The prisoner escort vehicle rumbled past on the official road. The scorching summer sun made people's heads swell and they wished they could hide under the shade of trees and stay still. However, the soldiers who were fulfilling their duties still took every step with measured steps and did not slow down. However, the beads of sweat on their foreheads and the expressions of patience on their faces showed that they were not completely indifferent to this.
In this kind of weather, even if you sit in a car with a roof to provide shade, it is still uncomfortable.
But the most spirited person in the convoy was the prisoner who was locked in a prison van in the middle of the convoy in a very uncomfortable position and exposed to the scorching sun.
He was struggling to turn his body around, facing sideways and cursing. The cursing started when the escort team set out, and it has never stopped until now. The owner of the voice had a hoarse throat, but he was still persistent. The soldiers around him had long learned to treat the noise as the chirping of cicadas and birds, and were too lazy to make any unnecessary obstructions.
"Yan Jie, you are so ungrateful!!"
"It's a pity that this king trusts you so much! If it weren't for this king, who would use a cripple!!"
"He is a wolf in sheep's clothing, repaying kindness with hatred!"
“…”
"You cripple!! Cripple!!"
"You drowned in a piss bucket bastard!!"
“…”
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Looking in the direction where he was cursing, I saw a carriage with open sides and only a roof.
It was moving at the same speed as the prisoner car, and sitting in the car was the chief contributor to the suppression of Prince Jingning's rebellion.
Yan Jie leaned against the railing without any pretense, raised his head and took a sip of wine. He was obviously the one who was being greeted with insults along with his ancestors and descendants, up to and including eighteen generations, but there was no sign of annoyance on his face, as if he was treating the noise as a little tune to accompany his drink.
If the other party was cursing loudly, he would even nod his head as if in agreement.
This makes people wonder whether this person suffered brain damage during the suppression of the rebellion, or drank too much and became drunk.
However, Yan Jie was neither mentally injured nor drunk. He nodded simply because he felt that some of King Jingning's words did make sense. He even felt that this idiot had been confused all his life, but now he could see things much more clearly.
It is indeed as that idiot said, what is the point of living for a person like him?
He only has a little talent for writing, but he thinks he can rule the world; his vision is confined to a small area, but he talks about the world without ice with the attitude of a summer insect; when he sits at the bottom of the well and watches the Yan family and the court, there are already people spreading their wings and soaring over the nine provinces.
He could have kept up, he was the most qualified to keep up...
But he only took the small corner he saw as the whole and noticed nothing.
It was like a ridiculous play, and he was the clown in the play.
He was abandoned by his family due to his congenital disability, but he was confident in his talent and unwilling to bear resentment, so he joined that man.
Yan Jie still remembers how he used to be so proud of his talent and knowledge and spoke eloquently in front of that person.
If there were people watching this play, they would burst into laughter at this scene.
He thought that it was his talent that impressed the other person, but in fact, it was just a ridiculous act of showing off one's knowledge in front of an expert. However, the man held his hand as he struggled out of the deep mud.
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It was the other person who pulled him out of the quagmire, but he could only watch as that person sunk deeper and deeper into the abyss.
He clearly had the opportunity to do something, he clearly could have helped, but he just watched, watched everything happen...
"Ungrateful, heartless, repaying kindness with enmity!!"
What is there to refute? Isn't what he said the truth?
"Mr. Yan, your letter."
Chai Zhu held the letter in his hand, looked at Yan Jie who had his eyes closed and seemed to be drunk and asleep, and gave him a careful reminder.
He really couldn't help but panic.
When he was in Yangye before, he was in the enemy camp and his nerves were tense, so he had no time to care about some details. But now that the matter was resolved, Chai Zhu suddenly realized the problem. It was just a slight worry. But when this letter that should have been given to Yan Jie was delivered to him, Chai Zhu's anxiety almost reached its peak.
——He seemed to have accidentally gotten involved in Mr. Yan's intelligence network, and unknowingly learned the secret codes and intelligence channels clearly.
Is this something he could know?
Obviously not.
But is Mr. Yan such an imprudent person?
Even more impossible.
so……
He will be silenced, right? He will be silenced quietly, right? ! It looks like a natural death.
Shibazu:!!!
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He felt that sending the letter was simply a reminder for the other party to act quickly.
However, after what happened to King Jingning, even if Chai Zhu had a hundred more guts, he would not dare to keep the letter. Chai Zhu walked to Yan Jie with a mood of going to the guillotine. There was no condition to eat a good meal in the carriage, so he specially ate several plates of snacks before coming here, just as a last meal before execution.
Not knowing the complicated psychological activities of the boy next to him, Yan Jie heard the noise, raised his eyelids to look at him, and asked without much concern: "Where is the letter?"
Chai Zhu: "It was sent from the capital."
Yan Jie sat up straighter when he heard that. He remembered that the young master had written to him last time saying that he had already left for the capital, so it should be about time.
He was about to pick it up when he heard Chai Zhu continue, "It seems the surname is Xie."
Not the young master.
Yan Jie put down his hand that he had just raised, his shoulders slumped, and his whole body collapsed as if he had no bones.
In the capital, the surname is Xie, and I can still send him letters through this route...
"As for him," Yan Jie curled his lips, "that old guy is not dead yet? He is indeed a cuckold, with a long life..."
Chai Zhu: “…”
Mr. Yan's mouth...
The fact that this person can live peacefully until now only proves that his brain is really working well.
After spending a long time together, Chai Zhu also discovered that compared to others, he was treated very gently by Mr. Yan... It was really thanks to Brother Huo...
Seeing that Yan Jie made no move to take the letter, Chai Zhu knew that he did not intend to read it.
This was not the first time this had happened, and Chai Zhu was very familiar with handling it. "Then I'll go and deal with this letter to prevent the news from leaking."
No one knew what had touched Yan Jie's heart with this remark. He just snorted coldly and sneered, "Leaked?"
Chai Zhu: “…”
This tone...
Here it comes, here it comes again.
"He's just a reincarnated old turtle. Even a turtle shell can't have a tighter mouth than him... Even if you hit him with a stick, he can't fart..."
Chai Zhumu listened to Yan Jie cursing for half a quarter of an hour with a sullen face.
The richness and freshness of his vocabulary were far beyond what King Jingning, who never stopped talking, could compare to.
If there is any shortcoming, it is because of his physical condition. He becomes breathless after a while of scolding and his stamina is not enough.
Sure enough, after a while, Yan Jie's breathing became a little uneven.
Yan Jie also knew his own limits, so he shut up when he felt a little breathless.
He paused for a moment, raised the corner of his mouth again, and said coldly: "The only advantage of that old man is that he can keep secrets."
This was strange. Chai Zhu couldn't help but look up at Yan Jie. He had heard a lot of cursing from the other party during this period, and this was the first time that a sentence ended with praise.
Although the tone didn't sound like a compliment at all.
Even looking at the other person's expression, Chai Zhu even suspected that the previous ones were just routine greetings without any emotion, and only the last sentence was what he truly hated.
This thought only flashed through his mind. Chai Zhu had long ago learned not to delve into the implications of other people's behavior - after all, one thing can go through eighteen twists and turns in one's mind. If he wanted to understand everything clearly, his brain would probably have exploded.
However, the other party's attitude today was somewhat different from usual. Chai Zhu hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow his intuition and leave the letter where it was.
Chai Zhu didn't see it. When he turned his back and left, Yan Jie's eyes fell on him meaningfully. He paused for a moment before lowering his eyes to look at the letter he left behind.
——So I actually wanted to go back?
So obvious that even this kid could see it?
Chai Zhu, who had no idea that he was being used as a human tester, was rejoicing at having once again successfully escaped from the sea of suffering. After walking for a distance with barely maintaining a normal pace, he quickly quickened his pace and slid back to his carriage.
Yan Jie sneered when he saw it from behind, but when he looked at the letter again, his eyes became solemn again.
In the end, he did not open the letter, but just casually rolled it into his sleeve.
Anyway, it's the same old words over and over again, and he's tired of it.
It is rare for the kid from the Xiao family to be able to invite old man Xie.
Go back, just go back.
After all, the young master...will definitely enter the court...
The moon is high in the sky.
In the inn, Yan Jie suddenly opened his eyes.
It was a rare time when he was not awakened by a nightmare. He even looked at the surroundings in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
It was a dream.
Yeah...that kind of thing can only happen in dreams.
If he were still alive, he would never allow his case to be overturned.
Wait, wait!
If he were still here... still here...
There was a flash of pain in his eyes, but he immediately opened them wide.
——That person is no longer here!
An idea suddenly became clear to him, and he staggered out of bed, not caring about his congenitally disabled legs, and limped to the table.
Yan Jie desperately wanted to write something to organize his thoughts, but he didn't have time to spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so he simply dipped his fingers in the tea and made marks on the table.
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That person didn't want to overturn the verdict because he was worried that it would cause unrest in the court. However, so many years have passed. Although the little emperor has not learned even one-tenth or one-twelfth of his knowledge, those things are enough to deal with most situations. The current court is no longer as precarious as it was back then...
Yan Jie dipped his hand in tea and wrote each name on the table stroke by stroke.
After so many years, he couldn't confirm whether these people were still committed, or perhaps most of them had long forgotten the past... But it didn't matter, if half of them were willing to come forward, that would be enough.
If there is not even half...
A sneer appeared on Yan Jie's lips.
——Then he wouldn't mind helping them recall the old favors...
After all, if it weren't for Prime Minister Huo back then, they would have been buried somewhere unknown and would have been able to live such a peaceful life. He just wants such a small reward now.
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The name written by the tea quickly spread out on the table, and against the background of mahogany, it looked like a spread of blood.
Yan Jie carelessly poured out the water in the cup, completely covering up the traces.
--after all……
Unlike that adult, he has never been a good person.
First I have to go back...
Come to think of it, this letter comes at a very timely moment.
The old man would occasionally do some human work.
Yan Jie thought about it, and nonchalantly took out the crumpled letter paper from his sleeve and unfolded it.
His originally contemptuous look suddenly disappeared after he read the contents of the letter. He stared at the ink words on it, and his eyes widened little by little.
a long time.
He stiffly put his sleeves over his face to hide the expression on his face.
A muffled laugh that sounded like crying could be heard from beneath the sleeves.
"ha."
——What is this? What is this? !
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