Chapter 743

The scorching summer heat was oppressive.

Zuo Feng, a minor eunuch who had returned all the way from Yingchuan, poked his head out of the stuffy carriage and waved the silk cloth he used to wipe his sweat.

"Stop, stop, stop, let's rest for a while, let's rest for a while, it's hot enough to kill us."

The Imperial Guard cavalryman riding in front pulled on the reins of his warhorse.

Then the carriage Zuo Feng was riding in, and the carriage behind it loaded with goods, stopped one after another.

The prosperity of Luoyang did not refer to the city of Luoyang itself.

Inside the city of Luoyang, apart from the imperial palace, government offices, and the residences of the Three Excellencies and Nine Ministers, there was not much room for common people.

And the entertainment and shops in the city were basically only for the enjoyment of high-ranking officials and nobles in the city.

As for the million people of Luoyang, most of them lived outside the city of Luoyang.

Just like the Yu Township where Zuo Feng was at this time.

Although it was a township, it had more people than an ordinary county, with tens of thousands of people living here.

On both sides of the official road near the township, there were wine shops and eateries for merchants and passersby to rest.

The place where Zuo Feng got off the carriage at this time was an eatery.

The shopkeeper of the eatery was a shrewd person, and he saw at a glance that Zuo Feng's team was not ordinary.

Especially after seeing Zuo Feng, the shopkeeper immediately gathered all his energy.

Imperial Guard, holding a tally, eunuch.

This was clearly an envoy who had returned from patrolling on behalf of the heavens.

So after dismissing the waiters, he enthusiastically stepped forward to entertain them personally.

Under the protection of a group of guards, Zuo Feng sat in a pavilion and ordered a bowl of herbal tea.

Looking at the carriage behind the one he was riding in, Zuo Feng's irritable mood finally subsided a lot.

The carriage was piled with gifts that Duan Yu had given him before he left.

Of course, the gifts were not the most important thing.

The most important thing was that there were a thousand gold pieces pressed under those gifts.

In Zuo Feng's view, compared to Duan Yu, Zhu Jun and Huangfusong were like heaven and earth.

While thinking and fanning himself, Zuo Feng turned his gaze to the last carriage in the team.

The carriage was pulling a prison cage.

And inside the prison cage sat a person.

A person who was half-dead, with cracked lips, covered in dust, and disheveled hair.

If you didn't look carefully, you really wouldn't recognize that this was Wang Yun, the Inspector of Yuzhou, who was serving as Inspector of Yuzhou and supervising one side just a few days ago.

Wang Yun, the head of the Taiyuan Wang clan.

After taking a look at the half-dead Wang Yun, Zuo Feng rolled his eyes: "Who is bad to go against, but you had to go against the Former General. If I don't let you suffer a bit on this journey, how can I face the Former General?"

Zuo Feng was just talking.

A group of beggars, not very old, some looking to be fourteen or fifteen, ran out from somewhere and circled around Wang Yun's prison cart.

Wearing ragged clothes, each person had a broken bowl in their hand.

The year was not good, and disasters in various places led to refugees everywhere. People like this were not uncommon around Luoyang.

They were all looking for a place to get a meal.

But without a travel permit and a pass, they couldn't enter the city and could only wander outside the city.

Zuo Feng drank his honey herbal tea to himself, ignoring the group of little beggars who were hitting the prison cart with wooden sticks in their hands.

In the carriage, Wang Yun, with cracked lips, was awakened by the sound of the wooden sticks hitting.

He opened his turbid and bloodshot eyes and looked at the little beggars laughing around him.

Sorrow arose from his heart.

His eyes gradually became more and more resentful.

Of course, this resentment was not directed at the group of little beggars around him, but reflected the figure of Duan Yu.

He endured Zuo Feng's humiliation along the way.

He also endured the humiliation of the prison cart entering Luoyang.

All for the sake of being able to return to Luoyang alive.

As long as he could return to Luoyang alive, there was still a glimmer of hope!

His colleagues in the court, as well as Yuan Kui and Yang Ci, would not stand by and watch him die.

As long as he was still alive and had a breath left, he would seek revenge on Duan Yu.

The hatred of killing his son, the hatred of false accusations.

Next time, it will definitely be a fight to the death!

Wang Yun leaned weakly against the edge of the prison cart.