The ups and downs of officialdom have long been accustomed to An Shouzhong, but when he thinks that Xi Xun is about to enter the political hall to share his power, his heart is as disgusting as eating a fly. August 1 Chinese ≤.

Although he told himself more than once that Da Xixun was a person with little ability, even if he entered the political hall, he was at the mercy of others. But in the end, I couldn't help the bursts of resentment in my heart, and I only assumed along the way that if I changed people, my heart would not be so angry.

However, An Shouzhong had more pressing things to do personally. That is to raid Yan Zhuang's house and arrest all his family and put them in prison. To tell the truth, stepping Yan Zhuang into a situation of no return is a beautiful thing he thinks about day and night, but these things that may not be easily realized in ordinary dreams are about to become a reality now, but he has lost his initial excitement. All emotions eventually come together, and all that is formed is the uncertainty of the future.

An Shouzhong clenched his fist with his right hand, this was his habitual action, and he secretly made up his mind in his heart. No matter what, as long as he takes this step, it is impossible for Yan Zhuang to turn back, but it is not enough to just arrest him, he must strike while the iron is hot and instigate An Qingxu to kill his family. Because as long as people live, this matter is full of variables, and only the dead will not jump out of the coffin.

However, An Qingxu obviously realized this, after all, Yan Zhuang's influence within Dayan was far greater than Yin Ziqi, so when dealing with his family, he did not make a decision as easily as he did with Yin Ziqi.

A grim smile crossed An Shouzhong's face, even if there was no edict to deal with the Yan Zhuang clansmen? As long as the initiative was in his hands, there would be a hundred, a thousand ways to bring him into a mortal situation.

For example, one-sided massacres are carried out in the name of resistance, such as planting suspicions of collaborating with the enemy...... All kinds of methods, regardless of the hard work, there are also roundabout and perfect. In contrast, An Shouzhong was more inclined to be able to search for something decisive in the solemn mansion.

For this reason, An Shouzhong even summoned all the staff under him who were good at copying, as long as there was a suitable opportunity, what if he got dirty again?

Yan Zhuang's mansion was the residence of a former vassal king, and after several years of repair and expansion, its magnificence is second to none in the entire Luoyang City. An Shouzhong raised his head and looked at the lintel, secretly counting solemn in his heart, but he was so high-profile for hundreds of officials, solemn and solemn, you are so smart, why are you confused?

"Break the door, enter the house!"

With just four words, the soldiers who raided the house rushed forward like wolves. Before the Yan family's house slaves could react, the heavy gate had already been knocked open by the logs prepared in advance.

"What are you doing? Don't you know whose mansion this is?"

The slave guarding the door was a little incoherent in fright, but he instinctively raised his status as the head of the house and tried to suppress the situation. It's just that it's okay if he doesn't mention it, but mentioning it can only make An Shouzhong more and more pretextive, and it becomes a humiliation for himself.

The leather whip was pulled down without warning, and with a stinging pain in the heart, the slave's hands subconsciously covered his face, and when he moved his hand away, he saw that his hands were already covered with blood.

"You, you, you...... Rebellion, rebellion......"

The servant eventually stammered a question, but was met with merciless ridicule.

Several staff members who came with An Shouzhong looked more excited.

"Rebellion? haha...... It is Yan Zhuang who rebels, and those who know each other should quickly explain all his disgraceful pickled things, and maybe he can exchange his life, otherwise, there is only one way to die!"

These slaves are all people who have followed Yan Zhuang for many years, and their loyalty is still relatively high, of course, it is impossible to explain everything because of a few words of intimidation from the staff.

"You, you are talking nonsense, the head of the family is loyal to Dayan and will not rebel, it must be you, you traitorous villains, framed and framed!"

Hearing the words traitorous villain, An Shouzhong felt extremely ironic, and then laughed.

In this court, who doesn't know what Yan Zhuang did, there is simply no one more worthy of the words "traitorous villain" than this person. Now, Yan Zhuang's house slave actually blamed himself in turn, he pointed out that he felt that this was the most ironic and funny thing in the world.

However, An Shouzhong didn't bother with the slave, the horizontal knife easily slashed through his waist, and with a cold light fluttering back and forth, the good head had already rolled off the spot in a moment. For this kind of gatekeeper slave, An Shouzhong does not intend to show mercy to his subordinates, if they can do it themselves, they may still have the possibility of survival, but they will never hesitate to kill themselves.

Sure enough, the death of the janitor frightened the other people in Yan Zhuang's mansion, and they were silent one by one, and they didn't even dare to breathe easily. Soon, the servants and dependents in the Yanzhuang Mansion were all gathered in the spacious courtyard. Even if there were hundreds of people crowded into the courtyard of Nuoda, it didn't feel crowded, but from time to time there were cries of women and children, and cursing with obviously suppressed anger.

An Shouzhong ignored the reactions of these people, and he glanced around the people in the courtyard with a tiger face. At the same time, he warned himself in his heart that he must not have the slightest sympathy for them, if he wants to sit firmly in the position of prime minister, he must beat Yan Zhuang into the abyss of no return, once she is left with a chance to turn over, it is equivalent to leaving a dead end for herself.

Thinking of this, the last trace of pity in An Shouzhong's heart also disappeared.

"You all listen, Yan Zhuang has defected to the enemy and has become a sinner of my Dayan......"

He deliberately lengthened the pause in order to further ferment fear in the hearts of these people.

"I believe Yin Ziqi's fate, you have all heard about it, there are hundreds of people in the whole family, regardless of men, women and children, all of them are beheaded outside the East Market, and their ranks are still hanging in the East Market. Pat their chests and think about it, weigh and weigh the trade-offs, who wants to end up like this?"

It is human instinct to be afraid of death, and immediately some people realized the way to live from An Shouzhong's words.

"We, we don't want to die, but we also have to show you a way to live!"

An Shouzhong saw someone on the road like this, so he searched the crowd for his traces.

His eyes focused on a young man in his twenties, who An Shouzhong also recognized as Yan Zhuang's second son. said that it was the second son, but because the eldest son died young, this time the son was no different from the eldest son.

"It turned out to be Erlang, since Erlang is so knowledgeable about practice, the old man might as well show you a clear way!"

However, before An Shouzhong finished speaking, someone in the crowd cursed first:

"An Shouzhong, you old dog, when the eldest brother was in power, you stammered like a dog, and now you think that you have gained power, why do you cock your tail like a dog? Aren't you afraid that the way of heaven will go back and forth, and the retribution will be good? Erlang, don't believe the instigation of this old dog, in the end, the damned ones will inevitably die, and they will only take away the reputation of our Yan family!"

The cursing person An Shouzhong also knows, he is Yan Zhuang's younger brother, and he has been living with his eldest brother Yan Zhuang, and he seems to be a tough person, but now the hard anger can only be exchanged for endless humiliation.

Without waiting for Yan Zhuang's words, a wolf-like soldier rushed up, knocked Yan Zhuang's younger brother to the ground, and dragged him out of the crowd.

The big man didn't have the slightest power to fight back, and he was at the mercy of others like a little chicken, this change completely frightened the people of the Yan family, and no one dared to say a cruel word anymore, and even the faint sobbing sound disappeared.

An Shouzhong did not laugh angrily, what "heaven reciprocates, retribution is good", it is the most suitable to use it on Yan Zhuang, in the past few years, he has been framed by him for various reasons and his family has been ruined, there are not hundreds, but dozens, and now it is just his turn. What is ridiculous is that his family feels as if they have a great grievance, and their bodies are ridiculous.

An Shouzhong stopped the general's abuse and beating of Yan Zhuang's younger brother.

"Stop, why waste your strength on foolish people. ？

As he spoke, he came to the man and watched as he lay on the ground, curled up in pain.

"What if you let you die? Don't you know that over the past many years, there have been tens of thousands of unjust souls who have been killed by Yan Zhuang? And the way of heaven they want is right now! The old man is just doing the right thing for heaven!"

"You, you are talking nonsense, it's obviously you, it's you......"

Several of the soldiers punched and kicked again, and the words that followed were already indistinct.

An Shouzhong stood up and assured loudly to the people in the courtyard:

"As long as any of you can report a solemn crime, once it is verified, you will be spared death. ”

He also specifically added, "Anyone!"

"I report, I report!"

Before An Shouzhong's words landed, someone rushed to speak, but saw that it was the solemn second son.

An Shouzhong smiled, he couldn't imagine that Yan Zhuang, an old thief, had been cunning all his life, but his son was so cowardly and incompetent.

"Erlang, what are you going to report?"

"What An Xianggong just said, can it be guaranteed?"

The other party asked tremblingly, and An Shouzhong patted his chest and assured when he heard this.

"Of course, the old man will do what he says, and I will keep you from dying!"

"Who can believe you without evidence?"

An Shouzhong was amused by this guy's entanglement.

"You just say, how can you trust the old man?"

"When, of course, it's based on words!"

"Okay, it's not difficult to make a statement, but the old man also needs to know what you are reporting, if it's just some inconsequential trivialities, isn't it a rebellious joke?"

"An Xianggong doesn't have to worry, it must be what An Xianggong wants, as long as An Xianggong can make a word and keep his promise, he will definitely let An Xianggong get what he wants. ”

An Shouzhong smiled.

"Oh, how can you let the old man get what he wants?"

……

The night was dark, and the wind was already showing the coolness of early autumn. Outside Luoyang City, in the Luoluo River military camp, Yan Zhuang couldn't help but sneeze......