Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

The county government office was brightly lit.

Lord Shen and Captain Zhang interrogated the people from the pharmacy who were captured overnight.

"Sir, they are not very stubborn. They confessed before even a few torture instruments were used."

Shen Zhui sat at the table, staring at the teapot in front of him, thinking about something.

No, my son’s classmate came over and saw that his sister was not in there.

That means these people have different ways to hide these girls.

Where will it be?

"Father!"

Lord Shen looked up at his son and asked sternly, "Why are you here? Is this where you should be?"

Captain Zhang said awkwardly, "Sir, I brought the young master in."

"Father, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just seemed to hear a very familiar voice, so I came in to confirm it."

"A familiar voice?" Lord Shen was a little confused.

There are criminals everywhere here, there is no one he is familiar with.

Shen Qinghuan looked left and right curiously.

The dark and damp cell was filled with a foul smell, with peeling walls and an uneven floor.

Faint light filtered in through the small, high windows, illuminating bits of dust and cobwebs.

The prisoners were huddled together, their faces haggard and their eyes empty and helpless.

They were wearing ragged prison uniforms and smelled bad.

There was total silence in the cell, with only the occasional cough or sigh breaking the deathly silence.

The iron door was covered with rust and the lock looked indestructible.

There is a small window next to the cell door, through which you can see the guards patrolling outside.

In the corners were crude beds with thin straw mattresses that were already in tatters.

The prisoners can only rely on these to rest, but you can imagine the quality of their sleep.

Some people toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Others sat in silence, contemplating their fate.

The whole cell gave people a feeling of depression and despair, as if this was hell on earth. There was no hope, no freedom, only endless pain and torture.

The prisoners didn't care when they saw someone coming, as if they didn't see it at all.

The further Shen Qinghuan walked in, the more breathless he felt.

We finally arrived at the place where the group of people from the pharmacy were being held.

The jailer opened the door and Shen Qinghuan went in and identified the people one by one.

The others were all crying out in pain because they had just been tortured.

One of them saw Shen Qinghuan coming in and hurriedly hid his face.

"Someone, come here, show me his face." Shen Qinghuan felt that this man was very suspicious. He saw him hiding his face as soon as he came in.

Several prison guards came in, carried the man to Shen Qinghuan, grabbed his hair and lifted his head up.

Revealed his face.

"Master Yang! Why is it you?"

This Master Yang was a teacher who taught the Analects of Confucius in the academy.

Master Yang is a relatively smooth teacher in the academy and has always been a popular teacher among students.

I often visit students' homes under the pretext of home visits.

Get along very well with students' families.

Right, that’s right!

Most of the families whose girls are missing have students studying in colleges.

Only a few cases were committed by people from pharmacies, who stole the children under the guise of begging for money.

Shen Qinghuan was angry in his heart and his face was full of rage. He grabbed the whip from the prison guard and whipped Master Yang hard!

He lashed out with whip after whip, venting the anger and disbelief in his heart.

"Ah! Qing Huan, please forgive me!"

"I said, I told you everything! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"

Shen Qinghuan seemed to be deaf and kept smoking.

When the jailer saw that the man was about to be beaten to death by the eldest son, he rushed forward and took the whip away.

"My Lord, the Lord said that we should keep the suspect alive. The real murderer has not been found yet."

Shen Qinghuan's scarlet eyes looked like they wanted to eat someone. He nodded, turned around and walked out of the cell.

It was not until he returned to his mother in the backyard of the county government office that the furious boy let go of his brutal aura.

The maid had already informed the county magistrate's wife, Mrs. Zhang, that the eldest son was coming.

Zhang hurriedly asked the maid beside her to prepare the cakes that her son liked.

Shen Qinghuan stumbled to his mother's side, knelt at her feet, hugged her legs and rested his head on them.

Zhang noticed that her son was not in a good state. She touched his head and asked softly, "What's wrong with Huan'er? Is there something bothering you? Tell your mother."

Shen Qinghuan raised her eyes, "Mother, that man is the most popular teacher in our academy. He is kind and amiable, and he patiently explains what the students don't understand."

"He never scolds students for asking childish questions. Students love him the most."

"But why, why is he such a person in private?"

"Taking advantage of the students' trust and love, he took the opportunity to trick the sisters away from home and imprisoned them."

"Return, return... return them..."

"He is our teacher, mother! He is a role model for us! He is a role model for us..."

Looking at the pain, confusion and disappointment in human nature in her son's eyes, Zhang gently stroked her son's face and wiped away the tears.

"Huan'er, remember, trust should not be given lightly. The ancients said that people's hearts are hidden in their stomachs, and there is some truth to that."

"You need a pair of discerning eyes to discern what kind of person he is, and you also need to discern right from wrong."

"If you are betrayed, don't be afraid to interact with others. There are thousands of people in the world, and there are always a few who are worth interacting with. The bad people you meet are also a test for you, so that you can learn to judge people."

"If you see it more often, you won't feel so bad."

“You can’t change other people’s character, so learn to discern them, choose the best, and you will eventually meet them.”

Zhang's words were like a pair of gentle hands, gently soothing the turbulent waves in Shen Qinghuan's heart.

"Mom, I want to eat almond cake."

"I've prepared it a long time ago. I knew you like it."

******

Qinghe Village.

There was a simple carriage parked in front of the Yan family's gate, and Shen Zhui was helped out of the carriage by a servant.

It just so happened that the door of the Yan family was open at this time.

Yan Zhaoran was just about to go out to the village chief's house when he saw a guest coming to the door.

She immediately turned around and went back to find her grandfather.

When Mr. Yan heard the news and rushed to the door, he saw that it was the county magistrate who had arrived. He was about to salute when he was supported by Shen Zhui.

"Uncle Yan, don't be so polite."

Hearing the county magistrate's address, Old Man Yan was shocked. Does he want to ask for something?

Old Master Yan smiled innocently, "You are the one who is being polite. How can you be worthy of calling me uncle?"

He hurriedly welcomed the county magistrate into the house.

Since the Yan family's status has been improved, they built a house in the yard to entertain guests.

At this time, hot tea was already prepared in the house.