Wanbao Lady

Chapter 311 He is truly a chivalrous man!

The leading official shouted in disbelief, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could the prefect ask for the troops to withdraw?"

Hearing this, An Zhubu casually handed the letter to the other party and said, "If you don't believe it, read it yourself!"

The leading official snatched the letter and read it carefully, but his face became darker and darker.

What he said turned out to be true!

But how is this possible?

Murong Zhuo was also confused.

Based on his understanding of the prefect, it is impossible for the other party to just give up like this, right?

"Brother An, what is going on?"

Hearing this, An Zhubu took out another scroll from his sleeve, handed it to the other party, and said, "It's very simple. What the prefect wants is just one more achievement before the evaluation. You will understand after reading this."

Murong Zhuo immediately took the scroll, unfolded it, and found that it was a contract.

It basically said that if he stopped there and brought back the body of the criminal himself, the prefect would forgive him for everything he had done before, and he could even continue to hold his official position.

But if he insists on standing up for a dead person, then fine.

Within one month, he must lead a team to eliminate the bandits who have recently fled to Quyang County, Yingping Prefecture.

One month later, when the bandit suppression is complete, the prefect will strip him of his official position, demote him to a commoner, and his property will also be confiscated.

In this way, all the feelings between him and the prefect were wiped out and they owed each other nothing.

The prefect will also directly order the troops to withdraw tonight.

As for Qi Sheng's body, the prefect didn't want it anymore and left it to him to deal with as he pleased.

After reading it, Murong Zhuo bit his fingertip without saying a word and signed with blood at the end of the contract.

Seeing this, An Zhubu sighed helplessly, "Just as I expected, you are really determined to go all the way to the end, leaving no room for maneuver!"

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo smiled cheerfully, "Brother An still understands me. I'm sure you spent a lot of time and effort to get Lord Lu to make such a concession. Please accept my greetings!"

As he said this, Murong Zhuo was about to kneel down on one knee, but was stopped in time by An Zhubu.

"No, no, no, it's too much for me! If it weren't for you, my wife and daughter, how could we be alive today? This is just a piece of cake!"

Murong Zhuo raised his head and looked at the other person steadily, his eyes filled with emotion.

He understood that the other party must have made a great effort to persuade the prefect in such a short time after he left, to write these two deeds and handwritten letters, and to arrive here in time.

The hardships involved are beyond the understanding of outsiders.

"It's just... Is it true that Lord Lu would make such a concession just for one merit?"

He didn't care about his official position, whether he was demoted to a commoner or something.

It was just the right time for him to gain freedom and become a wanderer again.

He didn't care if his property was confiscated, because money was just something outside of one's body.

Lord Lu should know that he never cares about these things.

So, can he really just exchange one merit for another, and forgive what he did before, which could be considered as disobedience to the prefect?

Seeing his friend's puzzled expression, An Zhubu smiled meaningfully, then leaned over and said something in his ear.

Others may not be able to hear it, but Chongfan, a first-person observer, can hear it clearly.

"I told you, sir, don't force people in the underworld. If you push them too hard, they will do anything! It's better to let them go and leave some room for yourself."

After saying this, An Zhubu stood up straight, stroked his beard, and showed a slightly complacent smile on his face, looking calm and composed.

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo suddenly understood.

No wonder the prefect stopped so quickly.

It turns out it’s because of this!

Everyone knows that Jianghu people are a group of people who value friendship and loyalty over life and death.

If you push such a group of people too hard, not only will you lose a large number of manpower, but you may also suffer retaliation from the other side in the future!

Not to mention that Murong Zhuo had worked under the prefect for many years and knew the prefect a thing or two.

The prefect must have understood that if he really pushed his subordinate into a corner, the other party would definitely be able to do something that would be detrimental to him.

Although depending on Murong Zhuo's character, it is not certain whether he would do such a thing.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

The assessment is approaching, so it is better to avoid trouble.

For the sake of your own life and official position, just give him a way out and it will be easier for everyone.

After realizing this, Murong Zhuo immediately admired his good friend.

I couldn't help but bow once again.

"Brother An's kindness is something I will never forget!"

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Just like that, the officers and soldiers who came to the village to snatch the coffin left, and An Zhubu also left with a piece of deed.

As for Murong Zhuo, he stayed for the time being.

In addition to resting for the injury, more importantly...

He looked silently at the coffin behind him.

Walked up slowly.

There were bloody handprints on the top of the coffin, probably left by two heroes who died guarding the coffin.

This shows how fierce and tragic the battle was at that time.

He couldn't help but be moved.

At this time, an old man came forward tremblingly, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said, "Thank you, sir!"

Then he bowed.

As the old man bowed, all the villagers behind him followed suit. Even the children knelt down under the guidance of their parents.

"No, no, no, old man, please get up quickly, you are making me suffer!"

Murong Zhuo immediately helped the old man up, and then helped several others up one by one.

"Please stand up quickly! Please stand up quickly! I don't deserve such a great gift!"

When everyone got up, they saw the old man with tears in his eyes, and he said earnestly: "If it weren't for you, my lord, this coffin would have been taken away by them long ago, and Xiao Sheng's soul would never rest in peace. You deserve it, my lord."

Seeing the grateful eyes of the villagers, Murong Zhuo felt even more ashamed.

If it weren't for my unintentional mistake, Brother Qi wouldn't have died young!

Naturally, he would not lie in such a cold coffin.

It's a pity that he passed away before I could see him for the last time...

He must have hated me before he died!

Murong Zhuo closed his eyes, his throat choked.

"Did he... have any last words before he passed away?"

The old man nodded, "Xiao Sheng said that when he passes away... he wants to be buried at the highest point of the Hanging Coffin Cliff."

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo opened his eyes, but confusion was revealed in his eyes.

"Hanging Coffin Cliff?"

Isn't it time to rest in peace?

The old man nodded, his voice choking with sobs, "That's right. This is the tradition of our hometown. After the villagers die, they are buried on the cliff with hanging coffins. Legend has it that the higher the coffin is hung, the more blessings the deceased will have, and the better they can bless the living. Xiao Sheng, you are still thinking of us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hot tears fell from the old man's wrinkled face.

The other older villagers also cried out loudly.

Seeing this, Murong Zhuo was also deeply moved.

I feel even more regret and guilt in my heart.

Brother Qi, I am sorry for you!

He pressed his hands tightly on the coffin, his eyes first showing pain, then a flash of determination.

"Brother Qi's last wish, let me fulfill it for him!"

He said firmly.

When these words were spoken, even Chongfan, a bystander, was shocked, but then he was deeply moved.

What a chivalrous man!