Ye Zhixing slowly withdrew his eyes, as if thinking about something, and then turned his gaze to the back of the carriage driving away through the city gate.
"That person... seems to be the young prince of Jiangyuan."
He has just passed his prime years now, but he had heard of the name of the prince a few years ago. At the age of fifteen, he accompanied his father, His Highness King Kang, to conquer Mongolia. At the age of sixteen, he pacified the country.
At that time, he only led a thousand troops to attack the general camp of Xiliang. He became famous and became the most powerful and victorious general in Qi Dynasty.
It's a pity that in that incident, the entire Jiang family was beheaded. Even though their father tried his best to dissuade the current emperor, he never spared anyone from the Jiang family.
Ye Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly, is he still alive?
Of course, Ye Zhiren knew the reputation of the prince. When he was younger, he saw his bright clothes and angry horses passing through Baihu Street. People all over the city came to congratulate him for guarding the border and winning the battle. They were extremely envious.
"What!"
He looked over with some disbelief, but unfortunately the carriage had gone far away and disappeared. He was surprised and happy in his heart that he was still alive! It turned out that the Jiang family had no heirs!
"Brother, it seems that he is here in Qishan City! Let's go look for him on the streets tomorrow and see if we can see him again!"
At first, when his uncle the emperor sent them to Fishan City, he was not happy. The city was far away and remote, and the climate was very bad, so he lost his temper.
But now all the anger he had felt along the way has dissipated and turned into a surprise. He really came to the right place in Gishan City!
But Ye Zhixing's eyebrows never relaxed from the moment he saw Jiang Wenzheng.
Of course he was happy that the Jiang family was not extinct. I think his father would also happily thank God when he knew the news.
When the Jiang family was framed for their loyalty, His Royal Highness King Kang and the eldest son of the Jiang family were directly killed on the battlefield. As soon as Erlang entered the city gate, he was stripped of his armor and taken into prison. I heard that the youngest son Jiang Wenzheng had his legs broken by the Mongols and was taken from the city.
When the door was lifted in, his blood was left all along the way.
When the Jiang family was exterminated, his father was depressed all day long and resigned from office the next year.
My father must have learned a lesson from what happened to the Jiang family and understood the principle that a big tree attracts wind.
"What are you looking for him for?"
Ye Zhixing's tone increased, almost shouting. He finally escaped and saved his life. Wouldn't it be good to hide in this remote town and live his happy life?
"Does the Jiang family always have to bear the reputation of being rebellious officials and traitors?"
Ye Zhiren wanted Jiang Wenzheng to rise up and rectify the Jiang family's case. He couldn't bear the demise of a large family that had been loyal and loyal for generations.
"Aren, how easy do you think it is to escape from the execution ground? How many people do you think have sacrificed their lives?"
If there is one less person to be executed at the execution ground, the officials at the prison will be questioned. If Jiang Wenzheng survives, who will die for him?
If he appeared, wouldn't those who sacrificed their lives to save his life have lost their lives in vain?
Ye Zhiren was stunned for a moment. He had never thought so much. Only after hearing his elder brother's admonishment did he realize how childish his thoughts were. He pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, but fortunately the soldier who delivered the documents ran back. Ye Zhixing looked at Su Ji's official seal on it, carefully put it into his pocket, and rode into the city.
His Majesty rewarded them with a house located in the north of Qishan City. When the two brothers arrived, there was only an old housekeeper standing in front of the door waiting for them.
"I have met the two generals."
The old butler looked to be about seventy years old, with gray hair on his temples and a stooped back due to age. His eyes were smiling and friendly, but there were age spots on his face.
He knew that the two of them had high official positions and were relatives of the emperor, so he knelt down tremblingly and saluted them, "In the future, I will try my best to take care of these two generals."
He was lying on the ground and his hands were trembling. Although he seemed to be full of energy when he spoke, he started coughing violently after speaking.
Ye Zhiren stood in front of him awkwardly. He was not helping him, but he felt guilty if he didn't help him. Stop taking care of them. They were just as good at taking care of the old housekeeper.
Ye Zhixing looked at the yard with the gate wide open. It was empty and overgrown with weeds...
"Are you...the only one in the house?"
He tentatively asked, this mansion looks very grand from the outside, but why is it so dilapidated inside?
Even Ye Zhiren saw it, with disgust on his face. The emperor was really his uncle and gave them such a courtyard.
The two had no choice but to stay here. Fortunately, the old housekeeper knew that they were coming a few days ago, so he kept the two courtyards clean. Although they were a little shabby, they still looked very neat.
What kind of bicycles do you need now that things are like this? Ye Zhiren stopped choosing and chose a smaller courtyard to live in.
The small courtyard was close to the west side, and there was a dry well inside. It was dark and dark when he entered the house. He wanted to open the window to get some air, but he saw a pile of debris beside the window, as if blocking the opening of the window.
He pushed the debris aside, opened the window sash, and light suddenly shone in, making the cabin bright and bright.
Ye Zhiren grinned and breathed in the fresh evening air, which made his heart and lungs feel comfortable. Although this city was small, the air was good. It was not like Kyoto, where every breath smelled like copper.
But for just a second, the window sash seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. With a creaking sound, the lock above it collapsed. It hung crookedly on the edge of the window. Before Ye Zhiren could react, the window sash fell with a clang.
On the ground.
His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked at the window sash in disbelief...
Ye Zhiren sighed softly when he reacted. He has been optimistic since he was a child.
If a person has a half glass of water, some people will say that he only has half a glass of water left, while some people will be happy that they still have half a glass of water.
And Ye Zhiren belongs to the latter. It doesn't matter if one window falls off, he doesn't have another one!
Bang!
Ye Zhiren was really doubting his life. He looked at the other window that had fallen to the ground and pursed his lips.
He seemed to know the reason for the pile of debris piled next to the window.
His mother taught him to face life optimistically and positively since he was a child.
When the window is gone, all the light comes in! It just so happens that he can still look at the scenery outside. The sky in Hajiyama Castle seems to be bluer than the sky in Kyoto.
But as soon as he lay down at the window, he saw the dry well in the yard...
sleep!
Ye Zhiren lay down on the bed angrily. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the bed.
Su Yuanyuan took care of the affairs of the villa and planned to go up the mountain after the breeding farm was repaired and built.
There were a lot of patients these days. Some had difficult and complicated diseases. Dongyuan recorded their names and told them a precise time for them to come to Su Yuanyuan for treatment.
This morning, Su Yuanyuan's busy feet never stopped.
Finally having some free time, she sat in front of the counter and gnawed on an apple.
