Chapter 142 Sudden Assassination
My master is in trouble, I have to go save him!
This was Fang Sanniang’s first thought, but in an instant, this thought was suppressed. Her master was a master of the sixth level, and even he was in trouble. What could a mere master of the third level do?
What did Master see? Why did he want me to leave Nanyang? The governor has released grain, and everyone can go home. I will go with him. Why do you want me to leave so quickly?
Fang Sanniang felt that her brain was not enough. The most important thing she should do now was to follow the master's instructions and leave immediately. What about the master?
Yes, yes, there is someone who is smarter than me, he must know what to do!
Fang Sanniang held Mei Gu's hand and said, "Mei Gu, you and your uncle, take all the disciples back to the headquarters immediately. This is Master's order!"
"Why? Did something happen to the helmsman?"
"Listen to me, Mei Gu. Hurry up and leave. Take only those who came with us. The new converts won't leave. Hurry up!"
"Sanniang, where are you going?"
"I'm going to look for someone. Don't worry, you go first, I'll follow you!"
Fang Sanniang used her footwork and rushed out of the camp like a gust of wind, heading straight for the shed on the mound not far away.
Zhao Yushu was sitting under the arbour, playing with an object in his hand over and over again. It was a folding fan.
I don’t know what material the ribs of the folding fan are made of, it looks like jade but it’s not jade, it exudes a warm and moist glow and it feels warm and comfortable to hold in the hand.
The fan surface is made of Yunling satin, which is quite precious on the market. Although it is not as good as Tiancan silk, it is also very rare.
There is a landscape painting on the fan, and at the bottom of the landscape are two lightly sketched figures. Although only their backs are shown, it is clear that they are a man and a woman.
There was no poem, only three words "To my brother", plus a small Lan Ling private seal.
Looking at Zhao Yushu opening and closing the folding fan over there, Wang Buzhi and A Yao looked at each other and revealed contemptuous eyes.
A red whirlwind rushed towards the mound quickly.
Zhao Yushu and Mr. Qin looked at the red whirlwind at the same time. Mr. Qin took a look and turned his head away, while Zhao Yushu was stunned.
Fang Sanniang stopped in front of him, panting: "Follow me!"
Seeing Zhao Yushu being dragged away by Fang Sanniang, A Yao was stunned: "Master Wang, what Brother Zhao was holding just now should be a token of love, right?"
Wang Bushi spat out the melon seed shells with a sound of "Puh" and said, "What do you know about tokens of love, little brat? Probably, um, maybe."
"That definitely wasn't given by the sister in red just now."
Wang Buzhi thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be. That girl is from outside the city. How can she afford such an expensive gift?"
"Your circle of rich people is really messy."
Wang Buzhi's face suddenly became dark. If you want to scold him, just scold him. Why add the word "men"?
"Sanniang, what happened?" Zhao Yushu was pulled down the hill by his sleeve and came under the shade of a tree. Fang Sanniang took out a piece of letter and gave it to him.
Zhao Yushu quickly glanced through it and said, "I was wondering why so many refugees suddenly went to the construction site. It turns out they came to build a granary. Aren't there any people in the city?"
Fang Sanniang shook her head, and Zhao Yushu frowned: "What do these verses mean? Why did the old helmsman write these?"
"This is a secret message. Master told me to leave Nanyang as soon as possible!"
Zhao Yushu raised his head suddenly: "Open conspiracy!"
"what?"
"This is the governor's conspiracy! All of your Red Lotus Cult's plans have been exposed. Now the lives and deaths of these disaster victims all depend on the governor's decision!"
Fang Sanniang was stunned: "I don't understand."
"I was wondering why the granaries would be opened to release grain. But if that's the case, what is Wang Shaolin doing here? If we don't release grain now, won't it arouse public resentment? The governor has already agreed to release grain, so he can't go against the governor."
Zhao Yushu looked back at the mound. Wang Shaolin was still sitting under the arbour, enjoying fruits and delicacies with a calm demeanor. It was impossible for him not to know about the release of grain. Why was he so calm?
No, no, when Wang Shaolin first came to Nanyang, he clearly stated that the refugees were rioters. In other words, if he was fearless, it proved that he had a way to turn these refugees into rioters.
Once the distribution of grain is successful, the refugees will inevitably disperse and his idea will fail.
Therefore, Wang Shaolin must have a backup plan to prevent the release of grain!
"Fang Sanniang, listen to me. You must obey your master and leave Nanyang immediately. You cannot interfere with what happens next."
Zhao Yushu has roughly figured out the clues now, but there is still one point he hasn't figured out. The release of grain is the result of negotiations between the dean and several Nanyang families and Governor Lan. The Nanyang families want to invest in Zhao Yushu, the dean and General Sun want to use this to strike a blow against Duke Yue, and Lan Rong wants to stabilize the situation without spending the court's money. It would be beneficial for him to appease the refugees, so these people should have the same goals.
Only Wang Shaolin stood against everyone. With the shrewdness of those old foxes, it was impossible for them not to be wary of Wang Shaolin, unless they had guessed wrong.
"I can't leave. Something happened to my master."
Zhao Yushu looked at her speechlessly: "Can you rescue your master or stop Wang Shaolin? I'm going to the academy now, listen to me, let's go."
Looking at Fang Sanniang who lay motionless, Zhao Yushu sighed helplessly, turned around and left.
Fang Sanniang may be a kind person, but she is definitely not someone who can get things done. She is too young, so young that she is a little naive.
I am not her parent or brother, nor am I even a particularly good friend. She trusted me and came to me to explain the current situation. I fulfilled my obligation to explain and gave advice. As for whether she listened or not, that is none of my business.
Just as Zhao Yushu ran back to the mound, a fast horse arrived almost at the same time. The rider jumped off the horse with a plop and crawled to Wang Bushi.
"Master! Something happened to the master!"
In the academy, Wang Bushi and Zhao Yushu were waiting anxiously outside the door. Several famous doctors in Nanyang City were in the room, including two monks who were quite proficient in medicine.
"How could this happen? How could this happen!" Wang Buzhi clenched his fists tightly and paced back and forth in hatred.
A middle-aged man with a rough face was pale and looked depressed as he sat on a bamboo chair in the corridor: "I'm sorry, brother, I'm useless and can't beat him."
This middle-aged man is the son of Dean Wang’s good friend. He had attended gatherings in their circle on behalf of his father before. He is not good at business, but his cultivation is at the sixth level. In recent days, especially after Zhao Yushu was killed by Mr. Qin in the middle of the night, he has been responsible for protecting Dean Wang.
And today, a cultivator actually broke into the academy in broad daylight and fought him off, severely injuring Dean Wang with one blow. If Dean Wang didn't have a protective treasure, this blow would have been enough to take his life.
"Brother, have you figured out the murderer's origin?" Zhao Yushu approached the middle-aged man and asked with a bow.
"His cultivation is equal to mine. We just came back from the government office, and he jumped in as soon as we entered the door. I exchanged palm strikes with him, but his palm power was continuous and I couldn't keep up."
Zhao Yushu was stunned: "Continuously, Wangjiang Tower?"
When Zhao Yushu had fought with Mr. Qin before, he felt that the other party's breath adjustment was very powerful. Once the spiritual power was released, it was like the endless flow of the East-flowing River. If it were not for his superb footwork, he would not be able to withstand a few moves.
"But Mr. Qin was in the shed with us just now." Wang Buzhi was a little confused.
"Who said that only Mr. Qin came to Wangjiang Tower..."