Chapter 111 First Release "How could it be?"

Song Linsheng paused, his eyes calm. He just looked up at Yang Sheng without making any promises.

Those eyes stared at Yang Sheng indifferently, like a cold pond or ancient well, almost sucking people in.

For a while, no one spoke in the yard. Occasionally, the chirping of insects could be heard, embellishing the moonlit night as deep as the sea.

Wen Yu stood aside and read the document in Song Linsheng's hand carefully, but since Song Linsheng didn't say anything, she didn't respond either.

Yang Sheng's heart was almost roasted on the fire, like being cooked in blazing oil.

He and Lord Song were indeed not familiar with each other, let alone any friendship. Now that he had said these words rashly, it was understandable that Lord Song was somewhat...unmoved.

But in order to get to the bottom of this matter, Lord Song has been staying in the government office for the past two days, working all night without taking off his clothes. This shows that he is not a person who will stand by and watch.

Yang Sheng calmed down. He had indeed been a little worried because Lord Song had just arrived in Jiangyang...

But he was more indignant for Lord Jia, who had worked diligently for many years but had never been promoted to the position of prefect, while Lord Song, despite being young and inexperienced, had been promoted directly to the position.

However, since he unexpectedly met Lord Song last time and dealt with him, he realized how extraordinary Lord Song was.

He always thought that Lord Song was Lord Jia's competitor, but Lord Song was not like that. When his Lord was being blackmailed, it was Lord Song who generously donated money.

Thinking of this, Yang Sheng became more determined in what he wanted.

"Sending this document here was not instructed by my master."

Song Linsheng turned his eyes and looked at Wen Yu beside him. Coincidentally, Wen Yu was also looking at him.

"I think you wanted to personally submit to Lord Song for judgment during the trial tomorrow." Yang Sheng paused, feeling a knot in his throat. "It was only by chance that I ran into you, so I hurried to find Lord Song."

Today's incident happened suddenly. In fact, he had not fully reacted until he returned home.

My master killed someone.

He used to work in the government office, and even though he had never investigated a case on his own, he knew a little about it.

If anyone commits a crime, he should be arrested and punished according to the law. No one should abuse lynching.

Even the governor of a prefecture cannot act like this.

This is also the reason why the people on the riverbank today had such intense reactions and emotions.

In his heart, he naturally thought that there was nothing wrong with it. Even if that person was caught and brought back to the government office, he would not have a good end. Since he was a fugitive from many years ago, he would settle the old and new accounts together. He was afraid that in the end, he would end up with his head and body separated.

Therefore, when he went to Tongzhiyuan to deliver food just now, he saw his father sitting at the desk and writing this kind of thing. Yangsheng found it unreasonable.

Why should a good man like his father be wronged and even forced to resign from his official position to apologize because of a person who caused trouble and killed people?

"That person"

"Sir Song, I know you're a good official who enforces the law impartially. You'll certainly handle this matter with caution." Yang Sheng's heart moved, and he racked his brains to think about what happened before. "What's more..."

He shouldn't have said this at this time. His father was not the kind of person who would repay a favor, but things had their reasons and he couldn't care less.

"What's more, when Lord Song and Madam Wen were in trouble, it was my Lord who sent people to rescue them..."

Yang Sheng's face was burning so hot that it was almost on fire, but when he thought about the situation his father would face and his father's resignation due to the humiliation, he felt that it was not difficult to say a few words of pleading.

"Master Song, please take that incident into consideration and handle this matter as appropriate!"

After Yang Sheng finished speaking, Song Linsheng had not yet come to his senses. He was thinking about something else.

The good official that Yang Sheng mentioned, is he... a good official?

Wen Yu glanced at Yang Sheng's face with the corner of her eye.

According to what he said, it was indeed Lord Jia who sent Lord Mu out of the city on patrol when she and Song Linsheng were rescued. However, he didn't know whether the rescuers Yang Sheng mentioned were sent specifically to rescue them or were just ordinary patrols.

There is a huge difference between the two.

"You mean, I'm a good official?" Song Linsheng's voice rang out.

Yang Sheng seemed not to have expected him to ask this question. After all, this was not the focus of his words, and he was stunned where he stood.

Not only Yang Sheng, but even Wen Yu was a little surprised.

"Of course..."

What does Lord Song mean by this? Is he trying to test his sincerity to determine whether his words are true or false?

Song Linsheng closed the document in his hand, put one hand behind his back, and held it in the other hand, placing it in front of his eyes, right in front of Yangsheng.

"So, in your opinion, is Lord Jia a good official?" Song Linsheng asked slowly.

"That's natural. Is there any need to explain this?"

Yang Sheng was a little confused, but he answered without hesitation. Then, perhaps because of nervousness or something else, he couldn't help but glance at Wen Yu who was standing beside him.

Although his father was a bit serious and old-fashioned, and sometimes acted too decisively, which caused occasional complaints from the people, he was generally a good official who was honest and caring about the people.

There is nothing to doubt about this.

The answer was expected, and Song Linsheng didn't feel surprised at all. He nodded slightly and looked at Yang Sheng with a complicated expression.

But what exactly is used to judge between good and bad, and between good and evil?

Song Linsheng let out a sigh, and the light sigh dissipated in the cool night mixed with the sound of the wind.

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Yu finally had the opportunity to ask, "Are you saying that Lord Jia knew that Lord Song and I were in trouble and sent Lord Mu to rescue us?"

Yang Sheng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was startled again when he heard this. He quickly collected his thoughts and asked seriously, "How could it be?"

"That day during the holiday, I... Lord Jia was worried about the security inside and outside the city, so he ordered Lord Mu to go and inspect it."

I just happened to meet Lord Song and Madam Wen.

However, he did not say this out loud. He had just used this as an excuse, and it was inappropriate to say now that it was just a coincidence.

Fortunately, Madam Wen did not ask any further questions, which made him feel a little more at ease.

Wen Yu nodded in greeting, but couldn't get anything out of him.

These were things she and Song Linsheng had known all along. If Yang Sheng didn't know, then perhaps only Lord Jia, the person involved, would know.

As for whether Lord Jia is a good official...

The sight of him riding his horse through East Street and openly arresting people in the back alleys overlapped with his busy figure running around in and out of Jiangyang Restaurant and working hard at the sacrificial ceremony, making Wen Yu unable to see clearly for a moment.

In her eyes, it is difficult to come to a conclusion.

The night wind was blowing gently, insects were chirping sparsely, and the candlelight shining on Yang Sheng's face did not bring the slightest warmth. Instead, the air around him became increasingly cold.

His heart seemed to have been washed in the Yuan River, beaten several times and left completely battered.

"Sir Song, since..."

Since he refuses to agree, there is nothing I can do. I can just wait until the public trial tomorrow and then he can raise his objection.

Just when Yang Sheng thought Song Linsheng would not respond, he spoke instead.

"I accept your document." Song Linsheng raised the document in his hand and put it behind his back. "As for the feelings and matters you have described, I will also deal with them fairly."

"Really? Are you serious?"

Yang Sheng was so happy that he even spoke without thinking. He just wanted to confirm with Lord Song.

Only after the words were spoken and spoken did he realize the inappropriateness of his words.

"Thank you, Master Song, and thank you, Madam Wen."

Yang Sheng finally felt his shoulders relax. He was not afraid of the rumors among the people. He was only afraid that Lord Song was unwilling to believe his father, or would easily accept his father's resignation document.

Now that Lord Song has promised to handle the matter impartially, he will naturally not show favoritism.

After saying this, Yang Sheng greeted Song Linsheng and Wen Yu. He was always very polite when he was outside.

His father had taught him to walk and sit upright, and to move with moderation.

Then Yang Sheng was about to say goodbye.

He left in a hurry and left his father alone in the Tongzhiyuan. I don't know if he is writing the second or third official document now. He was delayed for a long time on the way, so I'm afraid his father can write seven or eight documents.

As early as when he snatched the documents from his father, his father said this -

You take one and I'll write one.

It would be better if you take ten letters and I go and apologize in person tomorrow.

Now he had to rush back to see his father. His father was a man who was cold in words but warm in heart. In the past, he was reckless and always relied on his father's care. Now times have changed, and it was time for him to protect his father.

Song Linsheng did not stop him and let Yang Sheng go.

He walked briskly and hurriedly, and in just a moment he left through the corridor without leaving even a piece of his clothes behind.

Wen Yu was holding her cheek on the side, scratching her ear lightly with her fingertips, watching Yang Sheng disappear around the corner.

"Aren't we going to follow?" Wen Yu turned her head to look at Song Linsheng who was half a step behind her and asked softly.

"Why are you following?"

"Let's follow him and see what Lord Jia is up to." Wen Yu pouted, looking at the official document in Song Linsheng's hand.

Song Linsheng stretched out his hand from behind, and the document lay in his hand.

Whatever medicine it is, it won't be a regret medicine.

The swiftness with which Lord Jia raised his hand and shot the arrow proved that he had not hesitated at all. How could he regret it just because of a few words from the people?

"I have to follow you, but there's no rush." ​​Song Linsheng's eyes were gentle as he spoke softly to Wen Yu.

"Hmm?" Wen Yu was a little confused. Isn't this the best time?

If not now, when?

Song Linsheng put the document into his sleeve and called out to the dark, "Wash the inkstone."

In the shadows behind, a human figure was swaying.

Wen Yu looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who came out from the dark backlight was Xiyan.

"Wash the inkstone?" Wen Yu exclaimed. When did he come here?

She was listening to Yang Sheng so attentively that she didn't even notice when Xi Yan approached.

Xiyan was holding a food box in one hand and a thick brocade cloak hanging in the other arm. He answered the call while coming out from under the corridor.

"Hey - Madam Wen, Master."

He had just arrived not long ago, but seeing the young master and Yang Sheng discussing serious matters, and looking at the food box and clothes in his hands, he felt it was inconvenient to show up, so he simply waited in the back corner.

But the young master was smart and discovered him early in the morning.

"Young master has good hearing." Xiyan had things hanging on both of his hands, and he walked like a clumsy goose.

Song Linsheng smiled faintly and said nothing. It wasn't that he had good hearing, he just knew Xiyan would come early in the morning.

Xiyan handed the cloak to Song Linsheng, then held the food box in both hands and said respectfully to Wen Yu, "Madam Wen, please come in and have dinner."

He opened the food box slightly, revealing a corner.

"I brought you the mutton in the basin."

Song Linsheng raised his hand and shook open the cloak. The gold and silver embroidery on it sparkled in the moonlight, very eye-catching.