When Qi Zhan was escorted to the big tent by the leader, he didn't know what had happened, and when Huai Ke dropped the rebellious private letter in front of him, Qi Zhan knew that he was in big trouble. He was tied to the torture rack, and the executioner tortured him incessantly with a salt-soaked whip to make him confess his accomplice.

What accomplices? He didn't even know where the letter came from. He looked at Huai Ke's eyes with disappointment, he didn't expect that he didn't even check a letter and firmly believed that he was bent on rebellion, or did Huai Ke just take the opportunity to get rid of him, so once he caught the handle, he wouldn't let it go?

I don't know how long it took, Qi Zhan heard Sima Jue's voice outside the inner tent, the whipping did not stop, he was afraid that he would not be able to pass this level, if Huai Ke continued to doubt, he was afraid that he would also confess, just to be able not to involve his family.

Qi Zhan was tortured in the inner tent for a day and a night, and in the middle of the next day, the executioner finally released himself. He still didn't confess, and he guessed that Huai Ke might feel that he couldn't find anything out of him, so he decided to execute him immediately. But unexpectedly, it was not his death sentence that ushered in, but the release of Huaike. He looked at Huai Ke in the big tent and looked at him with guilt on his face, that guilty expression, as if something was irreparable.

Huai Ke asked Qi Zhan to sit aside, Qi Zhan's underwear was beaten to pieces, and under the cracks of his underwear were new scarlet whip marks, his hair was messy, but the expression on his face was still as resolute as usual, only slightly tired.

"Qi Zhan." Huai Ke was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "I'm sorry for you." Last night I found out that a fortune teller from outside the clan who wrote the letter forged your handwriting. I've put that man to death. ”

"Who is trying to harm me?" Qi Zhan didn't look at Huai Ke, since he knew that he was framed, he just wanted to find out now. His eyes were filled with resentful murderous intent, as if he was about to eat people.

"The writer wouldn't say."

"Won't tell? So the chief put him to death? Why didn't the chief torture him? Maybe after receiving such a punishment from me, he will be recruited. With a mocking smile on the corner of Qi Zhan's mouth, he finally looked at Huai Ke, "Then how did you know that he forged the letter?" ”

Huai Ke heard Qi Zhan ask this, his expression suddenly froze, he didn't dare to tell Qi Zhan the truth, but Qi Zhan's eyes pressed him, he had no choice but to swallow and say: "Qi Zhan, I said this, you must not be too sad, in fact, it is your wife, Qi Jue, about a month ago, she met a fortune teller outside the clan, Qi Jue wanted to make a fortune divination for you on a whim, so he gave him some of your daily writing according to the words of the fortune teller." Yesterday when she saw the letter, she did not think of it for a while, and when she arrived at the tent, she thought of this fortune teller, and found that she had been used by others, and she had harmed you, and she felt that it was her own negligence that caused your reputation to be ruined, and in remorse, she left a pen in the account yesterday afternoon, and committed suicide."

"You said Jue'er, she killed herself!" When Qi Zhan heard the end, he stood up excitedly, his heart shook like a mountain and a sea, his body seemed to be torn in half, his Jue'er, his Jue'er, actually died because of himself! Qi Zhan's feet wandered back and forth weakly, and his mind went blank.

Huai saw that Qi Zhan was already like a walking corpse, so he persuaded with good words: "Qi Zhan, people can't be resurrected after death, this matter Qi Jue is really strong, it will cause such a result, I have ordered someone to make a good coffin to place your wife, you can be relieved." ”

Ho, strong, is it because Qi Jue is strong? Wasn't it your incompetence that led to her death? Huai Ke, it was you who killed her and killed my Jue'er, but you kept saying that she had a strong temperament. Qi Zhan had mixed feelings in his heart, he was unjustly punished for no reason, he was hated and doubted by Huai Ke, it didn't matter, he just thought that Huai Ke was deceived by others, but now it is different, Huai Ke gave birth to his wife who forced him to death, his favorite Jue'er, he can't be in pain in his heart at the moment.

After listening to Huai Ke's words, Qi Zhan endured everything and said lightly: "Leader Xie." If nothing else, I want to go back to accompany Jue'er. Without waiting for Huai Ke to answer, Qi Zhan withdrew from the big tent.

Outside the tent at this time, it was snowing, Qi Zhan was only wearing a thin underwear, the snow fell on his wounds, condensed with the snow, Qi Zhan was unmoved, his heart was already like iceberg snow water, he couldn't hear or feel everything in the outside world, he quickened his pace, just wanted to take one last look at his wife, Sima Jue.

Yin Shaohan sat in the tent, calm as usual, after today, he was going back to Wulu, but things were going smoothly as he had arranged, and there was enough time.

He remembered that when he handed the letter with Qi Zhan's handwriting to Huai Ke the night before, Huai Ke showed a look of less surprise after reading it, and he knew that things would go as he wished.

He added fuel to the fire and recounted that Qi Zhan had said some obscure things to him during the day, as if he meant something else, and even if it was proved that the letter was a forgery, then Huai Ke's trust in Qi Zhan would be greatly reduced.

Calculate the time, it's time to go out. Yin Shaohan put on his coat and walked out of the tent.

Qi Zhan's big tent is full of white flags, many high-level soldiers have been standing outside his tent waiting, they watched Qi Zhan come in despair, immersed in grief, really can't bear to go to disturb, Qi Zhan's whip marks are very eye-catching, between the snow, scarlet dazzling, soldiers stand in two rows, have nodded to Qi Zhan, Qi Zhan just walked into the big tent, do not gnaw a sound.

"Jue'er!" Qi Zhan walked into the coffin, and his voice was so light that only he and the people in the coffin could hear it, "Jue'er, I'm here, I'm sorry for you, let you suffer with me." Qi Zhan said, looking at Sima Jue as if he was just sleeping, there was a slight smile on the corner of Sima Jue's mouth, and his face was calm.

"Jue'er, don't worry, I won't let you die in vain, I will avenge you!" Qi Zhan gritted his teeth and said angrily.

At this time, a black robe flashed in outside the door, he walked into the coffin, and suddenly cried, Qi Zhan heard the sound and left, but found that the person who came was Yin Shaohan.

Yin Shaohan looked sad, as if it was no one else who died, but his wife. Qi Zhan was a little surprised, although he and "Xiao Mengling" were in love, but it did not come to this point.

I saw Yin Shaohan crying at the coffin: "I'm not here for anything else, just to be sad for the general!" The general is brave and loyal, and he can be said to be dedicated and dedicated to the fennel, and he is admired by the fennel. The general's wife, a chaste martyr, in order to wash away the general's innocence, did not hesitate to use death to learn from it, which can be described as moving the heavens and the earth. The general's wife is smart and virtuous, thoughtful, and spares no effort to help me as a stranger, but imagine how friendly and generous she is to the general and the people around her, and how many people's hearts have been broken by the fact that the lady is deceased! The general lost this beauty, he was really jealous, and he was even more jealous of the general's talent! I'm not worth it for the general, I'm not worth it for the lady! ”

After the end of the speech, the soldiers outside the tent were touched, Qi Zhan was even more moved, he and Sima Jue husband and wife over the years, very affectionate, Sima Jue all kinds of things flashed in his mind, finally, Qi Zhan could no longer control it, two lines of tears, lying next to the coffin, crying. (To be continued.) )