Chapter 114.

Emperor Yuan Jing’s personal eunuch, dragging floating dust in his hand, walked over to receive the booklet and respectfully handed it to Emperor Yuan Jing.

Emperor Yuan Jing set the book aside and took the booklet, gazing at it.

As he watched, both eyebrows rose, anger brewing in his eyes.

“Nonsense through and through, the people in the Ministry of Justice and the Prefectural Court are becoming less and less useful.” Emperor Yuan Jing blamed.

He swept a glance at Eunuch Liu, frightening the other’s body.

Emperor Yuan Jing slammed the pamphlet aside, his tone was devoid of emotion, instead it became more and more oozing, “What about the side of the night watchman’s yamen?”

Eunuch Liu’s head hung low and he spoke in a thin voice: “Your Majesty, in, in the back ….”

Emperor Yuan Jing raised his eyebrows, picked up the booklet again, and continued to read down.

Looking at, his tightly locked eyebrows, unconsciously stretching, between the eyebrows of the impatience is also slowly convergence, actually look at the concentration.

Emperor Yuan Jing converted from a side-lying position to an upright sitting position.

His face grew stony and his gaze sharpened.

The two big eunuchs unconsciously slowed down their breathing, afraid of both disturbing His Majesty and touching bad luck.

At the end of the day, when Emperor Yuan Jing put down the booklet, the immortal style of twenty years of cultivation was gone, and there was only the majesty and sternness of an earthly emperor.

Eunuch Liu’s forehead was already seeping with cold sweat.

He had thought that His Majesty would be satisfied, but looking at the situation, it seemed to have backfired?

“Pass the word!”

Emperor Yuan Jing’s face was as frosty as condensation, his tone serious: “Taikang county magistrate dereliction of duty, to the death and injury of hundreds of gray households around the Dahuang Mountain, dismissed from his post, taken into custody in a large prison, and executed after the fall of next year.

“Prefectural Constable Lv Qing, promoted to Chief Constable of Department Six.”

He didn’t mention Xu Qi’an because Xu Qi’an himself was the one who wore the guilt, and his performance commission was going to be put at the end of the day, and the reward was his life.

“Nun servant leads the way!” Eunuch Liu was relieved and retreated.

Leaving the Meditation Hall, he took the little eunuch back to his residence without a word and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Although he did not know that His Majesty’s face was rather more ugly after reading the latter, but according to His Majesty’s dictum, the latter should have pleased him, and His Majesty’s gloomy mood was about other things.

In the Meditation Hall, Emperor Yuan Jing stood by the window, silent for a long time.

“Inform the next, lift the city ban on the inner and outer cities.”

…….

Xu Qi’an dragged her tired body back to the mansion, and dinner had already passed.

The front hall of the Xu Mansion was brightly lit, and Xu Pingzhi and Xu New Year stood guard there, waiting for him to return.

“Nian’er, have the kitchen heat up the meal and bring it up.” Xu Pingzhi said.

The red lips and white teeth, handsome and picturesque Xu New Year went out of the front hall, leaving only the uncle and nephew.

The candlelight flickered slightly, and Uncle Xu’s rough country face was cold and serious.

Shortly afterward, Xu Xinxin returned, and the cooks came over with picking rice, which had been hot in the pot, waiting for Xu Qi’an’s return.

Looking at the rugged second uncle and the handsome little old man, Xu Qi’an drifted off for a moment.

He was alone in the world, without a cell phone, without a computer, without a keyboard warrior, without a Japanese love education movie.

Living day to day with candles or oil lamps, and cursing and lifting the hem of his shirt up high when he went to the bathroom.

Sometimes in my dreams, I dream of going back to my past life, waking up with a smile on my face, and then staring at the interlocking beams of the roof.

“Suddenly I want to drink.” Xu Qi’an cursed in a low voice and took the wine jug from the cook.

When the cooks had set up the meal, Xu Pingzhi waved his hand, signaling for them to retire.

Xu Qi’an took one mouthful of wine after another, not nostalgic for his past life, but suddenly remembering the saying, Where my heart is at peace is my home.

In this world, there are always people waiting for you to come home at night, warming up a meal for you in the kitchen.

No matter how tired and helpless and lonely you are out there, when you come back here, you realize that you are not alone.

Drinking half a jug of wine, Xu Qi’an exhaled a long breath, “Sang Po was bombed, and His Majesty ordered me to investigate the case thoroughly and take credit for my sins.”

Xu Pingzhi nodded slowly, “I already know, but this matter, it is not for you to meddle in.”

“I know, I’m only responsible for investigating the case, not pursuing it.” Xu Qi’an said helplessly, “We have to try, if not I can only run.”

He never wanted to pay for imperial power, and if he couldn’t find a case, escape was inevitable.

“This shouldn’t involve you guys, after all, I didn’t commit any major crimes.” Xu Qi’an said.

The reason he cursed just now was that it was so hard to find a home where he felt like he belonged, and he might have to say goodbye for good in the near future.

The crime Xu Qi’an had committed was wrestling a superior to death, and although it was a capital offense, it was far from family guilt by association.

In the Daebung, guilt by association is a very serious offense, and the average person who wants to do so is not qualified to do so.

In order to reach the charge of “implicating X clans”, the following points need to be met: First, plotting treason. Second, cause great damage to the country. Third, to cause great damage to the royal family. Four, standing on the wrong side!

Xu Pingzhi falls into the second category, losing tax money and causing significant damage to the treasury. But this is not the norm.

Those who can achieve the above four accomplishments are usually the Guns of the imperial court. It is those Zhu Zi Gui who are the ones who can’t move without a full house.

For this reason, “guilt by association” has also been jokingly referred to as big brother privilege.

Xu Qi’an, at best, is a death row inmate, and if he escapes, he’s a fugitive from justice and can’t implicate his aunt and uncle.

Uncle Xu nodded in satisfaction, “It’s good that you can figure it out, you’ve been obstinate since you were a child.”

That was the old me, now I, eel changed a lot …. Xu Qi’an shook his head, “I’m not stupid.”

Erlang Xu also sighed in relief and said, “If you can’t, you can go to Yunzhou.”

Yunzhou?

Xu Qi’an froze.

He is aware of Yunzhou, which is heavily infested with bandits and is also known as the bandit state, and number two is also in Yunzhou.

Xu Erlang said, ”Then you have a serious banditry problem, and the influence of the court is the worst, even if you are wanted and escape there, you will be safe.

If your heart is a little more ruthless, you can directly fall into the grass and become a bandit, both to sharpen your martial arts and to control power. Many key criminals wanted by the imperial court and outlaws in the rivers and lakes like to gather in Yunzhou.”

Makes sense, it’s safer to hide in Yunzhou as opposed to other areas, the more chaotic the place the safer it is …. And so on!

Xu Qi’an had a flash of light in his head.

If I were Chou Baek Do, where would I flee to?

The evils of the clan and the blowing up of the Sangpo have perfectly accomplished the felonies of “decapitation of the whole family” and “the punishment of the three clans”.

It’s not safe to hide anywhere, because the court won’t leave him alone.

Where should I hide then?

Two choices, either leave Dafeng or hide in Yunzhou!

Yes, Cloud State.

Xu Qi’an got excited all of a sudden and was just about to slap his little old brother’s shoulder when he heard his second uncle angrily slap the table, “No going to Yunzhou.”

The brothers were startled.

“Why?” Xu Qi’an was surprised at Second Uncle’s reaction.

“What are you doing in Yunzhou? Fall into the grass and become a bandit.” Uncle Xu said angrily, “The imperial court fights bandits every year, what if they send Resignation Old to fight bandits in Yunzhou in the future? Have you forgotten the promise you two made that day.”

What a deal …. Oh, the same room …. Xu Qi’an and Xu New Year bowed their heads in shame.

Kinda forgot.

I didn’t realize that Uncle Two still remembered it, so it seems to be really in his heart.

“I know, I know, I’m not going to Yunzhou that is, I’m going to the Western Region.” Xu Qi’an said.

The Western Hoagies are beautiful and passionate!

After eating, Xu Qi’an saw Xu Ling Yue walk in with a bowl of steaming milk, pursing her red lips with a gentle brow:

“Big brother, have a bowl of milk to make up for it.”

“Ling Yue personally went to the street to buy it, fresh milk at noon today.” Uncle Xu added with a heartfelt smile as he saw his son and nephew’s relationship growing more and more cordial:

“Suzume drank two big bowls and gave her sister a beating.”

Xu Qi’an took the milk, smelled it, and almost vomited …. The milk was fishy and stale.

Fresh milk in this day and age is just that, no messy additives, original, and at best, heated and sterilized.

But it doesn’t really taste good.

But as hard as it was to drink, it was indeed something that only nobles could drink on a daily basis, even though the flavor was not very popular.

But it does replenish the body, and for aristocratic children, milk was a daily necessity.

Could I try to improve the milk …. And then make a lot of money with my own secret recipe …. Well, I don’t even know how to get rid of this flavor, the teacher in school didn’t teach …. Xu Qi’an sighed and took a mouthful of it under his sister’s earnest gaze.

It’s very emotional.

Touching the still warm bowl, Xu Qi’an suddenly remembered some past events.

When he was in middle school, his parents ordered him milk, the kind that came in glass bottles and was delivered to his doorstep still warm every morning.

Xu Qi’an doesn’t drink himself, but gives it to his goddess in his pocket. He originally thought this was love.

Then he realized he was actually a licking dog.

….

At some point, it rained miserably outside, soaking the dead branches and the flagstones in the yard.

Xu Qi’an, who was full of wine and food, returned to his small courtyard with an oil-paper umbrella.

He lit an oil lamp and opened the window; it was completely dark, a little candlelight stubbornly filtered through, and the rain pattered.

The world is quiet, so quiet that one can sink into it and think about many things.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, ten years of lights in the night rain of the rivers and lakes!

The poet Huang Tingjian was probably in the same mood as him when he wrote this poem, with some people in his mind.

Perhaps, too, it was such a silent, bleak night.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xu Qi’an picked the lamp twice before she could break herself free from her despondency.

One cannot remain immersed in one’s own world, there is much more to be done.

Xu Qi’an sat on the edge of the table, took out the small jade mirror, and typed in the message, “Heh, there’s another incident in the capital.”

PS: This chapter is yesterday’s, yesterday during the day something, still owe everyone a chapter, stubbornly stayed up all night until now, finally wrote it. I’m going to bed.