Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6864 Burning
Beijing.

The backyard of Wuzhuang Temple.

There are about twenty sacks placed in the huge backyard.

Xingyun stood on the steps with a heavy expression.

He has seen cruel battlefields and villages where diseases are rampant, but he has never seen so many ordinary people killed.

These are still children.

It can be seen from their skeletons that the oldest is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

From the point of view of the cause of death, apart from some who died of abuse, some even died of drowning.

This shows that those children were not dead before they were put into sacks and drowned in the river... until they were put into the bottom of the water, they were drowned alive.

"Zi Yan, what are you going to do?"

Apart from Xingyun, the only one standing in the courtyard was Ziyan who had rushed back.

Zi Yan was also silent for a while, she thought of the evil of human nature, but she did not expect human nature to be so evil.

"The Feng family must pay for this." Zi Yan said slowly.

"Can it be done? We don't have any real evidence. As long as Feng Qingyan doesn't admit it, we have nothing to do."

"Also, even if Feng Qingyan can't bear it anymore, he can throw out a few scapegoats, and he is still at large, but we can't use other tricks." Xingyun sighed.

Dongling Academy is too powerful in the imperial court, and the Feng family is the mainstay among them. The two pillars of the Feng family, Feng Jiagui and Feng Yueheng, are great Confucians who call the wind and rain.

If they wanted to deal with the Feng family, they would definitely not be able to use external tactics. If it weren't for the support of the emperor behind them, they wouldn't even have the possibility of confrontation.

"It's enough to get the real evidence." The corners of Ziyan's lips curled up.

Why did she use such a cumbersome method to do it?It's not about trying to get evidence.

As the real evidence, dead bodies are not acceptable, only personal items related to the Feng family must be obtained.

"You don't have to worry about how you take it, you just need to handle your affairs well." Ziyan said.

"I'm worried that the Feng family has noticed something." Xingyun frowned.

"Of course they have already noticed that something is wrong. Do you think the Feng family is joking?" Zi Yan raised her eyebrows, "They have already sent a private guard."

"Can you handle it? Do you want me to take action?" Xingyun said.

"Their private guards have enough training, but they can't compare with our secret guards." Zi Yan said confidently.

"That's true. I've seen their private guards. They are indeed not strong enough, but you have to be careful. No matter how bad they are, they are well-trained. If you don't pay attention, they will capsize." Xingyun said lightly.

No matter what he said, for Zi Yan, he shared life and death.

"They will capsize, not me." Zi Yan said, "You dispose of these bones and put them in the cellar. They must be preserved well, and they will be evidence in the future."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"Well, I will leave this to you. I will go out of the city to pick up people later. The guests from the grassland are both guests and helpers." Zi Yan said slowly.

"Go."

……

"You two, have you already discussed it?" Feng Qingyan put his hands behind his back and looked coldly at the two men in front of him.

These two men are the two leaders of the Feng family's private soldiers. Because one wears a white turban and the other wears a black turban on their heads all the year round, they got their nicknames, white turban and black turban. .

"Master, I think there is indeed something strange about this matter, someone is behind the scenes." The white turban frowned.

"The whole family of those two old ladies disappeared, and they were probably hidden." The black scarf also said.

"What I'm asking is, you guys have discussed what to do, not what you have already said." Feng Qingyan was a little dissatisfied.

"It's very simple, we invite you into the urn. Since someone is watching us in private, we will set a bait for them to come and bite." The white turban stretched out his palm and cut it horizontally in the air, with a smile on his face.

"Yes, you can arrange this matter. If it doesn't work out in the end, then destroy all relevant materials, and you can't leave half a point." Feng Qingyan came to a conclusion. Before that, he had left too many criminal evidences in the past ten years. It has never been discovered, but I am still worried that there will be clues.

He has a cautious temperament, even if there are any troubles and doubts, he must deal with them in advance, and he cannot let the situation spread.

"Don't worry, son."

"Don't let the master know, don't say it until the last moment." Feng Qingyan emphasized again.

He kept this matter from his father, but he didn't think it was a big deal. In a family like his, he wasn't too much. Those families in the south of the Yangtze River played more games than his excessive sons and lords.

What's more, his father, the great Confucian Feng Jiagui, also has his own way of playing, which he knows very well.

"Sir, you don't have to worry, the master won't know about this." The white turban and the black turban had already taken refuge in Feng Qingyan. Their nominal master was Feng Jiagui, but in fact they had followed Feng Qingyan.

But there is not much difference. Feng Jiagui and Feng Qingyan are both a family, and it is not a matter of listening to whom.

Anyway, they use money to do things, as long as the master's money is in place, they will do the work.

After the black turban and the white turban left together, only Feng Qingyan was left in the room.

A gloomy look appeared on Feng Qingyan's face.

In fact, he had long been aware of being exposed, but he did not expect to be exposed in this form.

Who is the person behind it, he now has several related guesses.

The easiest ones to deal with were those families that had private conflicts with his family, and the hardest one to deal with... the Emperor Qi's family!
The current emperor, Qi Xingyun, is not easy to get along with. It is not a day or two since he wants to deal with the children of the aristocratic family. It will be troublesome if he gets caught.

Either way, he'll keep the hassle to a minimum.

Feng Qingyan walked to the wall and slapped his palm on the wall.

"Huh..." sounded.

A gap was cracked on the wall, and a secret room slowly appeared in front of him.

Feng Qingyan stepped into the secret room, glanced around, looked at the many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and many books and other items on the desk. He raised his palm and took out a fire folder.

"It's a pity that we can't keep it!" Feng Qingyan sighed, with regret on his face.

He can't keep the items he has collected for so long, but no matter how uncomfortable he is, he can't do it willfully.

With a movement of his palm, he polished the torch, and raised his hand to ignite all the scrolls in the secret room. After the rising flames gradually engulfed the secret room, he quickly ran towards the outside.

After a while, a nearby maid noticed the flames and shouted in shock: "It's gone, it's gone!"

A group of servant girls hurried over, but it was too late for them to come here.

(End of this chapter)