Girl, let me check it out.

Let me ask, among the people of the Great Zhou today, who doesn’t know Tao Yan?

"Why did Lord Tao return to Changming at this time? And he brought so many Changyuan Iron Guards with him..."

Everyone looked at each other and thought of a possibility that made them ecstatic.

"Is it for His Royal Highness Prince Guangling?"

Just as their minds were wandering, the black dragon closest to them had already rushed to them.

Everyone quickly made way for them and looked at them with admiration.

This is Lord Tao’s army!

What surprised them was that the person leading this cavalry was not a messenger.

But she is a beautiful girl with a stunning appearance and a frosty face.

……

……

This is the ninth day that Fang Weihan has been imprisoned in the Tingwei Prison.

In the outer city area of ​​Changming, the street where Fang Weihan killed Wang Zhongguang.

The people spontaneously raised money and held a grand funeral for Ji Gang.

These days, someone comes every day to silently burn some paper money for Ji Gang.

They never forgot that this young man gave his all for them.

Including his life.

Even though Ji Gang was dead, the order in this outer city area had not collapsed. Instead, thanks to the efforts of the people left behind by Ji Gang, the situation was maintained exactly the same as before.

Except for the people coming and going, they were obviously much quieter.

It's like that never happened.

It was like Ji Gang was still alive.

It was as if Fang Weihan was not thrown into jail.

If that were the case...it would be great.

In the hall, several young people sat at a table in silence.

"Brother Liu."

Someone couldn't bear it any longer and finally broke the unbearable silence.

"Are we just going to wait like this?"

His eyes were red and his voice was filled with desperate anger.

"Brother Ji is dead, and His Royal Highness Prince Guangling has been arrested. Are we just going to watch?"

"Brother Ji was my eldest brother, but he's dead! We were friends for life! And I can only sit here and do nothing!"

The man growled.

"So what do you want to do? What do you want me to do?"

Liu Lin slammed the table with a bang.

He grabbed his hair and yelled.

"Do you think I don't want to avenge Brother Ji?"

"That guy is not only your elder brother, but also my Liu Lin's elder brother!"

"But what can we do? We are just a bunch of deserters and hooligans."

"The one who killed Brother Ji was the second son of the Shangyuan Wang family, and the one who arrested His Royal Highness Prince Guangling was the current emperor! They can crush us to death as easily as crushing an ant!"

"Yes! We can kill a few children from noble families, but what then? What happens after we kill them?"

"We'll die together?"

The man stopped talking.

Liu Lin dropped his hands weakly, as if he had lost all his strength.

"Before Brother Ji died, he told me to protect the foundation that he and His Highness had worked so hard to build. I really don't want... to let everyone lose their lives in vain."

Liu Lin laughed bitterly.

There are dozens of people in the hall, all of whom were recruited by Ji Gang during his lifetime.

They were silent, no one spoke.

Yes, in the eyes of those big shots in the inner city, what are they?

Everyone felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the hall.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

The sound was particularly harsh in the silent hall.

Liu Lin walked over and opened the door.

A gray-haired old man stood at the door, wearing a pale robe, as if he was mourning for an unknown person.

"Uncle Song."

Although Liu Lin was in a bad mood, he still greeted him.

Mr. Song used to be a minor official. Now he is retired and living here.

Brother Ji had a very good relationship with Uncle Song during his lifetime, and often took care of Uncle Song's life.

"Liu Lin."

Song Bo smiled heartily.

"Don't feel bad, it's not your fault."

He took a look inside the hall and had a rough idea of ​​what had just happened there.

"You have tried your best, but God just likes to attack the weak spots."

"Don't be too sad."

Uncle Song patted his shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Uncle Song..."

Liu Lin's eyes instantly turned red.

"Haha, the neighbors have seen all the efforts you young people have made for us these days."

Song Bo smiled.

"We have been thinking about how to repay you for a long time. Old man Zhang next door has found several marriages for Ji Gang, all of whom are gentle and virtuous families."

"What a pity... this kid is ultimately not blessed enough to enjoy it."

Although Song Bo was smiling, his voice gradually became deeper.

At some point, everyone in the hall stood behind Liu Lin and listened to their conversation quietly.

"When I was little, my mother taught me that if I was wronged, I should seek justice from the Lord. He would seek justice for me."

Song Bo recalled with a smile.

"But then I grew up and found that sometimes the justice of the heavens doesn't seem to be so effective. Their justice is always open to certain people."

"So I said: Mother, you are wrong. Only when you become a judge yourself can you find your own justice."

"So I plunged into the officialdom, and stayed there for decades. But I still haven't found justice for myself."

"There will always be someone with a higher rank than you, someone with a darker heart than you, there will always be someone, always someone."

"Life is about to end, and I have seen through it. This is justice, but I may not be able to see it."

Uncle Song looked at the young people in front of him gently.

"But there are still you. You still have a long life ahead of you. It's not worth wasting it on meaningless things."

"If you want justice, let us old guys get it for you."

Liu Lin's voice trembled a little.

He seemed to have thought of something.

"Uncle Song, you..."

Uncle Song laughed.

"I, Song Qianming, have wasted half my life in intrigue and deception. I have seen all the fireworks in this world and I don't want to live anymore."

"Rather than taking my youthful ambitions into my coffin, I might as well give it another try while I can still breathe, so that my life on earth will not be in vain!"

Countless figures in plain clothes slowly emerged behind Song Qianming.

Some were using crutches, some were holding babies, and some were still toddlers.

They are different in every way, the only thing they have in common is the white clothes they wear.

As if he was mourning for someone.

"Everybody, let's go."

Song Qianming shouted loudly.

"To seek the fairness that young people need!"

The white waves surged up, like the lights of thousands of homes guiding the wanderers home.

Liu Lin and others stood there blankly, tears welling up in their eyes.

……

……

On the top of the Wangtian Tower, Fang Zun stood with his hands behind his back, and the strong wind made his dragon robe flutter.

There were two waves in front of him.

There is a black wave to the west of the city and a white wave to the east.

The black and white waves slowly approached, and the intersection was the towering Yingtian Temple.

Eunuch Xue stood by in silence.

Given the current situation, there was no need for him to say anything.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fang Zun suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was drowned out by the strong wind, without causing any ripples.

His eyes were fixed on a certain place.

The setting sun is like the sun, and the molten fire is like flowing gold.

That is the golden light of the Tai Chi Hall.

There has never been a moment as bright as it is today.

Chapter 186 Grand Funeral

The guards outside the Changming Suzaku Gate had never seen a scene like today.

Now is the time when the emperor and his officials are holding court meetings. Logically, they should clear the nearby streets to facilitate the passage of the emperor's dragon carriage.

But it is obvious that the situation today is somewhat beyond their control.

On their left side were kneeling people, mostly the elderly, children, women and young people.

They were all dressed in mourning clothes, their faces were mournful, and the sound of suppressed weeping could be heard faintly.

On the right side were groups of black cavalry. Because they were inside the city, the heavily armored soldiers led their horses with their other hand on the hilt of the sword at their waist, full of murderous intent.