Chapter 71: He would never believe it.
Your last name is Jia?
Song Linsheng was shocked. He couldn't find another official with the surname Jia among all the officials working in the Jiangyang government office. There was only one official in the Tongzhiyuan.
It was Jia Ren, Lord Jia.
After saying this, the scarred man pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and rode away in a flash, leaving behind only clouds of dust to show what had happened here.
But what was the origin of this old friend asking to see me? Could it be that this person actually had some old acquaintance with Lord Jia...
No wonder he knew so much about the rest time of Jiangyang Prefecture Yamen.
Song Linsheng's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a myriad of assumptions floating in and out, difficult to discern. His already inexplicably dull mind became even more murky, and his consciousness began to gradually fade, leaving even the last shred of clarity.
But before he closed his eyes and fell into endless darkness, he couldn't figure out one thing.
Why is it that everything is related to Lord Jia?
If Chen Mian was involved in a case at the government office, then he should be held responsible. As the co-governor, it was reasonable for him to send Lord Mu to patrol the city defense of Jiangyang Prefecture.
But today's disaster was just a sudden one, which could be regarded as a perfect coincidence, and it could even be related to him in an inexplicable way.
Unless, this is not a coincidence, I'm afraid there is something real going on.
His mind became increasingly confused. Everything was like a tangled ball of threads, tangled together and leaving him clueless.
The last bit of consciousness that Song Linsheng had managed to hold on to also collapsed as Wen Yu disappeared.
He really wanted to call out "Madam Wenyu" again, just like he had done countless times in the past, but his lips and teeth parted slightly and he couldn't make a sound.
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, but I didn't know where the horse would take Wen Yu...
Song Linsheng only heard Xiyan's voice calling in his ear.
In a trance, he remembered Wen Yu's previous words, and raised his hand to reach for the jade ring at his waist, but his hands were weak and it seemed very difficult. Then his eyes sank and he fell into endless darkness.
The Jiangyang Mansion is like a huge black net. Although it is called a net, it is densely packed and completely impenetrable.
Song Linsheng was like a spring butterfly, flapping a pair of wings as thin as a cicada's wings, and fell into the black net that had been woven long ago.
As he stared at this boundless web, he was drawn into it without warning. No matter how he struggled, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and he would only bring about his own destruction.
Destruction? Song Linsheng curled his fingertips and frowned.
He would never believe it.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
"Master Song!"
"elder brother--"
As Song Linsheng fell into a coma, for a moment, the cries of Xiyan, Zhibai, Azhu and other children mixed together.
The sound startled the birds on the eaves, and they flew away in large numbers.
Xiyan looked back at the distant shadow of the bird, which looked like two strokes of ink.
In the distance is the mountain mist bathed in golden light, and in the near distance is the dilapidated Hou Tu Temple standing silently, the two reflecting each other in silence.
In the lingering cloud of dust, the figure of the villain who had taken Madam Wen hostage could no longer be seen. Xiyan felt a tight breath in his chest, neither rising nor falling, making him feel uncomfortable.
He was very depressed and drooped all over. The thin line of blood on his neck had dried up and solidified into a collar hanging around his neck. He did not look at all happy or relieved for having survived the disaster.
However, when he remembered Wen Yu's instructions, he felt that there was still something he could do -
At least, I should take the young master and Lady Zhibai back to find Master Mu first, and also deal with the placement of Sister Azhu and her group. We absolutely cannot stay in Houtu Temple right now...
at the same time.
Wen Yu crawled on the horse's back and let it carry her for an unknown distance. Moreover, the scarred man was cunning. He stopped halfway and tied a thick coarse linen belt on Wen Yu's face to cover her eyes.
This group of people were very cautious and never spoke a word to Wen Yu. Even if she asked a question, no one would answer, leaving her alone to perform a solo show.
It's really like when it rains it pours, Wen Yu couldn't help but joke in his heart.
Unfortunately, her spiritual power was not flowing smoothly, and she was unable to see through objects or see the way ahead. Therefore, she didn't know where she was or where she was now.
But along the way, there was the fragrance of spring buds breaking through the soil and overlapping apricot blossoms. The smell was blown by the wind and waves, and penetrated into Wen Yu's nose one by one, as if conveying a silent answer to her.
I guess we are getting farther and farther away from Hou Tu Temple, and we are probably almost reaching a village in the suburbs.
Wen Yu's mind flashed back to the Jiangyang Prefecture Chronicle that he and Song Linsheng had read in Lord Mu's Palace's Finance Hall. According to the map on it, no matter which direction one took from Hou Tu Temple, it would take more than an hour to get out of Jiangyang Prefecture.
Furthermore, although the scarred man committed the crime in broad daylight, he didn't abduct all of them, presumably because he had some concerns. He would have taken a detour, not daring to take the official road. This would have multiplied the distance several times, making it impossible for him to escape Jiangyang Prefecture.
Moreover, he had just told Song Linsheng that he had something to tell Lord Jia. Since it was an "old friend" asking to see him, there was no reason for him to ask and then run away.
These people must have a base somewhere nearby, intending to spy secretly, take action upon hearing the news, and find a way to meet with Lord Jia.
Wen Yu's heart was like the surface of the Yuan River when a spring breeze passed by. After being rippling for a few times, it suddenly calmed down.
By now Xiyan should have taken Song Linsheng, Zhi Bainiangzi, Azhu, Yanzi and all his brothers and sisters back to the city.
As long as he can meet with Lord Mu, everything will be safe. As long as they are safe, Wen Yu will feel much more at ease.
Wen Yu was fighting this group of people alone, which made her feel more relaxed. She didn't have to think about the means or the methods.
They are outnumbered and bullying the few, so you can't blame me for using magic on mortals. Even if I am caught by my master, I will just be scolded.
She saved Song Linsheng and saved him from death, so it was worth it even if she got scolded.
After an unknown amount of time, the group's galloping pace finally slowed down a little.
Wen Yu finally got a chance to catch his breath.
She used to always believe that the gods were protected by magical powers, so they were naturally immortal and sat high in the clouds, while mortals were just wearing a few pieces of cloth, and were destined to be born, grow old, get sick and die, with a fragile life.
Everything has its own rules, and everyone has his or her place and does his or her job.
However, since she came to the mortal world, she has repeatedly shattered her own cognition with her own hands.
Just like at this moment, she has no spiritual power and is not a spirit, just like the millions of mortals in this world, no different.
She couldn't move when her hands and feet were tied, and she couldn't see when her eyes were blindfolded. She was originally a monster, but by accident she became a "mortal".
It can be seen that there are no fixed rules for everything in the world. Even as a mortal, you have to experience it yourself to understand the feeling.
There was a faint sound of wind blowing by her ears, lifting the loose hair on Wen Yu's temples. The furry hair brushed across her cheeks, making her feel itchy.
In addition, she was shaken all the way, and the horse under her seemed to be in collusion with the scarred man, wanting to shake her internal organs out.
Wen Yu secretly circulated her spiritual power, trying to find the reason for the blockage so that she could plan her next move. However, she felt dizzy from time to time, making her thoughts intermittent and incoherent.
I could only vaguely hear a male voice calling out on the wind:
"Boss, what are you doing?"
The voice was bright and crisp, sounding like that of a younger man, but the words he spoke seemed particularly surprised.
Along with this sound, there were wisps of hot air blowing on the face, slightly noisy whispers of people, and occasionally a few insects chirping in between.
Wen Yu asked the cloth belt to cover her eyes, but her ears and other senses seemed to be more alert. She would not let go of even the slightest sound.
Heat, human voices, insect chirping...
Wen Yu felt her cheeks burning, like a scorching fire. Was that... the fire? And the whispering voices numbered at least a dozen. Adding the ten or so who had come from Hou Tu Temple earlier, the scarred man had at least thirty men at his disposal.
Who is he, and where did he get so many people to work for him?
Even when they had encountered Lord Jia arresting Chen Mian in the East Street Market earlier, there were only a few officials from the Jiangyang government office. They had never seen such a large-scale scene.
If they were roving bandits, he would always seem to be talking about the "rules of the road," but if they were a legitimate cavalry unit—
Wen Yu opened her eyes and looked at the black cloth in front of her, not knowing what to say.
How could this be something a decent person would do? I really don't know what path he's on.
As for the sparse chirping of insects—
Wen Yu shook his head helplessly in his heart. Even in Song Linsheng's Guanwuyuan, there were still the chirping of insects and birds.
Now that the Shangsi and Chongsan festivals have passed, not to mention the Jingzhe Festival, it is common to see snakes and insects appearing and birds singing.
Based on these two chirps, she really couldn't tell where she was.
There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other, followed by the sound of someone dismounting and causing the decorations on the saddle to jingle.
Once someone took the lead, everyone dismounted to rest. The sound of footsteps, with varying heights and accents, could be heard continuously, but there was no dust flying around or people's faces covered in ash as Wen Yu had imagined.
Then she would at least know that the dust here was far less than that along the way from Houtu Temple, and even if she stepped down from a high place, she would not stir up dust.
The land is moist and fertile. Could this place be near a water source? If so, is it on the same path as the Yuanshui River?
There is a place with this kind of landscape, and it is also within the territory of Jiangyang Prefecture. In Wenyu's mind, there is a place...
But before Wen Yu could think about it, a male voice sounded.
"Shh-"
This voice was extremely short and carried a commanding tone. Unlike the crisp male voice just now, this voice was dry, rough, and more steady.
Wen Yu was very familiar with the man, and even with her eyes blindfolded, she could recognize him as the man with the scar who kidnapped her.
Judging from the voice, Tong Wenyu seemed to be very close, as if he was right next to her.
But after the booing, the two of them fell silent and didn't utter another word.
Wen Yu wanted to listen to the sound again to determine the direction, but he couldn't.
It is better to take the initiative than to passively defend.
Wen Yu was clear-headed. She was now under the control of others and was already in a weak position. If she were to let them lead her by the nose again, that would be completely unlike her, Wen Yu, to do.
She wasn't afraid of committing crimes in the Eastern Heaven Court, so how could she be afraid of these mere mortals? Yes, just mortals.
Wen Yu closed her eyes tightly, fearing that the guilt in her eyes would show. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the blindfold.
"Since you have dismounted, why don't you ask me to get off the horse too?"
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