Watching Zhang Lu run out, Jiang Zhen sighed.

Gao Haiyong came to his side and asked, "Why didn't the Overseer tell that little boy that Sun Ping committed suicide?" ”

Jiang Zhen shook his head and said softly: "This kid has the justice he insists on in his heart, and he is also trying to put that justice into action, if I tell him that Sun Ping committed suicide, I'm afraid that this kid will blame himself, I'm afraid that this kid won't be able to accept it." For Sun Ping, death is indeed a good choice, there is no punishment before death, and it is not easy to get a whole body to be buried with his family after death. ”

It's really not easy, there is a set of rules in this world, although there are always people in the upper echelons who will say that the people are important, but this is just to coax those people, and it has always been the superiors who bully people.

If Sun Ping is released, Xungui will no longer be the existence that those low-level people are afraid of, and the people who have been bullied by Xungui will do the same, and the Xungui will definitely not agree.

Dignity and humility are absolutely unchallengeable in this era, even if the lawsuit is brought to the front of the emperor, the result is the same, because the emperor is the greatest nobleman in the world.

Moreover, Sun Ping did kill people.

Therefore, Sun Ping will die, and no one can change this.

Gao Haiyong nodded approvingly, and then asked, "Then why does the Overseer still sigh?" ”

Why, exactly? Jiang Zhen thought about it carefully, and he said: "Probably influenced by that kid from Zhang Lu, that kid is different from everyone in the world, and one more thing, for some reason, this commander hopes that he is a good person in the eyes of that kid." ”

Gao Haiyong smiled slightly: "It's the same with humble duties, it's just that I'm afraid this kid has already taken us as bad guys." ”

Jiang Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "What if it's good or bad?" Our Jinyiwei is just a knife in the hands of His Majesty, and now that the world is not quiet, this knife must always be unsheathed. ”

Gao Haiyong was silent for a moment, but still asked, "What if the world is too peaceful?" ”

Jiang Xuan turned to leave, but he still told Gao Haiyong the answer: "Destroy the knife." ”

I have to say that Jiang Xuan's back at the moment is a little free.

……

The night passed.

When the sun shines into Jinling City, this sleepy city is also rejuvenated and vibrant.

The curfew is over, and the streets are bustling with activity.

The city gate opened, and Zhang Lu rushed out of the city gate as soon as possible, and trotted all the way to the forest ten miles south of the city.

This forest is not big, and Zhang Lu can easily find a new tomb from it, the tomb is new, and the tombstone is also new, but there is no word on the tablet.

Zhang Zhen knew that this must be the place where Sun Ping and his family were buried.

Xu knew that Zhang Zhen would come, and there were still a lot of tributes next to the tombstone, and paper money and candles were also prepared.

He laid out the offerings, lit the candles, and began to burn the paper money, moving very slowly, carefully separating each piece of paper, and he did not speak, but only burned it quietly, until all the paper money was reduced to ashes.

He stood up and stared at the tombstone as if the two of them had been in relative silence last time in prison.

From beginning to end, Zhang Lu did not say a word.

After standing for a while, Zhang Lu left.

By the time he returned to Jinling City, it was already 10 p.m. He hadn't eaten since last night, and his stomach was rumbling.

Zhang Zhen has never been very particular, he bought two buns that are not small, and when he was about to eat, he met the little beggar.

The little beggar was also conscious, knowing that he was dirty, so he didn't come forward to disturb Zhang Lu when he was eating.

Zhang Lu didn't dislike it, he came to the little beggar and sat down, wrapped a bun in oiled paper, and handed it directly to the little beggar.

The little beggar's eyes widened, he obviously wanted to eat, but he still asked timidly, "Give ...... For me? ”

Zhang Zhen nodded: "Eat." ”

The little beggar took the bun and ate it bite by bite, he ate it carefully and enjoyed it.

Zhang Lu shook his head and said, "Shouldn't eating be eaten in the wind and clouds?" Look at your movements, like a little girl. ”

The little beggar didn't refute, but pressed his face very low, but he still ate so carefully.

Zhang Zhen shook his head again and no longer paid attention to the little beggar, but took a bite of his bun.

After taking a big bite, he didn't get the filling, he was unwilling, and he took another big bite, okay, he still didn't get the filling.

Zhang Lu finally couldn't help it, and scolded loudly: "What a profiteer, this is a bun?" This is obviously a steamed bun! These words are not only to express dissatisfaction with the buns, but also to vent their hearts.

The little beggar looked up at Zhang Zhen and smiled slightly, his teeth were very white and his smile was very pure.

The smile seemed to dissolve the asymmetry of their identities and brought them closer by a lot, even though one was dressed in brocade and the other was covered in patches.

Although the stuffing is a little smaller, Zhang Lu didn't plan to waste food, he took another bite of the bun, and said: "You little beggar looks good when he laughs, if you wash it cleanly, it is estimated that he is also a little handsome guy, and when you are taller and stronger, you will definitely be able to fascinate thousands of girls." ”

The little beggar looked at Zhang Lu and said, "Actually, I ......."

Zhang Yan swallowed the bun in his mouth with difficulty, and interrupted: "You don't have to thank me, I didn't say a kind word." By the way, what's your name? ”

The little beggar shook his head and said, "I didn't ...... No name. ”

"It turned out to be a little stammer, or I'll call you a little stammer."

The little beggar quickly shook his head and said, "No...... Not good. ”

Zhang Lu said: "Isn't a little stuttering bad?" How nice it sounds! This is the name of the old boy, my favorite of Brother Hong Xinghao Nan. But also, the name of Little Stutter really doesn't match your image, that's the big brother's woman after all. ”

Although the little beggar didn't understand what Zhang Lu was talking about, he still shook his head very firmly and said, "No...... It's not good. ”

Zhang Yan thought for a while and said: "Although the name is a code name, it must always be full of meaning, I hope that all the poor people in the world have money to spend, or I will call you Yuanbao, right?" Ingot ingots, nice to hear, right? ”

The little beggar said, "Good ......"

Zhang Lu was also very satisfied, and said: "Of course, this name is good, and the meaning is far-reaching. ”

Who knew that the little beggar said with a blue face: "Okay...... It's ugly! ”

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, he laughed so much that he seemed to sweep away the haze of Sun Ping's death.

And the people on the street are all looking at Zhang Lu like fools, take a look, whose son is this? Isn't it crazy? He laughed like a fool, and he was in the company of a beggar.

This picture is somewhat inconsistent, but there is a hint of warmth from it.