C401 The World Was Unpredictable

An hour later, the most prosperous main street in Luoan City was completely blocked off. Ling Yun led thousands of Imperial Guards to escort Lonely Soul Legion through slowly.

The people who received the news had already blocked off the entire place. When they saw that the heroes of the past had been reduced to prisoners because of treason, an indescribable emotion surged in their hearts.

"Pui! Traitor! We have always treated you as heroes, but in the end, you have become traitors. Go to hell! "

At this moment, someone suddenly cursed and threw all the vegetables in his hand onto the faces of the people from the Lonely Soul. Countless onlookers followed suit. For a moment, saliva and eggs flew all over the sky. All kinds of insults and insults drowned the Lonely Soul's people.

In the end, if it wasn't for Ling Yun and the others who tried their best to stop them, the people of Lonely Soul would have been dismembered by the furious people even before they entered the imperial prison. It was a pity that the hero army of a generation had ended up like this. The world was truly unpredictable.

However, from the beginning to the end, the people of Lonely Soul were terrifyingly calm. Faced with countless insults and bullying, they just calmly walked forward. Their pace was neither fast nor slow, allowing the civilians to throw insulting rotten leaves, rotten eggs, and other things onto their faces and bodies. As people who had a death wish, they were already feeling nothing.

Ling Yun could not help but sigh when he saw this. He wanted to stop them, but he was powerless to do so. In fact, regarding the matter of the Lo Gucheng betraying them. . . Of course, he didn't believe it, but what could he do? The evidence was as solid as a mountain. What could he refute? The Lonely Soul Legion was founded by his senior brother, and he was now known as a traitor. As a subordinate, how could he shirk his responsibility?

By the time Ling Yun successfully imprisoned the entire Lonely Soul Legion in the Imperial Prison, it was already noon. The people who had surrounded them had all dispersed, leaving only a mess on the streets. Ling Yun walked past this place with mixed feelings. He silently stopped for a while before getting up and leaving.

Not long after, he arrived at the palace. In Clear Shadow Hall, Chu Feng was standing with his hands behind his back. When he saw him return, a trace of tiredness flashed across his brows. He asked in a deep voice, "How is the matter?"

Ling Yun said. "Replying to the Emperor, there are a total of 26,998 people from the Lonely Soul Legion. All of them have been detained in the Imperial Prison and are waiting to be released!"

The remaining 302 people are Zhou Hong and the main commander of the 1st and 1st divisions, Song Fei, and Yuan Hong, the main commander of the 2nd division.

"Ok. " Chu Feng nodded faintly and asked, "Have you found any clues about the matter that I want you to investigate?"

"Replying to the Emperor, ever since this subordinate received the orders, I have been investigating day and night. Finally, I did not let down my entrusted task and secretly colluded with Barbarian Tribe to kidnap the princess. Now there is evidence to prove who did it!" As he spoke, Ling Yun took a step forward and said a name in a low voice.

"Alright! You finally did something that didn't disappoint me!" Chu Feng quickly stood up, his eyes flashing with a trace of coldness. "You finally came out of the water. Heh, I'll go meet him tonight. "

. . .

It was still that unknown manor in the city. The old man indifferently wiped away a mouthful of tea and asked," How's the arrangements on Song Qian's side going? "

The scholarly man said, "Everything has been arranged. Song Qian expressed his willingness to die for the lord. "

"Mn, this person can be considered to be loyal and devoted to me. Moreover, he has always been a strategist and a talent that can be molded. If it wasn't for the fact that I had no choice, I really wouldn't be willing to abandon him just like that. Unfortunately, that Chu Feng isn't an ordinary person. If I wanted to hide from his eyes, I wouldn't be able to do so without paying a price. "

When he said that, the old man slowly closed his eyes and asked with slight emotion, "Does he have any other requests?"

The scholarly man thought for a moment and said, "He only hopes that Sir will treat his family well. There is nothing else. "

"Since he can die for me, I naturally cannot disappoint him. I will leave this matter to you. "

The scholarly man immediately nodded.

"By the way, has there been any news from the Feng family recently?" Putting down the teacup, the old man asked again.

"I heard from Feng Yian that the plan to chase after Son of Misfortune. . . Has failed. " At this point, the scholarly man carefully looked at the old man.

Sure enough, the old man's usually calm face revealed a trace of anger. "The mud can't support the wall. It really is useless. "

Seeing this, the scholarly man carefully asked, "Then do I need to teach them a lesson?"

"There's no need for that for now. I'll leave this score with them for now and slowly settle it with them in the future. " The old man waved his hand and said with a serious expression, "A puny Son of Misfortune is not enough to affect my plan. Pass down my order. The undercurrents in Luoan have been surging these past few days, and there are many eyes and eyes. Tell our people to calm down and not leave any evidence behind. "

The scholarly man responded and hastily retreated. Suddenly, he thought of something important and quickly turned back, saying, "Oh right, there is one more thing. That Lo Gucheng seems to have disappeared. Do you want me to send someone to catch him?"

"No need. He will return. " The old man stood up and looked out the window. He said with a faint smile, "He is a smart man and a good commander. He should know what will happen if he doesn't come. "

Soon, it was dusk. Under Chu Feng's instructions, Ling Yun led three thousand Imperial Guards to surround a mansion in the city. On the signboard at the door, there were two big words - Song Mansion.

"Who dares to intrude my Song Mansion!"

At this moment, a few guards rushed out when they sensed the commotion. However, after seeing the Imperial Decree in Ling Yun's hand, they obediently retreated, keeping silent like cicadas in the winter.

"By the will of the heavens, the Emperor declares. The Minister of War, Song Qian, was suspected of colluding with the Barbarian Tribe and subverting the state affairs. He specially ordered Ling Yun to go and arrest him. Anyone who dared to stop him would be killed without mercy! This. . . "

As soon as the Imperial Decree was issued, The dozens of servants in the Song Residence immediately fell to their knees in fear. Ling Yun, on the other hand, stood on a flight of stairs and glanced coldly at the people of the Song Residence. He shouted angrily, "Hurry up and call your master out!"

"An old friend is here to visit. Aren't you coming to have a drink?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind them. Looking towards the source of the voice, they saw a thin man sitting in the stone forest not far away. He was pouring wine and drinking alone, looking rather casual.

Ling Yun let out a cold snort when he saw this and said sarcastically: "He's already at the end of his life, yet he still has the mood to drink and have fun. Lord Song is so elegant!"

"Haha, Chief Ling's words are wrong!" It was precisely Song Qian. He could be seen laughing loudly as he leisurely walked over. He was obviously a little drunk. When he spoke, he said inversely, "Life is short and bitter. It was precisely because there was not much time left that he had to enjoy it. This way, your life will not be in vain. Come, come, come, come. Drink a few more glasses with me! "

Ling Yun would not allow him to cause trouble. Seeing this, he kicked him to the ground and said coldly: "Ignorant fool! Men, take down everyone here!"

Hundreds of Imperial Guards immediately took action. Before long, they had already arrested Song Qian and the guards.