Da Ming: I told you to die for your cause, why are you actually going to die?

Chapter 55 With nothing to rely on, one can be fearless! [Seeking monthly votes]

Just as Zhang Biao was infuriating Old Zhu to the point of fainting, outside the official residence near Chengtian Gate.

Following the information he provided when he was arrested, Zhu Yuntang and his sister finally found his residence.

The old, dilapidated wooden door was ajar.

They pushed open the door, and a smell mixed with musty odor and cheap liquor hit them.

The scene inside the room stunned all three of them.

This was especially true for Zhu Yunwen.

He stood at the doorway, holding a pig's head, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at everything before him.

The house was completely bare!

The word seemed to take on a concrete shape, striking him hard in the depths of his eyes.

In the corner lay several well-worn bamboo scrolls and a few thread-bound books, the only things in the house that could be considered property.

A dilapidated wooden table was missing a corner and was propped up with bricks.

There were two benches, one of which had its legs reinforced with hemp rope.

The only bed was a straw mat in the corner, with only a patched-up coarse cloth quilt on it.

Is this the home of the kind older brother who gave him his first taste of "spicy, sour, and fragrant" pig's trotters and said "Don't underestimate a young man's potential"?
Zhu Yunwen's throat tightened, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He remembered Zhang Biao saying in the alley, "I, Zhang Biao! Orphaned at a young age, with nothing but bare walls! I have no choice but to succeed!" with that matter-of-fact, even slightly roguish air.

It turns out to be true.

He didn't exaggerate or try to gain sympathy; he simply stated a cold and cruel fact.

The immense shock caused Zhu Yunwen's heart to clench, a strong sour feeling rushed to his nose, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

It turns out that everything he had gone through was nothing to the kind-hearted man.

"call"

Zhu Mingyue also took a deep breath, looked around the humble room, her eyes filled with shock and an indescribable sigh.

She was born amidst splendor and grew up in the inner palace; she had never seen such a scene of utter poverty.

She subconsciously raised her hand, as if to dust off the broken table, but as soon as her fingertips touched the cold, rough surface, she quickly pulled her hand back, as if the poverty would burn her.

Even Zhu Mingyu, who had always thought Zhang Biao was eccentric and vulgar, could only mutter under her breath, "He really is a strange person."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Mingyue gently tugged at her sister's sleeve, her voice carrying an unusual heaviness:

“Mingyu, be careful what you say. This is not strange, but abject poverty, a life we ​​have never seen or even imagined.”

After saying this, she suddenly noticed that Zhu Yunwen seemed a little off, and asked with concern, "Yunwen, are you alright?"

"what?"

Zhu Yunwen snapped back to reality, blinked hard at her sore eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "No, it's nothing, I just didn't expect it."

He paused, as if trying to convince himself, and murmured, "That good brother of mine, he was telling the truth, every word he said was true. There was no other choice but success, so that's how it is."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Mingyu frowned slightly, then looked at the empty, humble room and felt a strange sense of unease welling up inside her.

Even his usual arrogance had largely dissipated, and he awkwardly added, "No wonder he speaks and acts recklessly, like a madman or a desperate fugitive. This wretched place really has nothing to offer."

Zhu Mingyue sighed softly, her gaze sweeping over the extremely simple books and table once more, a different meaning in her eyes.

"Perhaps it is precisely because we have nothing to rely on that we can be fearless. But the price is too high."

She didn't say anything more, but that sigh said it all.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.

"Hurry! Hurry! Brother Biao must be getting impatient!"

"Damn it, that almost scared the hell out of me! Stuffing that ledger in my mouth is no human job!"

"The Emperor really fainted? We've got our money's worth, right?!" "What do you think Brother Biao will say to us later?"

"I think Inspector Zhang will definitely think we performed very well, because we are heroes!"

"Yes! Heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river! We are heroes, as Zhang Qianxian said!"

This group of people were Shen Lang and his companions, who had been expelled from the Fengtian Hall.

However, as soon as they stepped into Zhang Biao's house, the first thing they saw was not Zhang Biao.

Inside the room stood three strangers, dressed simply but in materials that were clearly of high quality, their demeanor quite different from that of ordinary people. They were even carrying five large pig heads in their arms.

Everyone was stunned.

"Who are you? What brings you to Imperial Censor Zhang's house?"

Standing in front, Li Mo glanced at Zhu Mingyue and Zhu Mingyu, then at Zhu Yunwen, who was holding a pig's head and still had tears on his face. An extremely absurd yet logical thought popped into his head, and he blurted out, "Could it be the family of Imperial Censor Zhang?!"

"fart!"

Zhu Mingyu was already in a complicated mood, and the words "family members" from Li Mo triggered her anger.

Her eyebrows shot up, her almond-shaped eyes widened like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and her voice was crisp and sharp: "Who is his family?! Are your eyes on the back of your head?! We are..."

"Mingyu!"

Zhu Mingyue quickly whispered a rebuke to her sister for her unrestrained speech.

If my identity is exposed, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause.

Just as the atmosphere suddenly became tense, Zhu Mingyu's face turned red with anger, and Li Mo and the others looked bewildered and embarrassed, Shen Lang pushed through the crowd to the front, glanced at Zhu Yunwen and her brother, and then at the five big pig heads in their arms. He immediately understood and hurriedly said, "Misunderstanding! You've misunderstood, Brother Li!"

As he spoke, he gave Zhu Yunwen and her brother a friendly smile: "These three must be Brother Biao's friends."

He pointed to the pig's head in Zhu Yunwen's arms: "You've come to deliver something, haven't you?"

"Yes! It's about delivering things!"

Zhu Mingyu angrily retorted, glaring fiercely at Li Mo. Ignoring her sister's attempts to stop her, all she wanted now was to sever ties and leave this awful place.

"We're here to deliver these five pig heads to Zhang Biao!"

Zhu Mingyu's voice was urgent and rapid, carrying her unique fiery tone: "That Zhang Biao! He was arrested by the Embroidered Uniform Guard outside Chengtian Gate! Jiang Huan personally led the team! They said they were ordered to arrest him and bring him to the palace!"

boom--!
It was as if a thunderbolt had struck this dilapidated official residence.

The low-ranking officials in the capital, who had just been filled with a mixture of post-disaster excitement and confusion, suddenly lost all color in their faces.

Shen Lang's smile froze.

The ledger in Li Mo's hand fell to the ground with a 'thud'.

Sun Gui's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed.

Zhao Fengman opened his mouth wide, as if his neck had been choked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Arrested? Brother Biao was arrested by the Imperial Guards? Or was it Jiang Huan himself who arrested him? By imperial decree?!

How could this be?
How could this happen?!
A bone-chilling cold instantly gripped everyone.

The fleeting excitement brought on by the 'heroic feat' in the Fengtian Hall vanished instantly, leaving only extreme fear and deep concern for Zhang Biao's situation.

Zhu Mingyu looked at their instantly pale faces and terrified eyes, and her heart sank inexplicably.

But she hardened her heart and shouted Zhang Biao's last words verbatim, as if that would finally shake off that annoying guy:

"Before he left, he shouted: 'These five pig heads are for you! If he dies, you can eat and drink well tonight! Consider it a celebration for him!'"

Wow!
Upon hearing this, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Even the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the torn window paper could be clearly heard.

(End of this chapter)