I hope to return to the country

Sometimes, Le Zhiyu really felt that his luck was a little inexplicable.

Obviously he was deceived by someone, and went to Yan Zhulou by mistake. Not to mention being stupid, he was kidnapped by a lunatic and almost died. Such a shameful thing, he woke up and changed everything .

Not only was he cleared of the suspicion of his fellow traitors, he was also rewarded by the current crown prince, and he solved the problem of entanglement and children's placement. Now he even got the reputation and popular support that he racked his brains to get easily. I wonder if there are gods helping in secret.

Does that mean that he doesn't have to do anything, just hold Qin Zhiyi for a few more sleeps, and when he wakes up, he will be dressed in a yellow robe and sitting on the throne in the palace hall?

Le Zhiyu couldn't hold back a "puchi" smile at this delightful whimsy, and the wonton stew he was drinking sprayed out, not only wet a small piece of his front, but also splashed several drops on the back of Qin Zhiyi's hand superior.

It's so embarrassing.

What Le Zhiyu didn't notice was that what was splashed towards Qin Zhiyi was not only soup, but also a piece of green onion, which was particularly conspicuous under the reflection of the row of lanterns by the roadside.

Sure enough, extreme joy begets sorrow, not only the good luck that fell from the sky, but also the embarrassing moment when he wished to crawl into the cracks in the ground.

"I'm sorry, Brother Qin..."

Le Zhiyu put down the bowl with a blushing face, and hurriedly took his sleeve to wipe it for Qin Zhiyi.

Qin Zhiyi stopped him, and took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve. Instead of wiping his hands first, he carefully wiped off the soup stained on his chin and skirt for Le Zhiyu, slowly Say something.

"Don't be distracted when eating, or you will easily choke."

He was very close to Le Zhiyu, with a gentle expression and focused eyes. His face was shrouded in the faint light from the lantern, and he had a handsome and gentle hazy beauty. Le Zhiyu's heart beat unconsciously once again. .

If it wasn't for the presence of outsiders, he probably couldn't help but want to kiss, and give Qin Zhiyi a wonky-stewed kiss as an apology.

The stall owner was old-eyed, and didn't see the ambiguous behavior between the two of them. He probably had a lot of leisure time when the stall was closing, so he opened up the chatterbox on his own, and chatted about what happened in Yancheng recently. things come.

This is exactly what Le Zhiyu wanted.

Just now he had some doubts that he couldn't directly clarify and wanted to ask.

Hasn't Qingdan always had a good reputation secretly in the back alleys of the market? Even if it accidentally fell into the hands of the imperial envoys this time, it will only make people feel that they have been suppressed and bullied by those in power, and thus get With more sympathy and support from the common people, why did it become "that group of scourges" in the mouth of the stall owner this time?

The stall owner was indeed Yu Youyuan of Tongle, without waiting for him to ask, it was as if he had a tacit understanding, and it was really a coincidence that he also mentioned the Qingdanhui.

It turned out that after the imperial envoys took the Qingdanhui's stronghold in Yanzhulou in a nest that night, they set up a platform at the gate of the Yancheng County Yamen the next day, and took the swords, weapons, and poison fans seized from Yanzhulou. Xiang, the private account books, etc. are all made public, pointing out that the Qingdan Society is a den of bandits who seek wealth and murder, so that everyone can see their true colors and don't be deceived again.

There are also many victims who were defrauded of all their money by Qingdan Society, and their families were ruined. Feel sad.

What is even more shocking and indignant is that the last one who was supposed to be the little leader of the Qingdan Society also confessed that they wanted to take advantage of the rumors that the bandits attacked the city to loot in Yancheng, kill people and frame the blame, and then take all the benefits. All the scapegoats were knocked on the head of the imperial court, and the people of Yancheng were allowed to conflict with the government, and they could sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

In troubled times, what ordinary people ask for is always the simplest wish, to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, to be able to live on a full stomach, even if it is a hut with simple food, as long as they can live in peace with their families .

But if someone wants to destroy this hard-won stability and hurt their family members, no matter whether it is the imperial court or the Qingdan Society, they will become the target of their hatred and reviling.

Ever since, Qingdanhui has capsized in the gutter this time, and has become as hateful as a bandit in the hearts of Yancheng people.

And Le Zhiyu was rewarded by the imperial envoy for his meritorious service in the encirclement and suppression of Yan Zhulou, and got the house of the county magistrate Chen Song. Naturally, such a big event could not be hidden from others.

Soon someone found out from the county clerk that this "Mr. Le" was the young man who volunteered that day and raised his arms to call on everyone to fight against the bandits.

Le Zhiyu's appearance is too beautiful and outstanding, so many people left a deep impression on him, and they nodded suddenly after just mentioning him a little.

Oh, it turned out to be him!

This is the so-called hero from a young age, not afraid of power, not afraid of danger, just for the righteousness and benevolence in his heart, regardless of life and death, alone in danger, almost lost his life, such a high-spirited character, no matter how old he is , should be respected and appreciated by everyone.

Therefore, Le Zhiyu was also recorded in the county annals, and his righteous deeds will always be worthy of admiration and learning from later generations.

The wonton stew in the bowl was cold, and Coke Yu had long forgotten to eat it. Sitting there and listening to the stall owner's gossip, it was like listening to a wonderful legendary storytelling, almost fascinated.

Can it still be like this?Is it okay?Is this really me!

He used to read the stories and experiences of those emperors and generals, and found that in order to achieve great success, culture and military strategy are not necessarily the most important. What is important is to get the support of the general public, which is the so-called "people's heart".

The hearts of the people slowly burned from a little bit to a large area, and finally formed a prairie fire that destroyed the world, burned up everything in the old dynasty, vacated the place for the establishment of the new dynasty, and laid a solid foundation. It is the most precious and rare thing. treasure.

It's just that Le Zhiyu's understanding of the people is so muddled that he can't figure it out, and he feels very guilty.

After thinking about it, he felt that this might be the prince's move.

After all, encircling and suppressing the Qingdan Society is not a simple matter, it must have been planned for a long time, and the so-called evidence and witnesses may not really be found from Yan Zhulou, but it is just a way to discredit the Qingdan Society. means only.

And Le Zhiyu, who just made a big splash in front of the county government office, can just be used to fuel the flames. Besides being convincing, he also set up a model. You see, there is no future for such rebels and chaotic parties like the Qingdanhui. Instead, go to the court In order to get a good name and rewards, which path should I choose, I know it in my heart, right?

Kill two birds with one stone, brilliant move!

In fact, Le Zhiyu didn't care whether he was being used or not. Anyway, he had nothing to lose, and all he got were benefits, but he was no longer simply admiring and curious about the new crown prince in his heart, but more faintly fearful and apprehensive.

Whether he was praised by tens of thousands of people and worshiped on the altar, or whether he was condemned by thousands of people to beheaded, it only took one night to make a conclusion, and his reputation and life were in the hands of others.

The prince is so ruthless, if a deep-minded person wants to deal with him, it is really easy, and he can only be slaughtered, and he has no power to fight back.

Compared with this, the gentle and reliable "Ning Yuancheng" who is calm and calm looks much more sincere and lovely.

"Brother Qin, when we go to other places in the future, can we also come out to play like this?"

In the carriage going back, Le Zhiyu leaned on Qin Zhiyi's shoulder, slightly closed his eyes and talked to him, his tone was light and soft, like raving when he was sleepy, and the hearts of those who listened softened .

"it is good."

Qin Zhi also responded, wrapping his arms around his waist, letting him change into a more comfortable position to snuggle into his arms, his voice was deep but gentle like water.

"Sleep when you're sleepy, and I'll carry you in when I get home."

The word "home" sounded very pleasant, which made Le Zhiyu feel more relaxed. Tiredness surged like a tide, and he yawned slightly against Qin Zhiyi's neck, and his eyelids were completely closed. An inaudible grunt.

"Brother Qin, you are so kind..."

Qin Zhi also lowered his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to push back a strand of hair that fell on Le Zhiyu's cheek. His warm breath fell on his face, followed by a gentle kiss.

"You are good too."

Le Zhiyu was really tired from playing, and fell into a deep sleep before returning to the house. Even Qin Zhi carried him into the room, took off his coat and shoes for him, wiped his face with a hot towel, and Covered with a thin quilt, he didn't wake up again.

Naturally, he didn't realize that Qin Zhiyi, who usually lay beside him and fell asleep with him, had quietly disappeared.