The rain gradually stopped.
Behind the incense case opposite Fengbo Pavilion, the prison officer Wan Tumao instructed the servants on the side to put away the umbrella and squinted to see the sky light gradually showing through the cracks of the dark clouds.
It's almost three o'clock noon.
Although Qin Xiang had instructed himself that he could rectify the Fa with Yue Fei and his son as soon as possible without waiting until the hour was right, but he had waited until this moment and even hoped that time would pass more slowly.
Is there anything more than a person who you always wanted to fawn on, but he never came and never glanced at you, now kneels in front of him to make himself come more comfortable
What's more, the ragged prisoner in front of him was the first general of the Song Dynasty, and even he stomped his foot. Those golden soldiers, who were like wolves and tigers, would be awake at night and fought for days with fear.
But such a character is now in his own hands, letting him slaughter him.
He left Xiangtan, walked Fangbu to the front of Yue Fei, and asked softly: "Yue Fei, Marshal Yue, and Fu Shi Yue Xuan, do you remember the days when you and I worked together on Hubei Road?"
Yue Fei closed his eyes and thought, but ignored him.
However, Wan Qianmao was very excited, and a smile appeared on his face: "How amazing your Grand Marshal Yue was back then. You have the power of the army, the head of the town, and our county officials, in your eyes, it’s not as good as that. A dog."
He gradually gritted his teeth: "Back then, I missed the night and night, so I got up and waited in front of your house, waiting to see you, the envoy Yue Xuanfu, and telling you about the'foot soldiers','foot wealth', and'shuwei'. ', the'tree man' four major strategies, but unfortunately I have a heart of fists, but in exchange for your scolding, cold face, and derogation again and again. Actually even your concierge dared to splash me with dirty water, It is said that Grand Shuai Yue ordered me personally, and I will not be allowed to enter the Yue Mansion for half a step, because people like me are not worthy to say the first half of a sentence to Grand Shuai Yue."
He bent down with a hideous face, looked at Yue Fei in a prison uniform, and whispered in his ear: "Dashuai Yue, if you had used my plan earlier, I am afraid that it would have been Long Fei Jiutian at this moment. How can you be trapped today? The situation. Now, you regret it, and it’s too late."
However, Yue Fei remained silent, unconsciously.
Wan Tong's eyes glared, his right hand grabbed Yue Fei's hair hard, and shouted: "Yue Fei, the officer is talking to you, why don't you answer?"
Yue Yun snorted angrily next to him, and was about to speak, but Yue Fei suddenly opened his eyes.
Wan Yumao collided with his bright and limpid eyes, the full of confidence disappeared without a trace unknowingly, let go of Yue Fei's hair, and even backed a few steps.
Yue Fei smiled and opened his mouth: "Because you are not worthy!"
"You!" These five words are like five knives, deeply pierced into Wan Hao's heart. His face flushed in vain and quickly turned purple again. He stretched out his hand to support the pillar next to him, and opened his mouth wide. After taking a few deep breaths, the trembling body was stopped.
When I meet again ten years later, I still have only these five words.
He suddenly turned around, and did not look at Yue Fei again, squeezing out two words with a tone that he felt to the extreme dryness: "Execution!"
The two powerful men next to them came forward, their expressionless faces could not help showing a trace of unbearable expression, but they still had to lift the ghost knife in their hands.
The hoof cut.
Wan Hao looked back in amazement, Chen Huan's voice was already heard from a distance: "The sage has a decree, keep people under the sword!"
Everyone in the pavilion looked at each other, and even Yue Fei opened his eyes somewhat unexpectedly.
Wan Hao hesitated slightly, Chen Huan was already a lot closer, and a red shadow behind him, chasing after Chen Huan, was even more anxious.
Wan Qimao gritted his teeth fiercely, waved his hand, and yelled to the executioner: "Cut!"
The executioner was accustomed to the command of only the supervisor and the officer, and as Wan Tumo's voice rose and fell, the sword in his hand fell on Yue Fei's neck subconsciously.
A long spear flew through the air from nowhere.
With a sharp sound of "Dang Ying", the spear was breaking the Ghost Knife in the executioner's hand, and it was going on going, but it nailed Wan Tsui directly to the pillar of Fengbo Pavilion.
Zhao Kuangyin got off his horse and saw Yue Fei at first sight.
Although he was wearing a prison uniform, even though he was kneeling on the ground, and even though there were hundreds of people in the Fengbo Pavilion, Yue Fei could still make people notice him at first sight.
Although he hasn't turned his head back, Zhao Kuangyin has already read the breath of a golden horse and iron horse in him.
He is different from Han Shizhong, Han Shizhong's body rises with a strong blood, giving people the first feeling that he is suitable for fighting bravely.
But in Yue Fei, Zhao Kuangyin saw a bit of pity.
On the battlefield of flesh and blood, I felt compassion for my own soldiers and the enemy's soldiers.
Nai knows the soldier is a murder weapon, the saint has no choice but to do it!
As expected, Yue Fei was more than a member of the generals.
Was frightened, Wan Tusao realized that the spear was only nailing his robes, and quickly struggling out in embarrassment, rushed to Zhao Kuangyin’s feet and screamed: “Chen Wan Tu sees you. Long live my emperor long live long live long live!"
Everyone also knelt down, and Yue Fei and Yue Yun also turned around and bowed to the ground. It's just Zhao Kuangyin's pair of spiritual ears, but you can clearly hear that from Yue Fei's mouth, there is no shouting long live.
He smiled lightly, came to Yue Fei, and said: "Yue Aiqing, I am here!"
Yue Fei replied softly: "The minister thanks your majesty for not killing." His tone was light, but he seemed to be telling something irrelevant.
Zhao Kuangyin smiled lightly: "Although capital crimes are exempt, living crimes cannot escape, Yue Aiqing, what kind of charge do you want me to convict you of?"
Yue Fei still didn't look up: "There are 137 kinds of instruments of torture in Dali Temple. What kind of crimes your Majesty wants to convict the ministers, Dali Temple will naturally ask the ministers to confess what crimes."
Wan Yumao raised his face and was about to open his mouth, but he happened to see Zhao Kuangyin's solemn eyes sweeping over him, and he couldn't help but tremble all over, and quickly lowered his head again.
Zhao Kuangyin's eyes were finally fixed on Yue Fei, and Su Er said loudly, "Yue Fei listens to the decree!"
Yue Fei replied in a low voice: "The minister is here."
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Kuangyin's mouth: "After three days, all officials in Beijing Grade 5 or above must participate in the court meeting. I will order you to go to the palace in three days and go to the palace to discuss your sins with the hundreds of civil and military officials in Beijing!"
Yue Fei was shocked, and finally raised his head, looking straight at Zhao Kuangyin's smiling eyes.
"Chen, get the purpose!"
……
Qin Xi, dressed in casual clothes, don’t walk into the study room of the Prime Minister’s Mansion. He raised his eyes and saw Qin Hui, who was in a broad band in front of the desk, was struggling to write. He suddenly lowered his footsteps and walked gently to Qin Hui’s side to study ink for him. .
Above the court, Qin Xi was in front of the hall, and the emperor approached his ministers, and he kept his promises. However, when he arrived here, he was as respectful and well-behaved as a filial son who was obsessed with joy.
Qin Hui, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, was over fifty years old, but he was only as good as thirty people. Fang Fang's face was square, with five long beards neatly and neatly, which added a bit of elegance. However, the most difficult thing to see at first sight is his eyes that are often half-squinted, flashing a frightening cold light from time to time.
No one could tell from his eyes what he was thinking, including his closest adopted son Qin Xi.
Qin Hui's brush with dragons and snakes wrote a piece of "Chibi Fu" by a Dongpo layman.
Sending a mayfly in the sky and the earth is a drop in the ocean. To mourn the moment of my life, to envy the infinity of the Yangtze River;
Qin Xi is also a person who knows the goods, and praised on the side: "The words written by the foster father are strict and unconstrained, wide and moderate, and the transfer point is round and down. The momentum is smooth and vigorous, accompanied by the majestic words of Su Xueshi, and the style. The flow of Pentium simply makes this piece of paper unbearable."
Qin Hui ignored his flattering words, and kept writing, "Only the breeze on the river, the bright moon in the mountains, the sound of ears, the beauty of sight, no restraint, inexhaustible use, is "The Creator's Endless Zangya", just now leisurely said: "The whole passage of "Chibi Fu" has an extraordinary charm, but this last sentence is still empty. After all, Su Dabei is a scribe who can only talk about the wind and the moon. "
"As far as a real hero is concerned, the endless hidden possessions he wants to possess", he paused, paused slightly, raised his head, looked at Qin Xi, and said with a slight smile: "It should be this world."
Qin Xi's heart was shocked, and he lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Qin Hui's eyes.
Although he faintly guessed the thoughts of his foster father on weekdays, he seldom heard him say so bluntly as today. For a while, he was shocked and even forgot the urgent things he wanted to talk about when he first came in.
Is it because the foster father finally went to that Yue Fei in his heart
A smile appeared at the corner of Qin Hui's mouth, then he leaned down to read his words, and asked, "Xi'er, you are here in a hurry, but what's the urgent matter?"
Qin Xi suddenly saved, raising her head and frowning: "Just now, Liu Di in the palace sent a message, saying that Han Shizhong was riding into the palace on horseback. The palace guards couldn't stop him, and Han Shizhong came straight ahead..."
He hesitated for a while before continuing: "Liu Di also said that today's officials, after hearing Han Shizhong's advice, not only immediately issued an edict to pardon Yue Fei for his death, but also flew out of the palace and went straight to Xizhimen..."
Qin Hui laughed dumbly, did not look up, and sighed: "This Liu Di, who is also the head of the eunuch, should go to the teahouse of Piaoxiangfang to tell the story. Today's emperor's official house is just strong enough to carry a golden bowl for dinner. Feiqi? Could it be that he rode that fanned green mule and could run straight from the Imperial City to Xizhimen?"
Qin Xi grinned reluctantly, and when he was about to speak, Qin Hui said again: "Fang Jin, the official, I know the best. I pretend to send out an imperial decree to win Han Shizhong's gratitude and leave the wicked to me. Doing it alone is just his usual trick. If he flies out of the city by himself, hehe..."
He shook his head: "I think it's probably that Liu Di's eunuch has a tight hand again, and he deliberately said that the situation is extremely tense, wanting to cheat more money."
Qin Xi was anxious, and boldly raised his voice and said: "But the foster father, just now I have sent people to report urgently. The holy driver did fly for sixty miles and went straight to Xizhimen. Wang Xuan didn't dare to stop him, and the emperor's officials again Personally broke into the storm pavilion, Yue Fei..."
He peeked at Qin Hui's face, only then boldly said, "Yue Fei is not dead!"
"What?" Qin Hui, who was writing and signing, shook his hand, splashed a drop of ink on the jade tube wolf pen he held in his hand, and dyed a cloud of jet black on the large writing that had just been written.
Qin Xi met Qin Hui's eyes finally raised from the book case, and said anxiously: "Furthermore, today, I also ordered Yue Fei to go to the palace three days later, and discuss his crimes with officials of the fifth rank and above in Beijing!"
Only at the very first moment, Qin Xi read a trace of anxiety and shock from Qin Hui’s eyes, but in an instant he returned to the usual depth and endlessness, so that Qin Xi was a little suspicious that the adoptive father’s shocked expression was just his own. Hallucinations.
Qin Hui walked slowly around the bookcase. Qin Xi stood by, keeping his eyes fixed on his adoptive father.
He knew that every time his foster father was pacing in the study, he must be thinking about the solution to difficult and difficult things, so that he stood silently and did not even dare to take a breath.
After a long time, Qin Hui suddenly showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, before returning to the book case, he unexpectedly raised his pen again.
Qin Xi couldn't figure it out, and quietly came to him, and couldn't help but ask: "Foster father, we... how should we respond?"
Qin Hui concentrated on the pen in his hand, gradually smearing the splash of ink into a black dragon with teeth and dancing claws. He spoke leisurely, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his voice: "Do what you think you should do."
"But..." Qin Xi was full of questions, but didn't know how to speak.
"Xi'er," Qin Hui raised his head with an inscrutable smile: "Crisis is often a turning point at the same time!"
……
The dark cloud deposition weather cast a layer of haze on the already dignified Daqing Palace.
Zhao Kuangyin sat on a tall dragon chair, looking down at the hundreds of civil and military officials under the ranks.
The Southern Song Dynasty Lin'an imperial city was built deliberately imitating the Bianjing imperial palace, and even the name of the hall of the Chaohui Hall is still called Daqing Hall.
Everything here is familiar to Zhao Kuangyin, but strange.
Yue Fei stood alone at the head of the class on the right, only Han Shizhong was with him, and everyone else was separated from him by a short distance.
The few former generals who were supposed to be standing by Yue Fei's side, yesterday handed in the papers for applying for leave.
Liu Qi, Wu Lin... Seeing a large part of the class that should have belonged to them under the order, Zhao Kuangyin sighed slightly.
Maintaining Yue Fei is actually maintaining their own dignity. However, they still chose to be unable to shrink. They obviously lacked confidence in themselves, the emperor. They were afraid that this would be their own strategy. If they could not rescue Yue Fei, they would suffer from it. Implicated.
It seems that the deeds of his unscrupulous descendants have really chilled the hearts of these tigers and generals.
Since the emperor’s promotion to the palace and the end of the congratulatory ceremony, half of the incense has passed. Among the hundreds of officials in the hall, none of them dared to speak up first.
Three days ago, everyone knew that the emperor's official sitting high on the dragon's seat now had a heart for peace, and if they wanted to make peace, they would kill Yue Fei. Even if the so-called ten deadly sins were nothing but nothing, Yue Fei had to die.
However, it was precisely this emperor official who, after tying Yue Fei to the execution ground, drove Yue Fei back from the Guimen Pass on a single horse, and then personally pulled Yue Fei back from the Guimen Pass, and allowed him to go into the palace and come here to discuss his crimes. .
Nowadays, in the civil and military dynasty, no one dares to say that he can understand what kind of ideas the smiling emperor official is thinking.
In particular, Qin Hui and Qin Xianggong are the most important people in the court today, and Yue Fei, the main party involved in this matter, stood silently at the head of the class on the left and right, but they looked at the nose and the heart in the same way, without saying anything. , It seems like an outsider.
Zhao Kuangyin smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Every Qing family, today's court meeting, it was the court's discussion of Yue Fei's crime, but now all the officials are silent, don't they think that Yue Fei is innocent?"
As soon as he said this, there was a low noise suddenly below.
Zhao Kuangyin's words have almost clearly indicated that he is biased towards Yue Fei's position.
Wan Tongdao and Qin Xi, who were in the middle of the left column, exchanged glances, stood in the middle and said, "The minister thinks otherwise!"
Zhao Kuangyin's eyes narrowed slightly: "What is the opinion of Wan Qing's family?"
Wan Yumao was frightened by Zhao Kuangyin’s gaze. He coughed and said, “The minister thought that for more than 100 years since the founding of the Song Dynasty, the emperor has always ruled the world with scholar-bureaucrats. Yue Fei was born as a martial artist. Moreover, the criminal is rebellious and has already pleaded guilty to the law, but his majesty did not follow the ancestral law, and allowed him to go to the hall and be in the same class as me. But what face is there for my scholars to stand on the court? Your majesty, the ministers will not speak. , I didn’t think that Yue Fei was innocent, but I was ashamed to discuss the state with a condemned prisoner. If Yue Fei didn’t go, why did the Ming Dynasty have strict laws and disciplines? How could he comfort the world’s scholars? Please observe! "
Wan Hao's face is indeed extraordinary, and Jing Er said this mythology impassionedly. At one time, many officials were whispering to each other. There was the Song generation. Scholars naturally looked down on the martial artist. For a time, Wan Hao's myth was quite quite. Wow a round of approval.
Han Shizhong frowned and was about to step forward, but was lightly stepped on by Yue Fei.
"Students... plead guilty..."
Zhao Kuangyin chewed on these two words, and a smile appeared on his face as cold as a knife. He cast his eyes down slightly, and said softly: "Yue Fei, since scholars all over the world can't bear to wear this dress, then Why don't you take it off and show them."
Han Shizhong was shocked and looked at Zhao Kuangyin incredulously. He was about to rush out of class, but was blocked by Yue Fei.
Without surprise, Yue Fei walked slowly to the middle of the hall, turned his back to the officials, knelt on his knees, and slowly relieved his robes, revealing his muscular shirtless body.
"Ah!" Countless exclaims came from behind.
They had already heard that Grand Marshal Yue Feiyue had four big characters stabbed on the back of "Serve the Country with All Your Loyalty", but now if they weren't someone who knew it beforehand, they couldn't see exactly what the tattoo was written on.
A series of knife scars and sword marks covered the entire back. The most shocking thing is a big bowl scar on the back of the heart. Although it has healed for a long time, it is especially a muscle valgus. I don't know how deep it was at that time. Some civil servants had already closed their eyes and dared not take another look. They have never experienced the battlefield, it is really unimaginable, how can the people who have suffered so many serious injuries survive to this day