Chapter 56: Traitors and traitors, he must punish them
Xiao Zhinian's eyes narrowed.
It turns out that Zhao Jianji was also involved. He must kill all the traitors!
Brother Zhou patted another servant on the head and said, "Hush! Keep your voice down! I've got it, I'm only telling you this. If it gets out, both you and I will lose our heads!"
The servant quickly covered his mouth and nodded like garlic, saying, "I promise not to tell anyone about this huge secret, but if that's the case, wouldn't Mr. Shen be wrongly accused? People all over the city are scolding Mr. Shen for being heartless and ungrateful. He was thrown into jail by Prefect Yang, isn't that torture to extract a confession?"
Brother Zhou sighed and said, "Mr. Shen is a good man. I'm afraid he has offended a big shot. He can't care so much. It's the masters' business. Why should we, as servants, get involved? Let's go. After filling the wine, we will leave. If we are late, we will be scolded."
The conversation between the two people disappeared with the sound of the door closing.
But at the same time, a wine jar suddenly shattered into pieces in the darkness, the porcelain pieces fell all over the ground, and the wine spread to Xiao Zhinian's feet.
Shen Zhejiang is actually in jail!
A surge of unsuppressible rage rose in Xiao Zhinian's chest. He took a deep breath and slapped the wine jar beside him with his palm, but the palm changed direction in mid-air and slapped himself hard in the face.
It's all his fault!
If he had not kept Shen Zhejiang that day, Yang Shihui would not have taken advantage of the opportunity.
But once Shen Zhejiang was brought along, he would be assassinated and would be in great danger of death.
No matter how you solve it, it's a dead end.
Xiao Zhinian gritted his teeth and finally cursed out one word: "Fuck!"
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The fucked Mr. Zhao and Yang Shihui were toasting each other at the wine table. The table was full of guests, and it was bustling with people, with a smell of wine and meat.
"Everyone, listen to me! I am very happy today. Fortunately, Prefect Yang has foreseen the situation and found my only son. I have specially set up several tables of good wine and delicious food to thank Prefect Yang for saving my life!"
Mr. Zhao was already a little tipsy. He stood up, staggering with his wine cup in hand, and drank loudly.
All the guests said, "Prefect Yang punishes evil and promotes good, and enforces justice. He is truly worthy of being the great judge of Luo City! We are all benefiting from Prefect Yang this time!"
Some people also chided in cursing Shen Zhejiang: "Bah! It really proves the saying 'You can't know a person's heart by his appearance'. Shen Zhejiang is worse than a beast. He even had the guts to kill such a young child!"
There were waves of praise and scolding, and for a moment it was like hell on earth with the whispers of evil spirits.
At this point, Prefect Yang had to stand up and say a few words. He used his hand to suppress the increasingly agitated momentum, and when the noise gradually died down, he smiled and said, "It is my duty to eliminate harm for the people. Thank you for your praise. In two days, when the thief Chen Zhejiang is executed, everyone can rest assured and no longer worry about the loss of their children! This prefect really didn't expect Mr. Zhao to prepare so many dishes. It's really polite. Don't be restrained, everyone, eat the food quickly!"
Just then, the daughter’s red wine was brought to the table.
Ziyun, who was sitting next to Magistrate Yang, rolled up the sleeves of her gauze purple dress, revealing a pair of slender, white and tender wrists that seemed to be dripping with water. Mr. Zhao inadvertently leaned over to take a look and was immediately bewitched. He stared at the pair of hands with ten fingers as white as green onions, holding the wine pot and pouring three glasses of wine each.
Prefect Yang glared at him coldly, then he stroked his chin and retracted his glare.
Ziyun raised the first cup and toasted to Prefect Yang, saying with a sweet smile: "This cup is for Prefect Yang. You saved me when I was young, and it is all thanks to you that I am where I am today."
Prefect Yang took the wine glass, drank it all, and said, "It's all your fate."
Just as he was drinking happily, he heard the sound of horse hooves outside the house. A child in bright clothes jumped out of the carriage and ran in, skipping and jumping, very excited.
"Dad! I'm back!"
Zhao Xiaosi ran and shouted, but when he entered the door, he saw a crowd of people inside and was stunned for a moment.
Mr. Zhao said loudly, "Come over here and meet Prefect Yang."
Zhao Xiaosi walked over in confusion, bowed to Prefect Yang as his father asked, and then wanted to tell his father with shining eyes what he had seen and heard during his days traveling abroad.
"Dad! Do you know what I encountered..."
"Ah Zhou, the young master has been exhausted these past few days. Take him down to clean himself up."
"But I..."
Zhao Yuanwai interrupted him unexpectedly: "Go!"
Zhao Xiaosi was taken away from the banquet with a confused look on his face.
Back in the room, the servants immediately became busy, some boiling water, some fetching clothes. In short, the room was as lively as before.
"Master, you have suffered a lot. You must have been terrified these past few days. Just have a good sleep tonight and it will all be over."
The boy who filled the tub with water kept muttering to himself and looked extremely distressed.
Zhao Xiaosi exclaimed, he just went out to play for a few days, why should he suffer?
After taking a shower, Zhao Xiaosi returned to his bed. After all, he had been playing for so many days and was exhausted from the journey, so he fell asleep quickly.
I was half asleep when I was awakened by a strange noise. When I opened my eyes, I saw a figure standing at the head of the bed.
Zhao Xiaosi was scared half to death, his face was filled with fear, but before he could even make a scream, his throat was strangled in an instant.
"Shut up."
The uninvited guest was Xiao Zhinian.
Zhao Xiaosi recognized Xiao Zhinian and nodded repeatedly. He then pointed at Xiao Zhinian's hand and told him to let go quickly.
Xiao Zhinian looked fierce and threatened: "If you dare to say a word, I will strangle you to death."
To be honest, Xiao Zhinian really wanted to strangle him to death.
As the saying goes, a son pays for his father's debts. If it weren't for Zhao Jianji, Chen Zhejiang would not have fallen into his current situation.
He didn't know what was happening to Shen Zhejiang in prison yet, but Yang Shihui was cruel and ruthless, and Shen Zhejiang would definitely not be in a good situation after being abused by him.
The most urgent task is to rescue Shen Zhejiang.
Xiao Zhinian's eyes became increasingly deep, and the strength in his hands increased unconsciously. Zhao Xiaosi felt that he was almost suffocating, like a fish that had just been pulled out of water, flapping and slapping Xiao Zhinian non-stop.
"......"
Forget it, let’s not bother with him for now.
Thinking of this, Xiao Zhinian suddenly let go of his hand.
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