Chapter 117 Knowing

It's almost late at night.

In the mountains and wilderness, there was a vast expanse, and outside the dilapidated temple, one could vaguely see the people of the Heavenly Sect guarding. One was to guard against surprise attacks, and the other was to hold some hope for the group of people who had gone to the East Gate before, perhaps coming back in a while.

But in the temple, there is only this pile of fire.

Zhang Zhe's gaze met that of Meng Yang.

You can tell from your expression that the other person has misunderstood something.

But he didn't explain either. He walked up to the fire, sat next to Meng Yang, picked up a branch on the side, gently folded it, and threw it into the fire. The slightly red glow of the fire reflected on his cheeks, calm yet somewhat bewildered.

At this moment, Meng Yang's hair, which was covering his face, was lifted a lot, revealing half of his face. There was not a hint of ferocity, but rather a calm and peaceful demeanor. It didn't seem like someone who could kill more than fifty members of his family.

But how many truly vicious and evil people in the world have a clear face of a villain?

He wore a smile on his lips.

His gaze swept over the sleeping people around him, and he didn't hesitate to be heard by others when he spoke. He spoke in a hoarse, knife sharpened voice, saying, "I've heard of it two years ago before I was imprisoned. Gu Chunfang from Henan Province has a capable official under his command, who has a keen insight into the details and is quite capable of handling cases. Mr. Zhang's reputation for honesty and integrity has been admired by Mr. Meng for a long time. However, I didn't expect to meet him in such a place.". Even people like you are colluding with the Heavenly Cult, it's really... "

He didn't say anything later, but he clicked, indicating it was self-evident.

Meng Yang held a slightly thicker branch in his hand and gently waved it in the fire, causing sparks to fly in the hot air.

Sitting on the side, the cold also dissipated a lot.

Zhang Zhe's gaze fell on the branch in Meng Yang's hand, and he could hear the other person's words. He remained silent for a while.

Until he saw the branch being licked up and burned by the fire, he calmly said, "You are from Changping, with a wealthy family. When you were twenty years old, you married your beloved wife and passed away. Unexpectedly, within two years, your beloved wife hanged herself at home and died with two lives. You went up the mountain to become a monk, with the Dharma name 'Zhanchen', and you had already escaped into an empty door.". Unexpectedly, a few years later, I accidentally learned that my wife had been harmed by my family. One was to take her wealth, and the other was to marry a high-ranking official's daughter for you. In a fit of anger, you didn't take off your monk's robe and carried the sword used by the martial monks in the temple, then returned home. In order to prevent everyone from escaping, you first set fire to the back door, tied it up, and then forced inside. Kill one at a time, including your father, brother, and nephew. The elderly are sixty to two, and the younger are only thirteen. Killed in the middle of the night, the only one still alive is the dog you raised many years ago

"Pa", the branch in Meng Yang's hand suddenly snapped.

The broken section fell into the fire and quickly caught fire.

He finally had a hint of blood in his eyes, but pulled a smile from the corner of his lips and said, "It's truly Mr. Zhang, I know that."

Zhang Zhe didn't think much of these things when he talked about them. He had handled too many tragedies, and even if he had a heart of compassion, he wouldn't be swayed by emotions or emotions. He just said, "You have been imprisoned for a long time, waiting for trial. You were supposed to be executed in autumn, and the files happened to pass through the Ministry of Justice. I work for the Ministry of Justice, so naturally I have read your files."

In other words, Zhang Zhe knows Meng Yang better than others.

This was something Meng Yang never expected.

He suddenly felt an indescribable danger and developed a sense of unease towards the seemingly ordinary head of the Ministry of Justice's Department of Justice, Zhang Zhe, which he had never experienced before.

Zhang Zhe seemed to be completely oblivious to this kind of fear, and his dull and cold eyes reflected the flames in the temple. He said as if he were ordinary, "You killed more than fifty people in a family. Your crime is true, and no matter what the reason is, it is impossible to forgive the situation. When the file was handed over to the Ministry of Justice, he painted you to be executed in autumn.". Unexpectedly, you were suppressed by someone who said there were still doubts and uncertainties about your wife's hanging, and you were only imprisoned and not released for the time being. Therefore, the matter has only been dragged on until now and remains unresolved

A person like Meng Yang will never die to offset his guilt.

Although in danger, Zhang Zhe didn't hide his love and hate for himself at all. Finally, he turned his gaze and looked straight at the other person, saying, "I really want to know who is standing behind you with such great ability to suppress things like Qiu Jue."

Meng Yang was still holding a branch in his hand. Although his peaceful face was a bit dirty, it reflected the warm red flames and looked like a Buddha sitting high in a temple. He said, "Meng came from the White Horse Temple and the great monk who shaved my head for me was called Yuanji. He had been studying Buddhism for four or five years. Mr. Zhang is so curious, why don't you guess?"

White Horse Temple, Round Machine Monk.

Isn't that the current national teacher who was personally appointed by Emperor Shen Lang?

The matter of shaving is mostly true.

But Zhang Zhe didn't answer because things wouldn't be as simple as they seem on the surface. If Master Yuanji were to do this, it would be too revealing, and all the civil and military officials in the court would be watching.

*

After entering winter, it's easy for the sky to light up late.

But Xie Wei never slept very well at night and was used to getting up early. When he opened his eyes and got up with his clothes on, the outside was still pitch black. He had a cold feeling when he went out in the snowy night yesterday, and he started coughing a bit.

Jianshu heard him stand up outside and called for someone to come in and serve him.

Upon hearing him cough, Jian Shu said, "The medicine Dr. Liu prescribed for you earlier was quite effective. Let someone boil it for you."

Xie Wei frowned lightly and said, "No need."

He slightly washed up and walked up to the desk, flipping through the pile of things on the desk. However, these were either official documents from the court or secret reports from the Heavenly Sect, and each one was annoying at first glance.

The Sword Book was ready to report on the affairs of the Heavenly Sect, but looking up at Xie Wei sitting still in front of the case for a while, he couldn't help but feel puzzled and took the initiative to say, "The group of people who robbed the prison just left. They left a mark at the city gate, which looks like they are heading towards Yanzhuang. The sect leader personally ordered another group of people to be sent to their temporary resting place to pick them up, but the specific person who went is still unknown. I'm afraid I won't ask more, do I need to ask?"

Xie Wei ignored and suddenly asked, "Is there nothing else?"

Jianshu was stunned.

Xie Wei coughed twice again, and the light of the lights shone on his pale face. There was a lingering sickly aura between his eyebrows and eyes, and he didn't want to do anything serious. He just pushed away all the documents in front of him, got up, and walked in the opposite direction to the Zhuo Qin Hall. As he walked, he said, "After the festival, it's already January, and it's not many days.". There's one thing, why don't you send someone to inquire about what little girls in Beijing love these days and come up with a birthday gift list for me to ponder

What does the little girl love?

Birthday gift?

Does anyone celebrate their birthday in January?

Jianshu searched his mind for a moment and couldn't remember who celebrated their birthday in the first lunar month. However, when he thought about the three words "little girl" used in Xie Wei's words, he suddenly understood and was speechless.

He didn't dare to shout in front of Xie Wei like Lv Xian did. He only dared to shout in his own heart for a while, but didn't show any signs on his face as if he had taken on an important task. He said solemnly, "Yes."

The Zhuo Qin Hall is still dimly lit.

Xie Wei walked in and lit the light.

The beech wood board used for making the piano on the table in front of the window has been made according to the shape of the piano, but it has not been spliced or painted yet. He placed the lamp on the windowsill and rolled up his sleeves to take a carving knife, but when he was about to carve out the details, his fingers stuttered.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that——

Although that little girl's qin is an ancient qin, the old qin is the old sound. No matter how well it is raised, there may be some unpleasant aspects. Since ancient times, the belief that "new is better than old" has always been a fallacy. A new qin is probably a good birthday gift, but unfortunately, I have been too busy lately and the qin is also slow. I'm afraid her birthday will pass before she finishes playing.

Only this thought flashed through my mind.

After a scolding, Xie Wei buried his head and went to play the qin.

Jianshu always feels like he's having something on his mind, but when doesn't Mr.'s mind have something on it? Although the situation at the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion was not dangerous, it could even be considered a clever move, waiting for its future use. However, whether it was leaving that mansion or this capital, whether it was on the surface or in secret, the gentleman was afraid of accumulating too much unhappiness.

He dare not ask what to do with the things piled up on the desk.

I had to wait at the door and didn't dare to disturb inside.

At such an early age, most people haven't gotten up yet.

It's quiet all around.

So once there is a sound of footsteps, it becomes particularly noticeable.

Not long after Jianshu stood up, he heard such a footsteps coming from the front yard.

He is a servant.

Upon arriving at the Zhuo Qin Hall, he whispered, "Someone outside the door is asking for an important matter to report. Please take the time, sir. The other person claims to be Zhou Yinzhi, a thousand households of the Jinyi Guard."

Zhou Yinzhi?

I've heard of this swordsman, but he didn't leave a good impression either.

When he heard it, he frowned and said, "Did you say something happened?"

The servant said, "There is none."

Jianshu guessed that Xie Wei was missing, but they had never encountered this person before and dared not directly refuse like others, so they came in again to ask Xie Wei.

Xie Wei said as expected, "I can't see you."

Officials from the court only came to visit him for a few reasons. Over time, it became tiring. If there were no plans to make, he would always prefer to be alone and not like to deal with the affairs of others.

Not to mention today.

Upon hearing the Sword Book, he was about to leave and send Zhou Yinzhi away.

Just as he walked to the door, the knife in Xie Wei's hand stopped.

He suddenly said, "Call someone in."

Jian Shu couldn't understand why he had changed his mind again. After a moment of confusion, he realized and ordered someone to lure Zhou Yinzhi inside.

Half of the night had passed, and Zhou Yinzhi was still wearing the same clothes as last night. The collar and corners of the flying fish suit were stained with both sweat and mist.

Talent came in from outside, and Xie Wei noticed that he seemed to have not slept last night.

Otherwise, there is no need for the Qianhu of the Royal Guards to dress up early in the morning.

He only asked, "Xie has little interaction with the Royal Guards. Zhou Qianhu came to find him before dawn. I don't know if there's anything urgent?"

Zhou Yinzhi was indeed the first time visiting the Xie Mansion.

But what happened last night has far exceeded his current ability to handle it. As Tian Jiang clearly couldn't find Jiang Xuening's whereabouts, he knew he must inform others. But should I tell Jiang Boyou first? Zhou Yinzhi dare not. Once the matter is exposed, one is to secretly find connections and send someone to the Heavenly Prison to visit the Lord Yongyi's Mansion, and the other is that the whereabouts of the official family's young lady are unknown, and he cannot bear to leave any fame, and may not be able to solve the problem yet.

Sitting in that prison cell for half an hour, he gritted his heart and simply bowed to the Xie family.

No one else, just take a gamble!

Xie Wei is Jiang Xuening's master in the Fengchen Hall. The young woman in the boudoir knows many things about the court. Although he didn't understand Jiang Xuening's intentions until the end of the last redemption from the Heavenly Sect, he vaguely felt that she had a close relationship with the Crown Prince's young master Xie Wei.

At least he was one of the "three orphans" of that dynasty.

If Xie Wei is willing to take action, it will be safer than if he finds a way himself.

===Kunning Section 153===

Zhou Yinzhi's eyebrows were all solemn, with a hint of awkwardness even as if he had let go. While bowing to Xie Wei, he closed his eyes and said, "The Heavenly Sect is rebelling and robbing the prison. Miss Jiang Er was in the prison at that time, but her whereabouts are unknown now."

"Cha!"

In the quiet Zhuo Qin Hall, there was a piercing light sound, and it turned out that the carving knife in my hand had made a rough mark on the piano board, deeply sinking into the wooden board. Even my right fingertip was scratched and bleeding was oozing.

This piano can't be made anymore.

Xie Wei suddenly had this idea in his heart, but his gaze stopped for a moment on the deep mark. Then he slowly turned his head and stared at Zhou Yinzhi, as if he hadn't heard him clearly. He gently asked, "Who did you say earlier?"

*

It's also early morning.

The rest of the people in the dilapidated temple also woke up one after another.

The fire on the bonfire was also extinguished, leaving only a little reddish residue.

The white mist engulfed the surrounding mountains, turning the distant and nearby shadows into black, white, and gray colors. However, in the thick mist, the sound of hooves could be heard.

The people watching outside the temple have been waiting for a long time.

Upon hearing the sound of hooves, he exclaimed, "Here we go!"

Everyone was excited when they heard it.

Jiang Xuening slept soundly all night and had just woken up. When she opened her eyes and sat up, she felt a robe slipping off her body. It was then that she noticed that Zhang Zhe was no longer in the room, and that the robe she was wearing was clearly the one he had worn yesterday.

There is a slight chill on the robe.

She was stunned for a moment, then gently stroked the fine stitches on the collar and sleeves of her robe, only to feel a heart pounding, sour and astringent. I was very happy to see him in his new life, but the heavens treated her too well and even gave me the opportunity to share hardships with him

Jiang Xuening suddenly smiled. Although she felt sore all over from sleeping, she quickly got down from the bed, folded the clothes twice, and walked out of the room.

But now everyone is standing outside the dilapidated temple.

At first glance, she saw that Zhang Zhe was still standing inside the threshold, but also looking outside. Yesterday, Meng Yang, who seemed to have caused a shiver, still sat in the corner, even in a similar position. He didn't know if he hadn't moved all night or if he had moved and sat back.

Anyway, Jiang Xuening doesn't care either.

She walked straight past the person and came to Zhang Zhe's side, saying, "Mr. Zhang, clothes."

It seems that the person from the Heavenly Sect who came to pick up has arrived.

Zhang Zhe was thinking about who was coming when he heard the sound and turned around to see that the girl who had just woken up had already stood beside him. It was probably because the bed last night was uncomfortable and the sleeping posture was not very good. There was also a slightly red sleep mark on his left face, like a pillow or a red mark left by his collar.

He was stunned before taking the robe.

But the robe was once again stained with the fragrance of the girl's body, which he held in his hand but did not drape over himself.

In the thick fog outside the temple, the visitor finally appeared.

It turned out to be a team of capable people.

A row of more than twenty riders, with two riders leading the way, swiftly stopped in front of the temple.

Huang Qian immediately welcomed him and said, "Master Zuo, I'm not a young master, but I've been waiting for you."

The two leading riders are one old and one young.

The old man, dressed as a quack doctor with crane hair and chicken skin, was called Feng Mingyu. He was appointed by the Jinling headquarters to oversee the affairs of the Tongzhou branch, and most people in the sect called him "Left Prime Minister Grandpa". "Left Prime Minister" was the Left Prime Minister, and "Grandpa" was a common name in the martial arts world, which shows the high status of this person.

The less one has a handsome face, outstanding facial features, dressed in embroidery, with a sword on the waist, and a charming and adventurous demeanor. A pair of peach blossom eyes captivated the soul, and the flowing radiance at the corners of the eyes made the girls blush and heartbeat.

Others couldn't help but secretly say, "What a talented person.".

At first sight, Jiang Xuening's face suddenly changed, and a cold aversion surged from under her feet to the back of her head. The corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly: Oh no, how could it be him!

The less one, it's not someone else, it's the Xiao Dingfei she knew in her previous life!

Feng Mingyu's position was higher, and his bones were already old. He couldn't bear the rough ride of a fierce horse. When he helped the person next to him down, his face didn't look good, and he only gasped for breath, "If it weren't for the order of the leader, who would have brought an old bone to this danger? How about it, Mr. Gongyi?"

He only had time to take a glance at it at this moment.

However, at first glance, it was evident that the situation was somewhat wrong. In addition to the original members of the Heavenly Sect, many others were still wearing dirty prison clothes.

Huang Qian knew the situation was tricky, so he quickly leaned forward and whispered to Feng Mingyu about last night's situation.

Xiao Dingfei also dismounted and naturally stood beside to listen.

Jiang Xuening stood by Zhang Zhe's side, clearly seeing Huang Qian's eyes looking at Zhang Zhe's side several times while speaking. Her heart jumped wildly: In the previous life, she knew that Xiao Dingfei had countless connections with the Heavenly Sect. Unexpectedly, in this life, she could see it with her own eyes! This person is going to "return" to the Xiao family in the future, and his position is so important. Do he know what the true identity of the "Dujun Mountain Man" is!

After listening, Feng Mingyu furrowed his two gray eyebrows and instinctively looked at Zhang Zhe behind the crowd.

Xiao Dingfei also listened clearly.

However

Dujun Mountain people?

His slanted long eyebrows lightly raised, his long sword casually pressed against his waist, and he took two steps under his feet before standing in front of the temple. He looked up and down at Zhang Zhe, with a playful smile on his lips, and said, "Are you the 'Dujun Mountain Man' in our sect, who can see the head but not the tail?"

Zhang Zhe furrowed his brows as he heard Huang Qian shout "Ding Fei Prince". Looking at the figure emerging from the thick mist, his every word, action, and action were all in contact with the Ding Fei Prince who later returned to the Xiao family, as he remembered in his previous life. His eyelids lightly twitched.

How could this person appear in the Heavenly Sect?

His eyebrows furrowed lightly as he wanted to say something, but Jiang Xuening, who was standing next to him, grabbed his sleeve without warning and pulled it.

He instinctively took back the words he was about to export.

This action cannot be considered grand, but it cannot be considered small when the surroundings are solemn.

Xiao Dingfei stood nearby and easily noticed.

He couldn't help but take a glance at the boy standing next to him. Unexpectedly, he couldn't help but wonder. Although his face was dirty, his facial features were extremely beautiful. The small fingertips that protruded were white and pink, and the snow skin on the unbuttoned collar was so fragile that he could imagine a hint of soul lust.

Women?

Xiao Dingfei is not a serious person. At first glance, he threw everything important behind his head. His beautiful peach blossom eyes showed a hint of interest, and his gaze fell on Jiang Xuening, not turning away. "I didn't expect to be able to take care of a woman at such a dangerous time. I don't know how to call Auntie?"

Yesterday, someone noticed that there was something wrong with the person around Zhang Zhe, either a girl or a little white faced.

It's all old martial arts, and no one went to poke through it.

Who would have expected that this day's teachings were not from any particular source? "Ding Fei Gongzi" was so straightforward that he claimed that the other person was a woman and even directly approached and asked about his name?!

Jiang Xuening suddenly thought: This bad embryo should be immediately sent back to the Xiao family, so that the family knows what "retribution" is!