Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 97
The heavy rain was torrential, the cold wind howled, and the darkness between the sky and the earth made people breathless.

In the dark hut, Fu Yuanzhi sat in front of the desk, took out the swallow paper from the box, and silently wrote Buddhist scriptures over and over again with his left hand.

There was cold sweat oozing from his forehead, his breathing trembled slightly, and the incomparably miserable scene in front of the Zhao Mansion in the afternoon was still echoing in his ears——

"You are wronged, you are wronged! The Zhao family did not commit treason or treason. I beg Your Majesty to give the Zhao family a clean slate!"

Master Zhao is in tears. He has been in business for decades, and the richest man in Pingjiang has come to an end, but he never imagined that he would be reduced to such a fate of punishing the nine clans!
The guards who came to ransack the house were extremely rude. They tortured the young and old of the Zhao family in shackles and dragged them out like animals. Their clothes were messy and their hair was disheveled. They had no dignity at all in front of everyone.

There was a young man from the Zhao family who was just babbling, and accidentally fell to the ground while crying. Before the nanny could pick him up, the guard next to him had already kicked the child, hitting the child's heart, and the child almost choked from crying. live!

"Too much deceit!" Several boys of Zhao family's eyes were tearing apart, and they all rushed towards the guard excitedly. The little boy's biological mother even picked up the child, screaming with bloodshot eyes to catch the guard. s face.

For a moment, there was chaos, and the front of the Zhao Mansion was like purgatory on earth.

This is the first time that Fu Yuanzhi witnessed the process of ransacking the house with his own eyes. Almost all the teachers and students of the academy rushed away, and many people shed tears. They couldn't bear it. Standing in the crowd, he felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet. rise.

One night in the clouds, one night in hell.

Obviously, not long ago, in the competition between the universities of the two countries, Zhao Qinghe also saved face for the Zhao family, and won a great reward from Emperor Liang.

The situation is erratic and ever-changing, it seems like a lifetime away.

While Fu Yuanzhi was in a daze, there was a person beside him with heaving chest, clenched his hands and wanted to rush out, he was startled, and quickly pulled him back: "My lord, don't be impulsive, this is the emperor's will, you can't change anything !"

That person was Ji Wenjing who was full of urgency, and he growled, "Don't stop me!"

Fu Yuanzhi still didn't let go of his hand, "Don't be impulsive, think long term!"

While they were still tugging at each other, a figure squeezed out of the crowd on the other end, and a sharp voice resounded through the sky: "Stop it, it's too much!"

It was Sun Zuoyang who was trembling with anger, and Sun Mengyin squeezed out behind him, "Even children are not spared, do you have any humanity?"

"Let me go!" Ji Wenjing threw off Fu Yuanzhi and ran out without hesitation.

All the teachers and students were agitated. Standing in the crowd, Fu Yuanzhi was short of breath and struggled in every possible way, but he couldn't take that step.

"Ah Jun, if you were here right now, I'm afraid I would not be able to stop you..." He murmured, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, but finally took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The Zhao family's demise came too unexpectedly. Luo Qiuchi and Wen Renjun were not in the imperial city at the moment. Fu Yuanzhi only knew that they left Shengdu with Ruan Xiaomei overnight, but he didn't know what to do. For the first time in his life, he was so incomparably I hope... Luo Qiuchi can be here.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, it seemed that as long as he was there, he would always be able to turn the tide of the previous storms, and the crumbling sky above his head seemed to be supported by someone, which could make them feel more at ease.

The cold wind was blowing, and in the chaotic scene, Zhao Qinghe was pushed to the ground by a guard. When she was in a panic, a figure rushed to her side like the wind, and protected her into her arms, blocking those rough pushing and shoving.

"Ji, Senior Brother Ji!"

Zhao Qinghe was full of tears, and when he looked up, he only saw Ji Wenjing's distressed face. He hugged her tightly, breathing hotly: "It's okay, Qinghe, don't be afraid, I'm here, everything will be fine..."

Zhao Qinghe's nose was sour, and his eyes became even redder, but suddenly, as if thinking of something, he grabbed Ji Wenjing's hand, and quietly handed something into his palm.

"He, they didn't find this. I hid it in my sleeve and brought it out. Fortunately, it was not searched away..."

The thing was smooth and compact, and extremely warm to the touch. Ji Wenjing's body froze, and he suddenly realized that what Zhao Qinghe stuffed into his palm was the coral bead he had given her!
"You, what are you doing?"

Zhao Qinghe took a breath, trying to calm down his emotions, not letting his tears fall, "Senior Brother Ji, return it, return it to you..."

She raised the corner of her mouth, and even smiled with tears in her eyes: "In the future, you will give it to other girls in the future, it is me, I am not blessed..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Ji Wenjing shouted, his eyes flushed suddenly, and when he was about to push the coral bead back, Zhao Qinghe had already been mentioned by several guards. Ji Wenjing was startled, and subconsciously wanted to grab Zhao Qinghe's hand, " Qinghe!"

That was a scene that Fu Yuan would never forget for a long time. Under the sky, the two were separated abruptly. Zhao Qinghe's slender body trembled until he was staggered and pushed several steps away. Looking back, those tears that were held back finally surged down, wetting the flying dust in front of him.

"Qinghe!"

The sound that pierced the sky was piercing, and it still hovers in Fu Yuanzhi's heart, making him deeply sympathetic.

The rain was pouring down, the night wind was getting stronger and stronger, the sound of crutches hitting the ground came from far to near, the door was pushed open with a sound, and Zheng Fengyu walked in.

This time, Fu Yuanzhi didn't put those things back into the box, but continued to hold the pen and write the Buddhist scriptures silently.

Until Zheng Fengyu walked in front of him, he smiled coldly: "Isn't it just copying the house of a traitor? What's your business? Are you like this? Even if you write ten thousand Buddhist scriptures silently here, it won't help. Who got it?"

"Mother." Fu Yuanzhi raised his head, and there was a trace of pain on his usually calm face: "Please don't say that, those after all, after all, are...Baby's classmate, a teammate that I used to fight side by side with." , is also a friend who has experienced life and death together."

"Friends?" Zheng Fengyu sneered more and more, and even raised his tone strangely: "When did you become friends with them? Are they worthy of being your friends?"

"Mother!" There was a gleam of light in Fu Yuan's eyes, his throat rolled down, and he said word by word: "People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, children are not wood, children also have hearts, you really want to force children to this place to the extent?"

The wind and rain were blowing, the thunder was rumbling, and a flash of lightning flashed out of the window. Zheng Fengyu pursed his lips, but did not speak any more.

She stood aside, watching Fu Yuanzhi silently write another piece of Buddhist scriptures, and then said slowly: "How do you think about Princess Xuanyin's affairs?"

Fu Yuanzhi's pen tip paused, and his face suddenly became terribly cold: "Mother, do you really want to talk to the child about this matter at this time?"

"Then when?" Zheng Fengyu was obviously also angry, she tapped the ground heavily with her crutches, and gritted her teeth in a low voice: "The sixth prince has looked for your father several times, both openly and secretly, and also sent many things to me Come on, Princess Xuanyin really likes you, if it's normal, it's fine, I can allow you to think about it slowly, when is it now? Do you still want to put on airs of the eldest son?"

She took a step closer, bent down, and said ruthlessly to Fu Yuanzhi: "Don't you see how chaotic the situation is at all? The Sixth Prince is always a big tree, and my mother thinks about you wholeheartedly. Why are you so confused? Woolen cloth?"

The strength in Fu Yuan's hand increased, almost breaking the pen. He tried his best to swallow all the churning emotions, and said in a cold voice: "Mother, I don't want to talk about this matter today, please leave the child alone."

Zheng Fengyu wanted to say something else, but looked at the pale face in front of the case, and couldn't bear to force it anymore, but sighed when he went out: "My son, the way of life is at your feet, think about it carefully Bar……"

There was a violent wind and heavy rain, the sky and the earth were filled with darkness, and the cell was piercingly cold.

The night in early spring was extremely chilly. Ji Wenjing and Sun Zuoyang held umbrellas and met unexpectedly head-on under the long steps in front of the prison gate. When they saw each other, they were startled: "Are you here too?"

They carried bedding and food in their hands, and besides sending things, they also brought a lot of money with them. This kind of place is a hell on earth, and the Zhao family can live comfortably in it only if they have to do something.

The two had the same thoughts, and there was no time to exchange pleasantries at the moment, they just went up the stairs together, feeling extremely heavy in their hearts.

The candles in the prison were dimly lit, and the men and women of the Zhao family were locked in different places, each guarded by jailers.

In the cold prison cell, there were occasional crying sounds from the female relatives, and everyone shivered and gathered together, and they didn't look like the half-wealthy family in the past.

One of Zhao Qinghe's sister-in-law couldn't bear it anymore, she touched her waist and touched the prison door a little bit, and begged: "You two elder brothers, my old lady is not in good health, it's too humid and cold here, can you clean the bed?" Bring the quilt to make the old man feel better?"

The "Old Madam" in her mouth is none other than the oldest old matriarch of the Zhao family, Zhao Qinghe's grandmother.

The old man was honored all his life, and he had never suffered such a crime. Several granddaughters-in-law of the Zhao family surrounded her and took turns warming her feet, in case the old man's bones were frozen and something bad happened.

It was Zhao Qinghe's sister-in-law who asked for a quilt, the mistress in charge of the Zhao family's mansion. She is usually an extremely capable, filial and gentle person.

Now that she is four months pregnant, it is inconvenient for her to support her waist, but she still remembers the warmth of the old lady. When she touched the prison door, she wanted to ask the jailer for a quilt. Seeing this, Zhao Qinghe hurried forward and supported her she.

"Sister-in-law, be careful, don't move your fetus."

As soon as she said these words, the two jailers who had been drinking under the lamp and ignored them suddenly turned their heads and gave Zhao Qinghe's sister-in-law a strange look.

One of them raised his eyebrows and said narrowly: "Look at this girl, she doesn't have a big belly and her waist is still thin, she's actually pregnant. If she's not pregnant, how beautiful is she?"

The other laughed twice: "After all, the Zhao family is rich, and the wife they married is of course not ordinary. It is possible for a fairy to come down to earth. Do you think it is the same as your tigress?"

"Go, go!" The man waved his hand, put down the jug, squinted his eyes and looked up and down at Zhao Qinghe's sister-in-law a few times, and suddenly smiled obscenely at the other person: "Hey, have you ever played with a big belly woman? "

The other person understood, and put down the jug as well, his eyes lit up: "Why don't we try?"

They walked to the prison door reeking of alcohol, grinning and trying to grab Mrs. Zhao Qinghe's hand, "Little lady, why don't you drink and have fun with the two elder brothers? Maybe we'll be happy, show mercy, you The old lady has a quilt, how about it?"

"No!" The sister-in-law screamed and staggered back, but the cell door had already been opened, and the two men stooped to get in, and they wanted to drag her out roughly.

"Pull her out and take off her clothes to see how big her belly is!"

"No, don't! Let me go!" The sister-in-law was so frightened that her face paled, and the two guards slapped her involuntarily, and one of them said viciously: "I don't even look at where I am now, I thought it was the noble lady of the Zhao family. Is it your turn to say no?"

As he spoke, he was about to pull him out, but the female family members of the Zhao family wanted to step forward to stop them, but they were kicked away by another kick. The prison was crying and screaming, and there was chaos in an instant.

Zhao Qinghe firmly grasped his sister-in-law's hand, with a pale face: "No! Let go of my sister-in-law!"

In her desperation, she got the courage she didn't know where to bite down on the back of one of the jailors' hands. The jailer slapped her with his hand in pain!

"Damn it!" His eyes were scarlet and irritable, and he reached out to pull Zhao Qinghe's hair, "Dare to bite me, I will let you bite enough later!"

"Pull this little one out!" Zhao Qinghe was roughly pulled by two jailers, and she fell out heavily. The two jailers closed the cell door quickly, and then turned to look at her on the ground, with a grin on her face. , approaching her step by step.

"The girls of the Zhao family are all beautiful, and this little one is not bad, it's more tender than the one just now!"

The two approached step by step, Zhao Qinghe trembled on the ground: "No, don't!"

She turned her head and wanted to run away, but someone grabbed her long hair, and there was a piercing pain, and tears blurred her vision.

"Drag over there, let's play slowly!"

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