Chasing King

Hearing the word "Guangning", GE Zhongru was struck by lightning. At that moment, his expression was comparable to the changes of the four seasons. First, he was shocked, then angry, then frightened, and finally, he felt guilty. All of these can be seen from Yan Sikong's eyes.

Yan Sikong slowly grasped his fists to restrain his trembling body. He took a step towards the cell. In order not to miss every trace of panic in Ge Zhong's eyes, he said softly, "it seems that Ge still remembers."

Ge Zhong trembled all over and stared at Yan Sikong's face. His long memory floated out of the gray dust, and the blurred picture gradually became clear. Yan Sikong's beautiful and cold face slowly overlapped with a face, then overlapped again, and finally merged into one. It was a face twisted by tears and hatred. He complained loudly like thunder Like reverberates in the ear.

"It's you..." Ge Zhong retreated step by step, his voice was very weak, and he had no confidence, "it's you..."

"Yes, it's me." Yan Sikong showed a ferocious smile, "yuansikong, the son of Yuanmao, the garrison of guangningwei, who was wrongly killed by you!"

Ge Zhong retreated to the bed, and there was no way to go back. He sat down on the bed with a bang. His eyes were spinning wildly, and he looked frightened. He was already in a state of madness. He opened his mouth: "you You're not... "

"I'm not supposed to be dead, am I?" Yan Si said coldly, "my brother was exiled for me in order to save me. Ge Zhong, you killed my father unjustly, you killed my brother..." Yan Sikong grabs the iron fence, and his forehead is blue. He stares at the cage people with bloodthirsty eyes and shouts, "you let my family die!"

Ge Zhong curled up slightly, as if there were cannibals outside the iron fence. He retorted in a low voice: "Yuanmao The evidence of Yuanmao's murder of Lord Li is conclusive. "

"Yes." Yan Sikong said ferociously, "the evidence is as solid as your rebellion!"

Ge Zhong raised his voice: "I didn't I didn't kill your father, not me, but It's Xie Zhongren, it's Han Zhaoxing! "

"But you choose to be a slave to a eunuch." Yan Sikong whispered, "for your promotion and wealth, for your honor and wealth, you wrongly killed a hero who was loyal to your country. You only used a forged letter to convict him after three days of trial..." Yan Sikong's voice became more and more trembling. "You let him bear the stigma and cut him down in front of the 40000 people he had sacrificed his life to protect and his son Head. "

With these words, Yan Sikong's voice was choked, as if something had been pulled out of his body. His legs softened with pain, and his eyes almost bleeding. Even if he saw Ge Zhong's cowering and embarrassed appearance, he could not understand his hatred and touch his fatal wound.

Ge Zhong was no longer a feudal official. He was as decadent and frightened as a bereaved dog. He said incoherently, "you, you have already started to plan What do you want... "

"What do I want?" Let's imagine that you will die in the same cruel way

Ge Zhong was crazy and roared: "it's not me. You go to find Xie Zhongren. You go to find Han Zhaoxing. It's not me. It's not me!"

"Don't worry." Yan Sikong laughed a few times, "will go to them, I want their end more unbearable than you, but you can't see."

Ge Zhong said harshly, "you and you have been dormant for ten years and entered the imperial court just for revenge If you tell me this, you are not afraid that I will tell Zhao Fuyi and your majesty? "

Yan Si Kong Wei narrowed his eyes: "you know I've been dormant for ten years. I'm not afraid you know since I dare to tell you." His eyes were as venomous as a snake. "Your Majesty is kind. Most of you won't kill your family. But if you say a word too much, I can put the letter into your study, or burn your family on fire, so that you can get together underground."

"You..." Ge Zhong pointed to Yan Sikong. He was shaking like chaff. His pupils were constricted. Suddenly, he spat out a big mouthful of blood. He was prostrate on the couch, as weak as a dying man.

The deeper the smile on Yan Sikong's face, he put his face close to the iron fence. A beautiful face was shining and darkening in the light of the fire. It was like a ghost. "Ge Zhong, you're shameless, you're cruel to loyalty and good people. It's not worth dying. Why don't you leave a way for your family?"

Ge Zhong slowly twisted his face. Under his disheveled hair, his eyes were full of dead breath.

"Xie Zhongren has given up on you for fear of being implicated by you. You collude with him and do dirty things for him, but he kicks you away like a dog when it comes to life and death. " Yan Sikong is good at persuasion, "you have today's fate, but all thanks to him."

"You want to How about that

Yan Sikong bent down, picked up the Chen crime book and spread out the last part of the scroll: "I have prepared two counts for you. One is your own account, which details how you killed Guangning shoubei Yuanmao unjustly under the instructions of Xie Zhongren and Han Zhaoxing. I want you to draw a pledge with blood. Another is the crime of this time. If you draw a pawn, the general and Lord Changshi will take your son lightly, and I will let your family go. "Ge Zhong laughed miserably: "do you think that with this, you can bring down Xie Zhongren?"

"I don't worry. If the poodle has a grandson, I'm younger than his grandson." Yan Si said in a cold voice, "sooner or later, I will take away everything from him and force him into a desperate situation so that he can't die well. At that time, this crime report is the evidence that I will clear away my father's injustice."

"What do you believe?"

"I swear by my father that if you draw a bet, I will let your family go."

Ge Zhong is low to smile more than, he nodded: "good, good, I draw, I draw."

Yan Sikong throws the book into the iron fence.

Ge Zhong tremblingly picked up Chen's crime book and looked at every sentence on it, accusing him of the crime he had committed 11 years ago. He was stiff for a long time before biting his fingertips and drawing a picture.

Yan Sikong took a breath. Her eyes were sour and almost shed tears.

Dad, do you see it? Can you see it?

Ge Zhong threw back Chen's crime book and said in a deep voice, "I want Zhao Fuyi to promise that my son will be punished lightly before I draw a verdict."

"Well, I'll report back to General Zhao." Yan Sikong picked up Chen's crime book, carefully rolled it up and put it into his sleeve. And then, once again, focus on the opponent who has been defeated.

Eleven years later, everything in front of him was like a dream. All the pain and humiliation he had suffered was to drag these animals to hell.

Ge Zhong also looked at him in the prison. His eyes were dark. He couldn't see his thoughts. He seemed to have been drained of his soul.

Yan Sikong said softly, "Gezhong, have you ever regretted it?"

Ge Zhong didn't move and didn't respond.

"Regret that year..." Yan Sikong grinned, "didn't you kill me?"

Ge Zhong clenched his teeth and said fiercely: "yes, I regret that I didn't kill you on the spot and cut down the grass and roots!"

Yan Sikong burst out laughing and retreated step by step, as if he could not bear to let Ge Zhong leave his sight when he was waiting for death. Until he reached the stone ladder, he stepped on.

"Yan Sikong --" Ge Zhong suddenly rushed to the iron bar, holding it tightly with his hands and shaking it vigorously, "what's the difference between you and me now? You are more vicious, more insidious and shameless than me! When you taste power, you will become me, Han Zhaoxing and Xie Zhongren! " He screamed wildly, "you're waiting for your end underground, I'm waiting for your end!"

Yan Sikong turned his head slowly. He was graceful and graceful, but his eyes were gloomy. He said with a smile: "you are right, but I will win."

He turned and left.

Stepping out of the cell, he clenched the scroll in his sleeve as if it were more important than his life. It was not until he turned into a dark alley that he gasped, his knees softened, and slid down the wall to the ground.

As the evening wind passed through the lane, he suddenly felt cold on his face. When he reached for it, his face was full of tears.

Trembling, he took out the scroll, covered it in his heart, and burst into tears.

Dad Wait for time, wait for time, I will clean up the injustice for you, and return your innocence.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in her ear. Yan Sikong said harshly, "who?"

Out of the shadow came a man with a simple face.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "she Zhun, why are you still in Jingzhou?"

She Zhun stretched out her hand to tear off the human skin mask, half squatted in front of him, looked at the tears on his face, restrained her usual intimacy and irony, and said in a deep voice: "I don't trust you."

Yan Sikong wiped away his tears and shook the scroll in his hand: "I got Ge Zhong's Chen crime book. With it, one day I can vindicate my father."

"Good."

Yan Sikong looked at she Zhun and the purple on his face: "she Zhun, thank you. Without you, it would not be so smooth."

"No, I also want revenge. I believe that only you can destroy the eunuch party."

Yan Sikong nodded: "this is my lifelong ambition."

She Zhun said, "did the little prince embarrass you?"

"I have doubts about me. I fooled me this time. Later..." Yan Sikong said, "let's talk about it later. How are you? Are you hurt? "

She Zhun shook her head: "it's OK. He's very talented. He's so good at martial arts at a young age. I can hardly get out of his hands. "

"He's really gifted. Haven't you heard of it?"

"I think it's all exaggeration."

"We are leaving for Beijing tomorrow. What's your plan?"

"I still have unfinished business. When I finish it, I will go back to Beijing, but when I am in Beijing in the future, I can only change my appearance."

"Well, to be on the safe side." Yan Sikong stood up against the wall, but her legs were soft.

She Zhun took his arm and lifted him up from the ground.

Yan Sikong changed his breath: "she Zhun, before you go back to Beijing, go to see my mother and my brothers and sisters for me, and try to save some silver.""OK, give it to me."

"Be careful. After returning to Beijing, we don't want to meet for the time being. If you have something to do, please contact Ali."

She Zhun nodded, always staring at Yan Sikong without blinking. Suddenly, he reached out and touched Yan Sikong's face.

Yan Sikong was stunned: "what's the matter?"

She Zhun woke up as if from a dream. Her hand was stiff in the air. She took it back and said in a soft voice, "your face is full of tears. Wipe it clean and go back."

Yan Sikong wiped it hard twice: "OK."

"The first time I saw you cry..." She Zhun said, "I mean, real tears."

Yan Sikong gave a wry smile and didn't answer.

She Zhun retreated two steps: "I'm leaving, Nanyu. Take care."

Yan Sikong: take care

Seeing she Zhun's light figure disappear in the night, Yan Sikong wiped her face, arranged her appearance and walked towards the post house.

Tomorrow, the general of the army will return to Beijing. On this trip, he will not only return triumphantly, but also put Ge Zhong to death, and get Chen's crime book which he personally painted.

Yan Sikong has a premonition that more blood is waiting for him in front of him, but he has no fear and will not move forward.

Volume 4: Qianlong in the abyss