025. Suspicion



025. Suspicion

After the Jinbei Cavalry was handed over from the old marquis to Liang Shenyu, they defeated the Xiongnu several times, and under their iron hooves, they recovered the country's territory bit by inch, making the enemy tremble in fear. They were the king's army of the Great Jin. Since the recovery of Qiangzhou, the Jinbei Cavalry gained the reputation of Jinbei Iron Cavalry. Liang Shenyu often recruited soldiers in Qiangzhou and reviewed them every season. On this day, he just found two men with good skills in the competition, and it was already dark when he returned to the capital.

Song Yan stood by the table grinding ink and talking to him about the city's affairs. He specifically mentioned Fusheng Building and said, "A big incident happened in Fusheng Building today. A few ruffians flirted with a girl in public and knocked down Miss Lan, the manager of their building. What a coincidence that the girl they flirted with was the younger sister of Yu Qingzhou, the Minister of the Dali Temple. Tsk tsk, I heard that when they were taken to the government, they cried and screamed as if their father had died."

At this point, he sneered: "It's what they deserve. A grown man who doesn't do his job and flirts with a girl in the street. If he had the strength to fight the Huns, why didn't he use his strength? How shameless!"

Liang Shenyu read the official documents and leaned back in his chair with his eyes slightly dimmed.

"Yu Qingzhou?"

"Oh, yes, it's him." Song Yan nodded. "Didn't his sister get engaged to that Qiu Zihan a few years ago? Come to think of it, Qiu Zihan has been ill for a long time. Would the Regent really kill him? Qiu Sinan is his dog."

Liang Shenyu said calmly, "It's just a dog, but it dares to bite its master. Of course, I can't let it stay."

Song Yan also lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold, "That's just right, congratulations, the old man of the Qiu family is one step closer to the underworld."

Liang Shenyu's eyes were filled with a mysterious coldness, but it only lasted for a moment before disappearing without a trace. He chuckled and said, "No hurry, take them one by one. Where are the father and son from the Yan family?"

"Oh, them." Song Yan's eyebrows danced with joy again in an instant, "I was just about to tell you, as you expected, Yan Wanze is a shameless man, he got into trouble again, this time he lost all his fortune, the subordinates in the casino specially arranged it——"

If Yan Wanze had stopped gambling, his life might not have been so difficult, but he was a gambler who staked everything on a chance to turn the tables and dreamed of winning everything back overnight.

The more he wanted to turn the tables, the more he lost. After arriving in Jinjing, he gambled a few times and won a few dollars, then he plunged headfirst into the casino. In the end, he lost more than just his entire fortune. At this time, someone told him how to "turn the tables" in the casino, and Yan Wanze continued to gamble as if he had lost his eyes. After winning twice, he became even more unscrupulous. As a result, he was caught cheating and almost had to sell his son. The casino gave him two options: either sell his son as a prostitute to pay off the debt, or keep his two hands.

When Yan Shuning rushed over, he was about to sign his son's indenture. He looked mad and fearful, and muttered to himself.

"Shuning, Shuning, you must believe in Daddy, you must believe in Daddy! As long as Daddy still has hands, he will definitely win you back. Ah, I can't be without hands!"

Song Yan said it vividly and seriously, "Yan Shuning was ruthless when he heard it. He chopped off his father's hands in public and got away from the gambling house. He has been busy trying to curry favor with the Cao family these past two days, but Cao Haoyun doesn't pay much attention to him. Which of the high-ranking families in Jinjing doesn't know about the jokes of the Duke Huan's Mansion? Ha, it makes me feel better!"

Liang Shenyu was not surprised, "Don't let him leave Beijing."

Song Yan nodded: "I understand!"

"Also," Liang Shenyu recalled what Rong Se said that day, thought for a moment, and said, "Check the old events in the palace, about the Regent Prince."

Rongse was three years younger than him. He was the ninth son of Emperor Yuanguang. His biological mother was a famous prostitute in Jinjing. It was rumored in the court and the public that this woman was a prostitute who had incestuous relationships with Yanghua and seduced the Yongshi Emperor, Rongse's second brother, Rongxu.

It's funny to say that Rong Xu's eldest son Rong Jing is two years older than Rong Se. During the days when Liang Shenyu accompanied him to study, he seldom heard any news about the Ninth Prince. Later, Concubine Yan committed suicide, and the Ninth Prince went to guard the imperial mausoleum. Two years later, he left Beijing. Later, he learned from thousands of miles away that the Ninth Prince had turned over and become the Regent.

Liang Shenyu was not sure how much truth there was in what Rong Se said to him. He thought he had the ability to judge people, but every time he met the clarity and gentleness in those eyes, he found it hard to doubt his honesty. And Rong Se's simple and rough beating of Qiu Zi Han, he thought Rong Se would secretly deal with the father and son. Who would have thought that he would directly send someone to beat Qiu Zi Han up.

It's not something a sinister and cunning person would do. Instead, it's... too reckless.

This was very different from the way he had heard of him doing things. If this was his nature, then it was fine. But if he did this on purpose...

Liang Shenyu couldn't help but ponder, what is he planning?

.

In the palace, after being warned by Liang Shenyu, Cao Haoyun did not dare to attack Fushenglou again. When he was having a meal with Rong Jingyan, he could not help but think of the dishes of Fushenglou and complained, "Cousin, Liang Shenyu is too overbearing. Since he came to Beijing, he has not done any serious work. Even when I wanted to ask for a recipe for you, he blocked me."

Rong Jing also clearly felt Liang Shenyu's estrangement, and even heard that he had been in and out of the Regent Palace. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Without him, I would not have been able to ascend the throne smoothly. My uncle is not easy to deal with either. Let's wait a little longer. By the way, how are Duke Huan and his son?"

Cao Haoyun sneered, "It's impossible to prop up a useless person. Yan Shuning is quite courageous. He chopped off both hands of his useless father. But who doesn't know about their grudge with Dingbei Marquis? No one dares to pay attention to him. I heard that he is trying to find a way to enter the Imperial College these days."

Rong Jing showed a hint of secret joy. His mother once said that the best way to win people's hearts is to show kindness. Since ancient times, debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay. He let Cao Haoyun keep Yan Shuning hanging just to vent Liang Shenyu's anger.

If he knew, he would understand my true feelings and would not be so distant and cold anymore.

"Just keep an eye on him." Rong Jing said softly, "Shuyun has been away for many years, so it's inevitable that he and I are unfamiliar. There's no need to let him know about this, lest he think I'm trying to repay him with a favor."

Cao Haoyun showed a look of injustice for him, frowned for a while, and replied reluctantly: "Okay, okay, this is too unfair to you, cousin."

Rong Jing didn't reveal his thoughts, he just smiled and said, "Your cousin treats you just as well, there's nothing wrong with you."

Cao Haoyun nodded, picked up a piece of food for Rong Jing, and said with a smile: "Wait a minute, cousin, I will get the recipe for you sooner or later! Only the best things in the world can match you!"

Cao Haoyun just fell for it, and in contrast, he cursed in his heart.

Who the hell is Rong Se? He has never even been to Mingyuan Academy. A man as sinister and cunning as him deserves to rot in the imperial mausoleum.

It's really bad luck to let him get out!


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