Use a substitute on your wedding night to scatter the ashes of your entire family - Chapter 621 Blood Splattered on Dragon Pillar

Chen Ping was sweating profusely. When he heard that the princess was looking for him, he knew what she wanted to ask. He went to a few dilapidated temples first to find out about the matter before coming here.

"Yes, I found out that it was indeed Yi Qing. More than half a month ago, several ministers in the court asked the prince for money in the imperial study. The prince was forced into a corner and asked the adults to find a solution."

"In the end, they didn't come up with any solution. When they returned to the East Palace and told the matter, Yi Qing gave him these ideas. Ling Heng was very impressed and immediately promoted Yi Qing from Fengyi to Zhaoxun."

Li Shuangwan felt like laughing.

After her mother died, Yi Qing had no money to bury her, so Li Yuanming reached out to help her and paid money to redeem her from that place.

Her background and the environment she grew up in have already determined her vision.

But, the strange thing is, Ling Heng is not the kind of stupid person. Why would he listen to someone who came out of a group of prostitutes?

Li Shuangwan felt that there must be something here, something she had not yet figured out.

It is not so easy to find out about this matter. Although all the beggars in Shengjing are now under the command of Chen Ping, it is not so easy to find out about the government's affairs.

Chen Ping didn't say anything, but responded with "yes".

"There is no need for Chen Ping to inquire. In the past five days, Su Yueming has collected more than 200,000 taels in Shengjing alone, not including the four major counties."

A man's voice sounded behind him.

Gu Xingyan looked at her lovingly: "After he released the news last time, I asked Lin Musen to keep an eye on him. Since he released the news to make money, it is impossible for him to stop. The reason why he didn't make any moves during that period of time was nothing more than waiting for an opportunity."

Su Binxu killed Fu Chenhui, which happened to be right in front of his gun, forcing Su Yueming to bow his head.

Li Shuangwan was shocked: "Two hundred thousand taels were collected in just five days?"

"Yes, the distant places may not have been taken up yet, but the combined amount of the nearby counties is at least one million taels."

This corrupt court no longer leaves any way for the people to survive.

Seeing that his attempts to persuade the old King Huai were futile, Zheng Xinjiang could only stand up and glance coldly at the group of students from the Imperial College who were sitting or kneeling in front of him.

"You corrupt scholars! If you dare to discuss state affairs again, I will arrest you all and throw you into prison. Get out of here as soon as possible!"

The old King Huai opened his eyes, which had just been closed, a crack and said in a broken and old voice: "Commander Zheng, you are so majestic."

But he still closed his eyes.

"The imperial court is unjust and levies heavy taxes, making life miserable for the people!" a student suddenly shouted. Although his voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, every word was sonorous and powerful.

Wu Changyuan stood up tremblingly and looked at his students who had come out. They were fine.

"We are the ones who receive the emperor's salary and are loyal to him, but if he loses his way, we cannot blindly follow him!"

"A harsh government is more ferocious than a tiger. If we cannot speak up for the people, what is the point of studying?"

Several teachers also stood up, each with a solemn expression, denouncing the Northern Jin court's unscrupulous exploitation.

By doing this, the royal family forced the people to either die or fight to the death with the court!

The Imperial Censor Fei Shao was already over seventy years old. He was so excited that he suddenly took off his official uniform, revealing the plain clothes underneath.

Zheng Xinjiang looked at him with a blank expression, but his words were full of sarcasm: "The emperor is not feeling well, I'm afraid he won't be able to see Lord Fei's loyalty!"

Fei Shao laughed loudly, looking up to the sky: "The historian's pen is not in the Hanlin Academy, nor in the hands of the Ling family, but on the backs of the people!"

Li Shuangwan's heart sank. Was Mr. Fei going to die in order to give advice?

She ran over, but was still a step too late.

The moment the muffled sound startled him, blood flowed down along the golden dragon on the pillar.

Li Shuangwan stretched his hands in the air, standing there in shock.

I wish she had been a little faster just now.

It would have been better if she had not stood so far away from the crowd when she came, but stood next to the Panlong Pillar.

The old chief priest, Mr. Zhong, stepped forward and lifted up Mr. Fei's body.

He glared at Zheng Xinjiang: "What else do you want?"

"Mr. Fei... Mr. Fei!" The students sobbed and crawled forward on their knees.

There was a deafening cry in front of the palace.

The old King Huai stood up angrily, pointed at Zheng Xinjiang's nose and cursed: "Zheng Xinjiang, who do you think you are? You are forcing the old censor to death! Go, call that bastard Ling Heng out to me!"

"I have to ask him carefully. His father is not dead yet, and I am not even in the coffin yet. Is he going to destroy the Northern Jin Dynasty that has existed for two hundred years?"

Zheng Xinjiang was the closest to Fei Shao, and when he was hit, blood splashed all over his head, and his face turned pale with fright.

Gu Xingyan pulled Li Shuangwan, who was standing there in a daze, to his side and away from the crowd.

Tears streamed down Li Shuangwan's face. She raised her tearful eyes and looked at Gu Xingyan, crying out loud: "This didn't happen in my previous life. Old Fei was always alive and well. Xingyan, was it because of me, was it because of me that he died? It was me who killed him. It was me."

Gu Xingyan held the girl tightly in his arms and stroked her back again and again: "This is what Mr. Fei asked for, it's not your fault. Yanyan, don't be sad. It was Ling Heng and Su Yueming who killed him together, it has nothing to do with you."

Li Shuangwan lay in Gu Xingyan's arms and sobbed. A vibrant life suddenly died in front of her.

Ling Heng strode out of the palace.

Mo Lin is a martial artist, and because he is tall, his hearing and eyesight are better than those of ordinary people.

Li Shuangwan stepped out of Gu Xingyan's arms, wiped the tears from her face, turned her head and saw that behind Ling Heng, in addition to a group of court ministers, the imperial guards were also holding two people.

It was Yi Qing and Su Yueming!

"He, what is he doing?"