The silver-faced Langjun said that he has clear grievances and grievances, and he will bear as much punishment as he does if he does great evil, but he feels that these are far from enough.

The lives of hundreds of girls were destroyed in his hands, and those girls were inhumanly tortured before they died, this Han Yanfeng, it is not a pity to die 10,000 times.

The silver-faced Langjun chased after him with a smile and said, "I thought you would save him!"

Shangguan Qianyu frowned and said coldly, "Why should I save him?"

The silver-faced Langjun said: "You are the same master!"

Shangguan Qianyu paused slightly. Yes, in Jing Yan's heart, he is regarded as a pawn that can be used. He did think about helping Jing Yan ascend the throne, Jing Yan was the king, he was a minister, wasn't Jing Yan his master?

But now, he doesn't think that anymore.

He continued to move forward, not to say whether there was an antidote in the hands of the silver-faced Langjun, even if there was, he would not save it.

As for giving him a hard time?

How can there be such a good thing in this world? I have killed so many people and want to die happily?

The silver-faced Langjun called someone to find a servant woman to take the two little girls on the bed here and put them in good place.

Shangguan Qianyu left some people here to deal with the aftermath and rushed to Huaiyang County by himself.

In order to worry that there were people here who were unfavorable to Su Jueping, he asked people to send people to Huaiyang County, where there were Qincha guards and his main force of secret guards, even if someone wanted to fight Su Jueping's idea, it would not succeed.

Along the way, the silver-faced Langjun also followed.

It was Shangguan Qianyu who took the initiative to go on the same road with the silver-faced Langjun, because the silver-faced Langjun said that he would be equipped with medicine that could cure Su Jueping within seven days.

It doesn't matter what secrets Su Jueping keeps, but this is Qingrui's uncle, and he will definitely protect him.

Even if he is an enemy of Jing Yan because of this.

A hint of ridicule welled up in his heart.

After he knew what Jing Yan had done, could he and Jing Yan still be friends?

Of course not.

When the news of An Yanghou's death reached the capital, Jing Yan should no longer have any trust in him, and besides, he wanted to get rid of him, right? After all, he had repeatedly ruined Jing Yan's affairs, and he also knew too many secrets about him.

These Shangguan Qianyu don't care, the disaster relief is ordered by the emperor, no matter whose interests are harmed, he will not scruple. After the disaster relief is over, he will return to the capital to resume his life, and then come to meet these open and dark swords.

It's just that Qingrui's little uncle has been killed by Jing Yan, and Qingrui knows how sad she should be?

Now Qingrui is in the Shadowless Valley, according to Xuyun's words, there is a poison in her body, although there is no danger to her life, but it is also more troublesome, and she lives in the Shadowless Valley in order to practice a kind of martial arts to save her life, and she has a chance to get the favor of the Shadowless Valley Lord, and the Shadowless Valley Lord accepts her as an apprentice and teaches her personally, which is a great opportunity.

He couldn't bring the dead back to life, so he could only help her take care of her uncle.

The matter of the Marquis of Anyang, the silver-faced Langjun did it very neatly, Shangguan Qianyu, as a member of the court, and he was also a Qincha, should take any measures against the silver-faced Langjun, but Shangguan Qianyu did not.

If it weren't for him, as an official of the imperial court, he would have done the same after learning about what the Marquis of Anyang had done.

It takes three days to travel from Annan County to Huaiyang County.

In the evening of the next day, they stayed at an inn in the town of Bisong, on the border of the two counties, which was still open.

That night, Shangguan Qianyu stood in the courtyard, looking at the few stars, looking depressed.