Qiang Jin Jiu - Chap 33
After Li Jianheng fell down, he covered his face and choked.
Xiao Chiye knelt away from the debris. After a while, Li Jianheng calmed down and said, “You get up! You don’t need to kneel like this, you and I are brothers, so they are born.”
Xiao Chiye got up and said, “The old man is just a temper.”
Li Jianheng was depressed and covered his face for a long time, and said, “… They came to ask for accounts in three days and two ends, and I allowed it. I went out like silver, and I never said anything. These days, I’m worried all the time, and the tea is not Thinking, life is very unpleasant. Now that Hua Siqian is dead, Ji Lei is about to be chopped. May I be slow for a few days? Ce An, you do n’t know, I ’m sitting here, they are very dissatisfied. This If there are other options in the world, they will never ask me. ”
When he said that, he felt sad again.
“But why do I want to be an emperor? It was they who pushed me, and it was also them who cursed me now! Yu Shicheng of the Institute of Superintendents stared at me, and I went out to appreciate a flower, and they were going to scold me! An **** killed him and killed him, but when he was in Hairen, why couldn’t he give me a face? I’m also the emperor of Dazhou anyway! ”
Li Jianheng said more and more angry, but there was nothing on the table to smash, and he threw his thigh angrily.
“He described Mu Ru as an inferior man, and what kind of good guys are they! We used to eat on Donglong Avenue. Which of these people did not look at the road, and it was a junk thing to take off their pants! Mu Ruben is me If I had picked it from the home of a white man, if it wasn’t for Xiao Fuzi’s dog thing, she could fall into the hands of Pan Zei? My heart would be broken! ”
Li Jianheng uttered all the complaints, Xiao Chiye only listened. By the time he stopped, his breath was mostly gone.
“If they really treat me as an emperor, respect me, and I will be diligent and hard-working. The emperor entrusted me with these miles and mountains, and I want to be a prosperous monarch.” Li Jianheng said aggrieved, “… Hairen Just look down on me. ”
Xiao Chiye said at this time: “On the contrary, it is precisely because of the high expectations of the emperor that he can only speak so honestly. The emperor must not be inscrutable. You must know that Hai Gelao treats that 璞 璞 元Yao Wenyu, who is sculpting, is also severe. ”
Li Jianheng was dubious and said, “Honestly?”
Xiao Chiye said, “If not, why did Ge Lao kill Shuanglu today?”
Li Jianheng thought for a moment, and said, “… That’s it too.”
If Hai Liangyi didn’t value him, why would he ask him everything?
Li Jianheng thought of the days when he had been on the throne, and the queen mother gave him snacks. After Hai Liangyi learned, he specifically told him to change his spoon and chopsticks to silver.
Hai Liangyi is rigid and unsmiling. But he is different from Hua Siqian. He has no disciples. He has only Yao Wenyu as a student. In order to avoid suspicion, Hai Liangyi learned as much as Yao Wenyu, but he has not been an official. He never formed a party in the cabinet. He was desperate on the Nanlin hunting ground, and it was only him who rushed out to rescue Xiande Emperor.
He is an orphan in the book.
When Li Jianheng recalled, Xiao Chiye also had an idea.
Li Jianheng has a sentence to make it clear that if there is another choice in this world, the person who boarded the dragon chair today will not be Li Jianheng. But even Emperor Xiande had no choice. Li Jianheng might be the only person in this world.
Since they supported him, they must teach him. Da Zhou is now struggling with his country. It seems that the waves are leveling up, but the storm has already set off again.
The loyal and loyal ministers headed by Hai Liangyi are looking at Li Jianheng. He may be a dead tree in their eyes, but Hai Liangyi raised his hands and supported Li Jianheng with his elderly backbone. He wanted him to stay and return to the right path. Want him to be an emperor who can keep his name.
Xiao Chiye and Wen Chen have always not dealt with it, because the center of the capital is afraid of military power. These people are not only the invisible cage he was trapped in, but also the hard bones that Da Zhou can still hobble forward.
The generals are not afraid of death because they cannot.
Wen Chen is not afraid of death, because he is meticulous.
Li Jianheng was accustomed to slavery and yawning, and he needed a teacher like Hai Liangyi who could cope with the current disadvantages.
“Mrs. Mu is not famous. If the emperor is really interested, it is better to talk to the old man. Da Zhou is just when the emperor needs to be extended. As long as the emperor can be honest, the old man will not perfunctory.” Finally, “As for Ji Lei and Pan Rugui, have you heard that Dali Temple has not yet sentenced?”
Li Jianheng was thinking about Hai Liangyi’s goodness, and nodded absently, saying, “The accounts are not up to date, and we need to review …”
***
When Dongzhu was hollow, when Shen Zechuan hooked the thin cloth strip, the handwriting had been soaked with water, and he burned the cloth strip.
Xiao Chiye’s every move was in front of him last night. This man probably touched Dongzhu, but it was impossible to see what was written inside. But Xiao Chiye must have been skeptical, and Shen Zechuan’s answer on Fengshan was wrong. Xiao Chiye even told him the history of the banned army, waiting for him to speak frankly, but he denied it so decisively.
Shen Zechuan drank the medicine and drank it. The bitterness permeated his lips, and he suffered the pain, like the pain of looking back every day and every night. At the end, he laughed mockingly, wiped his mouth, and fell asleep.
He dreamed again.
The Chashi tiankeng in his dream is still the cold wind howling, he no longer lies underneath, but stands alone on the edge of the pit, overlooking the 40,000 sergeant struggling to survive.
The Biansha cavalry surrounds the tiankeng, like the black tide in the paint night. They have swallowed up the vitality of the Chinese defense team and turned it into a slaughterhouse.
As the wave rolled out of the dry bone, a hand stretched out, Ji Mu shaped like a cricket. He pulled out his upper body covered with long arrows, and choked on Shen Zechuan and called: “My brother hurts …”
Shen Zechuan was like a clay sculpture, unable to move and shouted. He was breathing fast, sweating coldly and biting between his teeth.
The headed Biansha cavalry wore a helmet, and the hair that fluttered with the wind had become a red in Shen Zechuan’s nightmare day after day. He raised his arm and pointed gently at the tiankeng. The arrows behind him fell like locusts, inserted into the body densely, pierced the flesh, and splashed blood.
The heavy snow also turned red. Shen Zechuan watched Ji Mu sink into the **** mud and was swallowed by the thick red Tao.
His hands were cold, and his blood was cold.
Shen Zechuan woke up.
As if nothing had happened, he sat up, carrying the light from the window, silent for a moment, and got out of bed to get dressed.
The guards lurking in the house watched Shen Zechuan leave the door, used his meal, and went to the bathhouse.
Half an hour later, the indifferent guard frowned and asked the people around him, “Why hasn’t he come out yet?”
The two looked at each other, and they didn’t feel the same. When the guard rushed into the bathhouse, he saw only neatly stacked clothes, and Shen Zechuan was long gone.
Tong Hongxuan packed the house, and asked someone to have tea. Sitting anxiously, he got up and went to the toilet. When the talent left the room door, he didn’t take a few steps in the corridor and was photographed.
Wu Hongxuan turned around, took a few steps back, and then said, “What the **** … how come out of it!”
“There are many things lately.” Shen Zechuan poured cold tea. “The third trial of Dali Temple, Ji Lei and Pan Rugui did not judge because Hai Liangyi and Xue Xiuzhuo didn’t pry out what they wanted.”
Tong Hongxuan looked around and whispered, “Why do you want to kill Ji Lei, but in the eyes of the public, what can you do? The flower party case involves a wide range of people, afraid that too many people will be bitten by them. Hai Liangyi was just to guard them from inexplicability Violent, so guard against death. You can’t move. ”
“I don’t do it,” Shen Zechuan smiled mockingly at Honghong Xuan, “but I have a way to get Ji Lei to speak.”
Tong Hongxuan looked at him for a long time, personally raised a teapot to pour tea for him, and said, “… what can I do?”
Shen Zechuan sipped tea and said, “Let me see Ji Lei.”
***
Ji Lei was sentenced to imprisonment for a long time. He was humped in chains wearing a yoke, listening to someone coming over, then opened the prison door, covered his head, and dragged him out.
Ji Lei was pushed into the carriage, and after a while, he was dragged down and thrown to the ground. The surroundings are quiet, only the corner of the wall ticking.
Ji Lei got up from the ground and asked, “Who?”
The drops of water splattered and no one responded.
Ji Lei’s spine was cold, and he supported his arms, and said tentatively, “… Haige is old?”
But still no one answered.
Ji Lei slipped between his throat, walking forward on his knees, and hit an iron fence. He groped, stabilized his body, and shouted, “Not Haige Lao, but Xue Xiuzhuo! What method do you want to torture me today? Just come!”
“… talk, why not talk ?!”
“Who is it, who is it? What do you want to do … Do you think I’m afraid if you don’t speak? I’m not afraid … I’m not afraid!”
Ji Lei dropped his bag between his arms, moved his eyes, and saw Shen Zechuan sitting in a chair in front of him.
As soon as Shen Zechuan struck Yuebai, clutching the handle of the chair, she stared at Ji Lei with an expressionless face.
There was a laughter in Ji Lei’s throat. He chopped the railing, squeezed his face, and said, “It’s you … Zhongbo’s wild dog. What did the evil animal ask your teacher and uncle to avenge Ji Gang, or revenge for yourself?” ? ”
Shen Zechuan didn’t say a word, and the pair of affectionate eyes smiled, leaving only a heavy, dark look.
Ji Lei couldn’t find any hate in it. He felt that he was not a flesh-and-blood person, but a hungry and hungry dog that had already begun to scavenge.
Ji Lei lowered his eyes and said with hate: “After Ji Jiawu, the person who broke Ji Gang’s lifeline is you. What are you looking at me for? Shen Zechuan, the person who killed Ji Mu is you Shen, 氏 | 躏 花You Ting’s people are also you Shen’s. How have you faced yourself since you lived so long? You are a ghost under tens of thousands of grievous souls, you are a continuation of Shen Weigou and stealth, you should be stunned … ”
Ji Lei laughed in a low voice, a little crazy.
“Do you think I’ll be afraid of you? No one wants wild hybrids, take off your pants and follow Xiao Er to make a good day? Haha!”
Shen Zechuan also laughed.
Ji Lei’s laughter ceased and he said coldly, “Are you funny? My situation today is also where you come from tomorrow.”
Shen Zechuan lowered his leg, leaned back on the chair in general thinking, and said, “I’m so scared.”
As soon as he spoke, he fluttered with irony.
“Evil, mongrel, wild dog, evil animal.” Shen Zechuan stood up, squatting outside the railing, and gradually laughed at Ji Lei. He said madly and restrained, “You’re right, that’s me. I am The evil spirits crawling out of Chashi Tiankeng, the hybrids left after Shen Wei **, the homeless wild dogs, and the evil animals scolded by thousands of people. You know me so much, Master, I am so happy. ”
Ji Lei couldn’t control himself to tremble.
Shen Zechuan looked at him, his eyes were far more gloomy than he was then, as if someone had died under this stunning layer of skin, and an unknown beast survived.
“Five years ago,” Shen Zechuan approached the railing, looking at Ji Lei’s fearful expression, and said gently, “I am kneeling here. What did you say to me the day you sent me to Zhao sin Temple?”
Ji Lei’s throat tightened. He wanted to answer but couldn’t say.
“I have a good feeling for your kindness,” Shen Zechuan said religiously, “every day, every night.”
