Yan Zhiyu was imprisoned in the dungeon of the city palace, a dungeon without a trace of light, only the endless darkness and despair around him swallowed him.
The punishment of ruining the sky will pass after twelve hours. From now on, Yan Zhiyu is just a waste person.
Before Yan Zhiyu’s loyal loyalty began to invade the city palace, Leng Fengqing found Mr. Wu and asked him to dictate the crimes committed by Yan Zhiyu. Prince An Feng personally wrote down the whole story of Yan Zhiyu’s injury to the Tiansuan family , Affixed with the big seals of Mr. Wu and Prince Anfeng, delivered for printing, and made it public.
The people were shocked by Yan Zhiyu's crimes.
Yan Zhiyu’s loyal loyalty to the old ministry had already planned to attack and rescue Yan Zhi. After the crime was announced, many people retreated. Only General Wu Da took a few thousand people and killed them. Prince Anfeng and Si Ye had already made arrangements. A turtle in the urn came and forced General Wu to surrender, and he experienced a fight.
On the seventh day of coming to Fengdu City, Prince Anfeng took over Fengdu City, expelled the people from the palace, and demoted them to common people.
Yan Zhiyu and Su Rushuang were handed over to Leng Fengqing for disposal.
After six days in the dark dungeon, Yan Zhiyu was able to pretend to be calm at first, but on the third day he began to roar heartbreakingly, beginning with vicious curses, and on the fourth day, he began to beg for mercy and repent.
With broken hands and feet, he couldn’t stand and walk, and he didn’t even have the strength to commit suicide. Every day someone would pour him drink and eat to keep him alive, not let him die, heal him, and let him. Misunderstood that there is hope of survival.
Mutian said, the true despair is that you are not as good as dead, and you can't die. When you want to die, but you seem to see the hope of living, after a long struggle, you fall into despair again, and the cycle repeats. , Torturing people to death.
Therefore, apart from killing Yan, in Leng Fengqing, Leng Fengqing can give him a happy life and sacrifice his head to the grave of the Tiansuan family.
Leng Fengqing didn't make a decision right away, but walked with Fourth Master in the city palace.
She used to live here for nearly a year. She thought that the happiest day was spent here, but in the end it proved that it was just the beginning of the cruelty.
She hated everything about the city palace.
However, after walking around now, how innocent is the vegetation? It is the person who is guilty, not the place.
"Come with me to the Tiansuan family, okay?" Leng Fengqing said.
Si Ye said: "Do you want to go? Well, my son will accompany you."
He asked people to get off the carriage and took Leng Fengqing to the Tiansuan family.
Thirty-six years, the mansion of the Tiansuan family is well maintained, and Yan Zhiyu has ordered someone to repair it. This is not because he is guilty, but after he married Leng Fengqing, he became the head of the Tiansuan family to maintain Tiansuan. The position of the aristocratic family in the hearts of the people is also to consolidate his position, so he will not let the heavens count the aristocratic family to fall.
The gate of the mansion is austere and majestic. The four characters of Tiansuan aristocratic family are embedded in the gate.
Pushing the door in, there are subordinates in the mansion, but not the old ones, but the subordinates sent by Yan Zhiyu to clean and maintain.
Si Ye sent them away, took his mother's hand, and walked in slowly.
The yard, the main hall, the cloister, the courtyard, the garden, the small lake, the running water, the arch bridge, all the traces of the Tiansuan family are still there, even the yard where Leng Fengqing once lived, the pear tree in front of the door has not been felled , But it carries the traces of the years.
For Leng Fengqing, nothing has passed. Thirty-six years later, those things are still just like yesterday.
"Mother, how to deal with him?" Si Ye couldn't guess her thoughts, and she walked with her all the way, but she didn't speak.
"What do you think?" Leng Fengqing asked him.
Si Ye had hatred in his eyes, and said, "If you let me deal with it, I will kill him."
Leng Fengqing gave a hum, and didn't say that he was going to kill. After another cup of tea, the mother and son sat down in the pavilion. Leng Fengqing looked at him and said, "I won't kill him."
The Fourth Master was a little stunned, "Mother, are you still softened to him?"
Leng Fengqing shook his head, "On the contrary, killing him is soft. Actually, I have been thinking these days, can I let go of the previous hatred? If I can let go, killing him will be a hundred dollars, but I can't, son. , Especially from the moment I stepped into the gate of the Tiansuan family, I was more certain that I couldn't just kill him like this."
She stood up and looked around in the yard. There should have been human voices everywhere. Her relatives lived and laughed in this house. There seemed to be that scene before her eyes, but in the blink of an eye, everything disappeared, those people. , Won't come back again.
The aristocratic family did not make a big mistake, but was destroyed. Poor, there are many children, and the youngest is just full moon.
Tears slipped on her face, and her heart was full of pain, and said, "Throw him and Su Rushuang out, find someone to stare at them, and not let them die. I want them to continue to live, and best to live for another 36 years. , To suffer all the sufferings in this world, only then can the hatred in my heart be solved, and only then can the souls rest in peace!"
The fourth master felt the same, not to mention the tears of his mother, and said: "Okay, do everything as you said."
Yan Zhiyu and Su Rushuang were thrown out. In just a few days, Yan Zhiyu changed from the spirited city lord to a rat crossing the street. Everyone shouted and beat him. He couldn't even stand up and walk. He could only crawl forward and bear it. The censure of angry people.
Si Ye arranged for him an abandoned pigsty, let them live in the pigsty, it can be considered that there are tiles on the top of their heads.
On the day of worshipping the Tiansuan family, Si Ye ordered someone to bring them and press them in front of the Tiansuan family’s grave. Yan Zhiyu tried his best to hit the tombstone, but was immediately caught by the Si Ye. , Stopped, and coldly said: "Want to die? Not yet, for the next half of your life, just stay alive like this."
"You..." Yan Zhiyu grinned, trying to reach out and grab his collar, but his hands couldn't be lifted at all, they were hanging down like two remaining branches, and he didn't even have the strength to lift up, and his face flushed as if he wanted to. Burst like a blood vessel.
The Fourth Master let go of him and coldly ordered, "Take them back to the pigsty."
"Leng Fengqing, he treated me like this, he was going to hell like this to his father, did you know? He is not filial, he is not filial, and the world is hard to tolerate!" Yan Zhiyu panted, staring at his scarlet eyes With Leng Fengqing, in addition to hatred and resentment, there are more complicated emotions.
Leng Fengqing looked at his son with warm eyes, "No, you are wrong. He is very filial to his father. As everyone knows, his father is the Prince Anfeng who is righteous for the country and the people, not you."
Yan Zhiyu's face was stained with anger and blue veins burst out, "You are talking nonsense, he is my son, he is my son of Yan Zhiyu, he will be condemned by God for doing this to me!"
Leng Fengqing looked at him and said coldly: "You are not qualified to say this! When I was pregnant with him, you asked me to graft the spirit stone backlash to him, and you wanted him to die for Su Rushuang. Do you remember these words? Thirty-six years, you may not remember them, but I remember clearly that you wanted to kill him. He can't overstate you today."
"No!" Yan Zhiyu panted and shook his head, "I never said, I never said such a thing, you are instigating the hatred of my son against me, you are using his son to take revenge on me, Leng Fengqing, you are so vicious. !"
"Take them away!" Fourth Master Leng ordered, his disgust made him reluctant to look at Yan Zhiyu again.