Chasing King

The news of Yuanmao's imprisonment spread like wildfire, and soon spread all over Guangning. There were many criticisms in the city, and people were worried.

Although they all want to hide from Yue Qingshuang, they are still known by her. She fell ill that day, and the yuan family is in a state of melancholy.

After a very hard night, the three brothers of the yuan family rushed to find Qian Anrong's house and wanted to know the news of the trial from him.

Qian an Rong's face was very ugly. He said in a dull voice, "Ge Zhong has compared the handwriting. It's really written by Mr. Li himself."

"No way!" Yuan Shaoxu said anxiously, "how did Mr. Li speak that day? You, me and the generals of Guangning were present. How did he seem to be coerced?"

"Ah, Shaoxu, I know, but it's useless for me to believe it. The censor has to believe it."

Yuan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "it's not uncommon to see people who can imitate human handwriting. How can we judge this case by handwriting?"

"Mr. Ge also wants to talk with Mr. Li's relatives, but they seem to be really intimidated, vague and dare not speak."

"How is my father now?" Yuan Nanyu asked.

Qian Anrong sighed: "I've been punished But it doesn't matter. The jailers take care of him. "

"Lord Qian, what should we do now?"

Qian anchong shook his head: "you should know that the root of this matter is not in the secret letter, nor is it in Mr. Li. It's your father who has offended the people you can't offend. If he wants to kill your father, I'm afraid..."

"What if I ask Han Zhaoxing?" Yuan Shaoxu said anxiously, "as long as he is willing to release his father, our family will leave Guangning and never come back!"

"Absolutely not." Qian anchong said with a bitter smile, "if you go to beg him, don't you tell the world that he framed your father? He's going to get even more exasperated. I have written to the right servant of the Ministry of punishment. He is my fellow countryman. Maybe he is willing to help. At the same time, he will send a letter to Datong mansion. King Jingyuan appreciates your father. If he is willing to intercede for your father, this case will have a better chance. "

"Thank you, Mr. Qian. Thank you, Mr. Qian." Yuan Si lit up a glimmer of hope in the hollow, that person, will help dad.

Yuan Nanyu asked, "Lord Qian, can I go to the prison to see my father?"

"Lord Ge doesn't allow anyone to visit now."

Yuan Sikong frowned and said, "this is against the law of Da Sheng. No matter what kind of crime you commit, your relatives and relatives can visit you."

"Ah, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. What kind of law does the censor tell you? If he doesn't agree, don't go

Yuan Sikong clenched his fist, and his heart was filled with hopeless powerlessness. He was so weak that his most important person was falsely accused of wrongly going to prison, and he could do nothing!

On the way back, yuan Nanyu said: "can you help us? And King Jingyuan, he seems to be a good man... "

Yuan Shaoxu said sadly: "now we can only wait for the news."

Yuan Nanyu gritted her teeth and said, "no, let's break the prison!"

"Don't be whimsical." Yuan Shaoxu took out some money and threw it to him, "go to the drugstore and take my mother's medicine home." Then he left in a hurry.

Holding the silver, yuan Nanyu stared at Yuan Sikong with her big black and white eyes, "second brother, you are the smartest. What can you do?"

Yuan Sikong pondered for a moment: "I'm going to find Mr. Li's family."

"OK, let's go together."

"Go and get the medicine for your mother."

"Second brother..."

"Be obedient." Yuan Sikong patted yuan Nanyu's face and looked at him seriously, "take good care of your mother."

Yuan Nan Yu pursed her mouth and nodded.

After they separated, Yuan Sikong went straight to Li Fu.

Li's family is still in mourning, and the family is dead.

After Yuan Sikong reported to the porter, he waited quietly outside the door. After a while, the porter came back and said with no expression: "madam is very sad. I won't see you. Please come back, young master."

"Uncle, I have something important to ask for."

"Come back, please."

"Uncle." Yuansikong pleaded, "my father Yuanmao was framed and put in prison. He saved Guangning!"

The porter was embarrassed, but finally he shook his head with a cruel heart: "madam, you can't see me. Please go back." Then he pushed yuan Sikong out of the threshold and closed the door.

Yuan Si kicked the door hard in the air and just squatted outside.

But he had been guarding hard all day, and his hands and feet were so cold that he couldn't feel it, and he didn't wait for the person he wanted to find. Thinking of Qian Anlong's words, I'm afraid that Mr. Li's family members were really coerced by Han Zhaoxing and didn't talk about it.

He had no choice but to go home.

Yue Qingshuang's old illness broke out. He coughed constantly and got hot. His face was abnormally flushed. Yuan Weiling and Yuan Nanyu stood by, and their eyes were badly swollen.

"Second brother..." Yuan Nanyu wants to stop talking and asks if he has found the Li family. Yuan Sikong shakes his head sadly.

He sat down to the bedside, took Yue Qingshuang's boneless hand, looked at her thin face, and reluctantly comforted: "mother, you can relax and take good care of yourself. Dad will come back."Yue Qingshuang didn't speak, just nodded and tears hung around her eyes.

Yuan Sikong said goodbye, and his heart was aching.

How could this happen? They were addicted to the joy of winning the war, looking forward to the reward from the imperial court, and the silver used to build a stronger wall. But what they were waiting for was such a cold and cruel imperial edict, which put their family into hell in an instant.

He prayed to God that if they could survive the disaster, as yuan Shaoxu said, their family would rather leave Guangning and never be an official, as long as they could have a safe family

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no matter how many years have passed, Yuan Sikong clearly remembers everything that happened on that day. From his sleeplessness to his inability to sleep, to his being shaken up by yuan Nanyu, he can remember all the details, all the voices and all the expressions.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that yuan Nanyu's face was full of tears, and her spirit was in a state of extreme confusion, just holding him and shouting vaguely.

He was flustered, and his foreboding invaded his mind: "yu'er, what's the matter? Don't scare me, yu'er, what's the matter!"

Yuan Nanyu was out of breath and couldn't speak. She just pointed to the outside.

Yuan Sikong stumbles down to the bed and staggers to the courtyard. He sees yuan Shaoxu kneeling on the ground, tugging at Qian An's robe, crying and pleading.

Yuan Weiling and Chen Bo's family are also crying all over.

Qian anjong is full of tears. He wants to help yuan Shaoxu, but he can't pull people up.

Yuan Si said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Qian, what's the matter..."

Qian anjong shakes his head, obviously unable to speak.

Qian Anlong's entourage said: "Lord yuan I've been convicted. This afternoon The penalty of abandoning the city. "

Yuan Sikong only felt a dull thunder exploding in his mind, which almost knocked him out of his wits. He tried to lift his breath, but it was like falling into deep water and it was hard to breathe. He listened to himself and said, "it's impossible. How can he be convicted in three days? It's impossible. The emperor hasn't reconsidered yet. Even if he is a bandit, he has to ask the emperor to approve the compound prescription, which can be sentenced to death, not to mention the imperial court's officials! It's impossible - "

QIAN Anlong wiped his tears:" Ge Zhong said he had an oracle, but It can be done in the right place. "

"No way!" Yuan Sikong yelled, "no one can kill my father!" He dashed out of the door to the market.

Dad No, it's impossible. You can't die, Dad!

When Yuan Sikong ran to the market, the execution platform was already full of people. Ge Zhong, Han Zhaoxing and other officials were sitting in the upper position. It was yuan Mao who was dressed in prison clothes, shackled and forced to kneel on the execution platform.

Yuan Mao's skirt was stained with blood, his face was covered with hair, and his lips were bloodless. But he knelt with his back straight and his face was strangely calm. He was really a man of indomitable spirit.

Yuan Sikong burst into tears in an instant. He tried his best to squeeze into the crowd: "Dad, Dad!"

Yuan Mao was stunned. When he saw yuan Sikong, his expression was relaxed and his eyes were moist.

"Dad, my dad was wronged! My father is wronged Yuan Sikong yelled, "my father didn't take the talisman, my father didn't harm Mr. Li, why do you want to wrongly him, why do you want to frame him?"

Ge Zhong touched his beard and frowned. Han Zhaoxing also showed his displeasure.

"Yes, Mr. Yuan must have been wronged."

"We all rely on master yuan to keep Guangning. Master yuan is a good man. He must have been framed."

The people began to talk, the voice became louder and louder, and the whole execution ground began to boil.

Ge Zhong smashed the teacup in his hand and snapped: "Silence -"

the scene was silent.

Yuan Sikong stares at GE Zhong with red eyes and roars, "Ge Zhong, why do you condemn my father? Just a letter that can be copied? What's the use of my father's talisman to seize a city in danger? Lord Li sacrificed his life for righteousness and devoted himself to his country, but you said that he was coerced. You not only wronged my father, but also humiliated him in the end! "

Ge Zhong said angrily: "where is the arrogant child? Get out of here

Yuan Mao said in a dumb voice: "spare time, don't say any more, go home quickly!"

Yuan Sikong was not afraid: "Ge Zhong, as a censor, you despised the law of Da Sheng, forbidding relatives to visit is one of them. Qu dachengzhao and hasty conviction are the two. Without the emperor's reconsideration, the third is to behead the court officials. How dare you, do you know what the emperor and the world know?"

Ge Zhong was so angry that he trembled all over: "son of a bitch, catch me, catch me!"

The bodyguards crowded into the crowd to catch yuan Sikong, but the common people tried to stop them. Those bodyguards were the old part of Yuan Mao, and they didn't really obey Ge Zhong. They couldn't squeeze through for a long time.

"Han Zhaoxing!" Yuan Sikong has given up everything. He glares at Han Zhaoxing with his venomous eyes. "You are a sinister villain. Losing Qingzhou has caused the imperial court to give up the seven states of Liaobei. Losing the water has caused Guangning to be destroyed. If it wasn't for my father, Guangning would have died long ago. My father shouldn't have let you into the city that day! You'll take vengeance and frame my father. You're a beast. You'll never die well. You'll never die! I curse you -- "Han Zhaoxing jumped up from his chair and said, "if you dare to slander the officials of the imperial court, I think you are tired of being crooked. Hurry up and catch me."

"Free time!" Yuan Mao roared, "go quickly, don't say any more."

"Dad," Yuan Sikong cried bitterly, "why do they kill you! It's you who saved Guangning. You are a great hero. Why should they kill you! On that day, the army of the kingdom of Jin pressed down on the city. All the stones and wood were thrown, and the cannons were fired from afar. You stood at the head of the city, and the arrow in your shoulder was still sticking. Where is Han Zhaoxing! The emperor said he was meritorious. What is his merit? Ge Zhong says you are guilty. What's your crime

Yuan Mao burst into tears: "spare time, don't talk about it. Please go Take care of your mother... "

"Ge Zhong, Han Zhaoxing, you killed my father unjustly today, and it will be known all over the world tomorrow. My father was loyal and courageous, and saved 40000 people in Guangning. He didn't die in the hands of Jin people, but he will die unjustly in his own hands! If there are gods in the first three feet, are you not afraid of retribution! Can there be justice in this world? " Yuan Sikong cried, "my father has only merit and no sin. Why should you kill him?"

Ge Zhong roared: "take it, take it, do you want to resist the edict?"

Yuan Sikong is protected in the middle, and the guards and the people push and push.

"Mr. Yuan is wronged!" In the crowd, I don't know who yelled.

This sentence was like a single spark, which started a prairie fire in an instant, and the common people then cried out: "Mr. Yuan is wronged, Mr. Yuan is wronged, Mr. Yuan is wronged --"

for a moment, the voice of shouting reached all over the world.

The guards guarding the execution platform formed a circle, with spears across the chest, blocking the indignant people.

Ge Zhong and Han Zhaoxing were anxious and angry. The scene was about to get out of control. Han Zhaoxing cried, "it's noon. Execute, execute!"

"Dad -" Yuan Sikong's voice was drowned in the roar.

Yuan Mao burst into tears and gazed at Yuan Sikong. Their eyes met in the chaos of the crowd, which penetrated each other's hearts.

Yuan Sikong reaches out his hand and vainly wants to catch yuan Mao. It's only a few feet away, but it's very close. His eyes are blurred with tears. He wipes them desperately. He wants to see yuan Mao clearly, even one more eye.

The criminal officer yelled at the top of his voice: "it's noon, execution --"

"Lord yuan is wronged!"

The executioner pressed yuan Mao on the stone platform, and he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Yuan, I'm sorry."

Seeing that they were unable to return to the sky, the people gradually quieted down and sobbed.

"Dad..." Yuan Sikong knelt on the ground, his voice was too hoarse to make a sound, and his tears gushed wildly.

Yuan Mao said with a smile: "spare time, live well and take good care of your family."

"Dad Don't... " Yuan Sikong felt a sharp pain in his heart and was about to die almost immediately.

"Execution!"

Yuanmao chanted aloud:

the miasma is hard to cover the eyes, and heaven's destiny has not yet come.

Buried bone eternal snow, loyal soul town Liaodong!

When the executioner raised his sword and fell, this scene eventually became the nightmare of Yuan Sikong's life.

At that moment, something collapsed in his body. Everything he had believed in for the past 13 years turned into nothingness in an instant. In his eyes, there was only a cold blade, a column of blood, and the person who could no longer comfort, care for and protect him.

It seems that he is dead. The pain of skin peeling and soul draining must be death.

"Ah -"

the people knelt down in pieces, crying, and almost drowned the whole city.

Suddenly, Yuan Sikong felt that he was picked up by someone. He was unable to struggle. He just screamed bitterly, facing the execution platform and the person who would never respond to him again. He hoped that his soul would not disperse and he could hear his voice for the last time.