After Yan Sikong was promoted, people from all walks of life flocked to celebrate his achievements with a banquet. He tried his best to refuse many people, but some people could not refuse, so they had to go to the banquet.
All of a sudden, his humble mansion was crowded with people who came to give gifts, and almost stepped on his threshold. Ali couldn't speak, and his appearance was strange, which scared many people away, but it didn't hinder the pile of gifts at home. It became a mountain.
Yan Sikong only asked Ali to accept it politely and recorded it in a book, but he didn't even read it. Although he has gone to the Ministry of Officials to take up his post, since he handled most of Ge Zhong's cases, he still needs to assist the Sanju Department to continue handling the case.
Zhao Fuyi has completely handed over the case to the Sanju Department, and he himself returned to Jingshan Daying. He left for half a year, and there were many miscellaneous matters that he needed to rectify. Naturally, Feng Ye also left with him, so now only Yan Sikong and Liang Guang.
Yan Sikong paid a private visit to Liang Guang with generous gifts, thanking him for his support and appreciation. Liang Guang shirked a little and accepted it with a smile.
The two talked happily, and Yan Sikong also stated the purpose of his trip at the right time. He gave Liang Guang the criminal evidence of Ge Zhong's son Ge Yong, hoping that Liang Guang would hand it over to the Sanju Judiciary to convict Ge Yong.
Liang Guang was astonished and said: "General Zhao has already promised Ge Zhong to punish Ge Yong leniently and remove all charges related to Ge Yong, let alone implicate him in the treason."
"That's true, but Master Chang Shi thinks about it, Ge Zhong conspired against King Liang, and Ge Yong is his only son, so maybe he didn't know about it?" Yan Sikong said, "Master Chang Shi might as well take a look at the evidence I have sorted out. , Ge Yong has often relied on Ge Zhong's power to make money in the two lakes."
Liang Guang flipped through it casually: "But General Zhao has promised Ge Zhong..."
Yan Sikong laughed and said, "But Lord Changshi didn't."
Liang Guang frowned, his expression was very serious, and his tone became cold: "At the beginning, you negotiated with Ge Zhong, and on this condition, Ge Zhong made a bet."
"That's right. Your Majesty handed over this case to General Zhao and Lord Chang Shi. The two of you should handle it impartially and not let any treacherous person go. It is also a helpless move to get Ge Zhong into custody." Yan Si Kong said calmly, "Xiaguan has been brooding over this matter all the time, and it's hard to rest day and night. When I think of letting those who conspired and rebelled go free, I feel deeply ashamed of Long En, so I am willing to bear the burden of breaking my word." Name, not to make the general break his promise, but at the same time bring the culprits to justice."
Liang Guang said in a deep voice: "I don't think it's right. The Sanju Judiciary is about to close the case. How can there be an accident at this time? Besides, if Ge Zhong knows it and desperately overturns the case, what should I do?"
"That Ge Zhong is in deep prison, and his relatives are all in the two lakes. He has no one to visit, so he will not know what happened outside. When he knows, it will be too late." Yan Sikong said sincerely, "Come on When looking for Mr. Chang Shi, one is not daring to be greedy for merit, and the other is not daring to usurp power. If Mr. Chang Shi has no intention of taking over the matter, then the current official has never been here, and the next official will submit the evidence to the three courts, and the general and the general will not be implicated. Master Changshi."
Liang Guang said in a loud voice: "I'm handling the case according to the order, so why is there any talk of getting involved? It's just..." He hesitated for a moment, leaned forward, and lowered his voice, "Sikong, no matter how you look at it, it's not quite right."
Yan Sikong smiled lightly, and imitated him and whispered: "Lord Changshi, the forces of the Ge family and the eunuchs are intertwined, Ge Yong is not dead, how can you and I sleep peacefully?"
Liang Guang coughed lightly, sat upright, and patted the file: "Put it down, let me think about it."
Yan Sikong knew that only the last sentence of today's conversation reached Liang Guang's heart. Liang Guang has already drenched in this muddy water, how could he not be afraid of revenge.
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Within a few days, Yan Sikong got the news that Ge Yong had been transferred from the court prison to the Imperial Prison, and had conspired with the King of Liang, and entered the Imperial Prison.
Due to the seriousness of the case, the three judiciary's joint trial did not procrastinate, and the case was closed within two months after Dajun returned to Beijing.
Both Ge Zhong and Ge Yong were punished by ransacking their homes and abandoning the city. Since most of Liang Wang’s relatives were imperial relatives, in order to show his generosity and kindness, and to accumulate blessings for the Empress Dowager, Emperor Zhaowu only expelled his title, ransacked his home, and exiled him. They die.
Although Yan Sikong had already expected such a result, he still despised Emperor Zhaowu for his indecision and womanly benevolence. This is the perfect time to frighten other feudal lords. world? No wonder the savages outside the pass want to squeeze into the Central Plains and eat this fat soft persimmon.
Ge Zhong and the others were scheduled to be executed after the autumn, but at this time it was already the queen of autumn.
On the day of the execution, the common people flocked to the West Market. It had been a long time since the capital had such a grand execution, and the surrounding four or five streets were blocked by crowds of horses and carriages.
Yan Sikong changed into a plain green robe and followed the crowd to the execution platform. Unlike eleven years ago, he walked at a leisurely pace, as steady as a boat in an inner lake, and the expressions of ignorance, suspicion, inquiry, or excitement on the faces of the people were no longer glaring.
He turned left and right, and patiently squeezed his way into the crowd, bringing himself closer to the execution platform.
The executioner was already pronouncing the crime, and there were more than twenty people kneeling on the stage, but Yan Sikong only looked at the death row prisoner with a hunched body and gray hair.
Even when Yuan Mao knelt on the execution platform, his spine was straight, because he had a clear conscience.
Ge Zhong seemed to have noticed something in the dark, and slowly raised his head, looking at the moving heads below.
Yan Sikong was tall and tall, with a face like peaches and plums, even though he was dressed plainly, he looked like a god among the dusty crowd.
Ge Zhong suddenly became agitated, his eyes hidden in his disheveled hair shot out intense hatred, he yelled at Yan Sikong: "Bastard, villain!"
He was already a walking dead, and his sudden roar startled the executioners around him, but his voice was almost drowned out by the crowd.
Yan Sikong showed a cold smile at Ge Zhong.
"Yan Sikong, you framed me! You are an insidious and vicious traitor, you are a villain who is rebellious! I will turn into a ghost and haunt your bed every night, and I will drag you to hell—" Ge Zhong roared crazily with.
Yan Sikong stared at Ge Zhong from afar, just like he stood in the same position back then, looking at Yuanmao desperately. He also shouted loudly, wishing to let his voice go straight into the blue sky, shocking the universe, and knocking on every side to express his grievances. The drum, awakens every conscience that has not faded away, makes Shujiu blossom, and makes June snow, as long as it can save her innocent father.
But to no avail.
It has been eleven years, why bother Ge Zhong, he has been living in hell, fortunately, he finally sent one of the culprits to the guillotine.
With a mocking smile, Yan Sikong gently opened his thin lips, and slowly mouthed four words to Ge Zhong: cut grass and roots.
The big knife gleaming with cold light is swung high, the sharp cold blade seems to be able to cut through time and space, cut open the dark clouds, just a single volley of the knife can tear apart the demons in the world with a force of destruction.
Devil.
Yan Sikong's pupils were bloody—
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When Yan Sikong returned to the mansion with dull and tired steps, he saw a familiar carriage parked in front of the door—from Prince Jingyuan’s mansion.
He walked over and saw that Xiao Liu was waiting for him, and when he saw him, he respectfully said: "Master Yan, my family invites you to come to Lingwu Villa for a gathering."
Yan Sikong stared at Xiao Liu without blinking for a long time with a pair of empty eyes, until Xiao Liu became hairy, and said: "I'll let Ali pack his bags."
Ge Zhong died, and his hatred and bloodthirsty were like a hole that could not be filled, and became empty again.
He remembered what Ge Zhong said before his death, he was not afraid, if there were real ghosts in the world, they should have slaughtered all the evil people in the world, he just felt powerless, maybe he should go to his father's spiritual tablet to toast a few glasses of wine, but he really wanted to see Feng Ye, because he knew that he could sleep peacefully tonight only by Feng Ye's side.
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Following the carriage to Jingshan, he and Feng Ye hadn't seen each other for more than a month, and the two of them had no time to eat, so he was dragged into the room by Feng Ye, where he tenderized him a bit, and relieved his longing.
After the cloud and rain, Feng Ye traced Yan Sikong's sweaty ridge with his fingers, watching him lying lazily in his arms like a cat, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.
Yan Sikong turned around: "Are you done with the military affairs of Jingshan Camp?"
"I've been busy for so long, it should be over." Feng Ye delicately kissed his forehead, "What about you? Are you doing well in the official department?"
"It's only been a few days, and it went smoothly." Yan Sikong lightly brushed Feng Ye's cloud hair and pulled it behind his ears, staring at him with bright eyes without blinking, "Do you know that today Ge Zhong and others Beheaded?"
"I heard." Feng Ye was puzzled, "Why did Ge Yong be executed too? Didn't the general promise Ge Zhong to send Ge Yong lightly?"
Yan Sikong couldn't restrain his complacency and desire to confide, and said frankly: "I persuaded Mr. Liang to hand over Ge Yong's criminal evidence to the Sanju District. This man is Ge Zhong's only son. Whatever Ge Zhong did, he must participate in it, and he should be punished for the crime. .”
Feng Ye frowned slightly: "It makes sense, it's just..."
"Why, do you still have to pay attention to a death row prisoner?" Yan Sikong said coldly, "He is not worthy."
Feng Ye hugged him: "Alright, so that the Ge family won't have revenge in the future."
Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "Yes, cut the weeds and root them out."
Feng Ye rubbed Yan Sikong's warm neck, and said with a smile, "Kong'er, I have some good news for you."
"Oh? What good news?"
"My father sent troops to intercept Wala's rear army and trapped them in Yulian Hut. Wala had almost defeated the Jinren. Now that he is facing enemies, he is likely to be annihilated by my father."
Yan Sikong's eyes widened, and he said ecstatically, "Great! If you can wipe out Oara, and then take advantage of the situation to wipe out the gold thieves in one fell swoop, then the border of Dasheng will be safe for a hundred years!"
Feng Ye also excitedly said: "The battle report should have arrived at the imperial court. My father has defended Datong for more than 20 years. Although he never made the barbarians pass the border, he never uprooted them. If he can hit Wala hard this time, my father will be famous in history." .”
Yan Sikong said with a smile: "Above the history, there has long been a place for King Jingyuan."
"And me." Feng Ye grinned arrogantly, "There must be me."
Yan Sikong looked at the dazzling light radiating from Feng Ye, couldn't help hooking his neck, and kissed his lips heavily.
Feng Ye wandered all over Yan Sikong's body, not forgetting to say in a gentle voice: "Tomorrow, General Zhao invited you to Jingshan Camp and said that he would celebrate with you."
"Okay." Yan Sikong rolled over and pressed Feng Ye under him, "It's the first time I went to the Jingshan Camp, and it must be more prestigious than the Ping Rebel Camp."
Feng Ye smirked and said: "I want you to appreciate the majesty of the commander first."
Yan Sikong smiled lowly and fell into a new round of lingering with him.