The Living Bodhisattva
Wen Panshi was asking everyone.
Jing Rong asked, "What?
Do you want this prince to kill all of you? " Do you want This King to kill all of you? "
Do you want this prince to kill all of you? "
"It's not impossible if you want my hands to be stained with blood, but Teacher Ji has pleaded for mercy on your behalf and repeatedly guaranteed it. This prince has also thought about it carefully. If I really kill all of you, your army of a hundred thousand will definitely rebel, and the gains will not make up for the losses. In that case, it's better to let all of you go. This prince can still owe you a favor and make a decision after the case is investigated."
Wen Panshi was a little surprised by Jing Rong's words, but he was also very grateful.
He was a general and had always respected people like Jing Rong.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly put his hands together and bowed.
"I will remember Prince Rong's kindness for the rest of my life. Please forgive me for what happened before. If we really become enemies in the future, I will not hurt you."
"This prince hopes … that day will not come."
Yes!
If that day really came and the two armies went to war, the only ones who would be harmed would be the common people.
Wen Panshi's face darkened and he didn't say anything.
That day, Jing Rong ordered everyone to be released. The prison, which had been like a stuffed dumpling, finally returned to its normal state.
It was the same for the yamen!
The yamen runners who were supposed to be 'mighty' continued to be 'mighty', those who were supposed to guard the door continued to guard the door, and those who were supposed to patrol the streets continued to patrol …
Everything returned to the original appearance of Yufu.
The people of Yufu didn't say a word, nor did they know a thing.
However, the Si and Wen families were still sealed. Wen Panshi temporarily dismissed his troops and took Madame Wen and Little Xiyue to live in the house that his son, Wen Xian, lived in.
They lived a happy and harmonious life.
The missing disaster relief funds were also found from the cave and moved back to the relay station. However, this time, Jing Rong's men guarded it day and night. No one could get close.
But —
What should they do with this money?
After Lang Po arranged the money, he hurriedly came to report to Jing Rong, "Your Highness, now that the disaster relief funds have been found, should we distribute them to the people? Or perhaps buy some supplies? "
After he was caught sneaking into the Si Family's secret chamber, Lang Po was indeed injured. His face was punched several times and it was still bruised. Fortunately, those people's goal was to lure Jing Rong, so they didn't kill him at that time. They only tied him up in the secret chamber. When Mo Ruo went to dismantle the explosives, he rescued him.
After coming out, he had been following up on the disaster relief funds.
Jing Rong listened to his report and frowned deeply. He pondered, "The recovery of the disaster relief funds must not be made public, but it's not appropriate to keep the money in the relay station. We can distribute the money to the commoners. When the time comes, the imperial court will definitely find out."
"Then what about the silver?"
What should I do?
Jing Rong was also worried.
He paced back and forth a few times, his brain working furiously, trying to come up with a good plan as soon as possible.
"Hey!" He looked up. "This prince has a good idea."
"What idea?"
"Take some people with you and wait until nightfall to secretly send the silver to those poor commoners. Remember, you must not leave any traces. When you move, you must be fast and not be seen by others."
Go door to door and deliver the silver!
This method could work!
Wouldn't that be doing a good deed without leaving one's name?
Lang Po praised, "Your Highness is indeed clever."
"Alright, hurry up and do it. The sooner the better."
"Yes." He was just about to leave when he said in a serious tone, "Your Highness, this subordinate has something else to say."
"Speak."
"Your Highness is here to investigate the case of the missing disaster relief funds. Now that you've clearly found it, you can't make it public or report it to the imperial court. If this case continues to be concealed, then Your Highness … will never be able to return to the capital."
Jing Rong's expression darkened.
After a long time …
"Since it's decided, I won't change my mind."
"Your Highness …" Lang Po tried to persuade him again.
"Alright, you don't have to say anymore. This prince will write a letter to the capital and report to Imperial Father that the case of the missing disaster relief funds cannot be solved."
Lang Po was speechless and could only sigh softly.
As long as his Highness reported the truth, the Emperor would order him to return to the capital. However, his Highness was determined to conceal the matter, so the road back to the capital would be very bumpy.
However, Jing Rong still believed that only by sacrificing the small for the big could one become a great talent.
That day, Jing Rong immediately wrote an official letter and sent it to the capital at top speed.
Lang Po also secretly led his men to go door to door and deliver the silver to the common people.
For a time, the people of Yufu County were talking about how an immortal had saved the common people and took pity on them, so he gave them the silver to save their lives.
Some people said that it was the God of Fortune who descended to the mortal world to give silver.
Some people said that it was a hero of the martial arts world who robbed the rich to help the poor.
Some people said that it was a gift from a rich family.
Some people said …
There were many different versions of the story.
In any case, it spread like wildfire in the taverns, teahouses, gambling dens, and brothels … everywhere.
The storyteller in the teahouse said it was even more amazing.
He opened his folding fan, grabbed a peanut by his hand, and threw it into his mouth.
It was said that a certain burly man woke up that night. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a ray of light shining in through the window. It was a dazzling ray of light. With a swoosh, a figure entered through the window. That person was dressed in a white robe and a pair of boots. His hair reached his waist, almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips, willowy eyebrows, and a sharp nose. His appearance was the epitome of charm. That person stretched out his hand and a ray of light shone from his fingertips. A shiny silver fell into the burly man's hand. He weighed it in his hand and it was obvious that it was a lot of silver. That was the living Bodhisattva who saved the people of Yufu. "
Clap clap clap!
The people listening to the story applauded.
Someone said, "I saw it too. It was indeed a female Bodhisattva."
"Yes, I saw it too. That night, I worked late and returned home. The moment I pushed the door open, I saw a shadow flash by, and there was a bag of silver on the table."
"That magical?"
"Isn't it? I think the heavens must have taken pity on us and sent silver to help us. "
Everyone nodded.
However, someone sighed and said, "What do you guys think happened to the missing disaster relief silver from the imperial court in previous years?"
"Who knows? Anyway, when it was sent to the yamen, it was filled with stones and not a single silver. In my opinion, there must be something fishy going on."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's head was hit by a folding fan.
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