Chapter 2917 The Real World 267

When the white cloth was completely spread out, all the civil and military officials of the dynasty could clearly see what was on it.

It was a blood book, written in blood by the people of Yanzhou.

Master Zhou, the doctor of the censor, said to Emperor Wenxuan, "Your Majesty, this is the blood letter written with blood by the countless people of Yanzhou. It is their voice. The reason why the people of Yanzhou can survive this catastrophe safely is because of thunder. The second head of the family, and now the second head of the Lei family is going to be beheaded. After the people of Yanzhou learned about this, Wanmin petitioned and wrote this blood letter."

"Who is Lei's second-in-command?" Emperor Wen Xuan asked.

Even guessed.

"It's this son's mother, Mu Zhitao. She lost all her family's property, and even after the catastrophe, she came up with a solution all night. How could someone with such a heart for the world brutally kill the Zhang family? The scumbag. Please also ask the sage to see the fall."

Just then, a little eunuch gave the chief executive a wink. The chief steward walked down quietly and returned to his original position after hearing the words of the chamberlain.

He whispered beside Emperor Wenxuan: "Sir, Yuzhou has sent a document with great speed."

"Pass it on."

"pass."

A waiter hurried up carrying something, the chief executive walked down the steps, opened the box, and his pupils shrank after seeing what was inside.

"What is it?"

The chief executive took out the things and hurriedly handed them to Emperor Wenxuan.

Emperor Wenxuan spread it out and saw that it was another blood letter, and another blood letter for the second head of the Lei family.

Emperor Wenxuan's face was a little ugly, not because of these bloody books, but because of the dirty things in the Ministry of Punishment.

"Everyone, dear gentlemen, come and have a look. This is what the people of Yuzhou sent to me."

Emperor Wenxuan stood up and spread out the blood book.

Manchu civil and military officials looked at the blood book with complicated expressions.

It is not easy for the people of a state to intercede for her.

Now there is another state capital to speak for her, which is rare.

At this moment, there was a sound from outside, and Emperor Wen Xuan said directly: "Let the person delivering the letter come in directly."

After a while, a haggard, pale-faced, embarrassed young man walked into the hall.

"Long live my emperor, long live my emperor."

"What did you bring?"

The man said tremblingly, "The Caomin came with the voice of the people of Jingzhou. We traveled day and night, but fortunately lived up to the expectations of the people of Jingzhou, and arrived before the benefactor's execution."

The man took out something from his arms, and everyone saw the blood book again.

The blood was so beautifully written that someone recognized the words.

Emperor Wenxuan also felt familiar, "Who wrote this book?"

"Fang Jingxuan, Mr. Fang."

The minister below began to whisper.

"Sure enough it's him."

Fang Jingxuan was a great Confucian in the Jingzhou area and a great Confucian in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Emperor Wenxuan wanted to summon Fang Jingxuan to become an official several times, but they refused, preferring the life of Xianyun Yehe.

He actually wrote this blood book by himself, and its weight is very heavy.

Tang Jingyu's face became ugly, he never thought that such an appearance would appear today.

He absolutely did not believe that it was a coincidence.

The fourth prince, Gu Fanzhi, was beating a drum in his heart, and involuntarily looked at Tang Jingyu.

Although he didn't do it this time, he knew very well who was behind it all.