After Li Jianheng dropped something, he covered his face and choked up.
Xiao Chiye avoided the broken objects and knelt down. After a while, Li Jianheng calmed down and said, "Get up! There's no need to kneel like this. You and I are brothers.
Xiao Chiye got up and said, "Elder Ge is just a gentleman."
Depressed, Li Jianheng hid his face for a long time, and said, "...they come every three days to ask for the bill, I agreed, and the money went out like water, and I didn't say anything. These days, I've been worried all day long and don't think about tea and rice. , it was very unhappy. Now Hua Siqian is dead, and Ji Lei is going to be executed. Can I beg for a few days to slow down? Ce An, you don't know, they are very dissatisfied when I sit here. This world As long as there are other options, they will never want me."
When he said this, he became sad again.
"But why do I want to be emperor? They were the ones who pushed me here, and now they are the ones who scold me! The imperial censor of the Imperial Court is staring at me all day long. When I go out to enjoy a flower, they will also scold me in a ziziwen! A eunuch, if you kill it, you will kill it, but when he is Hairen, why can't he give me some face? I am also the emperor of Da Zhou!"
Li Jianheng became more and more angry, but there was nothing to smash on the table, so he angrily beat his thigh.
"He described Mu Ru as a nasty person, what kind of noble and good people are they! We used to drink on Donglong Street, which of these people didn't look dignified, but when they took off their pants, they were all bastards! Mu Ru was me. Picked from an innocent family, if it wasn't for Xiao Fuzi's bastard, she could fall into Pan Thief's hands? My heart would be broken!"
Li Jianheng said all his complaints, but Xiao Chiye only listened. By the time he stopped, most of his anger had subsided.
"If they really treat me as an emperor and respect me, I will also be diligent and eager to learn. The emperor entrusted me with this ten thousand miles of land, and I also want to be a prosperous monarch." Li Jianheng said aggrievedly, "... Hairenshi Just ignore me."
Xiao Chiye said at this time: "On the contrary, it is precisely because of the high expectations of the emperor that the old man can speak so sternly. The emperor must not hold grudges, you must know that the old man Haige treats that 'Pu Yuyuan'. Yao Wenyu, who is cut', is also strict and harsh."
Li Jianheng was dubious and said, "Really?"
Xiao Chiye said, "If it wasn't like that, why would Elder Ge want to kill Shuanglu today?"
Li Jianheng pondered for a moment and said, "... That's the same."
If Hai Liangyi didn't value him, why would he ask him about everything
Li Jianheng thought that the queen mother gave him snacks in the days when he first ascended the throne. After Hai Liangyi learned about it, he specifically instructed him to replace all the spoons and chopsticks with silver ones.
Hai Liangyi is rigid and unsmiling. But he is different from Hua Siqian, he has no disciples, he only has one student, Yao Wenyu. In order to avoid suspicion, Hai Liangyi was as talented as Yao Wenyu, but so far he has not been an official. He never formed a party in the cabinet, and he was the only one who rushed out to save Emperor Xiande after desperate attempts on the Nanlin hunting ground.
He is the solitary minister mentioned in the books, the cliff is high and steep, thousands of miles without branches.
When Li Jianheng recalled, Xiao Chiye also had an idea.
Li Jianheng has a saying to make it clear that if there is any other choice in this world, the person who will be on the dragon chair today will not be him Li Jianheng. But even Emperor Xiande had no choice, and Li Jianheng might be the only candidate in this world.
Since they have supported him, they must teach him. Da Zhou is now facing a difficult national step, and Qi Du seems to be flat, but in fact, the storm has already set off again.
The loyal ministers headed by Hai Liangyi are all looking at Li Jianheng. He may be a piece of dead wood in their eyes, but Hai Liangyi raised his hands and supported Li Jianheng with his aged spine, asking him to hold on and to return to the right path. Want him to be a king who can leave a name.
Xiao Chiye and Wenchen have never dealt with each other, because the center of Qudu is afraid of military power at the border. These people are not only the invisible cage in which he is trapped, but also the hard bones that Da Zhou can still stumble on.
Generals are not afraid of death, because they cannot.
Wenchen is not afraid of death, because he is stubborn.
Li Jianheng was accustomed to seeing slave-faced servants and knees, and was in need of a teacher like Hai Liangyi who could take pains at times.
"Niangzi Mu has no place in the end. If the emperor is really interested, it is better to have a long talk with the patriarch. Da Zhou is the time when the emperor's heir needs to be extended. As long as the emperor can treat each other frankly, the patriarch will not be perfunctory." Xiao Chiye Finally, he said, "As for Ji Lei and Pan Rugui, I heard that the Dali Temple has not been sentenced yet?"
Li Jianheng was thinking about Hai Liangyi's good at this moment, nodded absent-mindedly, and said, "The accounts don't match up, and we have to try again..."
* * *
The Dongzhu was hollow, and when Shen Zechuan hooked out the muslin strip, the handwriting was blurred by the blisters, and he burned the cloth strip.
Xiao Chiye's every move was in front of his eyes last night. This person might have touched Dongzhu, but it was impossible to see what was written inside. But Xiao Chiye must have become suspicious, and Shen Zechuan's answer to the question on Fengshan was wrong. Xiao Chiye even told him the origin of the accounts of the banned army, just waiting for him to tell him frankly, but he denied it so firmly.
Shen Zechuan decocted the medicine and drank it all in one gulp. The bitter taste permeated his mouth, and he suffered it, like the pain of reviewing every day and night. At the end, he smiled mockingly, wiped his mouth, and fell asleep.
He was dreaming again.
The Chashi Tiankeng in the dream was still roaring with cold wind. He no longer lay at the bottom, but stood alone on the edge of the pit, overlooking the 40,000 sergeants who were struggling to survive like ants.
The Biansha cavalry surrounded the Tiankeng, like a black tide in the dark night. They overwhelmingly engulfed the vitality of the Zhongbo garrison and turned it into a slaughterhouse.
A hand stretched out from the tumbling bones. Ji Mu was like a puppet. He stretched out his upper body covered with long arrows, choked at Shen Zechuan and called out, "Brother, it hurts..."
Shen Zechuan was like a clay sculpture and wood carving, unable to move or shout. He was breathing hard, sweating like rain, clenching his teeth.
The Biansha cavalry headed by him was wearing a helmet, and his hair fluttering in the wind had turned dark red in Shen Zechuan's nightmare day after day. He raised his arm and pointed lightly at the Tiankeng. The arrows behind him fell like locusts, densely inserted into the body, pierced through the flesh, and splashed with blood.
The heavy snow in the sky also turned red, and Shen Zechuan watched Ji Mu sink into the bloody mud and be swallowed by the sticky red waves.
His hands were cold, and so was his blood.
Shen Zechuan woke up.
As if nothing had happened, he sat up, carrying the light from the window on his back, bowed his head for a moment, and got out of bed to get dressed.
The guard lurking in the house watched Shen Zechuan go out of the room, finished his meal, and went to the bathroom.
After half an hour, the guard, who was fixated on his eyes, frowned and asked the person beside him, "Why hasn't he come out yet?"
The two looked at each other, feeling the same. When the guard rushed into the bathing hall, he only saw neatly stacked clothes, and Shen Zechuan had long since disappeared.
Xi Hongxuan packed the second floor and invited people to have tea. He sat anxiously and got up to go to the toilet. The talent came out of the room, and before taking a few steps in the corridor, he was photographed.
Xi Hongxuan turned back, almost took a few steps back, and then said, "Why are you... why are you so elusive!"
"There have been a lot of incidents recently." Shen Zechuan poured cold tea, "Ji Lei and Pan Rugui were delayed in the third trial of the Dali Temple because Hai Liangyi and Xue Xiuzhuo didn't pry what they wanted out of their mouths."
Xi Hongxuan looked left and right, and whispered: "You want to kill Ji Lei, but in front of everyone's eyes, what can you do? The Hua Party case is very involved, and there are too many people who are afraid of being bitten by the two of them. Hai Liangyi is just to beware of their inexplicable Sudden death, so people are strictly guarded. You can't move."
"I won't do it," Shen Zechuan smiled mockingly at Xi Hongxuan, "but I have a way to get Ji Lei to speak."
Xi Hongxuan looked at him for a long time, then brought the teapot to pour tea for him, and said, "... what method?"
Shen Zechuan sipped the tea and said, "Let me see Ji Lei."
* * *
Ji Lei was tortured for days, with his head unkempt and shackled across the prison. Hearing someone approaching, he 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 again and thrown on the ground. The surroundings were quiet, except for the sound of water ticking from the corner.
Ji Lei got up from the ground and asked, "Who?"
The water droplets splattered and smashed, and no one responded.
Ji Lei felt a chill down his spine. He stretched his arms and said tentatively, "...Old Haige?"
But still no one answered.
Ji Lei slid between his throat and walked forward with his knees, hitting the iron bars. He groped, stabilized his body, and shouted, "It's either Elder Haige or Xue Xiuzhuo! What way do you want to torture me today? Just come!"
"...Speak, why don't you speak?!"
"Who, 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 lowered his head and rubbed the cloth bag between his arms, moved his eyes, and saw Shen Zechuan sitting on the chair in front of him.
Shen Zechuan, dressed in white moonlight, leaned on the handle of the chair and stared at Ji Lei expressionlessly.
Ji Lei burst into laughter, he clawed at the railings, squeezed his face, and said in a dark voice, "It's you... Zhongbo's wild dog. What is the evil animal doing to your uncle, to avenge Ji Gang, or to avenge yourself? "
Shen Zechuan didn't say a word, those affectionate eyes faded away from the smile, and there was only a heavy, dark stare left.
Ji Lei couldn't even find hatred in it. He felt that the person sitting was not a flesh-and-blood person, but a hungry bereaved dog that had already started to eat human flesh.
Ji Lei lowered his gaze and said with hatred, "The Ji family has no queen, and it is you who broke Ji Gang's lifeline. What are you looking at me for? Shen Zechuan, it is you Shen who killed Ji Mu. Pingting's people are also your Shens. You have lived for so long, how do you face yourself? You are a devil under the influence of tens of thousands of unjust souls, you are the continuation of Shen Wei's unscrupulous life, you should be cut by a thousand swords..."
Ji Lei laughed in a low voice, a little crazy.
"You think I'll be afraid of you? A wild bastard that no one wants, take off your pants and follow Xiao Er and have a good life? Haha!"
Shen Zechuan also laughed.
Ji Lei's laughter ceased, and he said coldly, "Is it funny? My situation today will also be your situation tomorrow."
Shen Zechuan put down his legs, leaned back on the chair thoughtfully, and said, "I'm so scared."
As soon as he opened his mouth, there was light irony.
"Evil ghosts, bastards, wild dogs, evil animals." Shen Zechuan got up, crouched outside the railing, and gradually laughed at Ji Lei, he said frantically and restrained, "You are right, that's all me. I am The evil spirit that crawled out of the Chashi Tiankeng, the bastard left behind by Shen Wei, the homeless wild dog, the evil beast that thousands of people scolded. You know me so well, uncle, I am so happy ."
Ji Lei trembled uncontrollably.
Shen Zechuan stared at him, his eyes were far more sinister than he was in the past, as if a person had died under this amazing skin, and the one who survived was an unknown beast.
"Five years ago," Shen Zechuan approached the railing, looked at Ji Lei's fearful expression, and said softly, "I am kneeling here. What did you say to me the day you sent me to Zhaosin Temple?"
Ji Lei's throat tightened, he wanted to answer, but couldn't.
"I really appreciate your kindness." Shen Zechuan said reverently, "every day, every night."