Hearing the word "Guangning", Ge Zhong felt like being struck by lightning. The changes in his expression at that moment were comparable to the changes of the four seasons. First he was shocked, then angry, then fearful, and finally guilty, all of which could be seen in Yan Sikong's eyes.
Yan Sikong slowly clenched his fists to restrain his trembling body, and he took a step closer to the prison cell, just to not miss every trace of panic in Ge Zhong's eyes, he said softly: "It seems that Ge Zhong Your Excellency still remembers."
Ge Zhong trembled all over, staring at Yan Sikong's face fixedly, gray dust was flying out from the long memory, the already blurred picture gradually became clear in front of his eyes, Yan Sikong's handsome and cold face slowly The ground overlapped with a face, overlapped again, and finally merged into one. It was the face of a teenager distorted by tears and hatred, and his loud accusations echoed like thunder in his ears.
"It's you..." Ge Zhong retreated step by step, his voice was extremely weak, without confidence, "It's you..."
"Yes, it's me." Yan Sikong showed a ferocious smile, "Yuan Sikong, the son of Yuan Mao who was unjustly killed by you!"
Ge Zhong retreated to the bed, there was no way to retreat, and sat on the bed with a bang, his eyes rolled around, his expression was frightened, and he was in a state of madness, he opened his mouth: "You...you are not..."
"I'm supposed to be dead, right?" Yan Sikong said coldly, "My brother was exiled instead of me in order to save me. Ge Zhong, you killed my father unjustly, you killed my brother..." Yan Sikong Grabbing the iron bars, the veins on his forehead were bulging, he stared fiercely at the caged man with bloodthirsty eyes, and hissed, "You ruined my family!"
Ge Zhong curled up slightly, as if there was a man-eating beast outside the iron fence. He retorted in a low voice: "Yuan Mao... Yuan Mao murdered Mr. Li, the evidence is conclusive..."
"Yes." Yan Sikong said ferociously, "The evidence is as solid as your conspiracy!"
Ge Zhong raised his voice: "I didn't... didn't kill your father unjustly, it wasn't me, it was... it was Xie Zhongren, it was Han Zhaoxing!"
"But you chose to be the slave of a stray dog." Yan Sikong said softly, "For your promotion and wealth, for your glory and wealth, you unjustly killed a hero who devoted himself to serving the country, and you only used a forged letter After three days of interrogation, he was convicted..." Yan Sikong's voice became more and more trembling, "You let him bear the stigma, and in front of the 40,000 people he gave his life to protect and his son, you chopped off his... head."
After saying this, Yan Sikong's voice was already choked up, as if something in his body was pulled out of his body, his legs were so painful that his legs were weak, his eyes were almost bleeding, even if he saw Ge Zhong's cowering look , still unable to relieve the hatred in his heart and caress his fatal wound.
Ge Zhong no longer had the aura of a big official in the frontiers. He was depressed and terrified like a stray dog. He said incoherently: "You, you have already started planning... What do you want..."
"What do I want?" Yan Sikong opened his arms slightly, and smiled cruelly and coldly, "I want to send you to the guillotine in the same way as now, and make you bear charges that don't belong to you. Let you die with hatred, let you die forever, let your family be ruined, let your infamy be left in history, let you be spurned by generations to come!"
Ge Zhong shouted like crazy: "It's not me, you go to Xie Zhongren, you go to Han Zhaoxing, it's not me, it's not me!"
"Don't worry." Yan Sikong laughed a few times, "I will go find them, I want them to end up worse than you, but unfortunately you won't see it."
Ge Zhong said fiercely: "You, you have been dormant for ten years and entered the court just for revenge... If you tell me this, you are not afraid that I will tell Zhao Fuyi and Your Majesty?"
Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly: "You also know that I have been dormant for ten years, and I have made every step of the way. Since I dare to tell you, I am not afraid that you will know." His eyes are as vicious as snakes, "Your Majesty is kind, and I probably won't punish you. Family, but if you say one more word, I can put the letter in your study, and I can also burn your whole family on fire, so that you can reunite underground, how about it."
"You..." Ge Zhong pointed at Yan Sikong, his whole body trembling like chaff, his pupils constricted, and suddenly there was a "wow", and he spit out a big mouthful of blood. He prostrated himself on the couch, as weak as a dying person.
The smile on Yan Sikong's face deepened, he moved his face closer to the iron railing, his exquisite handsome face flickered against the firelight, like a ghostly ghost, "Ge Zhong, you are shameless and cruel Zhongliang, death is not a pity, why don't you leave a way for your family?"
Ge Zhong turned his face away slowly, under his disheveled hair, his eyes were full of lifelessness.
"Xie Zhongren has already given up on you. He was afraid of being implicated by you. You worked hand in hand with him and did all kinds of dirty things for him. At the moment of life and death, he kicked you away like a dog." Yan Sikong followed the temptation, "You Today’s fate is all thanks to him.”
Ge Zhong said in a hoarse voice, "What do you want..."
Yan Sikong bent down, picked up the statement of guilt, and spread out the last part of the scroll: "I have prepared two indictments for you, one is your self-report, detailing how you lived in the past. Under the instructions of Xie Zhongren and Han Zhaoxing, Guangning was unjustly killed to guard Yuanmao. I want you to draw a pledge with blood. The other is the charge of this crime. If you draw a pledge, the general and Master Changshi will be punished lightly Your son, I will spare your family as well."
Ge Zhong laughed bitterly: "Do you think that with this, Xie Zhongren can be brought down?"
"I'm not in a hurry. If that dog has a grandson, I'm younger than his grandson." Yan Sikong said coldly, "Sooner or later, I will take everything from him, drive him into a desperate situation, and make him miserable. Death, at that time, this statement of guilt is the evidence for me to clear up my father's grievances."
"Why should I trust you?"
"I swear by my father, if you draw the bet, I will let your family members go."
Ge Zhong couldn't stop laughing, he nodded: "Okay, okay, I'll draw, I'll draw."
Yan Sikong threw the statement of guilt into the iron bars.
Ge Zhong tremblingly picked up the crime statement, and looked at every word on it, accusing him of the crimes he committed eleven years ago. He was stiff for a long time before he bit his fingertips and drew a .
Yan Sikong took a deep breath, his eyes were sour, and he was almost on the verge of tears.
Dad, have you seen it, you have a spirit in the sky, can you see it
Ge Zhong threw Chen's guilt letter back, and said in a deep voice: "For the crime, I want Zhao Fuyi to personally promise to send my son lightly, and then I will put it on charge."
"Okay, I will report back to General Zhao." Yan Sikong picked up the criminal statement, rolled it up carefully, and put it in his sleeve. Then, he looked at his opponent who had been defeated again.
It has been eleven years, and everything in front of him is like a dream. All the pain and humiliation he has experienced are all for dragging these beasts into hell.
Ge Zhong was also looking at him in the prison, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see his thoughts, as if his soul had been emptied.
Yan Sikong said softly: "Ge Zhong, have you ever regretted it?"
Ge Zhong didn't move, and didn't respond.
"Regret back then..." Yan Sikong grinned suddenly, "Didn't you kill me?"
Ge Zhong gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "Yes, I regret that I didn't kill you on the spot back then, and cut the grass and roots!"
Yan Sikong laughed loudly, and stepped back step by step, as if he couldn't bear to let Ge Zhong's embarrassed appearance out of his sight, until he reached the stone ladder, he stepped up.
"Yan Sikong—" Ge Zhong suddenly jumped in front of the iron fence like a flash of light. He grasped the iron fence with both hands and shook it vigorously, "What is the difference between you and me now? You are more vicious, more insidious, and more shameless than me! If you taste power, you will also become me, Han Zhaoxing, and Xie Zhongren!" He screamed frantically, "You are waiting for your end in the ground, and I am waiting for your end!"
Yan Sikong turned his head slowly, he was tall and tall, handsome and suave, but his eyes were dark like a ghost, he smiled and said: "You are right, but I will win."
He turned and left.
Walking out of the cell quickly, he held the scroll in his sleeve tightly, as if it was more important than his life. It wasn't until he turned into a dark alley that he gasped for breath, his knees were weak, and his body slid along the wall and sat on the ground.
As the evening wind passed through the alley, he suddenly felt his face was cold, and when he wiped it with his hand, his face was already full of tears.
Trembling, he took out the scroll, clutching his heart, tears welling up.
Dad... just wait a little longer, wait a little longer, I will definitely clear up your grievances and return your innocence.
Subtle footsteps sounded next to his ears, and Yan Sikong said sharply, "Who?"
A simple-looking man stepped out of the shadows.
Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "She Zhun, why are you still in Jingzhou?"
She Zhun reached out and tore off the human skin mask, squatted halfway in front of him, looked at the tears on his face, restrained his usual intimacy and sarcasm, and said in a deep voice, "I don't trust you."
Yan Sikong wiped away his tears, and shook the scroll in his hand: "I got Ge Zhong's criminal statement, with it, one day I can vindicate my father."
"very good."
Yan Sikong looked at She Zhun, with the bruise still on his face: "She Zhun, thank you, without you, this matter would not have gone so smoothly."
"No, I'm also out for revenge. I believe that only you can destroy the eunuchs."
Yan Sikong nodded: "This is my lifelong ambition."
She Zhun said: "Then the little prince will make things difficult for you?"
"I've already become suspicious of me. I've been fooled this time. From now on..." Yan Sikong said, "Let's talk about it later. How are you, are you injured?"
She Zhun shook his head: "No serious problem. This man is very talented, and his martial arts are so strong at such a young age. I almost couldn't get out of his hands."
"He is indeed very talented, haven't you heard the rumors?"
"I'm just exaggerating."
"We are leaving for Beijing tomorrow, what are your plans?"
"I still have unfinished business. After finishing, I will return to Beijing, but in the future in Beijing, I can only show it to others."
"Well, just to be on the safe side." Yan Sikong supported the wall to stand up, but his legs were limp.
She Zhun took his arm and helped him up from the ground.
Yan Sikong breathed a sigh of relief: "She Zhun, before you return to Beijing, go and visit my mother and my brothers and sisters for me, and find a way to save some money."
"Okay, leave it to me."
"Proceed with caution. After returning to Beijing, we will not meet for the time being. If you have anything to do, please contact Ali."
She Zhun nodded and kept staring at Yan Sikong without blinking. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and touched Yan Sikong's face.
Yan Sikong was startled: "What's wrong?"
She Zhun woke up just like a dream, her hands froze in mid-air, she retracted them again, and said softly: "Your face is full of tears, wipe them off before you go back."
Yan Sikong wiped it twice again: "Okay."
"It's the first time I saw you cry..." She Zhun said, "I mean, real tears."
Yan Sikong smiled wryly, but did not answer.
She Zhun took two steps back: "I'm leaving, Nan Yu, take care."
Yan Sikong clasped his fists tightly: "Take care."
Watching She Zhun's brisk figure disappear into the night, Yan Sikong wiped his face clean, tidied up his appearance, and walked towards the posthouse.
Tomorrow, the army will return to Beijing with his troops. Not only will he return triumphantly during this trip, he will also put Ge Zhong to death, and he will also get a letter of indictment signed by him.
Yan Sikong had a premonition that more bloody storms were waiting for him ahead, but he was fearless and went forward.
Volume 4 Qianlong in the Abyss