes and looked at the scholar, "Do you still want to seek justice for yourself and your dead companions?"

The scholar nodded hurriedly, "I am willing to fight to the death!"

Yan Mu stood up and walked to the scholar, bent down and whispered something.

The scholar's eyes widened, "This..."

"Are you scared?" Yan Mu raised his eyebrows.

"I can't kill innocent people."

"Innocent?" Yan Mu sneered coldly, "What if he is not innocent? If he has committed a heinous crime and you kill him, will you not only do justice for heaven, but also achieve great justice?"

The scholar looked at the man in front of him. He obviously didn't do anything, but there was an aura of intimidation around him that made him tremble all over.

"Ha, in order to achieve the goal, you still need some means, don't you?" Yan Mu straightened up, with a sinister look in his eyes, "Don't worry, you won't get blood on your hands."

Coming out of the house, Jiang Yuan ran two steps to catch up with Yan Mu, "Master, our original plan was to kill Heshuo, why did we suddenly change the person?"

Yan Mu took a deep breath, "If you want to leave Beijin, you need to play a bigger game of chess."

"ah?"

His master only wants to kill Heshuo. He is like a madman and never cares about safety. Why does he feel so worried now?

"Besides, he deserves to die!" Yan Mu said harshly.

Here Liu Yunxiang came to Prince Ying's Mansion, and Murong Zhixi's maid led her into the inner room.

"Yunxiang, you're here, come and sit down."

Murong Zhixi sat on the warm bed and waved to Liu Yunxiang. She was now seven months pregnant and her belly was bulging very high.

Liu Yunxiang walked over and took her hand, "Why are you kneeling?"

"I want to write the "Great Compassion Mantra" in gold letters. I feel uncomfortable sitting down, but it's better to kneel down."

Only then did Liu Yunxiang see that the note was covered with paper, and there were words written in gold and ink on it. Each of them was a meaningful and elegant small word. Looking at it, there was already a thick pile of writing on the side.

"How much do you want to write?"

"A hundred times."

Liu Yunxiang hurriedly helped Murong Zhixi sit down and let her lean on the soft pillow behind her, "Who asked you to write this?"

Murong Zhixi smiled, "I took the job myself."

"How to say?"

"Isn't it the Festival of Sacrifice to Gods in a few days? It is our tradition here that the wife should write scriptures in gold characters to pray to the gods for her husband's good health and long life. The more she writes, the more sincere she is."

"So you are writing to His Royal Highness?"

Murong Zhixi shook her head, "There are elders in the family, so the younger ones can't pray for themselves. This is a letter to the emperor."

Liu Yunxiang couldn't understand, "Didn't you say you wanted your wife to write it?"

Murong Zhixi nodded, "I wrote this on behalf of the Imperial Concubine Ming Dynasty."

"Concubine Ming?"

"Well, when the Queen Mother of England passed away, the King of England was still young, and he was raised by Concubine Ming at the discretion of the Emperor. Because of this, I often need to go to the palace to pay my respects to Concubine Ming. When I entered the palace a few days ago, she said

I have an eye disease and am unable to write golden Buddhist scriptures for the emperor. As the daughter-in-law, I should take care of my mother-in-law's worries, so I took it upon myself."

Liu Yunxiang raised his eyebrows, "She agreed?"

"Um."

Liu Yunxiang exhaled, "You, she obviously told you on purpose to stop you from doing this job."

Murong Zhixi smiled, "I'm not that stupid, I naturally know. But the King of England is away now. If anything happens, he has to rely on Concubine Ming. Besides, when I was copying Buddhist scriptures, I also secretly prayed for the King of England."

Murong Zhixi smiled, but her smile was a little forced.

Liu Yunxiang's thoughts changed, "But what happened to the King of England?"

Murong Zhixi shook her head, but she was really worried and had nothing to talk about. After struggling for a while, she looked at Liu Yunxiang and said: "His Royal Highness the King of England sent me a letter the day before yesterday, saying that he had arrived a hundred miles away from Jin'an City. It was supposed to be here yesterday.

He should have returned to Beijing, but there has been no news yet, and I am really worried."

A hundred miles outside the city? Liu Yunxiang thought, if those miraculous rumors in the previous life were true, then the King of England should be somewhere outside the city now, and he was seriously injured.

The ruined temple outside the city...

Liu Yunxiang carefully recalled the rumors he heard in his previous life. After Emperor Ming was saved by the White Tiger God, he built the White Tiger Temple on the basis of the original ruined temple.

The incense at Baihu Temple is so popular that it is said that the smoke from the incense can suppress the thousand-year-old Fahua Temple.
Chapter completed!