With Mr. Moron's words, Li Ji was overjoyed. With Mo Long's ability, it should be easy to separate the relationship between Zhu Wen and Ge Congzhou.

"Mr. Mo Long, if we can bring Ge Congzhou under our command, we will have our own strength, and our hearts will be at ease."

Mr. Mo Long smiled lightly: "Ge Congzhou is a Huangchao thief and is full of hostility to the imperial court. Your Majesty's reputation is so unbearable now, if you want to rebel against this person, we have to gamble. “

"How to bet?" Li Ji asked.

Mr. Moron shook his feather fan: "Tell us the truth about what we are plotting."

Li Ji and Pei Shu were taken aback, and Pei Shu asked: "What does Mr. Mo Long mean to bring down our plot to bring down Zhu Wen is to tell Ge Congzhou the truth?" “

Mr. Moron nodded, "Exactly."

"Never!" Pei Shu shook his head and objected: "Ge Congzhou is loyal to Zhu Wen, if he informs Zhu Wen of our plan, everything will be wasted." It doesn't matter if a few of us die, Your Majesty's golden body, the three hundred years of the Tang Dynasty, will be in vain, we can't afford to gamble! ”

Li Ji nodded: "Okay!" I don't doubt it, I don't need to use it. ”

"Your Majesty!" Pei Shu was shocked, this is a joke with life, Ge Congzhou is Zhu Wen's person after all, if this person is still loyal to Zhu Wen, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Li Ji said in a resolute tone: "There is no need to discuss this matter anymore, it is so decided."

Because Li Ji knew that Ge Congzhou in history was a person with a sense of justice. In addition, he has a high opinion of him in the folk word-of-mouth, since Mo Long said so, he believes in his own judgment.

What shocked Li Ji was that he was a time-traveling person, at least he knew the characters of these historical figures from the history books, although the history books may not always be true. And Mr. Mo Long can know from his own judgment that Ge Congzhou will not tell Zhu Wen, which is amazing. After all, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, and folk word of mouth alone does not necessarily represent the true character of this person.

Before Wang Mang usurped the throne, the folk reputation was a first-class good person, but in the end, he was not a traitor.

Pei Shu was still not at ease, but the emperor and Mo Long both decided so, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only sigh secretly.

Staying in this room for too long, Li Ji hurriedly asked again: "Mr. Mo Long, Zhu Wen's strength is huge, and his generals are gathered. If Zhu Wen is brought down, what does Mr. Moron think he should do? ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Mo Long's expression became solemn: "King Liang is indeed deeply entrenched, but we are not without opportunities. For people like Ge Congzhou, we can know how to reason with emotion. For those who are vying for fame and fortune, wait and see, and wait for the opportunity to move. And those generals who are loyal to King Liang, let's rebel against his deputy generals and control the lord with sub-control. ”

"It's a good one to control the lord by subordination," Lao Zhu was overjoyed when he heard this: "Those lords will be loyal to Zhu Wen, but the deputy generals may not be." Mr. Moron has a very clever plan, we can rebel against those lieutenant generals and let them control the main generals. ”

Pei Shu slapped his thigh: "Yes, we can still break away from it." There are always good generals loyal to the Tang Dynasty among the six armies, and we can screen them and then promote them. ”

Mo Long smiled: "However, if you use the hand of King Liang to exclude dissidents and promote and appoint those who are loyal to the monarch, then great things can be accomplished."

Hearing Jun's words is better than reading a book for ten years. Li Ji rubbed his hands together with joy: "I don't know what Mr. Mo Long thinks, how long will it take for us to bring down the Zhu Wen rebels?"

Mr. Moron pondered: "The short is three or five years, and the long is unknown."

Li Ji was shocked, three or five years, and three years later, he was killed by Zhu Wen with a glass of poisoned wine. Although I came to this era and changed history, who knows if I will be alive three years later.

Li Ji still wanted to ask, but Mr. Mo Long pointed out the door with a feather fan: "Your Majesty, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, Your Majesty should go."

If it stays too long, it will inevitably arouse suspicion, Li Ji sighed: "Okay, the world of the Tang Dynasty will look up to Aiqing, and I will go first."

Mr. Moron hugged his hands and bowed: "Congratulations to Your Majesty."

From beginning to end, Mr. Mo Long was gentle and elegant, and even to Zhu Wen, he always called him King Liang, and did not call him by his name. This person is not shocked, and Li Ji likes it very much.

Pei Shu next to him smiled: "Please also ask Your Majesty to insult Weichen a few words, so as not to provoke people's eyes."

At the mention of scolding, Li Ji actually blushed a little: "So Pei Aiqing is wronged."

Duan Hu had been in the courtyard for a long time, and he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to go in to look. At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of crackling and smashing plates in the room.

Everyone was taken aback, only to hear Li Ji scolding inside: "Pei Shu! Sooner or later, one day I will demote you from the capital, you old sour! ”

'Bang', the door in the room was kicked open by Li Ji, and I saw Li Ji rushing out angrily, yelling at Du Sanniang and the others: "Look at what, scold me to death Pei Shu, this old thing!"

Du Sanniang and the others were waiting for this sentence, so seven or eight shrews stood on Pei Shu's mansion and scolded.

As soon as Pei Shu sent the emperor out of the house, he heard several shrews in the courtyard scolding him. He and Mr. Mo Long glanced at each other, and Mr. Mo Long couldn't help but shake the feather fan: "Your Majesty is really naughty, but this trick is clever."

The more Pei Shu listened, the more unbearable he became, and the people in the market couldn't scold him for any swearing, and in the end, the more he listened, the more unbelievable it became. The words were dirty, and if there were any, he needed to think for a long time to understand the meaning.

Pei Shu wanted to cry without tears: "Your Majesty, it's too unspeakable." ”

Several shrews scolded for half an hour, and even Li Ji was stunned, these shrews spit lotus flowers with witty words, and there was no repetition. And the more he scolded, the more energetic he became, and the more he scolded, the louder his voice became.

Sure enough, scolding the street is an art, but also a science, I admire!

……

Zhu Yougong was escorted all the way to the capital in a prisoner car. His heart was filled with deep fear, and he knew Zhu Wen's methods too well. He destroyed the feng shui of his mausoleum, and it was difficult to solve his hatred if he didn't cut it with a thousand knives.

Ge Congzhou and Pan Da were stunned and went to the Liang Wangfu to restore their lives, and Zhu Wen sat in the living room with a cold face.

"King Liang, Zhu Yougong has been arrested, and all his henchmen have been executed. King Liang, how to deal with this thief? Ge Congzhou asked.

"King Liang, when I went to arrest this guy, this guy spoke wildly and shouted against King Liang. In my opinion, it is just two axes to be hacked to death, and it takes him so much effort! Pan shouted in a loud voice.

Zhu Wen's eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "Isn't this too cheap, this little beast!" First escorted to Dali Temple to let him taste torture, and then dragged to the court on a later day, and beheaded! ”

Beheading, one of the most inhumane punishments. It is to cut a person in two with a guillotine, because the main organ of the person is in the upper body, the person is not dead for a while, and often will wail and crawl for a long time before he dies.

During the Manchu Dynasty, Yongzheng, a pigtailed man, carried out the punishment of beheading the minister Yu Hongtu, and Yu Hongtu was beheaded and wrote seven "miserable" words on the ground with his own blood before he died of anger. It is said that the upper body of the prisoner was moved to the tung oil plate even more cruelly, so that the blood could not come out, and the prisoner could only die after wailing for two or three hours.