Chapter 331 The Last Wish of the Unlucky Beggar Father and Daughter 1
There were still many people queuing up in the courtyard at the ferry waiting for the task takers. They were very busy receiving one batch after another.
Changan randomly picked a man and a girl who were the farthest away from the crowd. They should be a father and a daughter. Both of them were in tattered clothes and had unkempt hair.
"What is your last wish?"
A big one and a small one ran forward happily. Maybe they knew that they smelled bad, so they didn't get close but stood far away.
The big beggar grinned and said innocently, "Little Goddess, can you please help us get revenge?"
"Okay, but it will cost you two-thirds of your merits in exchange." The golden light from the merits of these two people almost blinded her eyes. How could people with so much merits fall to the level of beggars?
The beggar agreed without hesitation, "I'll give you all of them. Our enemy is the third son of the prime minister. He rode a horse in the downtown area and the people who were trampled to death by the horse were not only my father and I, but also more than a dozen ordinary people.
He boasted that he was the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion and had the support of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and often bullied men and women on the street. The Prime Minister had great power in the court, and the third son's sister was the current queen, so the people had no place to seek justice. "
"I understand. Do you want to wipe out the Prime Minister's Mansion, or do you want to change the emperor?" They are familiar with this business, but this time her sixth father will not be the emperor himself. Without the freshmen and senior students to assist, it will be too tiring.
"Can the emperor be changed? That would be great. Kill the Prime Minister's Mansion and that useless emperor together."
"make a deal!"
In the next dimension, Chang'an and her sixth father started out as beggars, with only a bowl and a stick.
"Madam, please be kind and give me a steamed bun," Chang'an held a small broken bowl, and the little baby, who was three heads tall, tiptoed happily to beg. The father and daughter were like two pieces of black charcoal, and their white and shiny teeth were revealed when they smiled.
The proprietress was delighted by this scene, and thinking of doing a good deed that day, she gave each of the father and daughter a big steamed bun.
Changan said repeatedly, "Thank you, Madam Boss, thank you, Madam Boss."
If Chang'an hadn't been afraid that the proprietress would be struck by lightning, he would have kowtowed to her. They begged from seven or eight shops and stalls, but only the proprietress of this shop gave them food.
The father and daughter thought being beggars was quite interesting, so they planned to inherit the broken bowl from the original owner and continue the business.
They arrived on the morning of the day when the stampede occurred. The horse of the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion injured people at noon, which was about the time of the incident.
Changan and Gu Laoliu had only eaten half of their steamed buns when the long street was in chaos and screams of terror rang out one after another.
The horseman swung his whip arrogantly, "Get out of here, don't treat me as a master."
An uncle was unlucky enough to be whipped. His arms were covered in blood. He was angry but dared not say anything. He could only swallow his anger.
Chang'an and Gu Laoliu were mixed in the crowd. Seeing the horse raising its front hooves high and about to step on someone, Gu Laoliu picked up a stone and threw it at it. The horse neighed in pain and fell to the ground and died on the spot.
Young Master Feng fell heavily to the ground and hit his head on a stone. People on the street fled in panic. Some of them accidentally stepped on Young Master Feng's bones, causing them to crack.
"what!!!"
The shrill screams were drowned out by the crowd, and Young Master Feng San was trampled to death.
After everyone on the street had run away, his guards finally arrived. Seeing their young master lying on the street with wounds all over his body, the captain of the guards walked over to check with a pale face.
After seeing the miserable appearance of Third Master Feng, he fell to the ground in horror. His subordinates were curious when they saw the guard looking like this. Could it be that Third Master Feng was dead?
Several people stepped forward together and saw that the Third Young Master, who was so arrogant just now, had lost his human form and was being trampled to pieces.
"Boss, what should we do?"
The subordinates were so frightened that their legs were shaking. They arrived a little late, and the Third Young Master was trampled to death by a group of untouchables. Their lives were in danger.
The fact that they were late was also the work of Chang'an and Gu Laoliu. Chang'an released Xiaohua and Monkey Brother to delay the guards, so they caught up so late.
The Feng family guards were in great grief as they took the third son, who had already died, back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
See how simple it is? In one round, Mr. Feng San was sent to see his grandmother.
Late at night, the only sound on the street was the night watchman's knocking. "The weather is dry, be careful with fire."
Chang'an and Gu Laoliu were flying over the rooftops of the long street, led by a Ma Luo wearing flowery shorts and a flowery shirt.
The Prime Minister's Mansion was brightly lit all night long. The Prime Minister's wife cried bitterly, repeating the same words over and over again, "My son, why did you leave so early? How can I live?"
The Prime Minister was more angry than sad. He had many sons, and even if one died, he still had five. The dead one was the most useless one in the family. He was not angry about Feng San's death, but about the people who trampled Feng San to death today. They were stepping directly on his face.
But there was nothing he could do. There were so many people on the streets. He couldn't kill all the citizens in the capital, right?
If this is the case, no matter how much the emperor favors him, it will be useless and might even cause turmoil in the State of Li. He still wants to be the prime minister in peace.
If there were a change of dynasty, he might not be able to keep this position.
The eldest lady's crying and shouting gave Prime Minister Feng a headache. He angrily scolded, "All right, you just know how to cry and cry."
"Master, you must help Dong'er get revenge. Capture all those untouchables. I want them to be buried with Dong'er." The eldest lady hated the people so much that she felt it was all the people's fault. Her son wanted to ride a horse on the street, so why didn't they get out of the way?
"Shut up," a teacup flew over and hit the eldest lady's forehead. The boiling hot tea mixed with blood flowed down the eldest lady's old face.
The eldest lady screamed in pain and then fell to the ground.
Prime Minister Feng hastily instructed the housekeeper, "Send it to the ancestral tomb for burial tomorrow."
There was no funeral or anything, just a thin coffin. The butler lowered his head and responded, "Yes, sir."
Prime Minister Feng was dealing with the affairs of the third son of the Feng family in the front hall. Chang'an and Gu Laoliu had already robbed the two treasure houses of the Prime Minister's Mansion and emptied the granary.
Still not satisfied after the move, the father and daughter began to dismantle the Prime Minister's Mansion, including tiles, beams, and furnishings in the room. They moved away everything that could be moved, leaving only the load-bearing walls.
The people in the Prime Minister's Mansion watched helplessly as the Mansion was looted, and they were powerless to stop it because they didn't see anyone. They just watched stupidly as things inexplicably disappeared.
Prime Minister Feng wanted to ask, "Who is playing tricks?"
But seeing the tiles and beams disappearing out of thin air, you can’t do anything by playing tricks. Is this really a ghost?
"I wonder which ghost fairy passed by here? Has Feng ever offended the ghost fairy?"
Prime Minister Feng was extremely respectful. Invisible things are the most frightening, let alone a powerful ghost.
The conspiracies and intrigues in the court can be avoided, but the invisible things cannot be avoided.
Chang'an's ethereal voice rang out above the Prime Minister's Mansion, "No, I just don't like you."