It was pitch black just now, and Zheng Duanwen didn't notice when he led the people in. When he entered the room and stood under the candle, he realized that the young man had a lame leg.
Xue Shengping stepped down and asked the young man to sit down and talk.
"Dare to ask your son Gao's name?"
"Fu Ya." The young man had a sarcastic look on his face, and said with the corners of his mouth hooked: "Sir, you must have never heard of it. But I have a brother named Fu Shen, you must know."
When Zheng Duanwen was outside the door, he saw that the clothes on his body were all rare and high-quality materials. Although there was only a purse hanging around his waist, it was very delicate and meticulous. He didn't look like a rogue, and he refused to say his name. People bring in. Unexpectedly, this "smooth" actually brought back the brother of the mortal enemy!
But to be honest, they have been in the capital for quite some time, and they have never heard that Fu Shen has a brother.
When Prince Jinguo was still the Marquis of Jingning, he had already separated from the Duke Ying's mansion and lived in Beppu. Over the years, he had little contact with the original mansion and hardly moved around. After the war, even Duke Ying's mansion With each passing day, he was extremely powerful, and he never helped the Fu family once.
The difference between the north and the south cannot be understood by people who are not in the DPRK, but Fu Ya, a son of an aristocratic family, should also have some understanding of the situation in the DPRK. He came to look for Xue Sheng at this time. I'm afraid this is not "unfamiliar", but "centrifuged".
"When I was in the south, I heard that Lord Xue's beloved daughter committed suicide because of the empress," Fu Ya said. "Although Lord Xue never revealed it, he must still regret it to this day."
Xue Sheng was suddenly stabbed with a scar, his expression was slightly cold, and he said solemnly: "Since you know that this old man hates Fu, how can you dare to go to my Xue's door?"
"Because, like you, I hate Fu Ya," Fu Ya laughed nervously, licking his canine teeth with the tip of his tongue, "especially the one surnamed Fu."
There was a kind of undisguised, almost innocent malice in his demeanor, his eyes narrowed when he laughed, and his eyes looked like poisonous snakes, which made the two old men horrified for a while. Xue Sheng sweated a little in his palms, and asked calmly, "So, you want me to help you deal with him?"
"No," Fu Ya shook his head, took out a roll of things from his sleeve, held it in his hand and shook it towards the two of them, as if showing off, "It's me, here to help you deal with him."
He threw the paper scroll in his hand to Xue Sheng, and Zheng Duanwen also came over to look at it. After he glanced at ten lines, he breathed a sigh of relief and broke down in cold sweat.
"The correspondence between my uncle and the southwest rebel Duan Guihong, the assassination case at the birthday banquet that caused a sensation in the capital, has nothing to do with him." Fu Ya crossed Erlang's legs and asked proudly, "How is it? think?"
There were two letters in that volume, as well as several gift lists and documents, which stated how many "special products" Southwest sent to Duke Ying's residence every year.
Xue Sheng's hand holding the paper page trembled slightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out: "King Guogong... Do you know what you are doing?"
"Who would have thought that the famous third master of junk in the capital was not a junk, and he would make you play around under the eyes of so many people! Hahahahaha..."
He stopped laughing suddenly, as if he had suddenly fallen into some kind of chaotic madness, and said angrily: "The bullshit princes and generals are all fucking beasts! Dressed in sane human skin and full of hypocrisy, who knows what's in the core. What the hell is it! He deserves to be assigned to a man, cut off his offspring, die and go down to eighteen levels of hell..."
Fu Ya's mouth was full of foul language, and he heard Xue Sheng and Zheng Duanwen, who came from a family of poetry and etiquette, show disgust on their faces. I don't know how a good son of a family can be brought up like this. He seems to have a disorder of insanity. Crazy madman.
Zheng Duanwen coughed dryly and said, "Mr. Fu, do you know that these things in your hands will bring disaster to the Duke of Yingguo? Fu Tingyi is your elder, he and Fu Shenruo have really committed heinous crimes. But as a rule, you have to ask about the punishment, you can think about it."
Xue Sheng glanced at him, as if he didn't expect him to have such kindness.
Fu Ya was completely immersed in his own emotions, he couldn't hear anything, he leaned forward and backward with laughter, his voice was hoarse, as if blood was about to burst from his throat: "Hahahahaha... It's good to be dead, it's good to be dead. Don't leave anyone behind! And that bitch... The head of Feilongwei, Yan Xiaohan, should be sentenced to a thousand cuts!"
"What a family of hairpins and lings, full of loyalty and righteousness! In the end, the nine clans will be involved, and everyone will be clean!"
"Brother Yunping," Zheng Duanwen whispered to Xue Sheng, "I think he looks like he has taken the symptoms of 'Qiu Yebai'. This person is confused, and his words are somewhat credible, and further verification is needed. ."
"I know," Xue Sheng carefully rolled up the pages and issued the eviction order without changing his face, "It's getting late, Fang De should go back to the mansion first. I will find someone to place Fu Xiaogong, and don't tell me about tonight's matter. the ears of others."
Zheng Duanwen's heart froze, and he said to Xue Shengchang, "Then... I'll trouble Brother Yunping."
The dim candlelight cast heavy shadows on Xue Sheng's deeply sunken eye sockets and nose. His face was like a well-defined sculpture. All expressions were hidden under indifference, making him look old and inexplicably cold.
He nodded lightly at Zheng Duanwen and said, "Go ahead."
The moment he walked out of Xue Mansion, the heavy door slowly closed behind Zheng Duanwen, he let out a long sigh, and had the illusion of escaping from death. There was a coolness in the wind in the middle of the night, which made Zheng Duanwen's hair stand upright, his whole body was soaked, and his clothes were stuck to his back.
The next day, Zheng Duanwen said that he was on leave at home and never came to court again.
It is said that he was old, and the wind was blowing when he came home at night. The next day, the family found him collapsed on the bed, hemiplegia, and the corners of his mouth were crooked. That is impossible, so I can only rest in bed and take medicine slowly.
After Xue Sheng heard about this, he didn't seem to be surprised or regretful. He ordered the housekeeper to send someone to deliver some medicinal herbs to the Zheng family, which was regarded as a superficial friendship.
Within two days, the young son of Yingguo Gong's mansion suddenly disappeared, and his family cried and cried to the Shuntian mansion to report to the official. Unfortunately, today is different from the past. A war has completely destroyed the Yingguo Gong's mansion, which was already on the decline. No one even wanted to deal with such trivial matters as the reporting officer. The subordinate who received the case impatiently dealt with it, then turned around and threw the case file aside to ashes.
Midsummer still has a tail left, and autumn has not yet arrived, but there is already an omen of "eventful autumn".
Xue Shengduan sat in front of the book desk and listened carefully to the report of Fu Ya's life, which he had investigated, and murmured coldly: "Tiger father and dog son, if Fu Tingzhong knew that he had given birth to such a good son, would he be so angry that he would sit up from the coffin? ?"
A few years ago, Yan Xiaohan had publicly and secretly punished Fu Ya twice, once for killing him, and for dragging him out and beating him at the wedding banquet. This unrelenting beating made Fu Ya stop for a while, but before he could figure out how to retaliate, the war broke out, the capital was overrun by foreigners, and Fu Tingyi took the whole family to flee to Jiangnan.
The road was bumpy, and life was the most important thing. No one could take good care of him. Fu Ya dragged his sick body to Jinling. The winter in Jiangnan was extremely cold and wet.
Ironically, his eldest brother with crippled legs was still galloping on the battlefield, but Fu Ya, a healthy man, ended up being a lame man.
Fu Ya was crippled and had no children, so he couldn't make up his mind. He also came to Jinling, a place of drunken life and dreams, and from then on, he lingered in the brothel and Chu Pavilion, spending money and money. And Fu Tingyi is a pure person from the world who is about to step into the gate of immortality.
He contracted "autumn night white" in a brothel in the south of the Yangtze River. After returning to Beijing, he still needed medication to maintain it. His monthly money was not enough to spend, so he gradually began to steal things from his family and sell them.
"Bai Lu San" is a forbidden product in the capital, which is banned by the government. It can only be traded in the black market, and the price is extremely expensive. Not only did Fu Ya sell his own things, he even sold his mother's dowry. The Duke of Ying Fu Tingyi couldn't stand the noise at home, so he packed up and moved to a Taoist temple outside the city.
Fu Ya was taught a lesson by his mother, and did not dare to reach out to her room again. His hands were too tight, so he entered Fu Tingyi's room at night. Locked small box.
He was full of thinking that the box contained some valuable things, so he took it out and went out to find a locksmith to open the lock, only to find that it was actually a stack of letters to and from the southwest.
No matter how stupid Fu Ya was, he knew the benefits of these things. While he was shocked by Fu Tingyi's hidden secrets, he also clearly realized that this might be a godsend opportunity.
The things he was holding were enough to make the entire Fu family collapse in an instant, and it was also enough to pull Fu Shen off the altar, and he would never be able to turn over again in his life.
While the overwhelming pleasure and desire for destruction surged in his body, Fu Ya was able to separate half of his mind and think calmly. He couldn't directly take this evidence to sue the officials, because Fu Shen also had a cunning and cunning Yan Xiaohan by his side.
He is weak and weak, and must find someone who can compete with Yan and Fu, and use his hand to accomplish this.
After much deliberation, he came to Xue Sheng's house with his "registration certificate".
"It's hard to be kind." Xue Sheng shook his head, and said to himself, half sighed, half mocking, "Empress Jingguo, God's will is like this, don't blame this official for sending you a ride."
the next day.
Xue Sheng entered the palace and presented the letter to the Changzhi Emperor.
"Okay... okay!" Emperor Changzhi said two good words in a row, the muscles on his face seemed to be unable to control his direction, and he seemed extremely hideous. He shivered for a long time while holding the letter paper, then suddenly stood up, waved his sleeves and swept the table, ink, ink, and tea cups.
When Tai Teng outside the door saw the sound, he nervously pushed the hall door open a crack. He happened to be caught by Emperor Changzhi. He picked up a suet and jade pen in his hand and smashed it at the door, angrily saying, "Get out!"
After a loud bang, the whole room was silent, Xue Shengshi stood in a mess, and persuaded without pain: "Your Majesty, calm down."
After being stiff for a moment, Emperor Changzhi fell straight on the chair.
His face turned purple, his chest heaved violently, he couldn't stop breathing heavily, and he muttered: "A duke of two kingdoms... Haha, a high-ranking official and a rich man, he has raised such a group of people with wolf hearts and dog lungs..."
Xue Sheng saw that he was furious, so he stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, this minister has something to tell you."
Emperor Changzhi separated a little from his trance and said, "Tell me."
Xue Sheng lifted his robes and knelt down in the center of the hall: "Ying Guo Gong Fu Tingyi colluded with Duan Guihong, a rebel in the southwest, to murder the Supreme Emperor and endanger the society. Fu Shen, the Yasukuni Gong Gong, did not report his knowledge, but instead covered up and concealed it, and even became friends with Duan Guihong. It is very profound. These three have a clear intention to rebel, and if they are not eradicated, they will rebel in the future.”
"The matter has come to this point, I dare to ask Your Majesty to make plans for the descendants of the future generations. If we break it, we will break it, and thoroughly clean up the Fu family against the party, so as to avoid future troubles."
Emperor Changzhi finally regained his strength, and said tiredly, "You said, how should I decide?"
"Your Majesty: Fu Shen is in the southwest and echoes with the troops stationed in the northern Xinjiang. If the Court of Justice participates in the performance and the tribunal will join the tribunal, it will inevitably lead to discussions and many obstacles. In case he is forced to rush, Fu Shen If we unite with Duan Guihong to rebel on the spot, the imperial court will have no way to deal with him." Xue Sheng said, "I think that for today's plan, the only way to do it in secret is to kill the thief first, and then clean up the rest. In this way, it is possible to To prevent future troubles, it will not cause turmoil in northern Xinjiang."
Emperor Changzhi's heart suddenly "squeaked". Although he was angry, he also knew that if he wanted to deal with such important officials as Fu Shen, he should have a chance to defend himself. Can you use this method?"
"Your Majesty has a broad mind, but the reversible ministers and thieves can't understand your painstaking efforts," Xue Sheng said softly, "Your Majesty, you forgot how Fu Shen forced you to besiege the capital in the past?"
"Fu Shen has a very high reputation in the court and has many followers. Otherwise, he would not have the courage to deceive the king." He bowed his head and said, "If this thief is not eliminated, the country will be in danger. Your Majesty, please think twice!"
Emperor Changzhi was silent.
Xue Sheng calmly waited for him to think carefully, and he was confident, because he knew that the thorns in the emperor's heart in the past would eventually take root and sprout in the face of iron-clad evidence, turning into poisonous vines, grabbing his mind. and sanity.
Fu Shen would definitely die.
No matter how loyal he is usually, even if he re-conquered the northern kingdom for Emperor Changzhi, those trusts are unreliable. One may not remember what another person has done, but he must remember all the offenses and injuries.
As long as there is a small gap on the white bi, it will not be far from the jade fragment.
Sure enough, after the long silence, Emperor Changzhi opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice even hoarse and trembling: "Aiqing... What's the best way?"
Xue Sheng counted his breaths, and waited until the deafening heartbeat in his ears slowly subsided, and then he bowed again without changing his face: "We are blunt, and I would like to share the worries of Your Majesty and help the canines and horses."
Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the eunuch guarding the gate could only hear the conversations coming from the gaps intermittently. A few words were enough to make his heart skip a beat, and his hands hidden under his sleeves were soaked with sweat.
I don't know how long it took before the door of the Zhuhong Palace "squeaked" and was pushed open from the inside.
Xue Sheng stepped out of the hall, stopped in front of the steps, and narrowed his eyes against the overwhelming sunlight. The eunuch gave him a peek at him, inexplicably feeling that although Xue Shangshu was expressionless, there was clearly a smile that slowly overflowed from the corners of his eyes and brows.
It was a sneer with confidence, victory in hand, and a hidden knife and poison.
"Yuan Zhen."
Emperor Changzhi called out in the hall, and the eunuch named Yuan Zhen hurriedly retracted his gaze, took small steps and jumped in, whispering: "The slave is here."
"Have someone to clean up the hall," Emperor Changzhi said, "Go and make me a cup of tea."
Yuan Zhen bowed his head and walked away.
That night, the military officials with the imperial decree set off from the capital and rushed to the southwest.
Also on the same night, Wei Xuzhou received a letter from Yuan Zhen and immediately sent his confidant to Jinling to pass the news to Yan Xiaohan.
The Imperial Army who stayed in Beijing had already sent the news as quickly as possible, but after all, Xue Sheng, who had not planned ahead, was a step too late when Yan Xiaohan received the letter from Beijing and set off for the southwest.
In the fourth year of Changzhi, on the fifth day of the seventh lunar month, Fu Shen, the Duke of Jingguo, was assassinated when he met with Duan Guihong, a rebel general from the southwest. He vomited blood and fainted on the spot. During the melee, Fu Shen was kidnapped by the southwestern rebels. His life and death are unknown, and his whereabouts are unknown.