Chapter 45 Kill! Kill! Kill!
Gong Mingcheng didn't sleep all night last night. He and his brother went over his father's past in detail, but they had no clue.
He went to the morning court before dawn, and went straight to the Anyuan Marquis Mansion after the court. He looked haggard and full of fatigue.
Facing Wei Qingyan's question, he clasped his fists and said, "Thank you very much, young lady, for your help. My wife is feeling much better today.
Qingyan is her only brother. If she doesn't go to the Wu family this time, she will feel angry and it will be bad for her health. She should go."
"Doctor Gong, aren't you afraid of being implicated?" Wei Qingyan looked up at him.
Having been in officialdom for many years, Gong Mingcheng would understand that the emperor was unwilling to conduct a thorough investigation. Allowing his elder sister to cause trouble would only displease the emperor.
"A gentleman has his limits. The National Protection Army protects the people of Wei, and my Gong family is also under their protection. Even if we weren't related by marriage, my sister-in-law should have gone on this trip. If that blood letter is true, Wu Yuchu is truly hateful."
Gong Minglou spoke up on behalf of his brother, "A hero can die on the battlefield, but it would be too unfair if he were harmed by a villain."
He worked in the Imperial College, doing the job of teaching and educating people, and he had the spirit of a scholar.
Wei Qingyan nodded, "Mr. Gong is absolutely right."
She looked at Gong Mingcheng again, "Have you two thought it through before coming here today?"
"Please help me, young lady, to resolve my father's resentment." Gong Mingcheng stood up and bowed deeply.
My wife had a rare good night's sleep last night, and she looked much better than usual in the morning. That's why I didn't stop her from going to the Wu family.
Wei Qingyan looked at him with an unfathomable expression, "Then you should think about what price you will pay for this. I won't help others resolve their grievances for nothing."
"Please be frank, young lady." Gong Mingcheng was not surprised. Even when he invited the monks from Dajue Temple to his house, it was not without compensation.
However, the ancestors of the Gong family were not aristocratic families, and he and his father were not greedy for money. The family wealth accumulated over the years was not rich, and they hoped to be able to pay Miss Chang's salary.
As for his wife's dowry, he had never thought about it.
Wei Qingyan knew he had misunderstood and smiled faintly, "I don't want anything yellow or white."
No money?
The brothers' hearts sank.
If you don't want money, then that can only mean you're aiming for something more important than money.
Although the Gong family is not an important family, one of them is in the Dali Temple and the other is in the Imperial College. They can do a lot of things. I am just afraid that Miss Chang will ask them to do something bad.
Gong Minglou had never fully believed in the ghost grudge, and after hearing this, he felt that Wei Qingyan's motives were impure, and he was deliberately making up mysterious things to deceive his elder brother. He said in a serious tone, "Then what do you want?"
How could Wei Qingyan not see what he was thinking?
She stood up, stood in front of him, and touched his forehead with her fingertips.
The scene of Gong Changying climbing the tree appeared before Gong Minglou's eyes...
Hearing it from his elder brother was one thing, but seeing it with his own eyes was another. He looked at Wei Qingyan with a pair of horrified eyes, "What did you do?"
Wei Qingyan's dark eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and he said nothing.
Gong Minglou looked at Gong Mingcheng again and murmured, "Brother, why did father act like that?"
Gong Mingcheng had already explained the reason last night, so he didn't say anything.
I thought Gong Minglou would take a long time to figure it out, or perhaps he still had other doubts, but I didn't expect him to just bow and say in a plaintive voice, "Please, young lady, save my father."
He didn't believe in ghosts or gods, but he couldn't bear to see his father suffer.
Wei Qingyan's pair of dark eyes still looked at him solemnly.
She really needed the Gong family to do something for her, and the person who could do it for her was Gong Minglou.
"Whatever the girl wants me to do, as long as it's not murder or arson, I will do my best."
He explained, "My father taught me since I was young that a gentleman should be upright and behave righteously. If I were to commit a crime just to resolve his grievance, he would never be able to rest in peace."
A decent one indeed.
"You don't have to commit a crime. You just need to tell the students of the Imperial College about the deeds of the National Defense Army."
Wei Qingyan spoke slowly, "Tell me about the situation of the 20,000 National Defense Army soldiers trapped in Huangshaling."
The horror in Gong Minglou's eyes was even greater. Those who had experienced the battle of Huangshaling were all dead, and the girl in front of him wanted him to talk about it, and the only thing he could do was...
The cold fingers touched Gong Minglou's eyebrows again.
The sky is filled with yellow sand.
The deputy general, whose cheeks were sunken from hunger, stroked his horse with pity and whispered, "I'm sorry, old friend.
Those damn Beiling bastards cook meat every day to tempt the soldiers, and attack them from time to time to instigate them. The soldiers haven't had a proper meal for many days and have no energy to fight.
They have followed me for so many years, I have to at least make sure they have a good meal. If you continue to fight with the Beiling bastards, I will be sorry for you. In the next life, I will be your horse instead."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger stabbed into the horse's neck neatly. When the horse fell to the ground, tears dripped from the deputy general's eyes.
The same situation continued to happen on the yellow sand, and soon, the horses fell to the ground.
The soldiers were silent, either distributing the meat or making a fire.
There was no trace of joy in eating meat on his face.
In the firelight, the sound of weapons clashing was heard, and a soldier came hurriedly to report that Beiling was attacking.
Gong Minglou saw the Protector General, holding a silver spear, leading a group of men to meet the enemy. He heard him order his deputy general, "The rest of the men must eat quickly and replace these 1,000 men."
He saw the thousand men who had never been replaced until their death, and tasted a mouthful of uncooked horse meat.
He saw the huge Beiling army rushing up, overturning the fire, and trampling raw and half-cooked horse meat under their feet.
He saw the National Protection Army fighting desperately with the Beiling Army and heard them shouting, "Protect our Great Wei! Kill! Kill! Kill..."
Although they are all thin, when they pick up weapons, they have the momentum to conquer mountains and rivers.
He saw broken arms, severed legs, open and empty stomachs, and eyes that glared at the enemy until death.
He saw corpses piled up like a mountain, and a straight figure standing on the pile of corpses with a silver spear in hand. His body was pierced by countless spears, and he had no breath long ago, but he stood steadily between heaven and earth.
He recognized the man; he was Wei Qingyan, the Great Wei's Protector of the Nation and his eldest sister-in-law's younger brother...
He had heard about the tragic battle of Huangshaling countless times, but never was he as shocked as when he saw it with his own eyes. His blood boiled, his eyes were red, and tears streamed down his face.
He sank to his knees and said, "I will tell you, I will tell you. I will tell you everything I saw, in detail and without missing a single detail.
Let them know how resilient the heroic spirit of the National Protection Army is, and let them know how despicable and hateful the villains who plot behind the scenes are."
Wei Qingyan lifted the man up with both hands and gave him a military salute. "I would like to thank you on behalf of the 20,000 National Defense Army soldiers."
Men of letters are passionate and have character.
Although Gong Minglou was the youngest son in the family, he was well-read in poetry and literature since childhood and had a great influence among scholars.
The pen of a writer is like the sword of a warrior.
She wants students all over the world to use their pens as weapons to seek justice for the National Protection Army that protects them.
But this incident will definitely anger the real culprit behind the scenes.
She had no intention of implicating the Gong family, so she bowed to Gong Minglou again and said, "There's no need for you to announce this to the public. Once everyone knows about it, please tell the students the truth about the deeds of the National Protection Army and the Battle of Huangshaling."
As for the true situation of the Huangshaling battle, she already has a plan on how to let the world know.
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