Lu Qingli attacked the Marquis of Dingyuan, and he was different from the previous Marquis of Dingyuan, he immediately complained to the Holy Lord, closed the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion, and no longer paid attention to the affairs of the court. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The people have two views on this, one is that in the long run, the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion will gradually decline, and live by the shadow of the ancestors, and the other is to raise obscurity Taoguang, which is the one who knows the times as a handsome man.

But no matter which view it is, it has nothing to do with the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

What he should have done, he has already done, and now he can retire after just closing the net.

Song Ze walked into the study and presented a letter in his hand, "Master Hou, this is Yao Bing's letter." ”

In just a few months, Yao Bing used thunderous means to renovate the Yao family up and down, and his city government was no less scheming than Yao Shaohua, but unlike Yao Shaohua, Yao Shaohua is terrifying, but he is respectable.

Without Song Ze's explanation, he knew that it was the Khitan letter, he opened it to see, the Khitan officialdom had changed, and it was a new round of competition, he rubbed his eyebrows, a little displeased, "The letter is also sent over there!" ”

Song Ze nodded, "I just sent it over." ”

He commanded, "You go over and get things sorted out, and in a short time I should go back." ”

Song Ze responded and asked again, "Yanyu is ready?" ”

"Although Yanyu is still young, but after all these years of training, his ability to deal with things is already very good, if you are not at ease, knock him twice, and communicate with him in private."

Song Ze raised his head and looked at the landscape painting in the study, "It, does Master Hou still want to take it back?" ”

Lu Qingli looked over with his gaze, his face softened slightly, and suddenly there was a hint of desolation, "Two days will be an auspicious day for the zodiac, let's bury it!" ”

Song Ze responded, didn't dare to stay in the study for longer, so he retreated.

He was left alone in the house, his eyes fixed on the landscape painting, and his eyes were so lingering and sympathetic that no one had ever seen of it, not even the owner of the landscape painting, and he would never see it again.

Pingyao's voice sounded from outside the study, and he came back to his senses and let Pingyao in.

Pingyao stood still before he spoke, "Master Hou, Su Fu wants to see you again." ”

He frowned slightly, and was about to open his mouth to refuse, but he suddenly remembered the volume of the Lanting Collection Preface that she asked for for no reason, and his mind was a little erratic, "When?" ”

"Hou Yeding."

He weighed in, "Tomorrow night!" ”

Pingyao responded.

"Fanchoke ready?"

"Aqiu said that he could do it at any time."

He was a little in good spirits, waved his hand, and let Pingyao retreat.

Originally, Yuanhou was imprisoned, and he was to be beheaded tomorrow to show the public, and the human and material evidence was there, so he couldn't deny it, but now he is locked up in prison, as long as he waits for death.

The dampness in the prison was very heavy, he had been in Quanzhou for two years, and the hardships of the barracks had made him have some back pain, and when he encountered such a clammy and cold, his body would have a faint pain, and he sat on the bed made of weeds, very embarrassed.

The sound of a wooden wheelchair sounded in the cell, very familiar, he seemed to know who was coming, he reluctantly stood up, climbed the master of the cell door with his big hand, listened to the sound from far and near, against the light appeared in front of him, the figure was very familiar.

He sneered, "Lu Qingli." ”

The jailer had long since left, and only one remained.

Lu Qingli sat in a wheelchair and looked at the person in front of him silently, his tone was a little stunned, "Second uncle, when I think about it, your nephew's name was still given by you, and now that you evoke this name, you grit your teeth." ”

Dingyuan Hou snorted coldly, "What I regret is that I should have poisoned you." ”

Lu Qingli didn't speak, just glanced at him faintly, "In this way, I should thank the second uncle for not poisoning me." ”

Dingyuan Hou looked at him twice, "When did you find out?" ”

"When I first came to Fujian, the man told me that I once wanted to kill you." He was light and light, but the anger in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and he looked straight at Dingyuan Hou, like ten thousand swords.

He lowered his eyes slightly, but because of this, he was able to save the person he wanted to save, "I'm also very grateful to you, second uncle, but who made you move the person who shouldn't be moved." ”

Marquis Dingyuan frowned, he had too much blood on his hands, and the first thing he thought of was, "Your father?" ”

Lu Qingli was shocked when he heard this, his eyes were a hundred times more ruthless, and his clenched fists burst out, "My father was also killed by you?" "He was still young at the time, and he always thought that his father was sick and dead.

It's ridiculous that in order to survive, he called the father of the person who shouldn't be called.

Dingyuan Hou sneered, "Who let him get in my way?" He used the same poison as you, but unfortunately, he didn't have as much life as you. ”

Lu Qingli gritted his teeth, fortunately, the person in front of him was going to die, otherwise he would not be able to bear it and kill him now.

Dingyuan Hou came back to his senses, if Lu Qingli was not because of his father, then because of whom?

He noticed the word "also" used by Lu Qingli just now, he remembered that Lu Qingli's blood function can be detoxified, his eyes drifted to Lu Qingli's hand, and he suddenly understood.

chuckled, "Is it because of Ye Jianing?" ”

He put away his smile and looked at Lu Qingli, "Yes, I am also dead, and I am also satisfied with the burial of your loved ones." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Lu Qingli's legs contemptuously, "You are destined to be lonely all your life in this life." ”

Lu Qingli held back the anger in his heart, "Tomorrow, you will also be in the wilderness and cut off your children and grandchildren." ”

The first thing that the Marquis of Dingyuan thought of was the two concubines and a son and a daughter in the Hou Mansion, and he was about to open his mouth to abandon them, but when he saw Lu Qingli looking at him, he said word by word, "Qingyang's family of five died in a fire yesterday, and there is no life, you probably don't know yet." ”

Dingyuan Hou suddenly reddened, his arm passed through the prison door, and grabbed Lu Qingli, but unfortunately, Lu Qingli was too far away, and he couldn't touch it at all.

Lu Qingyang is the son-in-law born and raised by the Marquis of Dingyuan in the ancestral land, and now he is twenty-five and has three heirs, plus his wife, all of whom died in the fire.

"You, how dare you?" Dingyuan Hou is crazy.

Lu Qingli glanced at him lightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked, "Second Uncle overestimated me, you must not have thought that you had done so many things for that person, and that person would make you lose your children and grandchildren!" ”

Where could Dingyuan Hou still listen to his words, his eyes were dilated, his hands were tugging indiscriminately, and his mouth was slurred, "Grandson, my grandson." ”

Lu Qingli looked at Dingyuanhou fixedly, he would definitely not send Dingyuanhou to die so easily.

How can you return the taste of Dingyuan to him one by one.

He turned his wheelchair around and slowly walked out along the light, the heart-rending sound behind him was endless, but he enjoyed it very much.

Walking outside the cell, Yanyu was guarding outside, and when he saw him come out, he walked to him.

Lu Qingli instructed, "Write the seal and hand it to the saint." ”

Yan Yu responded, "Yes." ”

"It is proposed that Your Majesty change his crime from beheading to Ling Chi and cut off his flesh with a knife, I believe that Your Majesty is very willing to do so." With that, he walked forward in his wheelchair.

Yan Yu fell behind him, those eyes looked at his back sadly and heartbrokenly, what kind of desperate thing would make him make such a cruel decision?

Dingyuan Hou, it is really not a pity to die. (To be continued.) )