Startled Meng

Yu Fangzhi held up a candle to let Zheng Lang see clearly: "Master Zheng doesn't believe that Prime Minister Wei has given up on you, so what about Master Yan? Why is Master Yan here?"

The hat on Yan Cijing's cloak fell off, revealing his face as cold as frost and snow.

Zheng Lang couldn't believe it: "Impossible! Why did you get out of prison? Impossible!"

Yu Fang smiled: "It seems that the adults already know that the imperial examination case cannot be delayed any longer, and there must be a scapegoat to close the case." He put his arms around Yan Cijing, "What a coincidence, Mr. Zheng, it's you."

"Impossible!" Zheng Lang forced his face out of the fence, "It's impossible for Wei Cheng to abandon me. I helped him so much. I don't believe it. You lied to me!"

"Oh~" Yu Fangzhi squatted down, held up the lamp, and pretended to be curious: "My lord, tell me why Wei Xiang will never give up on you?"

Zheng Lang didn't answer, his eyes rolled quickly.

He has a reason. Wei Cheng used his hands to eradicate dissidents and fill his own pockets. He and Zheng Lang are inextricably linked. He manipulated the candidates for the imperial examination in secret, which was also given to Wei Cheng. Everything was done for others. Accepted, Wei Cheng will not cross rivers and tear down bridges!Wei Cheng will not fail to save him!

Yu Fang knew: "The brother-in-law who was a salt and iron official in Changjun and transported money for him could just throw it away as soon as he said it, and Chen Kaiyang, who was against him, died on the day of the Qianyuan Festival. Is Mr. Zheng... to yourself? Too confident?"

Yu Fangzhi whispered again: "I don't know if Mr. Zheng still remembers the imperial army who died in Furong Canal? What about the hundreds of imperial army who piled up corpses outside the city?"

Zheng Lang's whole body was shaken, the cold sweat didn't bother to wipe off, as his body shivered slightly, his strands gathered together.What kind of person is Wei Cheng? Zheng Lang has worked with Wei Cheng for many years, and he knows exactly who he wants to die.

"No! No..." Zheng Lang collected himself, and secretly persuaded himself not to follow other people's tricks. He was able to follow Wei Cheng for many years not only because of his ability, but also because he held Wei Cheng's most unspoken secret!

"Why not?"

"Because Meng—" Zheng Lang shouted angrily and stopped abruptly, staring at Yu Fangzhi vigilantly and resentfully, almost fell into his trap and spit out all the words.

Yu Fangzhi smiled and helped him finish the sentence: "Because Wei Cheng framed Meng Xiao as a collaborator, you forged the testifying letter."

In an instant, Zheng Lang's scalp felt numb and itchy, his eyes dodged, and he stepped back on the messy straw.

"You, who are you? Why do you know so much?"

After finishing speaking, he regretted it, slapped himself, and said viciously: "What do you want? Do you want to use this matter to threaten me? I don't recognize it, so what can you do to me?"

"Meng Xiao is dead. I don't care who you are. Is it too late to take revenge now?"

Seeing that he couldn't stand it, Zheng Lang laughed loudly: "I have enjoyed half my life's glory, no one dares to erect a monument after Meng Xiao's death, what can you do to me?"

The insanity made people look angry, and his rude words stepped on Yu Fangzhi's bottom line, Yu Fang knew it was hard to bear it any longer, he threw a short knife from his sleeve, and went straight to Zheng Lang's face.

Who knows that other people are faster than him!

Yan Cijing quickly snatched the candle from Yu Fangzhi's hand, and poured it on Zheng Lang's face, pouring the hot wax oil on Zheng Lang's face, Zheng Lang's face hurt, and he rolled on the ground covering his face and shouting loudly.

"You were originally a servant in Wei Cheng's house who accompanied the young master. Wei Cheng discovered the talent of copying characters and kept him by his side. He ordered you to forge correspondence and frame the courtiers. You didn't hesitate at all and immediately agreed, because you knew that this It's your only chance to turn your fate around."

Zheng Lang was still yelling, Yan Cijing spoke fast and loudly: "It's just like a chick, and you can't be a swan if you pretend to be a high-ranking person."

"Wei Cheng appreciates your talent for being fake. In fact, you still have the ability to form cliques and rule over cholera. Your aptitude is mediocre, only treacherous and evil. You can't proclaim morality and govern, deceive the emperor, slander good people, and capital punishment can't be angry with the people, and it's hard to please people's hearts after death!"

What he said made Zheng Lang's old face hard to bear, and he rushed towards Yan Cijing with his hot red face. Before his outstretched claws touched Yan Cijing, Yu Fangzhi took off his arm.

Yan Cijing was unmoved, still half-squatting, looking coldly at Zheng Lang, his injuries hadn't healed, and his face didn't have much color, but it made him look proud in the middle of the night, his eyes moved slightly, and the words he said still remained the same. It was cold, but it unintentionally comforted Yu Fangzhi's heart.

He said to Zheng Lang: "It doesn't matter that Meng Xiao was wronged and returned to the soil. Naturally, he has a share in offering incense during the Qingming Festival. What happens with the passage of time, there will always be people who miss him, think of him, and seek revenge for him."

"Does Lord Zheng think that he can die peacefully after enjoying enough glory and wealth? I will order someone to destroy the well-refined ancestral hall in your mansion."

"you dare--"

He has done enough in the first half of his life as a servant!Burning incense every night is just because he was a descendant of the Zheng family who has glorified the lintel once he became an official. If others are allowed to do such a thing that destroys morality and root, then what is the painstaking effort of his half life!

Zheng Lang was pinched at the gate of his life, and his eyes were about to burst: "If you dare to do this, I will never let you go!"

It sounds scary for a ghost to seek revenge, and the language is known to support Yan Cijing: "Thank you, Master Zheng, for reminding me, I will remember to ask the master to come to suppress evil and oppressive evil spirits, even if you become an evil ghost."

Yan Cijing continued: "Master Zheng's promotion and wealth is due to the smoke from the ancestral graves. Unfortunately, your Zheng family will eventually be destroyed in your hands. When the incense is gone, your children and grandchildren who have committed all kinds of crimes will not be able to escape."

After destroying the ancestral temple and cutting off the incense, Zheng Lang said hoarsely, "What do you want? Why did you bully me so far!"

Yan Cijing shook his body: "Then ask yourself, how much do you know about the treason of the Meng family back then?"

Lying on the ground dying, Zheng Lang kept nodding his head and promised to say anything.

Zheng Lang let go, but he knew the language but was not in a hurry to ask. He took Yan Cijing into his arms and felt him trembling slightly. Yan Cijing had persisted long enough.

"I'm fine." Yan Cijing's mouth was stiff, but he was indeed tired, and he knew it by relying on words, "You can ask." He wanted to listen.

Many details of that year were only known to the person concerned, and Zheng Lang said a lot of information that they did not know.

"I don't know what grievances Wei Cheng has with Meng Xiao. He asked me to imitate the handwriting and I imitated it. Later, he said that I imitated the handwriting very well. The old emperor believed it. I thought this matter was over, but it didn't. , Wei Cheng saw that I was smart, so he asked me to follow him and follow him, and only then did I know that his plan was only half implemented."

"He ordered someone to send a letter to the south of the Yangtze River. I don't know what was written in the letter, but later I heard that the north was overwhelmed by a large army. Then the emperor who was traveling at that time personally led the army and brought enough army supplies to support it."

"There is a war in the north, and there is no peace in Beijing. Wei Cheng received the imperial edict of the old emperor and went to the Meng Mansion to arrest Meng Xiao..."

Yan Cijing, who had been quiet all this time, moved at this moment, and the speaker knew: "Speak."

Zheng Lang licked his dry lips: "I know what will happen when Wei Cheng goes. I'm not stupid. At that time, my status was low and I knew that too much would risk my life, so I took the errand on a long trip. That night ,I did not see anything."

Yu Fangzhi: "I want you to tell the world everything you know."

Zheng Lang sneered: "Am I crazy? If I don't tell you today, you will cut off my incense. If I betray Wei Xiang, I know his methods clearly. I am afraid that my nine clans will not survive."

"What's more, so what if I tell you? Who will believe it?"

Zheng Lang's words are difficult to distinguish between true and false, only these two sentences are convincing. Wei Cheng has a great ability to turn black and white, and he knows that he is not a vegetarian. Keep Zheng Lang's testimony and wait for it to grow in Japan in the future.

Yu Fangzhi let go of Yan Cijing, and threw a bag of things into the prison: "The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready, write, if you don't want to, your other hand will be broken."

Zheng Lang had no choice but to follow suit.After all this commotion, the other jailers didn't show up as if they were dead, which shows that the fierce man in front of him is not an ordinary person. Zheng Lang knows the current affairs best, breathed warmly, and lowered his head to write.

Before writing a word, Zheng Lang raised his head and asked him, "Who are you?"

Yu Fangzhi leaned closer, and gave Zheng Lang an evil smile, and said "Meng" lightly without making a sound.

Zheng Lang shouted in shock: "You are—ah!"

Yu Fangzhi reacted very quickly, took two steps back to protect Yan Cijing, and shouted: "Who!"

The candlelight in the passage flickered for a moment, and a black shadow disappeared at the end, leaving only the familiar echo in the prison.

The two turned their heads again, and Zheng Lang was already dead, and blood flowed out from the gap pierced by the short arrow in the roar.

Yu Fangzhi turned his head with strict words: "Go quickly."

Yan Cijing: "Wei Cheng's."

Yu Fangzhi: "It came faster than I expected."

The two left Zheng Lang's cell with their front feet, and the jailer rushed in with their back feet, pointing at the dead Zheng Lang and shouting loudly.

Yu Fangzhi sent Yan Cijing back to the prison, the cloak was scattered, and the shackles on Yan Cijing's wrists could not be released at all.

It turned out that the two were playing a show, which made Zheng Lang dizzy.

"Zheng Lang is dead, you don't have to worry about what's next." Yu Fangzhi helped Yan Cijing to lie down, the tossing and tossing all night was exhausting.

Yan Cijing nodded, and said: "Zheng Lang is dead, Mr. Fu is hard to explain."

"When the sky falls, I will support you. You sleep with you." Yu Fangzhi left the cell, put on chains, and pretended that Yan Cijing hadn't been released from prison.

To return the key to Fu Chun, there will be a lot of questions.

Fortunately, Fu Chun was not idle outside the prison, and he had a clear picture of the situation inside the prison.

"The murderer was among the jailers on duty. I didn't see it. I didn't know what happened until he suddenly flew onto the eaves."

Yu Fang knew: "It's a pity that I didn't get the confession written by Zheng Lang himself."

Fu Chun didn't mind at all: "If you do it, there will be traces. Zheng Lang wasn't the only one who participated in it back then, so it's okay." Here, you leave quickly."

"Yes."

"Wait a minute," Fu Chun stayed again, "When the matter is over, don't forget to go to my mansion. Whatever Zheng Lang explained, tell me what to say."

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More more more!good night~