Mikago

I saw that the letter went on to say——

"I remember when my father took office as the envoy of Dushui, many court officials came to the house to congratulate him. One of them was named Fu Zhenghuai, who was a Jinshi in the same year as my father. This person took office at Yushitai, and he often received calls from some common people. complain.

One day when he came to sit at home, he suddenly brought up an incident, saying that in Lingzhou City, many folk men who specialize in digging canals were arrested and built the mausoleum of King Duan.The Water Superintendent of the capital is in charge of water conservancy, so how can a father sit idly by?After some investigation, it was confirmed that this happened, and then I told Fu Zhenghuai the result.Immediately Fu Zhenghuai was filled with righteous indignation, and proposed to participate in Tang Quan's book, and then found several assistant ministers to co-sign, and there was a tendency to besiege.

Joint impeachment is naturally obligatory for a father.What's more, the relatives of the Tang family are so powerful that if they can get rid of their party members, it will be like a stone falling into the water, and the way of being an official will be accessible.

According to the law, I submitted the impeachment memorial to Yushitai one day in advance, waiting for the next day to face Tang Quan in court.But who knew, I was taken down by the imperial guards after I entered the palace gate the next day, and instead I was charged with corruption and breaking the law.However, the other officials who jointly impeached were all safe and sound!

Only then did I realize that I had become an outcast in the hands of others, and the only one who made an example.In fact, Tang Quan had heard about the rumors of impeachment a long time ago, and he had already bowed his bow and set his arrows, but he just didn't say anything!

Ridiculous!I have been an official for my father for ten years, but I don't know the depth of the court.Before getting in the tide, it was already beaten by the big waves.Shan'er, now that you know your father's grievances, you don't have to be too sad.Although the father is imprisoned, but the crime is not fatal, and there will be a day when he will see the light of day again.

So far, as a father, I don't expect anything extravagantly.I only hope that I can meet Shan'er in the future, and there will be a day when the family will talk again.From then on, if you don't seek fame, don't pursue an official career, and find a place to live in seclusion in a safe and secure place, you will be satisfied for the rest of your life. "

When the letter was written here, there were suddenly two lines of ink marks that were altered.Then he scribbled——

"Tang Quan is cunning and cruel, with vicious methods. He set up a family motto here for his father: the descendants of the Ye family must never associate with those with the Tang family name! Be regarded as the heir of the Ye family!"

At this point, the letterhead came to an abrupt end.Ye Yueshan had tears in her eyes, while Ye Zuolan felt cold all over her body.

The sky was full of stars that day, father and son rode together, and the memory of going to the Imperial College is still vivid in my memory, but now the family letter with more than hundreds of words does not even mention the existence of Ye Zuolan; not only that, but even established " The poisonous oath that Tang Ye will not meet again...

Doesn't all of this imply that... Ye Zuolan is the one who tipped off the Tang family? !

And Tang Quan, that cold, arrogant and terrifying man on the big horse, it was he who broke up the Ye family and tore up their once peaceful and beautiful life!

Unprecedented hatred rose in Ye Zuolan's heart, causing his whole body to tremble violently. In his clenched fists, the nails dug deeply into the palms of his hands, bringing out bursts of heart-wrenching pain.

Then, he thought of Tang Ruilang again.

That young man, who was as bright as the sun, dragged a dark shadow behind him.Ye Zuolan's eyes widened, he seemed to see that flat black figure standing up, baring its teeth and claws towards him!

Wronged, resentful, helpless, sad!

The violent trembling made Ye Zuolan unable to control his body movements. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a word, so he could only slowly curl up his body.

It felt like someone had punched me hard in the stomach, and I was sweating profusely from the pain.On the verge of all kinds of torture, Ye Zuolan finally couldn't hold back, and vomited with a "wow".

Uncle Zhong and Yueshan were startled, and hurriedly helped him up.However, Ye Zuolan still couldn't resist this series of blows, and her eyes darkened...

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Ye Zuolan had a dream.

He dreamed that during the Dragon Boat Festival, there are luxuriant grasses and weeping willows beside the sparrow pond, the warm wind brings warmth, and the fragrance of lotus blossoms.

There is a dilapidated gazebo by the pool, with decaying lintels and eaves pillars, as if they might fall down at any time.

However, there were people in the booth.

Tang Ruilang was still in the luxurious attire he wore when he came to visit the doctor that day, and he still had a sunny smile.

Ye Zuolan seemed to be bewitched, and walked towards Tang Ruilang.The two looked at each other and embraced each other, and then got closer and closer, tender and affectionate...

But at this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded from the sky!

Ye Zuolan was startled, but saw Tang Ruilang turned into an angry demon with green face and fangs, stretching out his sharp claws and pushing him down the pond!

The water in the pool is cold and bottomless.

With a "wow", Ye Zuolan suddenly sat up from the bed.

It was dark all around, and it was obviously night.In the distant sky outside the house, real thunder came faintly.

It's going to rain.

Ye Zuolan was breathing hard, only then did she feel empty and uncomfortably hungry.He thought for a while, lit the oil lamp, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat before the rain.

The kitchen is on the northwest side of the backyard, and it is larger than the inverted house where Ye Zuolan lived.There are two large stoves in the center, which can cook food for more than [-] people at the same time.On weekdays, Ye Zuolan also saw Wa'er busy in the kitchen. The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy held a wooden shovel as thick as his arm, and his appearance was funny but bitter.

Uncle Zhong left a meal under the bamboo cage on the stove.Ye Zuolan squatted on the ground, gorging on food, and only started paying attention to her surroundings when she was about four to five minutes full.

The thunder is still blowing, and the wind is blowing up and down, but the rain has not yet fallen.

The only thing brought over by the wind was a burst of crying.

This was not the first time Ye Zuolan heard crying in the yard, and he also remembered Uncle Zhong's order not to investigate.However, the voice this time seemed to be that of a boy too.

Could it be that he escaped from the city?

Thinking of what she saw and heard in the city that day, Ye Zuolan was moved with compassion.He followed the sound and pushed the door out, and soon discovered that the sound came from the mysterious wooden door in the east.

Ye Zuolan vaguely knew that the inside of the wooden door was also a courtyard, and there were some people living in it, and there were occasional voices, sighs, and even occasional flute sounds and idiotic laughter.And the porridge, rice and eggs that Wal cooks hard every day are also used to feed this group of people.

"Who is crying?" Ye Zuolan gently knocked on the door.

The crying inside the wooden door stopped, and after a while, a small voice replied: "I am Liu'er, and who are you?"

Ye Zuolan reported her name and asked Liu'er why she was crying.

"Liu'er hurts. Liu'er hurts so much..." the small voice cried.

Ye Zuolan asked him where the pain was, but Liu'er hesitated to answer.

Ye Zuolan only thought that he was wary, so he said again: "I am not an official, nor are those human traffickers outside. Are you hiding here for refuge?"

Liu'er thought for a while and replied: "My hometown is famine and I have nowhere to go. I originally planned to come to the capital to seek refuge with relatives and friends..."

This is exactly the same as what Uncle Zhong said to the two traffickers before, Ye Zuolan didn't think much, and asked him again: "You have been hiding here all this time, how long have you been hiding?"

"I'm recuperating." Liu'er replied, "I have to recover from my injury before I can leave here."

recuperate?Could it be the kind of "exogenous fever" that can be transmitted from person to person when it occurs, so it needs to be locked in the yard behind this door.

Thinking of this, Ye Zuolan couldn't help feeling a little nervous.Quietly took two steps back, and then reluctantly asked: "When you recover from illness?"

Liu'er thought for a while, and her voice was a little erratic: "Then we should go to the north."

North?

This reminded Ye Zuolan of what the two traffickers said a few days ago.

What does "the way to the north" mean?

He was about to ask, but he heard a "squeak" from the west - it turned out that Wal came out to wake up at night.

Liu Er suddenly fell silent.Ye Zuolan was afraid that Wal would find it difficult to explain, so she hid behind the pomegranate tree, and took another chance to go back to her room.

After that, nothing was said all night.

Waking up early the next day, Ye Zuolan had just opened her eyes and was still lying on the bed, when Ye Yueshan came in with porridge, her face was obviously a little ugly.

After Ye Zuolan questioned, she found out that after the thunderstorm last night, she also went to the yard, but found something completely different.

"I saw...a human head on the wall!"

There was a head on the wall, and it disappeared without a trace after passing by in a flash—it was not very likely that it was a ghost. The most likely thing was that someone was lying on top of the wall, looking into the yard.

what is he looking at !

After experiencing such an accident, Ye Zuolan was unable to make any optimistic guesses.

However, even in his worst guesses, he never imagined that things would turn out like that...