After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Jiang Lian let go of him.

Dai Shudao over there also reacted, he carefully put the cooked porridge on the desk, and carefully backed out with his head down.

Jiang Lian sat in the chair next to him and went to see Yan Huaiyin for a drink of porridge: "The Nanyang Marquis Mansion has been confiscated."

The result was not what Yan Huaiyin expected, Yan Huaiyin did not stop drinking the porridge, and only asked, "Where is the Marquis of Nanyang?"

Jiang Lian spat out two words: "Ling Chi."

Yan Huaiyin raised her head after hearing this, "Ling Chi?"

This is not quite like Emperor Chengde's style. Nanyang Hou's mansion collapsed, and Nanyang Hou Potian's wealth went into the treasury. Even though Nanyang Hou raised private soldiers, there was no big disturbance after all.

Emperor Chengde was short-sighted and content with the status quo, even if he wanted to kill the Marquis of Nanyang and take away the wealth of the Marquis of Nanyang's mansion, it would at most be a matter of killing at the Meridian Gate.

Ling Chi was not only suffering from the people who were Ling Chi, but it was also a test for the executioners, not that Ling Chi could be Ling Chi.

Dajing was connected to Daqi and Daqi, but there was only one case record of Lingchi.

Jiang Lian looked at him, and said in a flat voice, "Yes, Ling Chi."

Originally it was Wen Zhan, but Jiang Lian took the time to go to the palace, and Wen Zhan was changed to Ling Chi.

He did not tell Yan Huaiyin about this.

"Except for Nanyang Hou Lingchi," Jiang Lian said softly, "the other masterminds in the case of Nanyang Hou were interrogated and executed, and Nanyang Hou's mansion was copied."

Jiang Lian lowered his eyes, and there was no emotion in his voice: "The execution will be two days later."

After that night, when Yan Huaiyin's injury healed a little and Jiang Lian came back to his senses, the Nanyang Marquis Mansion had no chance to stand up again.

Under the pressure of Jiang Lian and Liu Qingyun, Nanyang Hou Mansion was surrounded by Jin Yiwei despite the prince's intercession.

Nanyang Hou himself and Meng Jingxuan have already been imprisoned, and most of the remaining relatives of Nanyang Hou's mansion are still in the mansion. After the counting of Nanyang Hou's mansion is completed and Nanyang Hou asks to be executed, these relatives will be arranged by Dali Temple.

In addition to Mrs. Nanyang Hou, there are also a pair of direct children of Nanyang Hou.

Chen Ying, a 16-year-old Miss Hou Mansion, and her two-year-old younger brother.

Chen Ying didn't have a good time these two days.

Holding her younger brother in her arms, she stood haggardly in the lobby of the Hou Mansion, looking through the window lattice to see the busy Jin Yiwei in the mansion.

The doors of every house in the Hou Mansion were wide open, and there were tables, chairs and benches in the middle of the courtyard. Items from the rooms were moved out, and they were registered there, and then compiled into a thick register.

Black and white rice paper flutters in the wind, which is the home she has lived in for more than ten years.

After two days, the people in the mansion also entered the Dali Temple, and after more than ten years, not many people in Zhaohua City would remember the once-famous Nanyanghou Mansion.

The lobby was emptied first. Chen Ying looked at it for a while and felt a little tired. She pursed her lips and turned her head. In the lobby of Nuo Da, she couldn't find a stool for her to rest.

Chen Ying took a light breath, carried her younger brother to a corner in the east, and there was a straw mat in that corner, and Mrs. Zhu hugged her knees and sat there quietly.

Chen Ying hugged her brother and sat next to her, turned her head and called softly: "Mother."

This seemed to wake up Zhu Shi a little bit, she turned her head to look at Chen Ying.

Her little daughter was pale, but her hair was combed neatly, and her clothes were not messy.

In the face of adversity, she is calm and calm, much better than her mother.

Zhu's eyes suddenly turned red.

Chen Ying smiled, without a handkerchief, she wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhu's eyes with one hand, and comforted softly: "Mother, don't be afraid, no matter where you go, my daughter will accompany you."

Mrs. Zhu held her hand, as if she had made up her mind, she glanced into the distance.

The closest relatives of the Nanyang mansion are locked in the hall. Nanyang Hou's parents are dead, and he himself is not greedy in matters of men and women. Apart from his wife, Zhu Shi, there is only one aunt in the mansion.

This aunt was Zhu Shi's former dowry maid, she was supposed to be the most loyal, but the matter was so important, Zhu Shi couldn't believe her at this time.

Seeing her curled up in the corner and falling asleep, Zhu Shi whispered in Chen Ying's ear: "At this moment, take your younger brother and leave through the small gate in the backyard. Your cousin will wait for you there."

Chen Ying's eyes suddenly widened.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Zhu stretched out her hand to caress her temples, and said with a smile: "Parents love their sons, and they have far-reaching plans. Your father and I have two children, you and your brother, and I did it for you two early. Alright plan."

Zhu Shi slightly moved her body, revealing the wall she had been leaning against behind her.

She took Chen Ying's hand and caressed the wall. Chen Ying followed the direction of her hand's strength, and slowly her fingertips began to tremble.

A small secret door.

It's so ingeniously made that if you don't touch it, you won't see it at all.

When the lobby was searched, Mrs. Zhu had been leaning here. After all, Jin Yiwei thought that she was Mrs. Hou after all. She only searched the place where she was sitting roughly, and did not find this secret door.

Mrs. Zhu held her cold hands in her palms, and the two of them leaned their heads together. Mrs. Zhu gave her last instructions to her little daughter: "Aying, after you take your brother out of the house, your cousin Liang will take you with him. You two left the city overnight."

"Jiangnan is rich and rich. When your father went there many years ago, he bought a courtyard with four entrances and left some money and people in it." Zhu wiped away the tears that silently flowed down Chen Ying's chin, with a loud voice. Qing Qing, "Your cousin Liang will stay there until your younger brother is crowned. The land deed of the house is hidden in the pillow in the main wing, so you can keep it."

Chen Ying tugged at Zhu Shi's sleeve and cried in a hoarse voice: "Mother."

In her arms, Chen He, who was more than two years old, was eating his fingers and looking at them quietly.

"Don't cry," Mrs. Zhu pinched her cheek, "Most of the female family members who confiscated their homes were pretended to be military prostitutes. How could your father and I have the heart to let you go to that point?"

At this point, there is no face to care about. Zhu's face is softer than ever before: "Your father... did do bad things, but you didn't do these things. What are the consequences? Father and mother just accept it."

Chen Ying's trembling hands were held tightly by Zhu Shi, and she seemed to regain her sense of reason. She asked in a hoarse voice, "Mother, how do we get out of the city?"

Mrs. Zhu said softly: "Liu Xiang will think of a way."

For a moment, Chen Ying thought that she had heard it wrong, so she couldn't help asking again: "Liu Xiang?"

"Well," Mrs. Zhu pulled out a smile, "It's Liu Xiang. He and your father used to be classmates."

"Liu Qingyun is an upright person. He can't bear what your father did, but he just entered the officialdom in the old dynasty. In the days before he was promoted by the prince of the old dynasty, he was just a seventh-rank official. At that time, my mother was seriously ill, and I couldn’t afford to eat anything except food for medical treatment from the salary. Your father gave him a lot of help.”

In the past, the young men thought that their friendship would last forever, but now, it is only in exchange for the convenience of going out of the city.

It was night, at midnight, when Jin Yiwei was handing over, and even the moonlight could not penetrate in the dark hall, Zhu bowed his head and kissed the sleeping Chen He, holding back the choking in his throat, and urged: "Ying'er , my son, go."

A farewell is a farewell, Chen Ying bit the tip of her tongue, hugged her brother and kowtowed three times to Mrs. Zhu, then turned and entered the secret passage leading to the backyard by the secret door.

After Chen Ying entered, Mrs. Zhu closed the secret door. As soon as she closed the secret door, a voice sounded from behind: "Ma'am, what are you doing?"

It's the aunt in the corner.

When Zhu came back to her senses, the expression on her face instantly changed from grief to peace. She opened her tear-filled eyes, looked out the window and said softly, "I'm praying."

I pray that the sky in the south of the Yangtze River will be peaceful, prosperous and peaceful, so that her two young children can settle down at home.

The secret path is not complicated, it leads straight to the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, Chen Ying bent over and ran through the secret path, and within a quarter of an hour, he saw the exit.

The exit was an old abandoned well, covered by a pile of weeds. Chen Ying raised her head and wanted to push the weeds away from the well mouth, but she just moved it, and the weeds were taken away by the other hand.

Zhu Liang poked his head out from the mouth of the well.

Zhu Liang stretched out his hand and pulled her out of the well, and took Chen He from her arms. There was a carriage parked behind him. Zhu Liang helped Chen Ying into the carriage: "Cousin, be careful."

After they sat firmly in the carriage, the boy who drove the carriage flicked his whip, and the carriage went quietly to Feiyan Street.

At this time, Chen Yingcai had time to say to Zhu Liang, "Thank you, cousin."

Zhu Liang's complexion was not very good, but he still comforted her and said, "It's okay, the road to the south of the Yangtze River is far away, and I have to support my cousin for a long time."

Chen Ying sat upright and hummed firmly.

But during the time from the secret passage to the carriage, her gentle face became more and more fierce, and for a while, she could no longer see the tenderness and weakness of the boudoir daughter.

Zhu Liang glanced at her a few times, and couldn't help but feel his eyes sour. He just felt that his cousin had grown up a lot overnight.

The carriage walked steadily on the road, and there was no one in the middle of the night, but it arrived in front of the city gate in a while.

The carriage stopped on a street outside the city gate.

Chen Ying hugged her younger brother tightly, and looked at Zhu Liang.

Zhu Liang didn't have time to explain too much to her, he squatted in front of Chen Ying, and handed her the waist card in his hand.

Chen Ying looked down and saw that it was the badge of Zhu Mansion.

She paused and looked at Zhu Liang.

Zhu Liang did not escape, he squatted in front of Chen Ying, raised his head and said, "Cousin, listen to me."

"I always have a bad premonition, so I prepared another carriage, and I will take Liu Xiang's badge and ride out of the city in that carriage, and follow the route given by my uncle to Jiangnan, and you and Ah He, He paused, "This Zhufu's waist card can also go out of the city. When the gate of Chaohua City opens in the morning, you take this waist card to go out."

Zhu Liang's tone suddenly became serious: "Then, don't go to the south of the Yangtze River along my road, the horse drivers outside will take you to another waterway, the boat cousin will contact you, and you sit all the way. Ship to the south of the Yangtze River."

Zhu Liang smiled, and said in a gentle voice: "If my worries are gone, we will meet at Jiangnan Liuying Lane. If my worries arise, Aying, my cousin believes that you are an amazing girl, and you will definitely survive in Jiangnan Is it right?"

Chen Ying had already burst into tears, she just felt that all the tears in this life would be shed tonight, she said hoarsely: "Cousin, you are not from Nanyang Marquis..."

You don't have to risk yourself like this for them.

Zhu Liang said in a gentle voice, "Cousin, I know."

"I am an ordinary person. I was not valued when I was young, but I also have great ambitions. I always feel that I will be a great person. Later, when I grow up, I find that I am such a person. Maybe I can do my best to bloom once, but the fireworks are just a flash. For the rest of my life, I can only pick up the fallen ashes."

"Cousin, even though I am stupid, my uncle never disliked me. He planned for me, so what he did was not good, so I followed him." Zhu Liang rolled his eyes, "He cares about you most, and I am also You have called your cousin for many years, so trust your cousin once, okay?"

He asked this question, but did not wait for Chen Ying to answer.

Zhu Liang rubbed Chen Ying's hair, turned around and got out of the carriage.

When he walks on weekdays, he likes to tuck his shoulders in. Hou Ai of Nanyang scolded him for not being able to hold his chest up. Maybe he was infected by Chen Ying just now. The moment he lifted the car curtain and went out, his waist was very straight.

Chen Ying has met her cousin many times, and thought her cousin was humble and cowardly, but this is the first time she saw him as straight as a sword.

-

It was noon when Marquis of Nanyang executed his execution, and Jiang Lian came to see Yan Huaiyin once in the early morning.

Although Yan Huaiyin woke up, her injuries were still serious and she couldn't get out of bed, so she was still living in Jiang Lian's house.

When Jiang Lian entered the room, Yan Huaiyin was sitting on the bed, writing on the desk next to him.

His whole body was in the sunlight, gone sharp, quiet and soft.

Hearing Jiang Lian come in, Yan Huaiyin stopped writing and looked over at him.

Jiang Lian sat opposite him and said softly, "The execution will be executed at noon, do you want to go see it?"

"Not going," Yan Huaiyin looked down at the words on the rice paper, "it's not interesting."

His purpose is to bring down Nanyang Hou's mansion. Now that Nanyang Hou's mansion has collapsed, he is not interested in the retribution of Nanyang Hou.

"Okay," Jiang Lian responded to him, and said again, "Nanyang Hou's nephew, Zhu Liang, died outside Chaohua City two nights ago."

Yan Huaiyin hummed when she heard it, and just smiled, "I see."

He was not very touched by death, Jiang Lian went to see him, the person in front of him had suffered too much death, he was already numb to these.

Jiang Lian wanted to hug him again.

He could only ask something else to divert his impulse, Jiang Lian looked at the rice paper with words written on Yan Huaiyin's hand: "What are you writing, can I have a look?"

Yan Huaiyin handed the paper to him, his hair was still untied, he sprinkled it all over his body as if he had splashed ink, he leaned against the bed as if he had no bones, and said with a light smile, "I'm thinking about the whole process of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion."

He always felt that there was something that hadn't been discovered. This suspicion was too vague, and Yan Huaiyin couldn't grasp it for a while, so he could only find out the whole thing in every detail, and then try to see if he could discover something from it.

Jiang Lian looked down, and saw that the whole process of Nanyang Hou Mansion being toppled by Yan Huaiyin was neatly written on the rice paper.

Yan Huaiyin simply handed him the paper, which pleased Jiang Lian very well. With a smile on his face, Jiang Lian handed the paper back to him: "Then if you think about it, I won't bother you."

In the Nanyang Houfu case, he was the supervisor and beheader.

Jiang Lian saw Yan Huaiyin, changed into court clothes after leaving the house, and went to the execution ground by himself.

There was no sound on the execution platform, and there were two rows of chairs on the left and right sides of the execution ground, and some other adults in the court were sitting there.

The beheading of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion was a major event, and it was Ling Chi again. The sympathizers who watched the excitement were shocked...

Most of the court officials came.

Seeing Jiang Lian approaching, their faces were not very good.

It is really disgusting for a eunuch who is not a human thing to be the prison and behead officer.

However, Emperor Chengde favored such a thing.

The supervisor's platform was clearly divided into two forces, the chairs on one side were bustling with officials, but there was no one sitting on the chairs on Jiang Lian's side.

All kinds of eyes came to him, Jiang Lian was already used to these eyes, he sat down majestically on the prison officer's chair, raised his eyelids, and looked straight at the officials diagonally opposite.

Seeing him looking over, those gazes suddenly disappeared a lot.

Many people dare not look at him.

Jiang Lian's smile became wider, he looked at it for a while, and then yelled, "Sun Chi."

The next moment, Dongchang's prisoner Qianhu Sun Bu knelt down at his feet.

Jiang Lian's voice could not discern emotion: "Master Feng looks very hot, send him to the field to cool off."

Among the eyes that looked at him just now, Feng Zhang was the most unscrupulous. Jiang Lian didn't like it, so naturally he wouldn't make him feel comfortable.

Feng Zhang, the servant of the Ministry of Rites sitting among the officials, broke out in cold sweat instantly.

But in the next breath, his arms were lifted up by the eunuchs of Dongchang. Before Feng Zhang could react, he was thrown onto the execution ground.

There is a shed on the monitoring platform, so the sun doesn't shine, but it is actually cool.

It was August now, there was no shelter on the execution ground, the scorching sun hit him, and an unknown number of people had died on the execution ground, and he could still smell blood in his breath.

Master Feng knelt on the ground shiveringly, humiliated and uncomfortable, he was killed and unwilling to give up his old life, and his face was full of liver color after a while.

Jiang Lian looked at the embarrassment on the field, as if he was watching something fun.

Except for him, the Jianzhantai was silent, and no one dared to stop Jiang Lian.

It's just cursing, I can only scold in my heart.

Among the officials, Liu Qingyun had a helpless expression, and beside him, Gu Huanshan had cold eyes.

Jiang Lian didn't care about all these things, he lost interest after looking at them for a while, he looked away aimlessly, but suddenly stopped at the entrance of the execution ground.

The moment Jiang Lian saw the person coming from the entrance of the execution ground, Jiang Lian wanted to stand up for a moment, but forced herself to sit on the seat.

At the entrance of the execution ground, Yan Huaiyin was slowly walking towards the execution stage, his injuries were not healed, he was not walking fast, his face was pale, and there was a sick and tired look between his brows.

But he has wide-sleeved brocade clothes, and behind him is the sky thousands of feet, walking over so unhurriedly, like a young man who has been raised carefully and knows no worries.

As Yan Huaiyin approached slowly, not only Jiang Lian, but other people on the stage also spotted him.

After that night, who broke Nanyang Hou's mansion, everyone gradually figured it out.

This pawn from the northwest made an extremely dangerous move, but it was also an excellent move.

For a while, there were people who flattered and hated Yan Huaiyin, and there were also people who knew him. Liu Qingyun, who was sitting at the head of the official, quickly said, "Lord Yan, sit here."

Feng Zhang was thrown out by Jiang Lian, and there happened to be a vacant seat on their side.

Next to Liu Qingyun, Gu Huanshan stared at him blankly.

Yan Huaiyin walked to the surveillance platform and stood still, looked at the huddled officials, then turned to look at Jiang Lian, who looked quite lonely, with his lips pursed and silent, and smiled.

Seeing him smiling, Jiang Lian's light-colored pupils trembled.

No one in the Qiantui Mansion knew about it, he could ask for a hug as he wished, but outside the Qiantui Mansion, the court and Chinese forces were deeply intertwined, and Jiang Lian didn't know whether Yan Huaiyin would like to get closer to him.

So he didn't even dare to stand up and help Yan Huaiyin.

The feeling of being close to the hometown is timid, and I still want to speak.

Yan Huaiyin in the audience smiled at Liu Qingyun and shook his head. He frowned and walked slowly towards Jiang Lian.

There was no one in the row of chairs, and he walked there, and there was someone standing beside Jiang Lian.

Jiang Lian stood up without knowing it, and supported Yan Huaiyin.

Jiang Lian whispered, "Why are you here?"

Supported by him, Yan Huaiyin took a low breath before relieving the pain in the wound.

After the Nanyang Marquis Mansion case, his health will only get worse and worse.

But Yan Huaiyin raised his head with a faint smile: "Why didn't Jiu Qiansui tell me that you are the supervisor?"

There are obviously a group of important officials in the court behind them, if what the two said is heard, I don't know how it will be interpreted.

But after hearing Yan Huaiyin's words, Jiang Lian didn't think about it, and blurted out: "I told you, will you come with me?"

Yan Huaiyin supported his hand and sat down slowly, the sun baked the air into illusion, but his words were so magnanimous that there was no trace of concealment, and all of them fell into Jiang Lian's ears:

"If you come, of course I will come with you."

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