Chapter 11 Dawn Dawn has arrived in the capital
By the time we got back home, the sky was already ablaze with orange-red flames, and when we looked up we could see the sun and the moon shining together.
Wen Ying found an excuse and returned to Qingzhu Pavilion. As soon as she entered the house, she felt something had changed.
There seemed to be fewer secret guards monitoring him.
In the past, they wanted to block her completely, but now the number of people and the strength have weakened, and the feeling of oppression has suddenly eased.
Wen Ying didn't know that Yan Jing had already realized that he couldn't defend against her, so he stopped wasting time and only left some secret guards to monitor Chun Tao, who had little attainment in martial arts.
I just feel relieved, and it will be much easier to carry out secret activities next time.
Chun Tao went to help Wen Ying change her clothes after she came back from outside. Her fingers slid down to touch her collar and she whispered, "Miss, there are many letters from home."
As he spoke, he pulled out an envelope from his sleeve and stuffed it into the front fold of Wen Ying's lapel.
Wen Ying said "hmm" softly and gathered her clothes: "I'm just about to meet him."
"I took in a baby when I left the city today. If someone gives her to you later, please find a wet nurse for me to raise her."
Chuntao's pupils dilated slightly when she heard this.
If the news of an unmarried woman bringing a baby out were to get out, there would be countless rumors.
The lady's identity is complicated and it is obviously not appropriate for her to attract attention.
But Chuntao didn't say anything, just nodded and said, "Yes."
The young lady had a kind heart and she couldn't say anything, but what if this child blocked the young lady's way?
Then she is not as soft-hearted as the young lady.
Wen Ying gave a few instructions, changed into dark clothes to avoid the eyes of the secret guards, and left the house following Tianhuo's tail.
She needs to go to the outskirts of the city to take a look at what is going on before the city gates are locked today.
Before that, we have to check on the situation of the little boy who crawled through the dog hole yesterday.
Wen Ying had limited time, so she hurried to Liu's house, but stopped a few dozen steps away.
The breath...is not right.
Did Yan Jing also place surveillance cameras in her home?
That's why she hates suspicious literati who are always concerned about every little thing!
Wen Ying was secretly complaining in her heart. She walked around and rubbed an inconspicuous corner. After a while, she touched a bulge and pressed it down.
A secret door suddenly appeared.
For those lonely travelers who live on the edge of a knife, secret passages and hidden doors are essential skills for them.
Wen Ying bent down and walked through the narrow and low secret passage. After walking more than ten steps, she suddenly felt enlightened.
Uncle Liu was standing in the dark room at the end of the secret passage. When he saw the newcomer, he bowed respectfully and said, "Miss."
Wen Ying nodded in response and glanced at the little boy sitting on the bed. The little boy seemed to have taken a bath. Although he was still very thin and his long-uncut hair covered his face, he finally looked better.
When the boy met her eyes, he trembled and subconsciously looked up at Uncle Liu.
It seems that the grandfather and grandson get along well.
You heartless boy, don’t you remember who brought him back?
Uncle Liu saw his young lady gritting her teeth and knew that she had misunderstood, so he spoke up and introduced her: "Changsheng, this is my young lady, and she was the one who brought you back from the city wall that day."
Changsheng visibly relaxed when he heard Uncle Liu say this, and explained timidly, "I'm sorry, Miss, after the Vermillion Bird God rang the bell, I would forget some things."
Memory gap?
Wen Ying came in a hurry and did not read the letter Uncle Liu sent to her. She turned around and asked Uncle Liu directly: "I'm in a hurry, so let me make it short. What happened?"
"Yes, young lady." Uncle Liu responded, "Changsheng came from the slums on the outskirts of the city. His parents are both believers of the Suzaku Religion. His mother suddenly fell seriously ill and it was urgent, so she sent him into the city to find medicine."
Would the followers of the Suzaku cult send their children into the city when their leader is parading?
Wen Ying always felt that something was not right, but she knew too little about the Suzaku Cult, so she could not make any comment for the time being.
She tilted her head and asked Changsheng: "What medicine does your mother want you to find?"
Changsheng saw that she seemed to want to help, and hurriedly said, "Tianlingcao! Tian means sky, Ling means efficacious, and Cao means green grass. Mother said that if it weren't for this herb, her life couldn't be saved. So I must find it!"
His mother had told him this, and he would never forget it.
Heavenly Spirit Grass?
Wen Jian trained her to the standard of a general, so Wen Ying read almost all the books on plant medicine when she was a child, but she searched her memory repeatedly and could not find such a herb.
Seeing Changsheng's serious and expectant eyes, Wen Ying thought that maybe she was ignorant, so she swallowed the five words "I haven't heard of it" and just said: "I'll keep an eye on it for you."
"Thank you, Miss." Changsheng was extremely grateful.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Uncle Liu beside him. He thought he had been abducted, but he gave him delicious food and ran hot water for him to take a bath.
Uncle Liu is a good man.
Uncle Liu’s daughter must be a good person too.
"Since you're thanking me, then answer me honestly." Wen Ying pulled a chair from the side, sat on it with her arms folded on the top of the chair back, supporting her chin.
His eyes are as sharp as an eagle's.
Changsheng swallowed his saliva.
He should be... a good person.
Uncle Liu secretly held his forehead and smiled bitterly.
The young lady came again, asking questions as if she were interrogating me. It was also the master's fault for not teaching the young lady the ways of the world.
Or, maybe I didn't have time to teach you...
Regardless of what the person in front of her thought, Wen Ying began to ask in a deep voice: "What were you doing yesterday? What are your usual activities? Will they continue today?"
Changsheng didn't expect her to ask this. These were not secrets in the Suzaku Sect. He breathed a sigh of relief and introduced them haltingly.
The leader of the Suzaku Cult is named Bu Xingde, who is good at levitating in mid-air, disappearing instantly, and controlling thunder, but his most famous skill is "rebirth from the fire."
"I have not seen the 'fire rebirth' technique of the Suzaku God. It is said that he has not demonstrated it for a long time. But my parents saw it when they were young." Changsheng said.
"It is said that he threw himself into the sea of fire, and his clothes and skin were all burned. Daddy even saw his arms, which were stretched out in struggle, turned into charred bones by the flames."
"Then the flames gradually died down, leaving only a dark corpse on the platform. However, as the Red Lock Guardian sprinkled the 'Soul Carrier of the Leader', he was resurrected in the Phoenix Feather."
"The newborn looks exactly the same as before, even the robe is intact."
Absurd, if people can really come back to life after death, then what is the need for people to work hard? If you light a fire every day, every day will be a newborn.
Wen Ying's brows were wrinkled into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
Changsheng then continued to talk about their daily activities.
The Suzaku god loves the people of the world and he can hear the wishes of believers as long as they ring the golden bells distributed by the leader.
A certain amount of "wish fulfillment potions" will be distributed to them every day to help them realize their wishes.
However, whether the wish can be fulfilled after drinking the "wish fulfillment potion" depends on whether the heart is sincere.
Sincerity means giving away one's most precious things. Some people have gold, silver and power, but poor people like them have no power or influence. If they want to fulfill their vows, they can only sacrifice their family members.
"If you really want to give up something precious, you should sacrifice yourself. What's the point of sacrificing your own child? It's just a high-sounding excuse for cowardly and greedy people." The more Wen Ying listened, the more she sneered and she couldn't help but curse out loud.
Changsheng didn't know whether to refute or not. He stole a glance at Wen Ying, and seeing that she didn't ask for a response, he lowered his head and continued speaking:
"The believers would march every night and ring the golden bells. If the leader sensed the sincerity of the believers, there was a small chance that he would appear and grant them extra 'vote redemption'."
That's why the ringing was so loud that night, but once the big bell appeared, it formed a uniform rhythm.
"The probability of making a wish come true by drinking the vow-fulfilling potion is not high, right? No one doubts it?" Wen Ying rubbed his temples. After listening to these vague and unrealistic stories about gods and ghosts, he felt as if he was the only one sober while everyone else was drunk.
Changsheng shook his head: "The probability of realization is very high. If someone asks for wealth, they will get a piece of gold; if someone asks for power, a noble person will come to them. Not to mention the almost 100% realization of 'all diseases will be cured' and 'resurrection from the dead'."
The probability is very high, so even if there are a small number of people who have not fulfilled their vows, they will feel that they are not sincere enough.
And then invest more.
There were too many things to receive and Wen Ying had a headache. She still remembered that she needed to go to the outskirts of the city to see the parade with her own eyes, so she said goodbye to Changsheng and Uncle Liu first.
"Miss, don't forget my Tianling Grass." Changsheng grabbed the hem of the girl's clothes when she was about to leave and said seriously.
"I will." Wen Ying patted his hand soothingly, bowed and returned the same way.
This time, she wanted to see with her own eyes what kind of monster this Suzaku Cult was.
The flames in the sky were swallowed up by the night, and the bright moon appeared from behind the clouds, emitting a gentle and cold light.
Next to the bright oil lamp, Yan Jing was correcting official documents with a cinnabar pen. The warm light drove away some of the coldness of the moonlight.
The Prime Minister was already very familiar with the boring paperwork. While revising it with his hands, he was thinking about the conversation in the carriage.
It is not easy to kill Bu Xingde.
Even if Bu Xinde's pulse disappeared, with the madness of his followers, countless people might come from all over the place just to guard Bu Xinde's body and wait for his 'rebirth from the ashes', and the situation would then be even more out of control.
He must first make the believers' faith in Bu Xingde collapse before he can take the next step.
Bu Xingde's death must be carefully planned, and he must die on the stage where everyone is paying attention.
This is one of them.
The second is that Bu Xingde is extremely afraid of death.
No matter where he goes, he will be surrounded by people, and even when he is sleeping, countless believers will spontaneously keep vigil.
If violent suppression is carried out, the poor people will not hesitate to commit suicide.
Therefore, the only option is assassination, and the assassin should be elite rather than too many.
at last……
Bu Xingde is surrounded by four Dharma protectors, who are martial arts masters carefully selected by him from all over the country.
According to Geng You's observation, each of them was capable of defeating a thousand men on horseback, and they were almost inseparable from Bu Xingde.
Considering these three points alone, it would be extremely difficult to make Bu Xingde die a worthy death.
Is there someone who is proficient in assassination, has extraordinary strength, and is smart enough to cooperate with his plan?
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister."
Yan Jing looked up in response, looking at Huang Ben who had an indifferent expression, and signaled him to speak with his eyes.
"It has been found out. Except for the women and children in the Du San family, the rest were killed with one sword. The murderer was very skillful and did not make any unnecessary movements." Huang Ben said.
"He was a professional assassin, and it's possible that this was done by one person."
"Du San treasures his life very much. He is surrounded by many powerful guards. Can one person kill his entire family?" Geng You laughed while leaning against a pillar with a sword in his arms. His hair falling from a high ponytail fell on his white clothes, like a landscape in ink painting.
"Unless it's 'Dawn'."
Huang Ben glanced at Geng You and followed his words: "It is dawn."
Yan Jing paused.
"Du San was killed by a sword. It should be a direct assassination. The sword wound is about one inch and two centimeters, which is the size of the sword that Li Ming often uses. In addition, his fighting style is not dragging his feet and his ability to kill an entire clan by himself."
Huang Ben hadn't spoken so many words in one breath for a long time. He paused and continued:
"I am 90% sure that Li Ming has already arrived in the capital."
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