Yang Fan could not be clearer about this group of ruffian born ruthless officials of the Imperial Censorate. These days, they have been living with their tails between their legs and did not have any arrogance to speak of. For them to suddenly act so arrogantly, they must have something to rely on. Then … what is it that they are relying on? Has something happened that he is unaware of?
The more Yang Fan thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He immediately said to Ah Nu: "Let's go faster. We must return to the Ministry of Justice immediately!"
Before he finished his sentence, Yang Fan had already galloped away. Ah Nu immediately chased after him.
Yang Fan galloped back to the Ministry of Justice. He threw the horse to Ah Nu and immediately rushed to the Ministry of Justice. Even if an official wanted to leave the capital, other than official documents, they must also have a travel permit. The travel permit is issued by the Ministry of Justice's Ministry of Justice. He wanted to find out the movements of the group of people of the Imperial Censorate when they left the capital.
When Yan Xiaojun saw that Yang Fan had arrived, he immediately welcomed him with a face full of smiles. He laughed and said: "Yang Langzhong, why are you here at this hour? Is there anything that I can help you with?"
Yan Xiaojun was a vengeful person. His nickname was' Sweet Potato '. The way that Yang Fan dealt with the Imperial Censorate was to his liking. In addition, the Ministry of Justice was the head of the Ministry of Justice's four departments. Yang Fan's authority was growing day by day. He was the most powerful person in the entire Ministry of Justice. He could not help but respect and be intimate with him.
Yang Fan hurriedly cupped his fists and said: "Brother Yan, there are many Imperial Censorates who left the capital in a hurry. I wonder where they are going and what official business they have. Does Brother Yan know?"
Yan Xiaojun winked at him. He lowered his voice and laughed: "Heh heh! I know that you are keeping an eye on them. I, Old Yan, admire Erlang's character very much. Don't worry, I've noted down their whereabouts and was about to send them to your Ministry of Justice! "
Yan Xiaojun led Yang Fan back to the desk and picked up a dossier. Casually flipping through it, she took out a slip of paper and passed it to Yang Fan. Sure enough, the whereabouts of the Imperial Censors were clearly written on it. Yang Fan hurriedly skimmed through it. The Imperial Censors' destinations were all over the place. Yunnan, Shu, Guizhou, Sichuan, Guangxi, and especially Lingnan Six Paths.
Yang Fan asked in amazement: "What happened that caused the Censorate to come out in full force?"
"I did not ask about that," Yan Xiaojun said, "They were urging me very urgently, but because I have the imperial edict in my hand, I did not want to obstruct them. He only heard that it was closely related to the Drifting People. Oh! By the way, you can go to Old Sun's place and have a look. His office is responsible for managing all the captives, slaves, and exiled officials and their families. I heard that the Imperial Censorate has just handed over a list of names to him and even took away a few lists from him. "
Hearing this, Yang Fan hastily expressed his gratitude to Yan Xiaojun and hurriedly left for the Imperial Censorate.
Imperial Censorate Sun Yuxuan's nickname was' Difficult to Write '. This man came from a scholarly background, and the law was not his forte. He had been an official for many years, but he did not make the slightest progress. He always had a bellyful of difficulties when handling official documents, and did not know how to write.
At this moment, there was a lot of documents on his desk, piled up into four piles, as high as a mountain. Imperial Censorate Sun was buried in the documents, one hand holding a pen, the other hand holding his forehead; he was frowning in distress. Yang Fan hurriedly rushed over, cupped his fists and said, "Sun Xiong, did someone from the Imperial Censorate come today? What did they come for? "
Sun Yuxuan looked up and saw Yang Fan had come. He quickly stood up and said, "Ah, Erlang is here. Sit, sit, sit! I have too much official business here. The Imperial Censorate did hand over an official document, but I have not had time to look at it … "
As Sun Yuxuan said this, he rummaged through the pile of documents, took out a document, and handed it to Yang Fan. He said, "Erlang, please take a look. This is the document. Did something happen?"
Yang Fan took the document handed over by the Imperial Censorate. After only a few glances, his face suddenly changed, and his hands involuntarily began to tremble. Sun Yuxuan worriedly said, "Erlang, what's wrong with you? Why do you look like you have a fever? Do you need to find a doctor … "
Yang Fan separated his hands, and the document shattered into pieces. Yang Fan heavily punched the table and shouted, "Wan Guojun, you deserve to die!"
With a loud bang, a sturdy pear-wood table was smashed into pieces by Yang Fan's fist. The table that was piled up like a mountain suddenly collapsed. Sun Yuxuan was so scared that he staggered back and stammered, "Erlang … Erlang, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Fan's face was red, and his breathing was rapid. Even his eyes were red, and his iron fists were clenched so tightly that they made cracking sounds. Sun Yuxuan was so frightened that he repeatedly retreated, and his heel tripped on the collapsed table. He fell on his butt, and was buried in the pile of documents. This friend's desk was really full of documents.
Sun Yuxuan hurriedly pushed the table away and poked his head out. He saw a few scribes rushing in after hearing the noise, and they were looking around curiously. But Yang Fan was long gone.
"Doctor …"
As soon as she returned to the Ministry of Justice, A 'Nu became a competent servant again, and her voice was a little rough. When she saw Yang Fan rushing out of the yamen, she immediately went to greet him.
Who would have thought that Yang Fan did not even pay attention to her, and rushed past her in a flash. Looking at his fiery appearance, he was like an angry bull, or more accurately, a crazy bull!
A 'Nu cried out in shock, "Doctor, what's wrong with you? Where are you going? "
Yang Fan hurriedly replied, "I'm going to the stables, you don't need to follow me!" Then he disappeared without a trace.
A 'Nu was not at ease, and rushed to the stables. She saw that the side door was wide open, and Yang Fan whipped the horse. The horse's four hooves flew, and in an instant, it disappeared out of the door.
A 'Nu stood there in a daze, and looked at the shaking door. She began to miss the mature Yang Fan who was talking and killing people on the streets of Luoyang, and who had the pearl of wisdom in his hands.
Sometimes, a woman's mind was really hard to guess.
Yang Fan whipped again and again, and the horse under his crotch was like an arrow released from a bow. Fortunately, this was within the boundaries of the Imperial City, and there were no commoners walking in this area, and there were also no peddlers in the shops and alleys. Otherwise, with his speed, even if it was on the five hundred feet wide Ding Ding Street, he would inevitably bump into people.
"Three hundred and seventeen people, one hundred and twenty-three men, one hundred and ninety-four women, twenty-nine elders over seventy years old, and ninety-two children under ten years old. Among them, there were two infants in swaddling clothes who had just been registered …"
Every number, every life, was like a needle, needle by needle, piercing Yang Fan's heart, riddling it with holes and dripping with blood.
The official document handed over by the Censorate was very simple. It only listed those people's age, name, place of origin, and identity, so that the Ministry of Justice could write these people off and put them on the death list. What was written in the official document was how these people incited the ignorant commoners of Lingnan to deliberately rebel, and how they used their status as members of Li Tang's imperial family to stir up trouble.
But it was precisely those simple and emotionless descriptions of the numbers that were covered up by their simple words that transformed into a haunting and tragic scene in Yang Fan's mind.
After he had avenged his family, he had thought that the scene that had become a nightmare in his heart since his childhood would never appear again. But now, he clearly saw it again.
He saw the village on fire, saw the mutilated corpses, heard the mournful cries of despair, and saw the heads flying into the air with hot blood in their veins …
When he saw the official document handed over by the Censorate, he understood why the Censorate, who had been pretending to be obedient dogs with their tails between their legs, were once again flaunting their strength. He also understood the true reason for the tragedy in Yushan County.
The Censorate had no way out and was driven to desperate action.
They did not hesitate to use such a method that if they failed, they would be consigned to eternal damnation, to create the illusion that there were traitors everywhere and that the throne of the Empress was not secure. Only in this way would the Empress feel their importance and protect them. Only then would she not allow the officials to suppress them, because they were still useful.
Yang Fan felt that this was his fault. If he had not pressured the Censorate too much, perhaps these cruel officials would not have carried out such a heartless massacre on the families of the already harmless refugees. He felt that this was also Li Zhaode's fault. If this arrogant and conceited Prime Minister had not been too headstrong and allowed these mad dogs to leave the capital, how could they have had the opportunity to inflict their sharp fangs on the defenseless and defenseless women, children, and the elderly?
All kinds of scenes rotated in his mind like a merry-go-round. A pair of sunken eyes, a hawk nose, a grim face, a pair of thin and cold lips opened and closed, causing two deep wrinkles to twist. A fierce and gloomy voice echoed in Yang Fan's ears. "Kill! Kill them all! Don't let a single one go! "
That face suddenly turned into Wan Guojun, then into Zhao Jiulong, then into Wang Deshou …
The Censorate came out in full force, separately rushing towards the Dian, Shu, Qian, Chuan, Gui, and Lingnan Six Paths. In other words, the souls of Yushan that had already been tortured had not yet dispersed, and there would be more people to suffer! The Censorate had released a group of man-eating demons!
Yang Fan whipped his horse as if it was flying, rushing towards Li Zhaode's house.
There was no court meeting today, and the officials were still working. However, because most of the Prime Ministers were old, other than the Prime Minister on duty, the other Prime Ministers could rest at home for a day like the Empress.
On the road ahead, a luxurious light carriage sped towards them. There were more than ten black-robed guards accompanying the carriage.
"Princess, it's Yang Langzhong!"
The coachman saw a flying horse from afar. He squinted his eyes and immediately called out.
With a 'shua' sound, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a naturally charming and beautiful face. It was Princess Taiping.
Princess Taiping looked into the distance and saw a person lying on the horse, his clothes fluttering in the wind, almost forming a straight line behind him. That ponytail was also flying in the air, and just like the clothes, it floated in a straight line behind him. His entire person formed a very powerful image that was moving forward.
The red mane of the purplish-red horse flew like fire, covering the rider's face. However, as the face got closer, it became clearer and clearer. It was indeed Yang Fan.
"Erlang is really angry. Fortunately, I came in time!"
Princess Taiping heaved a long sigh of relief and shouted in a stern voice, "Quickly stop Yang Fan for me!"
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