After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

The soldiers guarding the prefecture saw that the newcomers were aggressive and seemed to be escorting someone behind them. They were about to speak when they saw the man in front of them showing a yellow token and saying in a stern tone: "The emperor is here in person, why don't you get out of the way!"

The two officers and soldiers were both stunned. Before they could react, their instinctive reaction was faster than anything else and they quickly moved to the side.

No one blocked their way, and the group entered the prefectural government smoothly. The two soldiers guarding the place then saw clearly that the person following them was the usually lawless Second Young Master!

They looked at each other and couldn't help feeling sad, their minds filled with the thought that it was all over.

……

Zhong Ruliang had just taken a sip of wine, but before he could swallow it, he heard some noise coming from outside. He wondered, "What happened?"

The servant nearby was about to go out to find out what was going on when the door was kicked open from the outside. Several tightly tied people were thrown in with a bang, scaring the singing girl who was playing the pipa into running away.

Zhong Ruliang was also startled. He looked carefully and found that one of them was actually his second son. He was furious and said, "Who dares to trespass into the prefectural government?!"

Being dragged and tied up all the way here, Young Master Zhong felt completely humiliated, but because of the pain, he finally came to his senses. When he heard his father talking like that, he was so frightened that he sobbed and glared at him.

Unfortunately, the father and son were not so in tune with each other. Zhong Ruliang could not understand the hints his son gave him. He just thought that he was being bullied and was complaining to him about his grievances. He was immediately furious. When he wanted to speak, he heard a cold voice -

"Yes, Master Zhong, do you have anything to say to me?"

I? What the hell?

After all, they are father and son, and Zhong Ruliang’s first thought was similar to Zhong Ershao’s.

Immediately, a chill rose from the spine, densely packed together, and soon spread throughout the body, causing his thinking to slow down a bit. The hand holding the wine glass lost its balance, and it fell to the ground with a clang. The fear in his eyes was about to overflow.

Emperor! Isn't the emperor in the capital? When did he come to Mingzhou? Why didn't anyone report it?

The singing girls had already shrunk to the side, squatting at the foot of the wall trembling. Zhou Ting stepped forward to clear the way. His guards had no intention of making things difficult for the girls, they just stopped them temporarily and did not let them go out.

Xie Lang came in at this time. He glanced around with a cold look in his eyes. He looked at Zhong Ruliang and sneered in an ambiguous way: "It seems that Master Zhong is doing well."

Zhong Ruliang's face twitched and he couldn't say anything for a moment.

He was sent from the capital by Ning Hechu. Before leaving, he met the little emperor who had not yet grown up, and the young number one scholar. Now, several years have passed, and although they are standing in front of him wearing only simple clothes, they will never be mistaken.

These are indeed the two people from Beijing.

"No wonder I raised such a reckless son who even dared to insult my teacher."

The young emperor's voice was indifferent and his emotions were cold.

A drop of cold sweat ran down Zhong Ruliang's forehead, and he dared not look around: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! My son... my son just didn't know about it. He didn't mean to offend me. If you want to beat him or punish him, he deserves it! I will never protect him!"

"He really deserves it." Wen Hemian interrupted, his voice equally cold, "But there is one thing that Master Zhong is wrong about."

"Just because he didn't know, can he attribute all his faults to his ignorance? Today it's me, but tomorrow I don't know who will be my good family. Just because I'm not as powerful as you, should I be bullied for nothing?"

Wen Hemian hit the nail on the head. His powerful questioning carried a sense of intimidation without even getting angry, and he didn't look weak at all next to the little emperor.

Seeing the second young master Zhong's expression, he guessed that his family all thought so, but who would dare to really say it in front of the emperor? Zhong Ruliang's lips trembled: "No, it's not."

Zhong Ruliang could only rely on the fact that the emperor was far away and acted like a local emperor. When Xie Lang really came, he still didn't dare to act presumptuously. He immediately fell off the chair, his fat belly trembled twice, and he looked a little funny. In the end, he could only say: "Your Majesty, please forgive me."

"Don't think about delaying the time."

Xie Lang interrupted his fantasy: "Since I came here, I have made all the preparations. Let's talk about how to deal with it today."

There was a reason for mobilizing Zhou Ting, but they were just guards, and not many people could be mobilized. Xie Lang had been training his men secretly a few years ago, and this time the timing was just right, so he pulled out a group of people from Feihong Camp. When they arrived in Mingzhou, these people had already quietly sneaked into the city, keeping an eye on every place to prevent anyone from reporting the news.

It's not easy to get out. Xie Lang has the idea of ​​cutting off Ning Hechu's path. It's impossible for him to make any mistakes in this matter. If he wants to pass the news to the outside, he should give up this idea.

Knowing that disaster was imminent, Zhong Ruliang finally gave up the idea of ​​struggling and was tied up by Zhou Ting like a dead dog. As for the group of singing girls, they were dismissed, and the entire prefectural government was taken over by the people they brought in the shortest time.

There was a prison with prisoners over here. Xie Lang gave Zhou Ting a few instructions, and Zhou Ting's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the Second Young Master Zhong.

You say this guy is just unlucky. Why did he have to offend Lord Wen when he could offend anyone else?

To offend Lord Wen is like offending an iron wall. She doesn't care about it, but someone else will help her to care about it.

They came suddenly and no one expected it, so there was naturally no time to make any moves. They sent people to search the place and found a lot of Yin-Yang account books, which were completely different from those sent to the capital.

"That's unreasonable!"

Xie Lang's face was gloomy. He became angry when he thought about how he had been fooled for so many years and how much money had flowed into the pockets of Zhong Ruliang and Ning Hechu.

Wen Hemian took a look and was also shocked. He sighed that they had made the right decision to come here. It was indeed not unreasonable that so many officials in the original book were implicated.

She had lived two lives, and her personality was much calmer than Xie Lang's. Seeing this, she did not waver much, and said, "Right now, we can take advantage of Ning Hechu's ignorance and intercept him. By the time he reacts, it will be too late."

Communication was inconvenient in ancient times, which had both advantages and disadvantages. At least no matter what, Ning Hechu would not know what happened here so quickly.

Xie Lang seemed to be thinking: "Black eating black?"

Wen Hemian said righteously: "This is called legitimate income."

After all, the money they embezzled was supposed to flow into the national treasury. Isn't it natural to do so? How can they compare themselves to bad people?

Xie Lang was ashamed: "I made a mistake."

I forgot, if anyone is to be blackened, it would be only him, the Taifu definitely cannot be blackened.

Next time, you must be careful when speaking in front of the Grand Tutor and not reveal your true nature.

Xie Lang made the decision happily.