That day, Imperial Censor Huang felt very sullen.
When he woke up in the morning, he was still very happy. After sharpening his' killing sword 'in the Peach Blossom Cave all night, he woke up feeling refreshed. He had planned to show off his might on the vagabonds in one go and recreate the scene of the peach blossoms from last night. He did not expect that when he chopped down with his sword, he would chop out a hotheaded youth who dared to challenge the Empress.
Fortunately, he had the imperial edict in his hands, so the crafty Luo Shudao did not dare to not yield. However, Zhang Jianzhi had just been kicked to the side when Yang Yuanfang, who was also carrying an imperial edict, jumped out. Huang Jingrong did not curse anymore and angrily returned to the Military Governor's Office. He had just boiled a pot of black tea in the afternoon and had not calmed down when the white-haired Zhang Jianzhi supported Yang Fan to find trouble with him.
When he first saw Yang Fan blindfolded, Huang Jingrong was very surprised. When he found out that Yang Fan had encountered an assassin, he immediately rejoiced in his misfortune. His only regret was that the assassin's knife was slightly crooked and did not really stab Yang Fan to death. However, when he saw Yang Fan's unlucky appearance, Huang Jingrong was still very happy.
Unfortunately, his happy mood did not last long. It was soon destroyed by Yang Fan and Zhang Jianzhi's incessant questioning, as well as Luo Shudao's bad performance as a fence-sitter.
Yang Fan had been in the Ministry of Justice for a long time and knew the judicial process like the back of his hand. Although his eyes were inconvenient, he did not need them at this moment. It was enough as long as his mouth could still speak.
Yang Fan questioned them one by one through the legal process, but Huang Jingrong simply enforced the law violently and hastily closed the case. He only wanted to have a perfect explanation to satisfy the Emperor. He never thought that someone would question his interrogation process. His interrogation process and closing the case were full of loopholes. He could not defend himself against Yang Fan's questioning.
Zhang Jianzhi had been a county magistrate for many years. Now that he was the provincial governor of a province, he was in charge of the administrative affairs of a province. He was not a layman when it came to justice. However, when Yang Fan questioned him on this aspect, he focused on how the refugees behaved themselves locally. He listed the number of refugees, especially the ratio of men, women, old and young, to prove how ridiculous it was to accuse them of rebelling.
Yang Fan and Zhang Jianzhi were overbearing, while Luo Shudao was, as usual, slacking off. Huang Jingrong was being bombarded by Yang Fan and Zhang Jianzhi's questions one after another. The most infuriating thing was that there was still a bystander watching him make a fool of himself. It was unknown if Censor Huang, who had such a psychological shadow, would still be in the mood for a threesome tonight.
In just one afternoon, Huang Jingrong was utterly defeated. Finally, with Zhang Jianzhi's proposal and Luo Shudao's abstention, Yang Fan's approval, they decided to release the Liu people back to their place of residence, only sending a small number of soldiers to guard the perimeter to prevent them from escaping and re-examining the evidence of their rebellion. Huang Jingrong was at her wit's end.
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The injury to Yang Fan's eyes was indeed not serious. His reaction was fast enough. The moment Liu Junfan threw out the lime, he had already closed his eyes. Doctor Wen then used vegetable oil to clean his eyes and applied medicine. By nightfall, the burning pain was greatly reduced.
Early the next morning, Doctor Wen rushed to the Provincial Governor's fu to check on his injuries and changed the medicine for him. Although Yang Fan's eyes were still red and swollen, he could already see with some difficulty. Yang Fan impatiently blindfolded his eyes so that he could not see anything. After obtaining Doctor Wen's approval, he removed the bandages. However, he still had to do his best to stay in a dark place to avoid strong light.
At this time, dozens of horses were parked in front of Chen Dayu's house. The head of the White Barbarians, Xunqi, was planning to return to Yao Province. During this trip to Wei Province, he had been extorted and extorted. This local despot of the White Barbarians felt that he had lost all face. Chen Dayu knew that this headman was not in a good mood and did not dare to ask him to stay.
Fumiji had already mounted his horse. Xun Er was still whispering to Xue Lian in a corner, "Little sister-in-law, I'll come see you in a few days. When you marry into my family next spring, the two of us will be together every day. At that time, I'll take you to sing folk songs and see the Erhai Lake … "
The Fumiji headman impatiently urged, "Alright, alright, it's time to go. You girl, you talk too much!"
Xun Er stuck out her tongue at Xue Lian and said, "Then I'll go!"
The horse bell rang and the Fumiji headman's group gradually disappeared from the alley. Chen Dahai looked at their distant figures and sighed softly. He said to his wife, "I plan to take care of the business here. In the future, we should move to Yao Province. It'll be closer to the Fumiji headman and we'll be able to take care of each other."
"En! I also feel that there's nothing to miss in Wei Province. Most of our family's business can be done in Yao Province. Furthermore, with the headman's care, we can do even better. We can just sell off the stalls on the street of the fish market. We only have one daughter. If we move there, we'll be able to see her often … "
The couple discussed among themselves as they returned to the courtyard.
In the Martial Manor, Huang Jingrong instructed his two new concubines with a dark expression, "Hurry up and pack your things. We're leaving!"
Seeing his dark expression, the two ladies didn't dare to say anything and hurriedly returned to the inner chamber to pack their belongings.
Placing his hands behind his back, Huang Jingrong paced back and forth in the hall. The more he thought about it, the more hatred he felt. He couldn't help but curse, "This is truly an unlucky year. There are so many people leaving the capital, but why do I have to be targeted by this plague doctor? Hmph! I can't afford to offend you, but can't I just hide from you? If you have the guts, follow me to Jiannan! "
Huang Jingrong was gleeful at the thought, and he laughed savagely, "I'll be wasting my time with you then. As long as you keep your eyes on me, my colleagues in the imperial censorate will be able to achieve their goals elsewhere. At that time, my imperial censorate will make a comeback and regain His Majesty's trust. Then, we'll slowly deal with an ignorant brat like you!"
Old Huang really couldn't stay in Wei Province any longer.
The news that there was another imperial envoy in Wei province and that he was not on good terms with the previous one, the common people did not know about it but the officials and the chieftains knew it very well. As a result, Huang Jingrong's front door was deserted and there were few carriages and horses. Everyone was watching the situation, waiting for the two imperial envoys to decide who was better.
In truth, Huang Jingrong was already at a disadvantage in the first round. If this was the capital or the territory controlled by the imperial censorate, he could still make use of torture and fabricate evidence of treason. However, this was Wei Province, and the only thing he could rely on was the imperial edict. With the arrival of Yang Fan, his only advantage was gone.
Since he couldn't kill him, he couldn't accept his gifts, and his dream of gathering the beauties of the southwest had been shattered, what was the point of him remaining here? Thus, Huang Jingrong decisively decided to leave. He knew that Yang Fan's target wasn't just him, but the entire imperial censorate. If Yang Fan kept his eyes on him, he would drag Yang Fan to patrol the entire Jiannan Province, and the final victor would still be the imperial censorate.
Now that his prestige in Wei Province had been completely swept away, he didn't want to stay a moment longer. His next destination was Yao Province. Yang Fan's eye injury had yet to recover, and it was unlikely that he would be able to catch up in a short period of time. The earlier he got there, the more exiled people in Yao Province.
Thinking of how an imperial envoy was forced into such a pathetic state, Huang Jingrong's hatred deepened, and he couldn't help but curse: "Blocking one's path to riches is akin to killing one's parents! Yang Fan, I hope that your eyes will go blind from now on! "
At this moment, Yang Fan was taking a stroll in the rear garden of the Provincial Governor's Mansion. The trees here were lush and the light was gentle, which was perfect for his current state. His eyes were still a little swollen, but it didn't affect his movements anymore. Thinking about it, Yang Fan couldn't help but shudder in fear. If he were to really go blind … Just the thought of it sent shivers down his spine.
There was no lack of bizarre deaths in this world. Jin Jinggong drowned in the toilet, the Roman Consul Fabius choked to death on a strand of goat's wool, and the Greek tragedy writer Sophocles was even more tragic. He was crushed to death by a tortoise thrown by an eagle in the sky …
Even an expert in martial arts could fall into the schemes of others when he was caught off guard. Even though Yang Fan had become an official, he still maintained the habits of a pugilistic man. He liked to do things alone, and at this moment, he was truly a little fearful. He had his woman, and his child that was about to be born.
Thinking of his child, Yang Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart. It was as though his entire body was bathed in sunlight, and his entire body felt warm. When he gently stroked his wife's tightly stretched belly and felt the little life in her belly, the excitement he felt was indescribable.
When he learned that the Censorate respected themselves by killing women and children, he came without hesitation, despite all the difficulties, and even though he knew that it was against the will of the Emperor. Among these reasons, the thought of becoming an official was only one-tenth of his motivation. Due to the similar experience in his childhood, three-tenths was due to sympathy, and the majority of it was because he was about to become a father.
When he was about to have a little life that would continue his bloodline, he finally understood what it was like. When he heard that the group of cruel officials in the Imperial Censorate would not even let a baby go, he was really angry. He could not imagine that those cruel officials also had wives and children, how could they be so cold-blooded as to raise the butcher's knife.
A worm was wriggling under his feet, trying to crawl across the small path. Yang Fan lifted his leg and stepped over it. Feeling the warm and gentle sunlight, breathing in the fresh air of the forest, and thinking of his unborn child, Yang Fan's heart inexplicably softened. At this moment, he was as compassionate as a Buddha.
At this time, the sound of a conversation came from ahead. Yang Fan didn't pay it much attention at first, but when the name "Sima Buyi" reached his ears, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
"That Sima Buyi is really bold to dare assassinate the imperial envoy."
"Hai! He was just unlucky. If he had known the identity of the imperial envoy, he wouldn't have done it. "
"Still haven't caught him?"
"Of course not. If they wanted to, they could definitely catch him. The problem is, will those people seriously try to catch him? You know what he does. You said he brings jewels and robes, hidden knives, bear gall, and musk from Tibet. Who can afford these things? And who provides porcelain and silk for him to sell to Tibet? The local rich and powerful families need him, so they won't really catch him. "
"That can't be. I heard from Constable Bai that Sima Buyi was originally hiding in Chen's Fish Stall on Fish Market Street. When they received the news and went to catch him, he slipped away."
"Forget it, that's all a bluff. Do you really believe it? Not to mention that they don't know how to catch him, if Ah Lang wanted to catch him, they could rush over to report before the troops even left the residence. Even if they really caught him, he would be secretly released by those people. Our Ah Lang is an outsider, so he's at their mercy.
Right now, that Sima Buyi is still hiding there. Will anyone catch him? When I went to buy vegetables this morning, I heard from the people in the market that Sima Buyi has already spread the word that the imperial envoy is a person of the imperial court. He can't touch him, but he will definitely use the heads of the entire family of the child who spoiled his plans as a sacrifice to the souls of his brothers. "
Yang Fan stood behind a tree and quietly listened to the conversation between the two family members of the Provincial Governor's Estate. A trace of murderous intent gradually appeared in his eyes.
A gust of wind blew, causing the branches and leaves to sway. A green insect used its countless legs to firmly cling onto the leaves and was currently sucking the sap. Yang Fan flicked his finger, and the green insect fell to the ground. Its body was curled up, but before it could flip over, a large foot stepped on it and crushed it.
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