When Pang Yu woke up, Yan Liang was counting how much money he had left.
Buying medicine and clothes for this mud-bump has already exceeded Yan Liang's budget, and the mud-bump is still unconscious, shouting and yelling in its sleep. It took two days for it to wake up.
Moreover, the first thing this person did upon waking up was not to look for his savior, but to jump out of bed and run outside.
Yan Liang looked at the boy from the bedside. He was still not very clear-headed, but his determination to run away was very firm.
However, he hadn't eaten for several days, and even while unconscious, he barely ate anything. He was weak all over, and after running two or three steps, he collapsed to the ground with a "pia".
"Why are you running?" Yan Liang moved over and helped him up. "I'm still your savior, aren't you going to thank me?"
The boy had frostbite and scratches on his face, a mixture of red and purple, making him look extremely miserable.
The boy looked at him cautiously, about to speak, when he felt a warmth on his upper lip. He reached out and wiped his hand, which was stained crimson.
I have a nosebleed.
Yan Liang saw that he had only gotten up halfway before kneeling there, looking shocked at his blood-stained hands. After a moment of silence, he said, "...You can get up first. If you want to thank me, you don't need to make such a big gesture."
This young man was probably a rich young master in the past. He was at a loss even when it came to stopping his nosebleed. Yan Liang directed him from the side, and after he finally managed to stop it, he asked him a question.
What's your name?
Pang Yu's eyes flickered: "Yu Yao."
"I am Yan Liang." Yan Liang glanced at him. "Where do you live?"
"Open—" Pang Yu swallowed back, and changed his words to "I'm alone."
Pang Yu looked at the young man with unease. These past few days, he had been hiding from the crowd, disguised as a beggar. He could see the wanted poster and the portrait was so lifelike that he dared not show his face.
"You're still recovering from your cold, so rest here for a while," Yan Liang said with a slight smile to Pang Yu. "If you don't mind that my place is too shabby."
Pang Yu looked at the small wooden house. It was indeed a bit dilapidated and drafty. He had never lived in a house like this before.
"...Thank you."
It was the first time Pang Yu had ever said thank you to someone, and he felt rather awkward. After thinking for a moment, he said again, "...I can help you."
Previously, Pang Yu relied on the power and influence of his father and sister to roam the capital, indulging in food, drink, entertainment, dog walking, and bird playing, living a life of unparalleled comfort. Getting him to say thank you was harder than Bao Zheng turning white. Now, after this sudden change and suffering greatly, he has learned a thing or two about human relationships.
Yan Liang saw the boy's deep gratitude and responded with a sound of thanks. Although he didn't show it on his face, Yan Liang felt extremely strange about the boy's behavior when he woke up, and even had a vague sense of foreboding.
Doing one good deed a day shouldn't lead to such bad luck after just one good deed.
Yan Liang pondered with great uncertainty.
The lame fortune teller brought along a young boy who was thin and short, with injuries all over his body, clearly having suffered a lot.
The people on the street understood immediately: this must be why Mr. Yan bought the medicine.
People on the street called Yan Liang "Sir," partly because they admired his fortune-telling skills, and partly because he was handsome and, despite his seemingly lazy demeanor, possessed an indescribable charm—the kind of person often found among wandering knights or refined scholars.
Several tragic backstories were fabricated for Yan Liang, such as "a chivalrous knight who retired from the martial world due to injury," "a wandering Taoist priest," "a wealthy young master whose family had fallen on hard times," and "a scholar who repeatedly failed the imperial examinations." After Yan Liang denied them all, he couldn't help but admire the wisdom of the ancient people.
"How can you be so accurate?" Pang Yu had been watching for five days, and his curiosity was getting the better of him. He couldn't help but ask, "I see that you didn't do any divination... you just took a copper coin."
"Want to know?" Yan Liang raised an eyebrow.
Pang Yu nodded vigorously.
Yan Liang: "It's a trade secret, I'm not telling you."
Pang Yu: "..."
On the third day after Pang Yu woke up, he became completely familiar with Yan Liang.
Yan Liang was easygoing and got along well with everyone on the street, from sixty-year-old grandmothers to three-year-old children; everyone smiled broadly when they saw him. Pang Yu, on the other hand, was carefree. He had been on the run for over half a month and had finally been able to catch his breath, so he relaxed. One was easygoing, and the other was carefree, so their interactions were naturally much more relaxed.
Pang Yu's wanted poster has reached Donghua Town, but the Pang Yu in the poster is a fat man with a beauty mark under his eye and shifty eyes; while Pang Yu has now lost half his size, and the beauty mark under his eye was covered by a wound when he fell during his escape, making him look like a completely different person, no wonder no one recognized him.
Yan Liang once commented on the wanted poster: "He doesn't look like a good person."
The real person in the portrait stood beside him, looking up at him together: "...Hmm, hmm."
So ugly.
It's so ugly it's unbearable to look at.
Pang Yu thought about his father, and then about his sister, Empress Pang, and thought to himself that it was good that his sister was not like his father.
If Grand Tutor Pang knew that his foolish son disliked his father's appearance, he would probably slap him.
The saying "Children are all here to collect debts" is indeed true.
Thousands of miles away, in the residence of Grand Tutor Pang in Kaifeng Prefecture, Grand Tutor Pang was so worried that he was going bald.
He knew what kind of person his foolish son was. All he did was walk the dog, play with the birds, eat, drink, and have fun. At sixteen, he would run far away from any woman he saw. For Pang Yu to bully men, rob women, and forcibly take innocent women was more impossible than turning a black charcoal into a white one.
So who exactly is that person in Chenzhou who "bullies men and women," "oppresses the villagers," "embezzles relief grain," and "lined his own pockets"?
Grand Tutor Pang was so worried that he went bald. Because of his foolish son, who was a real pain in the ass, he was suspended from his post for three months and had his salary reduced by half a year by the emperor. Although he knew it was to silence public opinion, he was indeed punished by the emperor on the surface, and he even lost to Bao Zheng.
What kind of mess is this?!
Grand Tutor Pang was so angry he was about to have a heart attack.
After catching his breath, he felt extremely uneasy and paced back and forth in the hall several times, still unable to put his mind at ease. As soon as he left the house, he had someone carry him in a sedan chair to Kaifeng Prefecture.
Bao Zheng was deep in thought, his brow furrowed. On his desk lay the case file of the Chenzhou case, which had not yet been signed because Pang Yu was missing. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. After being granted permission, the registrar of Kaifeng Prefecture pushed open the door and entered, looking helpless: "Grand Tutor Pang wishes to see you, sir."
Bao Zheng: "...I will go see him now."
Judge Bao had already witnessed how annoying Grand Tutor Pang was in the imperial court, but he never expected him to be even more annoying.
From the moment Grand Tutor Pang was suspended from his post and placed at home, he would come to urge Bao Zheng every two days to quickly investigate the case in Chenzhou and find Pang Yu's whereabouts.
This person's coming to cause trouble even followed a pattern, clearly picking a fight, which left Bao Zheng utterly helpless—no, the entire Kaifeng Prefecture was utterly helpless.
The matter of Chenzhou is indeed questionable. Bao Gong had met Pang Yu. Although he was fattened up by his father and looked like a sleazy little fat boy, every time he met him, he was either walking his dog or strolling on the street with a birdcage. When he got into a fight with someone, it was only over a bird. He didn't seem like the kind of person who would send someone to assassinate an official of the imperial court.
Bao Zheng didn't believe Pang Yu would have the guts, and neither did the emperor. But Chenzhou was far away, and perhaps Pang Yu had been deceived. It wasn't impossible that he had listened to slander and sent someone to assassinate Bao Zheng. Otherwise, why would he flee?
There were many suspicious points, and Bao Zheng still had too few clues.
Upon seeing Bao Zheng, Grand Tutor Pang slammed his teacup down on the table: "Have you found anything?"
Bao Gong's expression remained unchanged, his demeanor unreadable: "I have no clue, and there are still doubts."
Grand Tutor Pang displayed the absurdity of a foolish parent: "Every time I come here, you say the same thing! What use are you!"
Bao Gong: "I have done my best, and I hope the Grand Tutor will wait patiently."
Zhan Zhao entered from outside the door with the letter in his hand, and from afar he heard a familiar voice calling out familiar words, so he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
Gongsun Ce stood not far from the doorway, giving him a wry smile.
Zhan Zhao was also momentarily surprised by how annoying Grand Tutor Pang was. After a pause, he remembered the purpose of his return and hurriedly walked over to Gongsun Ce, handing him the letter in his hand.
"Brother Bai found out that when Lord Bao entered Chenzhou, a carriage left the city through a small gate."
Zhan Zhao succinctly summarized the contents of Bai Yutang's letter, and Gongsun Ce took the letter and read it carefully.
Bai Yutang parted ways with the group in Chenzhou and searched for Pang Yu's whereabouts alone. Initially, he found nothing, but after much searching, a beggar told him what he had seen. Bai Yutang followed the carriage, but lost track of it in Taikang County. When writing this letter, Bai Yutang was in Donghua Town; he has probably left by now.
Gongsun Ce seemed to be deep in thought, then turned around and handed the letter to Bao Gong. After exchanging a few words with Bao Gong, Grand Tutor Pang felt much better. Seeing that the two had important matters to discuss, he was quite sensible and said, "I'll be leaving now. You should investigate the case well and not let down the Emperor's trust in you. If you can't find out the truth... I will definitely have the Emperor punish you."
Bao Gong was used to it: "That's only natural."
Grand Tutor Pang glanced at Bao Gong's dark complexion, gave a heavy "humph," and strode away.
The three men appeared calm and collected. Bao Gong and Gongsun Ce went to the study to discuss the case, while Zhan Zhao glanced at the sky, estimating that it was time to patrol the streets, and went to prepare for the relevant matters.
Inside the room, after reading the letter, Bao Gong looked at Gongsun Ce and asked, "What are your thoughts, Mr. Gongsun?"
Gongsun Ce: "I believe the missing carriage is the key."
Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao had never met Pang Yu, and assumed that the Marquis of Anle was as wicked as the news from Chenzhou suggested, and that everyone thought so.
However, Bao Gong and Gongsun Ce knew that this was not the case. Grand Tutor Pang was the emperor's father-in-law and also held the position of Grand Tutor. The fact that he was able to sit in his current position showed that he was not stupid. Although he doted on his youngest son, he knew how to control his behavior. Pang Yu could not be said to be well-educated and reasonable, but he had never done anything that was immoral or immoral.
The carriage that left Chenzhou was the key to the whole Chenzhou case.
Bao Gong stroked his beard, his expression grave: "It seems that now we can only place our hopes on finding Pang Yu's whereabouts."
Meanwhile, Pang Yu, who is remembered by countless people, is currently thousands of miles away and is facing a major problem.
Author's Note: Here I come!
Okay, this chapter introduces our characters. Neutral and enemy characters haven't appeared yet.
And Kenny Ho's portrayal of Zhan Zhao is my absolute favorite ww
He's incredibly handsome, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes.
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