The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was born, and my immortal identity was exposed

Chapter 159
When Cui Luan came to his senses, the first thing he did was to rush home.

You have to tell the Patriarch about this immediately, so that the Patriarch can make up his mind.

Along the way, many people recognized him as a young talent of the Cui family, and the voices of abuse were endless.

What's more, they took out rotten eggs and vegetable leaves and smashed him all over.

Cui Luan was in a hurry, but he didn't dare to stay longer, so he could only run away in embarrassment.

No matter how high Boling Cui's status was before, how badly he fell at this time.

People's hearts have always been like this, the more you flaunt yourself, the higher people's demands on you.

And when the Cui family, a big family in the country, did something completely inconsistent with their identities, what greeted them was the rejection of the common people.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes it, and when the drum breaks, everyone beats it.

Not to mention, these are all His Majesty's intentions.

So he pushed harder and beat harder.

Cui Luan was furious in his heart, but seeing more and more people gathering, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the brothel is not too far from the Cui family's house, the Cui family has a lot of prestige, and there are many gatekeepers, but no one dares to come here to make trouble.

Cui Luan fled in hastily with a mess all over his body.

He didn't even bother to change his clothes, and ran directly into the hall. The people in Cui's family who could take care of things were basically here.

Cui Luan saw the battle and knew that the news should have come back, so he simply found a corner and stood there, ready to listen to the elders' discussion.

Beside him, there were a few juniors who didn't seem to know what happened. Seeing Cui Luan in such a mess, he couldn't help asking in a low voice:
"Brother, what's the matter?"

"Sigh." Cui Luan shook his head, "I was thrown by someone on the way back."

"Hmph! Who dares to be so rude to elder brother? Could it be someone from Chang'an City?"

"It's the people from those families, do you dare to humiliate elder brother like this, and deceive me that there is no one in the Cui family?"

"No, no." Cui Luan quickly waved his hand, "It's just ordinary people in the county."

"Ah? How is it possible? These unscrupulous people ate the guts of ambitious leopards?"

Cui Luan sighed: "Listen carefully, the Cui family is in trouble this time."

The juniors wanted to say something more, but Cui Luan stopped them, with an aggrieved look on their faces.

Obviously, they didn't know anything about the newspaper, and they didn't believe Cui Luan's words at all.

Is the Cui family in trouble?how is this possible!

They are the Cui family of Boling, the head of the five surnames and seven Wangs!

But those core members of the Cui family in the hall didn't think so, and they all showed sad faces.

"Have you read all the newspapers? If you haven't read it, go get a copy yourself."

Old Mrs. Cui is over half a hundred years old, but he is still full of vigor, with a deep voice, not like an old man in his dying years.

People who didn't know about this hurriedly went to get a newspaper, and after reading it, they were just like Cui Luan before, lost in spirits.

"How could this be? Your Majesty is trying to ruin our reputation!"

"It's such a vicious mind, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard to stop Youyou's mouth."

"Ah Weng, we can't just let this matter continue to spread, you see, my brother has been made into this look!"

A group of juniors were the least thoughtful, and they panicked all of a sudden, telling Old Master Cui to make up his mind quickly.

"What's the point of being so noisy? Be quiet!" A middle-aged man couldn't stand it any longer and shouted to stop.

The hall immediately became quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Old Master Cui was holding a cup of tea with neither joy nor sadness on his face.

After a long time, he slowly said:
"Li Shimin just asked for money, if you want it, give it to him!"

"This matter is on Chang'an's side. Cui Ci has made his own decision. What has it to do with us?"

"Go back and send a million taels of silver to Li Shimin, and remove Cui Ci from the family tree by the way!"

In a few words, Old Master Cui sentenced Cui Ci to death.

Although he also likes Cui Ci very much, otherwise he would not be sent to Chang'an, which is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, where the Cui family has a lot of property and relationships that need to be managed by others.

But Li Shimin's move was too sinister, so he couldn't help but cut off his wrists.

In this day and age, removing one's name from the family tree is more cruel than taking Cui Ci's life.

It means that from now on, Cui Ci can no longer claim to be the Cui family of Boling, and all the aura on his body will be stripped away.

It can be said that Cui Ci will bear this humiliation throughout his life, and will not be buried in Cui's mausoleum until his death.

The sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox permeated the hall.

In such a large family, internal intrigue is naturally inevitable.

As Cui Ci's principal in Chang'an, Cui Ci was coveted by many people.

But even so, they no longer had the idea of ​​gloating at all at the moment, but just felt a sense of crisis.

Today's His Majesty Li Shimin is showing his prestige to these old aristocratic families.

Facing such a powerful enemy, they can no longer continue to fight among themselves.

"Okay, who wants to go to Chang'an?"

Old Master Cui took a sip of tea and asked in a low voice.

It's just that before the few people present could discuss a regulation, a man rushed in from the outside.

With messy hair, staring at a pair of big dark circles, looking haggard and haggard, the body is still trembling slightly, a look of restlessness.

This person is Cui Ci's housekeeper, who has just arrived after traveling all day and night, and rushed here without daring to stay for a moment.

"Patriarch!" The housekeeper couldn't help shouting as soon as he entered.

Old Master Cui frowned and recognized this person.

"Cui Ci asked you to come? Why didn't he come by himself?"

The steward felt sad, and said in a trembling voice: "Ah Lang, he knows that he has humiliated the Cui family, so he has no face to see the Patriarch."

"Sigh." Old Master Cui sighed softly, "That's fine, don't come to see me again from now on, the Cui family has no one to give me."

The butler suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of disbelief, then he smiled miserably and nodded.

This is the ruthlessness of the aristocratic family, he finally saw it.

"You came in a hurry, but what's the matter?"

Old Master Cui shook the teacup in his hand and looked down at the tea leaves rippling in the water.

Having seen so many ups and downs for so many years, although there are some emotional ups and downs at the moment, Mrs. Cui's mentality, like the tea in this cup, is still within the controllable range.

The housekeeper lowered his head, and said slowly, "Ah Lang, he went to His Majesty to intercede on the day the newspaper was published, and was willing to donate 50 taels of silver."

"It's done well, but the layout is too small." Old Master Cui commented, "50 taels won't be enough to feed our Majesty, he must have been rejected, right?"

"The head of the family is right, Alang didn't even see His Majesty's face."

The steward took a deep breath, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "Your Majesty said, you have to ask the Patriarch to talk to him about donating money."

Old Master Cui's body trembled slightly, and a stream of hot tea splashed on his hands.

(End of this chapter)