The luxurious palace left by the previous dynasty has not been used. Ling Qingyu, his cronies and officials are discussing affairs in a conference hall converted from a large mansion next to the palace.
There are no steps, no dragon chairs, chairs are placed around the hall of hundreds of square meters, sitting closest to the main seat, on one side are Zhu Weili, Han Bian and others, and on the other side are some leftover officials and those who are known as famous scholars. .
Seeing those old men in Fan Fu and Zhang Wei talking about etiquette, morality, benevolence, filial piety and shame, Ling Qingyu sneered no matter how good-natured he was, and asked: "Gentlemen, you have been talking about this for a few days. I want to ask, what are you doing?" What means?"
Zhang Zhi stood up, glanced at her disdainfully, and said: "I just want to say that since ancient times, there has never been a woman in power, let alone a licentious and shameless person?"
This was scolding in person, Ling Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Mr. Zhang, please be careful!" Zhu Weili couldn't help saying angrily. Ling Qingyu didn't want to be enthroned now, or she didn't really have the concept of being an emperor in her heart. Taking advantage of the loophole, are you planning to settle accounts together today
Han Bian's eyes also turned cold. He heard the rumors outside but didn't take it seriously. He knew the relationship between Ling Qingyu and He Li very well. If he wanted to provoke the relationship between He Li and Ling Qingyu or Ye Shiyi, it was just a dream. Unexpectedly, these people would be so bold, and bring these matters to the conference hall. The voice of the student Qingliu is indeed very important, and the reputation of the king's benevolence and righteousness is also very important, but, Mr. Zhang, are you mistaken? Have you ever seen that the founding king didn't have bloody hands? So what if Qin Wang Yingzheng slaughtered a hundred schools of thought
"Mr. Zhu! This old man is just urging you to recognize this person! How can a person with bad character take on such a big responsibility?" Zhang Zhi snorted coldly.
"Excuse me, Master Ling, do you have a face named Ying Shisan?" Fu Rong stood up, with his hands behind his back, and asked arrogantly.
"Disrespectful!" Han Bian yelled angrily and got up angrily.
"Ying Thirteen, he's my man." Ling Qingyu said slowly, waving at Han Bian.
She actually admitted it so directly, Zhu Weili and the others looked surprised, but on the other side looked contemptuous.
"Have you finally admitted it?" Fu Rong said angrily and disdainfully.
"I never denied it." Ling Qingyu smiled faintly.
"Then do you know what that man did?" Old Master Fan stood up tremblingly, put his hand on Second Master Fan's arm, and said in a deep voice, "That man is a heinous and treacherous person! Killing father and mother! Not only did you not give severe punishment to this kind of person who should be hacked into pieces, but you even said shamelessly..., this old man is not as nasty as you!"
Kill father and mother! Zhu Weili's face darkened, and the hand stroking his beard unconsciously pulled a few beards down. There is nothing else to say, except filial piety. Filial piety is the first of all good deeds, and filial piety is the most basic code of conduct. General unfilial piety They must be cast aside by the world, not to mention such a rebellion as killing one's father and one's mother!
Ling Qingyu was furious, and said angrily: "Mr. Fan, I respect your seniority and knowledge, but I don't give you the right to talk nonsense!"
"I'm not talking nonsense, you can find out when the city of Bianjing was destroyed, the Gu family in Bianjing was killed, and only one Tibetan was left behind. A servant escaped by hiding in the pond, and he heard clearly that Ying Shisan was the son of Duan Wenrui, the son-in-law of the Gu family, but Ying Shisan ordered Duan Wenrui to be killed. Kill!" Fu Rong said coldly.
"Is there really a fish that slipped through the net?" The cold voice came from the door, which shocked the people in the hall who were already extremely nervous, and then turned their heads to look at the door.
It was already late autumn, the big tree outside the hall was dyed red by autumn frost, the rustling autumn wind was blowing the fallen leaves and dancing, the sun shone on the man from the outside like blood, pulling his slender figure into a bright streak on the ground hanging shadow.
The man was dressed in a black robe with a gold-rimmed belt around his waist. He gently brushed off the fallen leaves on his shoulders. Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people in the hall, the skirt of his clothes fluttered, and the word Ling embroidered on the belt was faintly visible in the sunlight. , stepped over the threshold, and walked in like strolling in the garden.
Thirteen..., the voice of calling was suppressed in his throat, Ling Qingyu instinctively felt something was wrong, Ying Thirteen shouldn't be here, in order to show respect for these officials, there were no guards at 50 meters around the chamber, only Ye Po or Ye Po Fei was hiding in the dark alone, why did Ying Shisan come so grandiosely? When these people made such severe accusations against him
That accusation is true... Ying Shisan's words just now have settled his crime, such a serious crime...
"Are you admitting it?" Mr. Fan San took a step back slightly, glanced at his elder brother, and said.
"What did I admit?" The man smiled, and his eyes were like ripples in the autumn water, filled with tenderness, but in a blink of an eye, the water turned awe-inspiring and cold, making Mr. Fan feel a chill down his spine. Take another step back.
"You mean that Duan Wenrui? That's right, I killed him," Ying Shisan rolled his eyes, glanced at the leaders, and said, "They were the sons-in-law of the Gu family in order to get rich, and they killed the youngest son." , At that time, the friendship between father and son has been broken, right?"
Everyone in the hall was stunned again, Zhu Weili and Han Bian looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces, people value filial piety, parents can kill their sons, but sons cannot kill their fathers, this is the law of nature and ethics, absolutely not The overthrow of the truth, no matter what, Ying Shisan admitted this matter today, which is a crime of treason and inhumanity. If the Ling family does not respond, it will really lose the hearts of the people of the world.
Zhang Zhi looked up to the sky and laughed three times, full of scheming madness, turned to Ling Qingyu and said, "How? What if you are such a sinner?"
"Since Duan Wenrui killed me back then, my life is my own today, sin?" Ying Shisan raised his voice and let out a clear sneer, "What qualifications do you people have to judge me?" Sin? Confucianism? Celebrities?"
The autumn sun was still bright, and a few beams of light came in from the door and window, and the fine dust danced clearly in the light, and then was cut open by a sharp sword light.
"Ah!" When the first scream came out, everyone didn't react at all. When the three old masters of the Fan family fell to the ground clutching the blood-spattered wounds on their necks, Fu Rong let out a scream, before he had time to back away. , his chest felt cold, staring blankly at the sword blade that was quickly drawn from his chest, and suddenly remembered Mei Ruoxue's crying face before.
"Thirteen!" When Ling Qingyu screamed, Zhang Zhi also opened his eyes and covered his chest, looking at Ying Thirteen who was stabbing another person with a sword, pointing at him trembling and speechless.
In a blink of an eye, the literati who had been eloquent just now and barely pointed at Ling Qingyu's nose and scolded them fell to the ground. Blood flowed on the floor, and as the bodies convulsed and shook, they drew shocking patterns.
Ying Shisan turned around, looked at Ling Qingyu and screamed again, and then rushed towards him.
"Thirteen!" Ling Qingyu yelled, and rushed towards Ying Thirteen, killing no more people! If he kills again, she doesn't know how to save him, no! No matter what, no matter what the price is, today's events will not be spread! Must not!
It seemed that the sun was too dazzling, she clearly saw Ying Shisan's eyes were astonishingly bright, a smile floated on the corner of his mouth, and then he came up to her, the long sword dripping with blood in his hand was pointing in her direction, the tip of the sword was about to When he arrived, he turned sideways, a strong wind lifted his arm, and then the tip of the sword turned upside down, letting his hand catch his hand, and his body continued to lunge forward.
With a puff sound, the familiar sound of sharp blades piercing into the flesh made Ling Qingyu look blankly at the face that was already close at hand. The face was so familiar. It took more than ten years to grow from a young boy to what he is now. Appearance, a pair of eyes that can talk, and a handsome face that always has a smile that is not a smile, my thirteen...
The sword blade pierced from the back of the man's heart, and what everyone in the hall could see was that Ling Qingyu threw himself at the man, who swung his sword at him, and then Ling Qingyu grabbed his sword and stabbed him in the chest with his backhand.
she killed him...
Thirteen... With a silent call, he let go of his hand, and caught his powerless body. Ling Qingyu was still in a daze, looking at his convulsed body, at the The blade piercing the heart, looking into his smiling eyes.
"It's okay... to attack Jiang... Nan..." When the body fell into her arms, he whispered something in her ear, and Ying Shisan could no longer make a sound. The severe pain made his eyes blurred, and he was pierced His heart was already unable to beat, his body was convulsed, Ying Shisan tried hard to hold her hand, a hot tear fell on his cheek, and he showed his usual smile again.
Bearing such a crime, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter reincarnation, master, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you in the next life, but if I can escape from hell and enter reincarnation, then master, are you still willing to ask for thirteen
Those star-like eyes seemed to be talking, and with the trembling of his body, they entered Ling Qingyu's mind bit by bit, hugging his head and neck, Ling Qingyu whispered in Ying Shisan's ear: "Okay, I Wait until you come to me, Shisan, you must come to me!"
The bright starlight in those eyes shattered like a cosmic explosion, and when a reassuring smile bloomed at the corners of the mouth, they slowly closed together.
"Ye Po..." Ling Qingyu whispered as he hugged the body that had fallen silent in his arms.
"Here!" A black figure flashed behind her and responded in a low voice.
Sweeping his gaze over the corpses on the ground, and then turning away from those literati who had retreated to the corner, Ling Qingyu said in a straight line, "Close the city gate! Call Ye Shishi back!"