What Cheng Xun said quickly reached Jiang Pengji's ears. She listened in silence for a long time without any expression.
After a long while, she said, "After all, he was Mr. Wen Fu's eldest son and Gong Liao's eldest brother. The dead should be respected, and the grudges between them should be written off. He was willing to sacrifice himself for his master, so I couldn't argue with him. Let Gong Liao collect it and bring it back to be buried. "
It was impossible for Jiang Pengji to say that it was not popular. At the same time, she felt somewhat helpless.
According to what she had been taught since childhood, suicide was an act of cowardice. Whatever the reason, it was despicable.
Jiang Pengji would rather give her head to someone else than end her own life. She could not understand Cheng Xun's choice. Selfishly speaking, she would rather have a confrontation with Cheng Xun in front of her. It was better than slamming into the wall and committing suicide in front of Cheng Yuan!
He would rather die, but if he did so, how would his wife and children, as well as his parents, be able to handle themselves?
Jiang Pengji thought of Cheng Cheng, whose hair had turned white. She frowned.
The livestream viewers were dumbfounded the entire time. First, Xu Pei had set himself on fire, then Cheng Xun had slammed his head into the wall —
Although they had different standpoints, many people still sighed when they heard the news.
The ones who were the most heartbroken were those who used to be Xu Bei's fans. Back then, Xu Bei was also a gentle and elegant gentleman who had garnered many fans.
Secret Dried Plum: It's not scary to lose. As long as there's life, there's hope. Why is Xu Bei so stubborn?
Jiutian Zhanbahuang: "The world is in chaos. This is a tragedy for the Xu brothers. Xu Fei was forced to hang himself by Xu Bei, and Xu Bei burned himself in the face of desperation. To them, as long as they take a step back, they won't have to die. Even if they lose their former glory, it won't be a problem for them to be an ordinary rich man. The question is, can their pride tolerate this outcome? He would rather die than live an ignoble life. Everyone has their own ambitions, and this is their own choice. Outsiders will at most sigh with emotion. To put it in an inauspicious way, if our host is also faced with this kind of situation where she has to drag out an ignoble existence to survive, according to her temperament, she will most likely make the most intense choice, right?
It was not difficult to live, but it was difficult to take a step back.
Whether it was Xu Fei or Xu Bei, if they were willing to surrender, they would be able to preserve their lives. However, neither of them was willing to do so.
To them, self-esteem was more important than life. Death was not scary, but surviving required great courage.
Therefore, their deaths were already destined.
If Xu Bei's death could still be understood, then Cheng Xun's suicide by ramming his head into the wall had sparked discussion among the audience. Everyone had their own opinions.
Many viewers were impressed by his loyalty, but another group of viewers did not agree.
Cheng Xun's loyalty to his lord, Xu Bei, was very deep, but what about his duties as a son, a husband, and a father?
Don't forget, Mr. Cheng Cheng wasn't young in this era.
Suddenly hearing the news of his eldest son's suicide, would he be able to take the blow?
The audience had never seen Cheng Xun before. They only labeled him as "Cheng Cheng's eldest son" and "Cheng Yuan's elder brother."
His death was straightforward, but how long would it take for his family to recover from this?
If it was a conspiracy theory, would Cheng Xun's wife and children blame the streamer, Jiang Pengji?
Just this thought alone made the audience's impression of Cheng Xun even worse.
If it wasn't for the phrase "the dead should be respected," Cheng Xun's name would probably be hung up and scolded by them.
After conquering the barbican, there were still many things that needed to be dealt with. As the lord, Jiang Pengji could toss the trivial matters to her subordinates, but there were some things that she had to deal with personally, such as taking over Xu Bei's family assets and recruiting talents who could still be used.
Of course, ordinary people didn't need Jiang Pengji to deal with them. They didn't have that kind of power, but Han Yu was different.
"It's been many years. How are you, Wenbin?"
Jiang Pengji and Han Yu were considered "schoolmates." She had known Han Yu before she went to Langye to study, so the two of them could be considered friends.
Han Yu wasn't tied up, but he was confined to a small tent and couldn't go out.
Although he looked a little haggard, his eyes were bright. His vigor didn't make him look like a prisoner at all.
Jiang Pengji casually sat on the other side of the table in front of Han Yu and secretly sized up the young man opposite her.
Han Yu asked, "What are you looking at, Master Lanting?"
Jiang Pengji said, "I've heard that time is like a knife, and every knife makes one grow old. But God is partial to Wenbin, and it doesn't seem to be applicable to you. I still remember the first time I saw Wenbin on the bank of Yishui River. He was as beautiful as a painting, and he was stunning. "
Han Yu was indeed stunning when he was young. Many people in the audience still had postcards with high-definition screenshots of that time.
He was a tall young man in a blue scholar's robe. His skin was as delicate as flawless porcelain. He had bright eyes, red lips, white teeth, and a natural smile.
It seemed that no amount of words could describe how good he was.
Han Yu's expression didn't change. He smiled faintly and said, "I think it's more appropriate to say that to Zixiao."
If Jiang Pengji was a man, those words would be at most a little gay.
The relationship between a lord and her subjects had always been very close, but it was also very pure. There were many lords who wrote love letters to their subjects in history.
But Jiang Pengji was a woman, so her words seemed a little ambiguous.
"I'm just lamenting how fast time flies and how fate plays tricks on people. I have no intention of disrespecting you." Jiang Pengji waved her hand and explained. She didn't want the grape trellis in the backyard to collapse. "You at that time couldn't have imagined the situation today …"
Han Yu frowned and asked, "'Me at that time'? What about Lord Lanting? Did you foresee that? "
"Of course I did. I, Liu Xi, am not a person who is willing to live in peace." Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Don't you think that Dongqing was so rotten that it was suffocating? Rotten things should be dug out early so that new flesh can grow. Leaving the rotten flesh without treatment will only make the wound covered with luxurious brocade, which will only make the flesh inside rot deeper and more serious. I would rather die a heroic death than die a nameless death. "
She had the genes to cause trouble in her veins.
"Rotten?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "Where?"
Han Yu had analyzed Jiang Pengji many times, but he didn't give a detailed analysis. Only now that he was in close contact with her, he realized that the real Jiang Pengji was very different from the person he had imagined. The other lords would try to cover up their shame no matter how unbearable they were. But Jiang Pengji was straightforward and not afraid of slander. Was she not scheming at all or was she too open?
Now it seemed that it was the latter.
Merits and demerits would be judged by later generations.
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