On the night of 19 July, the upstream dammed lake collapsed for the second time, and huge waves flowed down the river.

On the evening of 20 July, Hong Feng arrived at the boundary of the capital.

At 19:30, the Lugou Bridge was cut off by the flood, and only six of the eleven arch caves were still complete.

At 9 o'clock on July 21, the breach of the south embankment had reached as many as eight places, and the whole line was officially lost.

At noon, the sun is blazing.

"Zhao Rongheng's second son, Zhao Yuankun, has already been verified!"

"Slash!"

"Daddy! I don't want to die, I don't want to ......"

The executioner's sword fell, and the screams came to an abrupt end.

Shen Lian raised his foot and stepped on the gurgling head, and a soldier next to him immediately stepped forward to pick it up and threw it into the surging torrent not far away.

Someone stepped forward and dragged the headless corpse down.

Shen Lian used a cinnabar red pen to tick off Zhao Yaokun's name, and then raised his voice: "Next!" ”

The one who was brought up this time was a quiet young man of eighteen or nineteen.

Jin Yichuan stepped forward and looked at the young man a few times, and then said in a low voice: "Zhao Rongheng, the head of the house, Sun Zhao Shoulian, has already verified his identity!" ”

"Woo, woo!"

As soon as he verified his identity, he heard a muffled hum behind him, Jin Yichuan looked back and saw Zhao Rongheng, who was tied to a wooden stake, struggling violently like never before.

Obviously, the status of this eldest grandson in his heart is far greater than that of the two sons who were killed before.

If you knew today, why bother in the first place?

Jin Yichuan sneered, and was about to taunt Zhao Rongheng for a few words, but heard Sun Shaozong say quietly: "Pull closer, let him take a closer look." ”

This is a hundred times more exciting than any sarcasm and ridicule!

Seeing his grandson being pushed down at his feet, his eyes were dazed as if in a dream, Zhao Rongheng struggled almost crazy, and the wooden stake that was deeply wedged into the river embankment was also shaken by him!

"Slash!"

However, Sun Shaozong only used a cold word to crush all his struggles!

I only heard a click~ A crisp sound, the delicate skull fell to the ground, and the hot blood in the cavity sprayed Zhao Rongheng's head and face.

At this moment, the micro-expression on Zhao Rongheng's face is enough to support a ninety-minute ethical tragedy!

However, Sun Shaozong's attention is not on Zhao Rongheng, compared to the hundreds of thousands of innocent people in the two provinces and seven counties on the south coast, what is the pain of a corrupt official?

What he cares about most at this time is the reaction of the dozens of Hebei officials on the side!

These Hebei officials were specially invited by Sun Shaozong to observe the execution in the name of Wang Yan.

As for the purpose......

The embezzlement of disaster relief money and food by local officials has always been the most common routine in costume dramas, and Sun Shaozong invited them to come over to watch the punishment, just to deter them in advance, lest anyone defy the law!

This is the only thing he can do for the victims right now.

Looking at the earth-colored appearance, it is obvious that the effect is not bad.

"Next!"

Sun Shaozong was peeking at the Hebei officials, and Zhao Muen, the eldest son of Zhao Rongheng, had also been brought up.

With the example of Fang Cai, this time Sun Shaozong did not need to explain, and the soldiers and men brought it to the feet of Zhao Rongheng.

Who knew that before Jin Yichuan stepped forward to verify his identity, Zhao Muen actually pounced forward and bit Zhao Rongheng's leg viciously!

No matter how the soldiers pulled and beaten, Zhao Muen refused to let go, and in the end he could only tear off a large piece of the belt meat, which separated the father and son.

"Give me back my life, you give me back my life! My Lian'er, my hard-working Lian'er! ”

Zhao Muen's crazy and mournful roar echoed on the embankment for a long time, and after a word 'chop', it fell completely silent......

-- Dividing line --

Due to the flooding, Sun Shaozong delayed until the third day of the eighth month, and finally returned to the north shore.

At this time, the north bank was already a matter of fact, Wang Yan was dismissed from all official posts and handed over to the three divisions to jointly investigate and handle, and as for the post of commander-in-chief of flood control and disaster relief, it was taken over by Xu Furen, a cabinet scholar.

Even Jia Yucun was replaced by Liu Chongshan in the governance of the capital.

On the third day of the new year, Sun Shaozong waited for half a day to hand over the sign to Xuanzhenguan, but he didn't even see Xu Furen's face, so he had to get the 'grace' of returning to Beijing to report on his work.

It happened that after more than half a month, Sun Shaozong was also physically and mentally exhausted, and since people didn't even bother to see him, he was naturally not interested in continuing to waste time on the North Embankment.

The road is light and simple.

Back in the Sun Mansion, it is naturally another scene.

The cheap eldest brother led the whole house to welcome him out, set off hundreds of firecrackers to celebrate, and then set up a table of big supplements, and ate a fat belly with him.

After I was full of wine and food, I looked at the mess of the cups and plates on that table, and then thought about the victims on the south bank who were waiting to be fed, and I felt that the poet's sentence 'Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road' is really very vivid.

Fortunately, Sun Shaozong is not that hypocritical, even if he sees the suffering in the world, he still sleeps peacefully in the hibiscus tent of the brocade quilt carved bed.

This sleep, I slept directly until the afternoon of the second day.

Sun Shaozong woke up in a daze, and saw that the house was bright outside, so he covered his head with the quilt and shouted vaguely: "Hibiscus, pomegranate, quickly send a change of clothes to the master, and then go get a basin of water!" ”

Who knew that after shouting a few times, he didn't see Hibiscus and Pomegranate responding, but heard some movements that were aware of Suosuo's movements.

Sun Shaozong wondered in his heart, so he looked over, but saw a slender and full figure at the end of the bed, looking down to remove the shoes and socks on her feet, and she had nothing to hide except for a pink belly pocket embroidered with lotus flowers!

The woman took off her shoes and socks, and carefully went up to the end of the bed, her two white arms were supported on Sun Shaozong's legs, and she climbed up like a beautiful dog.

"Yikes!"

The woman's face suddenly turned red, but she didn't have the intention of dodging and retreating, and only expected Ai Ai to say: "It's Sister Rong who asked the slave to come over and give it to the master...... Give the master a relief. ”

The woman who climbed the bed was naturally Xiangling.

Seeing her delicate and lovely little appearance, Sun Shaozong was aroused full of evil fire, but he still forced himself to ask: "Then where is your sister Rong now?" ”

"Uncle invited the opera troupe to sing at home, and Sister Rong went to the front to listen to the opera." Xiangling said, Jian Shui pupil Ren leaned slightly, and weakly added: "I said I came back before dinner." ”

Before the words fell, Sun Shaozong took her into his arms earlier!

Xiangling sighed, the beautiful eyes were even more confused, and she thought that she was going to bear the baptism of the storm next, but she suddenly felt warm on her body, but she was wrapped in a brocade quilt by Sun Shaozong.

Xiangling was inexplicable, so she heard Sun Shaozong say: "Your sister Rong is so beautiful, how can you dirty her house?" Let's go, let's go to your west chamber to relieve fatigue! ”

As he spoke, he sandwiched Xiangling under his armpit and strode to the West Chamber.

This stumbling is just like the cloud in "The Legend of the West Chamber":

I'm here with a warm fragrance of nephrite.

Ah, Ruan Zhao went to the rooftop, and the flowers in the world were colored in the spring.

The willow waist is swinged, the heart of the flower is lightly removed, and the dew drops of peony are opened.