C69

Bu Yuntian's heart was filled with pity. He felt that the person in front of him was very weak and did not know how Mo Gu Han had treated him.

His clear eyes instantly darkened. He raised his hand and stroked Gu Mo Yan's hair, which had been blown about by the wind, as he consoled: "Speak slowly."

"Cotyledon... One of my attendants is not married to a guard anymore … You're still pregnant, Monarch … The King first turned the child into a meat patty for the imperial guards to eat, and then ordered the imperial guards to be thrown into the frying pan. " Gu Mo Yan said these words in an intermittent manner, as if he was reminiscing a long time ago, "Zi Ye, also died." His voice was so low that if Gu Moyan hadn't lifted his head to look at him, Bu Yuntian would have thought he was crying.

Gu Moyan's misty eyes stared at him, her gaze dull as she said, "I don't know what your reason is, but it's better if you don't go."

Bu Yuntian was not moved by his words and only shook his head. There were some things that he could not explain in a day and a night.

Bu Yuntian did not say anything else. He paid and arranged for him to stay in a nearby inn before leaving.

He hadn't thought that the emperor would be so cruel to the people who did not care about the world. Bu Yuntian clenched his fists and quickened his pace as he walked toward the Jiang manor.

Last time, he should have ended this battle quickly. Even if he were to put his life on the line, he should have killed that disgraceful Emperor. There would still be a next time.

He thought as he walked quickly. Soon, they arrived at the Jiang manor gates.

The soldiers wearing yamen's clothes stood in front of the big pot and distributed porridge to the poor families. This year, Jinzhou City had been in a drought since July, and the citizens had not been able to get anything, so they had to rely on the food that was given to them from the Imperial City.

Bu Yuntian felt that he had been fortunate enough to have such a good friend for three lifetimes. In the past few days, he had had a good conversation with him, so he decided to become friends with him. He was only going to discuss the plan to assassinate Mo Gu Han with him, and he didn't want to fail once again.

Bu Yuntian stood outside the porridge. As he looked at the happy faces of the citizens, his heart warmed.

"Bam!"

"Don't drink it, this is mildewed rice."

Bu Yuntian knitted his eyebrows as he looked over in that direction. The discordant sound of shattering bowls was especially loud. He walked over, thinking that that person was here to cause trouble.

"This porridge will kill you all if you drink it." Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the man continued to speak loudly.

"Cough cough, where have you come to the noble young master? Don't come here to cause trouble if you don't understand the poverty of our people." An older old man coughed a few times and looked up at that man. He was dressed in fine blue silk, embroidered with elegant hibiscus patterns, and had a goose-fat jade hairpin on his head.

At first glance, he looked like a young noble who had just stepped into the martial arts world. The old man shook his head and continued drinking the porridge in his hand.

The person in blue seemed to be in a good mood as he continued, "You just have to add a little vinegar to the porridge and you won't be able to eat it. Do you really want to continue drinking it?"

Bu Yuntian walked forward and pointed out the flaw in his words, "Since young master said you can't taste it, then how did you discover it?"

The blue robed young master tapped his nose as he looked at him with a smile.