The evidence was burned, which meant that nothing could be verified. After venting his anger, Ye Yongjia followed Wan Heshun's idea and sent the dyer to the execution ground, while the Minister of Industry named Wang was spared.
Disaster.
Word spread among the people that this was what Ye Yongjia ordered Wei Chong to do, and that the evidence was burned in order to cover up his colleagues. These conclusive rumors once again appeared in front of everyone. His ugly image is not surprising, but
It has become more and more vivid.
But Wan Heshun has never been doubted by others. In the eyes of the public, this prince is more like a kind and gentle gentleman. He is not impatient, calm and unhurried. Coupled with his already noble status, the people believe him to be authoritative. Although this'
The authority did not grant them any favors, but as long as they thought that there was a powerful prince in Nanjing City, they naturally felt a lot more at ease.
But Ye Yongjia had no intention of comparing himself to Wan Heshun, and was immersed in doing his job. But he was really confused. Since no one trusted him, what did he expect by doing this?
After Wei Chong explained the matter to Wan Heshun, he silently returned home, took a heavy small bag, and went out silently. He took the bag without saying a word, walked through several streets, and walked to a
He stopped in front of the mansion, knocked on the door, and lowered his voice and said, "Wei Chong."
He hid from everyone's sight and sneaked into the house.
"Is it still too late?" The people inside grabbed Wei Chong's sleeve and asked repeatedly.
"It's too late. I have already prepared things for you. Logically speaking, you can escape under Wan Heshun's nose today." Wei Chong looked at him with a pair of calm eyes.
"What does it mean to be reasonable?" The man lost his etiquette in a panic and grabbed Wei Chong's collar: "I followed your instructions and spent a total of eight hundred taels of silver. You can't lie to me!
"
"Although I like to make a lot of money, I will never be dishonest because of it. This is my principle. Don't worry." Wei Chong said, throwing the bag in his hand to the ground.
The man was filled with joy and bowed three or five times. He immediately lay down and rummaged through the bag like a dog.
"Official certificate..." He took out the official certificate from the bag and muttered to himself.
"What official?" He raised his head suspiciously and asked.
"Chief of Chao County." Wei Chong said.
He sneered: "What? Not enough?"
"I, a dignified minister of the Ministry of Industry in Nanjing, spent so much money, and was sent to a place like this by a subordinate like you!" He stood up suddenly and shouted sternly.
"Bah!" Wei Chong spat on the ground, "If it weren't for me, Wei Chong, your life would be almost gone. You are still fussing over things and nagging... This is because I worked so hard to send people to open up the joints in Luzhou Prefecture.
I've got an official for you. Can't the official suppress the traces if the official is young? You can leave if you want. If you don't want to die here...there's nothing more to say!"
"This..." The Minister of Industry turned his back and pondered for a long time.
"Just go!" He stamped his feet and sighed.
"Okay!" Wei Chong smiled peacefully.
"I'll take care of it now..."
"Oh, wait, wait, wait." Wei Chong interrupted, "If you leave today, it will arouse the suspicion of the prince. It's not too late to wait until tomorrow night."
"Can it be done?" Shangshu said fearfully, being a man who cherished his life.
"It's good for me if you leave. I will definitely protect you with my life, don't worry." Wei Chong patted his shoulder.
When Wei Chong arrived at the palace, it was a cold and dull foggy night. When he walked to the street, he saw that the sky seemed to be pressing down heavily, and the clouds were dense, as if they were gathering rain.
Lu Fangxuan usually suffers from shortness of breath and chest tightness, but at this time of year, he feels like he can hardly breathe, and there is a feeling of suffocation all over his body. Even so, it does not prevent him from judging the situation clearly.
, on the contrary, pain showed its use at this time, and it inspired his thinking.
Under the command of Mrs. Yue Guoguo, the servant quickly wiped the big beads of sweat on his forehead.
Lu Fangxuan shook his head, "Stop wiping..." He gritted his teeth and spit out a few words with difficulty.
"Master, you can't go on like this. It's better to rest and lie down..."
"Shut up." Lu Fangxuan's voice was extremely cold and stern.
His wife felt aggrieved, pouted, and retreated with tears in her eyes.
Lu Fangxuan opened his eyes, but his vision was blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly.
"Wan Heshun... kill... Wang Shangshu tonight..." He muttered to himself, but no one around him could understand what he was saying.
Lu Fangxuan suddenly had an idea in the chaos, his fingers trembled slightly, and he was ready to send troops immediately to cut off his sworn brother Wan's plan.
But he hesitated and put his hands on his knees. Did Wan Heshun really want to kill the Minister of Industry? Lu Fangxuan asked himself. Logically speaking, killing the Minister of Industry would indeed erase the evidence.
He Wan Heshun is extremely advantageous; but there is another person who is obviously more of a thorn in the side, and that is Fang Jiancai.
As long as Wan Dang sends someone to capture Fang Jiancai, the Fang Family Dyeing House will have no chance of making a comeback, and it will lose a good chess piece that can turn the tide of the battle, just like handing over its advantage to others... The consequences are unimaginable.
Lu Fangxuan was not surprised. Instead, he showed a row of silver teeth and smiled. He had already understood Wan Heshun's little trick of "building plank roads openly and concealing Chencang", and believed that Wan Heshun would definitely adopt a tough plan to stay in the city.
Live in Fang Jiancai.
Therefore, troops will still have to be sent in the end, but the direction will be reversed.
"You..." Lu Fangxuan pointed at a slave standing nearby and said with all his strength, "You... take my military talisman, go to the barracks... and bring out my army horses...
Fire...hurry to Fang...jia's dyeing workshop, don't...delay..." After saying that, he trembled and coughed three times toward the roof, his chest still felt like a stone was pressed down on him.
"Wait..." Lu Fangxuan said again,
"Who is the person who went to kill Shangshu... we must also find out..."
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"Walk!"
Wei Chong covered his head and led several assassins in black, taking advantage of the moonlight to march slowly in the hazy night.
Diffuse fog was floating everywhere, making it difficult for them to distinguish the path, so Wei Chong walked along the street corner until he touched a stone lion.
He followed the lion and looked up to see a mansion. He opened his eyes and saw the words on the plaque through the gaps in the thick fog.
"Wang Shangshu lives here." He turned around and whispered.
After hearing this, the assassins came over with broken steps.
"How to get in?"
Wei Chong pretended to be thoughtful, and then said for a long time: "How about I lure him out, kill him and leave."
As soon as the assassins heard his order, without saying a word, they each lurked in front of the gate, waiting for the people inside to come out.
Wei Chong walked to the door slowly and knocked three times.