The young man who was called the young master was not old, but he spoke calmly and had extraordinary wisdom. The two adult rash men, Yang Yan and Chiba, were convinced by their hearts. Bi                                         

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The young man analyzed: "This move by the court has indeed led us out of the cave, but it was not the original intention.

The Yi marching in Muzhou has a good reputation, and it will be beneficial to the world when he goes out, let alone openly plotting rebellion. Everyone also knows that the Yi marching in this way is not the way he does things.

And now that Fu and Taiwei are restraining each other, the little emperor has no real power, they will not break the balance and create civil unrest at this time.

But the court regarded all rebels as a rebel, and the Yi marching army was in full swing recently, so they would naturally think of us and think of this matter as the Yi marching army taking the initiative to provoke----"

"So they mistakenly thought that we were going to start a war and wanted to threaten our brothers' lives to let us stop?" Chiba was shocked and then cursed angrily: "These brainless grandsons, who only practice righteous things in righteousness, do they take the right seat, wouldn't they recognize their unkind and unrighteous actions?"

Yang Yan grasped the key point and became more confused: "In this way, some people do bad things in the name of a marching marches? Could it be that other rebels want to deepen the conflicts between us and the court?"

The young man smiled slightly: "This is also a possibility, but in my opinion, the court is just a temptation. They are waiting for us to take action on the day of the beheading. We are also guessing their plans;

In fact, both sides are innocent. The real person behind the scenes is afraid that they are watching our jokes and waiting for the marches of the ritual army to have a duel with the court."

Chiba finally turned around and said in surprise: "Then wait for us to lose both sides to reap the benefits of the fisherman? What a sinister guy, who can't get along with the Yi army and the imperial court. Young master, his subordinates thought it must be other rebels. Could it be the Qingtou Army? We have stolen their limelight recently, and we must be jealous of them."

The young man pondered for a moment before he said in a deep voice: "So people cannot be saved. If they are saved, they will have a conflict with the court, which is just right for the people."

Both Yang Yan and Chiba looked cold, and they lowered their heads slightly and stared at their feet. It was neither to save nor not to save them. Do they want their brothers to die in the scheming of others inexplicably?

The young man also knew the concerns of the two and explained: "As long as we don't move, we can't lead the marches of the righteous, and it will be useful to keep them. The court will not really take their lives-----it's just a bit of pain."

Yang Yan and Chiba both looked heavy. Yang Yan thought for a long time before speaking: "Young master, why not take this opportunity to rescue the brothers."

"Save, of course, we need to save it, but after this matter is calmed down, the court will be distracted from dealing with it when the people behind the scenes surface. This is the time for us to save people."

Yang Yan and Chiba were relieved and patiently waited for the arrival of the day of the questioning.

And it was not just the two of them who were waiting for this beheading. Yao Si knew that he was involved in innocent people and was worried all day long, fearing that one day the official sent a visit. Xin Xiran asked her out several times but failed.

As for the people in Beijing, what else is more exciting than watching the fun? They are naturally extremely excited.

As everyone was looking forward to it, the day of the beheading finally came. Before the prisoner arrived at the guillotine, the audience was already surrounded by water. Yao Si and Chu Meng were pushed by the crowd and could not stand steadily. Xin Xiran, who was standing by, complained even more dissatisfiedly.

Yao Si avoided him for a few days. Finally, he agreed today, but he wanted to come to behead him. What's so good about this? Isn't it scary?

"Sister Yao, don't watch it if you behead your head later. Be careful of having nightmares at night." He advised, pushing the person beside him away.

Of course, Yao Si was not here to come to behead her head. She was just waiting for the result. However, after noon, the executioner Mu Bai threw down the fire sign order. The executioner raised his sword and fell down. More than ten heads fell down the guillotine. The crowd screamed, and she felt cold.

The marching of the righteous army did not come forward, which was like a silent declaration, and the storm of writing had nothing to do with them. Next, the court would inevitably investigate the poets on a large scale. Once it was found on her, she would definitely die without power.

Yao Si returned to Zhigezhai in a daze, and Xin Xiran couldn't help but blame her: "I told you not to ignore you, you're scared. Let me ask you to send some peaceful incense. If you are really scared, you'd just think that you don't owe them, but you won't come to you for your life."

He had to come to me for life, but Yao Si smiled reluctantly. After watching the scene, he couldn't eat anymore. The other two didn't advise her, thinking she was frightened, so she let her go into the house and close the door.

Yao Si was lying on the table, her thoughts were turning rapidly. She had to think of a way to think about the worst. If she was really caught, she would have to get out of it.

But as soon as Mu Bai left the prison platform, he hurried to Qiu's mansion. He was led by a gray-clothed servant through several corridors. He met Qiu Ji on the way. Mu Bai bowed respectfully and said hello: "Young Master Qiu-----"

Qiu Ji nodded and was about to leave, suddenly remembered something and asked, "Jing Zhaoyin went to see his father so anxiously. Could it be that the traitor was robbed?"

Mu Bai smiled: "Although the officers in Jingzhao Mansion are not as good as those in the military guards, they are determined to fight to the death when facing evil people. If they really encounter prisoners with a rebellious party, they will not succeed."

Qiu Ji bowed, nodded, Mu Bai bowed again, and hurriedly left with the servant.

Wei Zha looked at Mu Bai's departure back and whispered: "Young Master, are you going to be small-----"

"No, there is nothing to use." Qiu Ji glanced coldly and continued to walk towards the door.

Wei Zha wanted to speak but stopped. When he left the mansion, the voice became louder, "Young Master, you asked the young man to check the poet before, and there was a whereabouts."

Qiu Ji kept keeping his feet, and he said huh and signaled him to continue.

Wei Zha looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before he said inconscientiously: "I took a lot of effort to find a beggar. Although the beggar could not read, he had heard someone read it for him. The person who recited the poem was also an old man. The beggar said that he came from Xiaxiang County."

Qiu Ji paused under his feet, his eyes flashed slightly, "Have you found someone?"

Wei Zha shook his head and continued, "No, but there is a clue. The young man asked someone to go to Xiaxiang County Government. But in addition to the missed exams, there was another person who had no exam papers--it was Miss Yao."

He glanced at Qiu Ji, lowered his head and said nothing. What did he mean that he did not dare to make arbitrary statements, but he thought about the current text storm, and he was not afraid of ten thousand, but he was afraid of one.

Qiu Ji's eyes darkened, he stared at the front for a while before he said lightly: "How do people deal with it?"

Wei Zha quickly promised: "The old beggar young has been sent out of the city, and is already thousands of miles away."

Qiu Ji nodded and took another step.

Mu Bai came to Qiu Wanao, told the story over and waited for Qiu Wanao to say something.

After thinking carefully, Qiu Wanao gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "This matter has nothing to do with the marching of righteousness. If you strengthen the search, you must find this poet who writes the poem. It is not a pity to dare to incite the people's hearts. It is not a pity to kill his three tribes."

Mubai took the order and retreated.

In front of the guillotine, the head that was cut off was picked up by the officer and threw it into the mass grave with the corpse. Yang Yan and Chiba followed along. They dared not come forward to check it out until the officer left, but after seeing the strange faces, the two of them finally let go of their hearts.

"The young master is right, brothers are still alive." Chiba said happily.
Chapter completed!