Shipin Dalizheng

Feng Yingying was trembling all over, not understanding what Rong Tang was talking about. Rong Tang was too lazy to explain at this moment, so he said to Wu Ji, "Let's go."

Seeing that Feng Liu, who was also a daughter of the Feng family, not only had a respectable identity but also had nobles of varying status to help her, Feng Yingying was furious. However, things were different now. The Feng family's wealth was gone forever, and she no longer had the confidence to compare with them, so she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Seeing that the evil spirit had left, Zhang also slipped over the wall and followed him out. Ji, who had come to her senses, said, "Zhang, don't go. I want to see if you have hidden anything."

Of course Zhang had hidden it. She had hidden some of it in the old house based on the principle of keeping things hidden under the lamp. Now she was about to take it back to use, but unexpectedly Feng Liu found out.

She was so panicked that she didn't even have time to think about how Feng Liu knew about it. She ran away, and Ji was chasing closely behind her. The two of them entered the second house's original courtyard one after the other. After a fight, they agreed to take half each.

then……

Zhang looked at the empty bed and secret compartment, slapping her butt and crying loudly, "Who the hell stole my jewelry and silver?"

On the way back, Rong Tang and Wu Ji walked, and Rong Tang asked Wu Ji, "Do you still want to continue with this identity? This is not a very good identity. There are too many entanglements and too many burdens. You should be free and not be dragged down."

Wu Ji paused for a moment, "You no longer need this identity?"

"No need." Rong Tang shook his head slightly. "Living as Feng Liu is too tiring and too restrictive. From now on, I'm just Rong Tang."

"Then let me live with this identity. Don't worry, this identity won't drag me down."

Rong Tang vaguely understood what she meant. While some things were difficult to articulate, one thing was certain: Wu Ji was inextricably linked to the Feng family. If Wu Ji was also Xie's child, then she, he, and the real Rong Tang would be triplets. But why did Master Yuan Jing insist they were twins?

It’s such a mess. I guess I have to go to the Jokhang Temple when I have time.

"I brought a lot of your people from the north. Take them back if you need them."

Wu Ji sighed, "I've only been in the industry for less than a year. People in the North usually only recognize the ring and not the person. You should keep it for now."

They hurried back to their respective homes. Before entering, Aunt Gui ran over and asked, "Lord Annan, is my son okay?"

Rong Tang found it funny. This Mrs. Gui was really confused when she was confused, and really smart when she was smart. However, the relationship between them as mother and son moved him.

"Rong Zhan."

Before Rong Zhan came, he brought a letter with copper coins. He gave it to Mrs. Gui now. Mrs. Gui had tears in her eyes and asked Butler Lu to read it to her without mentioning it.

Nothing happened that night. At dawn, I heard the servants say that a censor's mansion had been robbed. After asking carefully, I found out that it was the home of the original owner's uncle, Censor Xie.

Rong Tang has never had any feelings towards his uncle. He doesn't seem to be a bad person, and he has never hurt the original owner. But it is also a fact that he did not come forward to protect the original owner when the Feng family was suffering. Thinking about what he is going to do today, he feels that some fate should be severed cleanly, without any loss or debt, and the cause and effect are resolved.

After receiving 10,000 taels of silver and 200 kilograms of rice, he felt that he had done his best for the Xie family.

Steward Lu was very surprised to receive the order to deliver something, but since his master had given the order, he just obeyed and took a team to go. In less than half an hour, he returned and brought Censor Xie to express his gratitude.

Last night, Censor Xie's family was ransacked by masked thieves, leaving them heartbroken and weeping. Butler Lu's gift of banknotes and food was like timely rain, saving their lives. At this critical juncture, money was one thing, but food was life itself.

After expressing his gratitude, Censor Xie looked up at Earl Annan. It was not like he had never seen him before. At that time, people said that he looked a bit like Marquis Feng. Now seeing him in person, he felt a sense of familiarity. It was hard to put into words, but it seemed like an old acquaintance from many years ago.

To avoid being abrupt, he held back and pulled out several banknotes from his sleeve. "Mr. Annan, thank you for your kindness. We will keep the grain. We don't need so many banknotes. One thousand taels will be enough."

He pushed over nine thousand taels, thinking of the agreement he had made with his cousin, and gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master, my distant relatives will come to pick us up in a while. If you don't mind, you can go with us."

Rong Tang smiled, "Leave? Where to?"

Xie Yushi's expression changed. "Forgive me for not saying much. Anyway, I will send someone to inform you when the time comes."

Rong Tang certainly knew where they were going. Not only the Xie family, but the Zheng family and the Cui family would also send people over soon. What he had to do was to get the imperial seal before the army crossed the river and ensure that the number of civilian deaths was minimized.

Before noon, Rong Tang had a cart of rice pushed into the relief office in the name of donating grain, and he also asked to go out of the city to take a look.

Xutou could still agree to this request, so he asked him to take a few people out of the city. As soon as they left, they turned a corner, galloped on horseback, and rushed along the city wall all the way to the east gate, where the original owner remembered Xie Shi was buried.

The people outside the city gradually gathered together, and when they rushed to the vicinity of Xie's grave, there were already forty or fifty people.

After searching for a long time, I finally found a wooden tablet standing on a desolate little grave with the words "Fengmen Xie Family" engraved on it.

After lighting incense, placing tributes, and kowtowing, Rong Tang was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes and said, "Dig."

Rong Zhan and his companions took out the prepared tools and started digging. After several shifts of work, they finally dug out a dilapidated coffin.

Rong Tang's heart tightened. There were many mysteries and questions in his mind. As long as he opened the coffin lid, he would have the answers. At this moment, he suddenly hesitated.

What if he guessed right? How would he cope with the situation?

Rong Zhan saw him stunned and called out, "Master, if you're not sure, bury it again. Many things don't necessarily have to have a single outcome."

His words actually woke Rong Tang up. Yes, what was he afraid of? The world was collapsing, and he had already come this far. What else could affect him?

Looking at the Buddhist beads on my wrist, I thought, "Grandpa Great-grandfather, you sent me into this world, and you are my only relative. Nothing can stop me from finding the truth."

He said firmly, "Open the coffin."

Just as Rong Zhan was about to smash open the coffin lid, a long sword flew towards him from a distance. Old Wen grabbed the sword with his hand, blocked it, and floated up, rushing towards the newcomer.

But then a girl in white clothes as white as snow was seen holding another sword and fighting with Lao Wen. The two figures in the woods were like ghosts, sometimes coming together and sometimes separating, and it was difficult to tell who was the better one.

Rong Zhan and others were shocked. They knew very well what kind of master Lao Wen was. It was almost difficult for several people to defeat him for more than a few rounds. How did this young girl practice martial arts that she could fight on equal terms with Wen Ruyu, a well-known martial arts master?

Old Wen tried more than ten moves but failed to take the man down. He was about to lose face, so he suddenly stood still and slapped out with a palm.

The girl in white seemed to realize the severity of the blow. She shifted her form several times, tumbling backwards, finally dissipating the fatal force. Old Wen was about to catch up and strike back, but Rong Tang shouted, "Senior Wen, please show some mercy."

Lao Wen stopped. He was not a murderous person, but he felt humiliated after being blocked by so many moves by a little girl. Since she retreated, it meant that she admitted defeat.

"You all stay away, I have something to say to her."

Everyone then realized that the little girl with extraordinary martial arts skills had an ordinary, even ugly face. At this moment, she stood sideways with a sword in her hand, and the aura she exuded was like that of the best master in the world.

Everyone left and Rong Tang sighed.