"Young Master Chang, you..." Chang Yue's sudden move made the soldiers near him pale.

Although there was a command above that they were not allowed to move and disrespect Chang Yue. But after all, everyone knew what Chang Yue was now.

Giving enough face does not mean respecting him from the bottom of his heart.

Chang Yue is the son of a criminal minister. He was forced to the end of his journey. Who knows if he would make such a fierce move as a counterattack?

That's right, Chang Yue lifted his robe. The two officers and soldiers walking beside Chang Yue looked at each other when they saw this scene, thinking that Chang Yue would take out a dagger with silver light.

Just as he was about to step forward and take it down, he found that Chang Yue had just taken off the outermost layer of long gown, and there was nothing wrong with it: "Young Master Chang, it's cold, what are you doing?"

But Chang Yue's movements were far from stopped. Dong Japan was wearing thick clothes. He took off several clothes in a row, and only a thin inner shirt was left. Then he stopped: "Don't bother me, please lead the way."

The officers and soldiers were shocked by Chang Yue's actions, and after a while, they turned around: "Young Master Chang, you are really strong."

Although it was not snowing at this moment, Luo Ting only wore a shirt, which was basically the same as naked. Chang Yue lost his bloody face, and his face looked pale and powerless. He didn't think this was a sign of backbone, he just didn't want to go back to his past life.

Fortunately, the other man was sharp-eyed and soon saw something wrong. He rushed to correct it: "What are you talking nonsense? Young Master Chang is so courageous!"

Whether it is backbone or courage, this is just a little sympathy and comfort revealed in the eyes of others.

Chang Yue quickly followed several officers and soldiers to the new residence that Gong Youbo mentioned. This is a villa, which does not cover a vast area, but it is also a very stylish building in Luoting.

Chang Yue was very uncomfortable, so he frowned and asked, "Is this the new residence that Master Kong mentioned?"

Why is this residence no less than the Changfu? In other words, who would place the son of a criminal in such a place? The more you think about it, the more you feel uneasy?

Fortunately, all this finally got the answer from an officer and soldier: "It seems that Mr. Chang really doesn't know that this villa is also one of the private property of your Chang family."

"How much did my father hide?" It was not until this moment that Chang Yue finally realized that his father had never treated him sincerely: "Why did Lord Kong invite some people to bring me over?"

What made Chang Yue feel exhausted physically and mentally was to try to guess other people’s thoughts. Instead of guessing and not being able to get to the point, it would be better to go straight to the point and ask what it was better to come.

"Little Young Master." An officer and soldier suddenly changed his words, probably because he thought that mentioning Chang's surname was equivalent to using a sharp sword to insert it into his heart: "We Lord Kong also acted on orders. Before the matter was completely settled, this villa will not be sealed for the time being."

The implication is that this villa will be sealed sooner or later. Chang Yue nodded: "I understand, thank you for yours."

During the few days I lived in the villa, I was really lonely and lonely. The officers and soldiers of Gong Yubo personally delivered all three meals a day, and everything I needed was enough. Even more comfortable than when I was in Changfu before.

But Chang Yue lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was not that the human heart was over, but that the torture in the mind could not be eliminated by serving delicious food and drink.

Chang Yue was waiting for someone. He lived in a different courtyard, but his movements were quite limited. He was not bothered. He was a smart person and understood his situation.

Three days later, news came from Gong Youbo, saying that the Prince of Hou of Pingyang rushed to Luo Ting to be responsible for the final work of the time.

"Young Master Chang, Prince Jue has arrived at Luo Ting." This time, the person who came to the other courtyard was Gong Yu Bo. He hadn't seen him for many days, and his face became a little haggard: "He wants to see you."

"Okay, just..." Chang Yue turned his face and looked at a big urn full of water. "I'm afraid I'll scare him in this way."

Gong Youbo knew the unspeakable pain in Chang Yue's heart. If anyone had done this, it would have been a difficult time, but he had to endure: "The prince told me that I dare not neglect it."

Ling Jue was waiting in the government office. As long as the wind and snow were taking a break, he would make people rush to the shortest time he spent on the road.

"Crown Prince Jue, I've brought him here." Gong Yubo went to report first.

Previously, Ling Jue had only met Gong Youbo a few times, and he could only be in a state of indifference: "Please trouble Master Kong, Chang Yue..."

Gong Yubo quickly retreated to invite him. Looking at his neither humble nor arrogant figure, Ling Jue felt a little comforted. He had been making extreme balance in front of others, in order not to flatter the elders, nor to be arrogant in front of his peers or even subordinates.

What Ling Jue wants to be is actually a person who can't be caught by anyone who deserves criticism. He knows the right position and can still stand firm.

However, when facing Chang Yue, Ling Jue was always feeling guilty. This guilt was not because he eliminated the prefect Chang and Luo Ting's other forces that were unfavorable to the court. Eliminating the unfavorable forces was originally the responsibility of being a minister.

"Criminal, Young Master Chang is here." Gong Youbo's thick and special voice sounded, which forced Ling Jue to turn his eyes.

"Chang Yue, are you... okay?" Yes, all his guilt was tied to Chang Yue, just him.

That day, he was close to Chang Yue. Although he had a sincere heart when he interacted with him, he had the intention of taking advantage of fraud from the beginning. This was always a hurdle that Ling Jue could not overcome.

"Ling Jue, why are you here now?" Chang Yue raised his sleeve and wiped his tears. The fragility that had accumulated for a long time finally collapsed. He didn't care about how many eyes there were present here, and he just sobbed and choked up.

"Sorry, there are too many things to be arranged in Kyoto." Ling Jue raised his hand and shut up everyone, except for the Yi Fengliuyun and the Jiang family who had followed him all the way: "I couldn't do it in the end, I'm sorry."

"I just want to ask you one thing." Chang Yue suddenly grabbed his shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes almost squeezed into a clump: "Which other courtyard was also done by my father?"

"Yes." Ling Jue didn't hide anything. Chang Yue would know these things clearly sooner or later.

I knew earlier that it was only good for him: "Your father has been plundering people's wealth and money for many years. He not only bought a private house, but also used his position to force others to sell stolen goods for him."

Chang Yue seemed to have been drained from all his strength, and his hands, which were holding Ling Jue's shoulders, hung weakly, "I understand."

"No, you don't know." Ling Jue pulled Chang Yue's right arm down and forced him to listen: "I'm sorry Chang Yue, I know this is very cruel to you. But you don't know what your father did without you."
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