Riding the Pheonix Chapter 121: Suicide

The long day is finally over.

The fish belly is white in the east, and it is a brand new day.

The government officials began to clean the streets.

The corpse was carried on a cart, and the armor, weapons, and accessories were all removed, and the blood was washed away from the ground...

The prison was overcrowded, and prisoners kept coming since midnight.

Jiang Wenfeng was busy until three o'clock in the morning before he had time to stop and take a breath.

As soon as he entered the room, he found Yang Shu looking like he had just woken up from sleep, and was speechless for a moment.

"Young Master is so laid-back, so he kept us busy for a while."

Yang Shu brushed his teeth while talking to him vaguely: "We agreed when we came out that I will take action and everything else will be yours. After the fight, you will clean up the aftermath. It's fair. ."

Jiang Wenfeng thought about it, yesterday there was a mountain fire first, then a secret passage, and then a flying fairy stone... He was indeed not idle.

In the middle of the night, after finishing cleaning up Yuan Kun, he couldn't even wait to find a house, so he fell asleep in his office room.

On weekdays, I see him acting in a very orderly manner, and I always forget his age. If I think about it carefully, he is still a young man who is still young!

The two took advantage of breakfast to talk to each other about what happened yesterday.

"So the key lies with Ming San." Jiang Wenfeng peeled off the eggshell and said, "There are three key people in the case of Prince Qidong. The first is Ming San, the second is Wu Kuan, and the third is Wu Kuan. Yi. Among these three people, what Wu Yi did was a speculator. The so-called rebellion was just taking advantage of the opportunity and never thought of taking action."

Yang Shu took the peeled egg from his hand, keeping the egg white and picking the yolk into his bowl.

"Wu Yi is not worth mentioning. People like him are the kind of people that Prince Qidong likes."

Jiang Wenfeng looked at him without speaking.

Yang Shu looked at his bowl: "The same porridge as yours."

Jiang Wenfeng pointed: "I peeled this egg."

"It's the same. Why is Mr. Jiang so stingy? Besides, didn't I leave the egg yolks to you? You are old, so you need to eat more egg yolks. I am young, so eating egg whites is enough."

"..." He seemed to have heard Ah Wan mention that the young master only eats egg whites when eating boiled eggs?

Then the topic continued: "Then there is Ming San. If he had not been instigated by him, Prince Qidong would not have had this idea."

Yang Shu chuckled: "Don't give him face. Even if he has this idea, he has no ability to carry it out. It's really embarrassing that such a fool is born in the Jiang family."

Only he, a blood descendant, can comment on the royal family. Jiang Wenfeng did not answer the question and continued: "Wu Kuan seems to have something in the hands of Prince Qidong. Pirate ship."

Yang Shu shook his head: "I don't think it's that simple. There is a very clear line in what Ming San did, and his motives were sufficient. On the contrary, Wu Kuan is very vague. He is a fourth-rank official and a second-rank official. He's from a good background and is of the right age. As long as he accumulates enough political achievements, he can return to the capital and get promoted. Why bother hanging around with a prince who has no real power? It's unreasonable!"

Yes! Jiang Wenfeng looked at the egg yolks soaked in the porridge and pondered.

Ming San’s mental journey is very clear.

Ming Xiangye’s unparalleled achievements made him yearn for his grandfather’s achievements. A literati's greatest pursuit is to help an emperor ascend to the throne of God and create a peaceful and prosperous era. And he is smart enough to implement this ideal. But because of old things, he was not allowed to reuse him.

So, he had sufficient motivation to participate in the Liuyang County Prince's rebellion.

Unfortunately, now that God's throne has been stabilized, everything they have done has finally come to nothing.

When the rebellion happened, Ming San escaped by going on a mission to beg Hu and secretly returned to his ancestral home in Dongning.

His mentality at this time was no longer about realizing his ideals, but about revenge.

What about Magistrate Wu? Conspiracy would cost the lives of his whole family. He was living a good life, so why bother wading into such troubled waters?

"Where is Wu Kuan?" Yang Shu asked.

"In prison." Jiang Wenfeng replied, "He almost escaped yesterday, if it weren't for the people from the Imperial City Department keeping an eye on him."

Yang Shu nodded, ate the last flower roll, and stuffed the remaining oranges into his sleeve: "I'll go see him later."

Jiang Wenfeng said: "It's better for me to go. He is an old man in the officialdom, and I am more familiar with these things than you."

Yang Shu smiled: "What do I do? When it comes to the secrets of officialdom, no one is more familiar with it than the Imperial City Secretary." He stood up and rinsed his mouth, "You go to bed first, you are not young anymore, how can you Compare with us young people."

As he spoke, he walked out of the house and walked away.

Jiang Wenfeng stared at the door for a long time without moving.

After a while, he asked: "Qian Niang, am I really old?"

A stream of smoke floated out of his sleeves, slowly circled around his body, and finally stopped next to his cheek, rubbing it gently.

……

Yang Shu left the yamen.

The corpses on the street have been moved away, leaving behind large blood stains that cannot be washed away for a while.

"Sir!" Ah Xuan followed, "Shall we go to the prison?"

Yang Shu nodded and looked at Dongning under the sun.

This was the quietest morning he had ever seen. No one even came out to have breakfast.

Occasionally, one or two heads poked out from the crack in the door, took a peek, and then quickly retracted.

The Lichuan army is still searching for traitors one by one, as if it is the only voice in this ancient city. ~IndoMTL.com~ You sent Duofu back yesterday. Is everything okay? ”

A Xuan replied: "Miss Ming is very good, the Ming family did not make things difficult for her."

"..." Yang Shu said angrily, "I'm asking about Duofu, who told you to talk about her?"

Axuan blinked. Isn’t that right? He has been with the young master for more than ten years. The young master can guess his true intention just by saying anything. But this time he guessed it wrong?

Of course, he will not say this out loud...

"Oh." Ah Xuan replied, "Miss Duofu is fine, her pulse is very stable, but she looks scary."

Yang Shu took out the orange from his sleeve, but did not peel it open, just playing with it with both hands.

"Axuan, how much of what you said about her is true? Fortune Master, is it really that magical?"

A Xuan shook his head honestly: "My subordinates don't know much about mystical arts."

Yang Shu sighed: "Actually, I also had the opportunity to learn mysticism back then. But the guy who was willing to teach me mysticism was scolded by me and ran away..."

Axuan said: "Are you talking about your master?"

Yang Shu squinted at him: "Who do you think he is as my master? Didn't he just teach you a set of swordsmanship? My kung fu was all taught by my grandparents."

"Yes." Why would Ah Xuan contradict him, "My subordinate said it wrong."

Seeing him like this, Yang Shu found it boring and simply stopped talking.

The two of them arrived at the prison in silence. Just when they said they were going to interrogate Magistrate Wu, a jailer ran out shouting: "It's not good! The prisoner committed suicide!"

Axuan grabbed the jailer: "Which prisoner? How did he commit suicide? Is he still angry?"

The jailer looked horrified: "It's Magistrate Wu! He took his own hairpin and poked it through his eyes. He was already out of breath."