The land of Shu was Zhang Yuehui's dream that he had set out on the road several times but never reached.
In fact, he didn't leave at all and was hiding in Lidu Mansion. After all, I am worried about things that I shouldn't worry about, and I can't let go of this mess and just go and be free.
But he still found a reasonable reason for himself. He stayed for Nan Yi.
Xie Queshan only knows how to charge into battle, does not know how to show mercy, and likes to lead people into the fire pit. He is an irresponsible dog man. But he is different, he is reliable, the boss Zhang who can handle every mess, and is omnipotent.
Hey, when he looked at that man, he didn't like him either way, and he couldn't compare to him in any way.
But when the city was in turmoil, it was still not worth it for him to thank Queshan.
It took him many years to let himself accept the rules of this world. There is no fairness in heaven. There are only imps running rampant and the weak preying on the strong.
So he died a martyrdom first and became a lawless demon.
He pretends not to know what those good but stupid people are insisting on.
Have you seen too little about the change of dynasty? Does lifting up the declining dynasty have anything to do with him? The mountains and rivers are not his, nor is his hometown. He does not want to live in the emperor's salary, so why should he be loyal to the emperor?
But how could there be such a person in this world? The world wanted to kill him in the most vicious way, but he still accepted it calmly.
Pretending to be a saint.
In his opinion, Xie Queshan just couldn't bear the infamy and wanted to die a hundred times, turning the chicken feathers on the ground into tears of mourning for him. This man was so cunning to the end.
He thought, deserved it. When Xie Queshan died, he would snatch Nan Yi back.
But Zhang Yue replied with such malicious speculation, but still pretended to be back from Shu, and sent a letter to Xie Queshan asking him if he wanted to escape. He was not kidding, he had really thought that if Xie Queshan was willing, he could be merciful and help, and this was not the first time that he saved his life.
But Xie Queshan, that despicable person, once again demonstrated his nobility by rejecting him. Zhang Yuehui's teeth itched with hatred.
He was asked to do everything that a saint could do, which made the rest of the world look miserable.
I hate it so much that I can’t sit still.
He wanted so badly to do something to destroy this sacred but self-righteous sacrifice - to rob the prison? Kidnap someone?
But in the final analysis, it was all just to allow reinforcements to enter the city. If he did this, Lidu Mansion would be doomed. Thinking of this, he couldn't stand the sight of mountains and rivers shattering before his eyes.
Xie Queshan dragged him into that dilemma. He cannot indulge his selfishness regardless.
However, on the eve of execution, Song Muchuan found him.
"Boss Zhang, please help save him. No matter how much it costs, I will pay it back to you."
Zhang Yuehui didn't even look down on this serious scholar, but he wanted to hear how the scholar could be saved.
"The physical examination cannot be concealed. He can only be replaced after the physical examination and before the execution. I can do tricks on the horses to make them lose control before the execution. There are many people watching when changing horses. If There will be some chaos to attract the attention of the people, and at the same time replace Xie Queshan with a corpse and take him away. At this time, the physical examination has ended, and the execution will only take a moment, and no one will notice it anymore. It’s still not me. It’s just that the people I can call are Bingzhusi and Yuchengjun, but we can’t let too many people participate and know about this matter, otherwise there will be chaos.”
He thought that the scholar could not do such a treacherous thing, but he did not expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, the plan was so complete, and it sounded like it was all about deceiving the superiors and the inferiors, and about to lose their heads.
Zhang Yue was silent for a while, then raised her eyes and glanced at him: "This is the crime of deceiving the emperor."
"I'll bear it."
Throughout his life, Song Muchuan had been self-denial, clean and honest, and even found it difficult to lie. However, all the rules he was subjected to, those dogmas that prevented him from exceeding the rules, those admonitions that a gentleman should not stand under dangerous walls, and even No matter the ruin he may face, it is not worth the importance of his best friend's life.
Zhang Yuehui felt a bit sore for no reason. It was rare for this scholar to give him a high look. He deliberately turned his back and said unkindly: "I have conditions."
"I agree." Song Muchuan couldn't wait to express his attitude.
"When it's done, I'll take Xie Queshan away. You can treat him as dead. Don't tell anyone, not even Nan Yi."
Song Muchuan was stunned for a moment.
He wanted to ask why, but he had already agreed wholeheartedly. For fear of showing any signs of regret, Zhang Yuehui refused him and choked.
"You can call me for help, but I am not a generous businessman. There is no principle that the gain outweighs the loss, let alone accomplishing Xie Queshan for nothing. It is too troublesome for him to wake up. I have to put him in a coma for a year and a half first, and then Find a pill that can make him forget his past and feed it to him so that he can never see Nan Yi again."
Song Muchuan burst into tears upon hearing this.
Zhang Yue knocked back on the table to bring Song Muchuan back to his senses, and put on a cool face again: "If you think it doesn't work, it doesn't matter, then I won't interfere."
"I promise!"
Now the only person he can turn to is Zhang Yuehui, and only this person has the ability to cooperate with him inside and outside and rescue people from the execution ground without anyone noticing.
Song Muchuan made the decision for Xie Chaoen without authorization. It was now time, and it would be redundant to talk about those vain romances. Life is the most important thing. As long as he can live, it doesn't matter how despicable he is.
"Master Song, you must keep your promise, otherwise I can go back on my word at any time, kill him, and accuse you of deceiving the emperor." Zhang Yuehui said harsh words and prepared to leave.
"Boss Zhang——" Song Muchuan stopped him.
He looked back unpreparedly, thinking that Song Muchuan was still trying to bargain with him, but he saw that Song Muchuan suddenly knelt down tragically and kowtowed to him three times.
"Boss Zhang is so righteous and kind, Mr. Song will never forget it!"
Zhang Yuehui took a few steps back in shock, even a little incoherent.
"You, don't give me this deal - one yard for the other, you and I each get what we need, it's just a business."
Zhang Yue ran away in a hurry.
I really can't stand this pedantic scholar.
But he was assured of the scholar's character. Even though he might be slandering this bad guy in his heart, as long as he agreed, he would definitely keep it secret.
And Zhang Yuehui also felt that this was the easiest. He didn't have to explain to others what other good intentions he had.
It can't even be called well-intentioned. He always does things based on his selfish motives.
In this shaky dynasty, nothing can be perfect. He was bored, and he just wanted to watch some beautiful dreams of flowers blooming in desperate situations and spring blooming in dead trees.
Even if he doesn't want to admit it, the fact is that it is like that. Xie Queshan seems to have a shocking power. He has made himself a god, and those who see him will become his believers.
If the last statue of a god in the world collapses and the ancient prehistoric era comes back, the wisdom, hard work and bravery of people for thousands of years, and the spirit that people have maintained and passed down with their flesh and blood will be overturned and not worth mentioning.
People want to live, and they don’t just want to live.
Zhang Yuehui felt ridiculous to himself, but he couldn't ignore the simplest wish deep in his heart, like that of millions of people.
There needs to be some fairness in this world. Good people must live a long life, otherwise the lonely souls in the eighteenth level of hell would be too crowded to be reincarnated as human beings.
But each of them has a different position. Song Muchuan has already compromised. It is enough for him as long as Xie Queshan lives. There is only so much he can do. But when Zhang Yue comes back, Xie Queshan's innocence is very important. .
He is not helping Xie Queshan, but saving himself six years ago, that young man who was just a little rebellious but harmless. He was still dreaming of wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and once he was all over the capital, and then he was The injustice that had no place to cry out was ground into the soil.
He was so confused, had his family done something wrong? If there was nothing wrong, why did it end like that? He couldn't understand and couldn't find the answer. He could only let the resentful young man disappear so that he could live without a care. It was he who killed himself.
In fact, it was never Xie Queshan that he hated, but the grievance that could only result in beating down teeth and swallowing blood. At this moment, he finally discovered and admitted it.
He found the crux of his terminal illness, and he also wanted to save the boy.
But Zhang Yuehui knows very well that if a person wants to fight against the current situation, it is like ants trying to shake a mountain, and they have to put in thousands of times of effort, not to mention that they are still fighting for the most vain innocence.
It may just be a little mud staining the robe, but the world will say that unless the water of the Yellow River is clear, it is not enough to prove it.
Xie Queshan had to be "dead" to trigger those deafening cries.
He also knew that there was a person like him who, even if he shouted until he was hoarse, would still beat the drum of opposition amidst the curses of millions of people.
He was cruel and let her go, even giving Xie Queshan a bowl of medicine to put him to sleep. Once he wakes up, he will not allow Nan Yi to run so desperately for his posthumous name. Everyone will only remain silent and compromise under his will.
Good people always suffer because of this, and they are willing to sacrifice themselves to help others.
Then let him be the bad guy.
Later, when Nan Yi insisted on going to Bianjing, Song Muchuan couldn't help but ask him why he couldn't tell Nan Yi yet?
Because it's not enough.
Even though everyone thought she was just a cattail, she couldn't do it.
But she has to take this path. Otherwise, how will they live in the future?
Living alone in the injustice of the world, burdened with stigma but unable to do anything, living like a rat on the street somewhere?
He knew better than anyone what it was like to live like that. There are so many poor people in this world, there is no need for one more.
He wanted them to be saved, he wanted the world to be black and white, and he wanted Nan Yi to have all the hardships and joys for the rest of his life and get his wish.
Then he can be saved.
He made another bet with fate, and he wanted to go on an adventure with her that had no escape route.
No, maybe it wasn't a gamble at all, but a devout sacrifice and prayer for destiny. He staked everything, even his own life, regardless of benefits and asking for nothing in return.
If it fails, there will be nothing to live in in this world.
But he was very sorry for her. Every time he frantically pushed in all the chips, he would always bring her suffering in vain. She didn't know that his paranoia was also included in all the things she went for Xie Queshan.
But she was so brave, and she still managed to get through such a difficult road. He had mistakenly thought that she was just a tiny moth, but later he discovered that she was the fire itself.
He was illuminated in the boundless sea of suffering, and he finally lowered his proud head in the twists and turns of the world. He put down the weapons with blades on both ends in his hands. He gave up hurting others and no longer hurt himself. He loves her very much because she is a good enough person that he can put all his awkward hidden emotions on her.
He secretly loved the world under the guise of loving her. She was his only outlet in the world.
He didn't need to possess her, she had already given him a hand, and he already had a direction to return.
He actually got his wish.
But he still wanted to be the little god in Wangchuan Valley, he was the miracle of the setting sun, and he played a prank with them on this land he had never set foot on.
They will miss him. He is the cunning one.
Hey, this world is not a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
