Hu Zhijing obviously has no experience in raiding homes, and the best way to deal with this situation is to sneak through the back door or secret passage silently, or hide under the bed. At this time, the last thing you can do is to make a loud noise, wishing that others didn't know where they were.

"What are you doing, it's ...... here" Hu Zhijing looked at the intruders and shouted, drawing everyone's attention at once.

In Bang's life, Hu Zhijing was taken down by the nearest night wolf, and was immediately pressed to the pillar in the corridor in front of the house.

"You ......" Hu Zhijing's neck was locked, and it was difficult to speak.

That night the wolf pressed against his throat, and then ripped off Ho Zhijing's collar, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he had to straighten his neck.

"It's him." A deep voice came from the night wolf's throat.

Hu Zhijing, 63 years old, has a pointed mouth, three moles on his right side, and claw marks on his left shoulder, which were left by the emperor to block wild beasts when he hunted. In the firelight, Hu Zhijing, who stretched his neck, revealed these characteristics, and the night wolf let go of Hu Zhijing.

Hu Zhijing, who had regained his freedom, gasped heavily, he opened his sharp mouth, frantically inhaling fresh air, and at this moment the air was far sweeter to him than the grapes on the mouth of the thirteenth room.

"I, huhu, I'm ...... I! But before Hu Zhijing could report his name, a short knife had already entered his abdomen, the organs in his body were pierced, and a large amount of blood began to pour in, and he didn't even feel much pain at this moment, because he was surrounded by his own warm blood.

The night wolf let go not because of Hu Zhijing's official position and the honor of shielding the first emperor, but for the next moment to draw the sword.

In this way, Hu Zhijing was stunned, holding his stomach, with reluctance to this world and attachment to the thirteenth room, he fell on the pillar and slowly slid to the ground.

Ho Chi Kyung is dead, the night wolves continue their slaughter, and the courtyard of this noble part of the imperial capital is now on fire.

Walking on the corpse on the ground, as well as the unburned embers, Lin Ji came to Ho Zhijing's body, and after his death was finally confirmed, another fire fell. This kind of thing is destroying corpses, and the fire is better at it than the night wolf.

"Once a son of heaven and a courtier, I understand everything." Lin Ji watched Hu Zhijing take the last handful.

Lin Ji looked at the burning courtyard, the huge Hu characters on the plaque still making the last futile struggle. Lin Ji watched until the last beam in the courtyard collapsed. Only then did he turn around and say to the imperial guards in charge of civil fire protection in the imperial capital area who had already arrived: "It's okay, let's put out the fire." ”

This kind of thing is not only on Ho Chi Kyung Mansion, but the entire Lan River Empire is on fire today and tomorrow, and it will be on fire. In the imperial capital alone, this fire burned seventeen families.

What Lin Haoyan wants is not to make an example of chickens and monkeys, he wants to make those who question the imperial power disappear, or no longer dare to disobey him. They will know, and everyone will only know when they have been in pain, and they will remember that this Majesty of theirs is very good at talking, but not a good stubble.

On that day, everyone remembered that on the day Lin Haoyan ascended the throne, because someone obstructed him, he directly killed three people with a sword that relied on the decorative sword that was not even bladed.

The pain came from the wound rather than a threat or fantasy, and Lin Haoyan personally opened a deep wound between his courtiers, and everyone would feel the pain. Everyone remembered the name of Lin Haoyan, the tyrant they had shouted for, but quietly forgotten.

Those who can feel pain are lucky, because those who become wounds will never feel pain again.

Lin Ji went to the next location, and the Liu family in Xunzhou also had a lot of property in the imperial capital, because their head was one of the deputy ministers of the dynasty, Liu Musong.

is also an old minister, he did not have a close relationship with the first emperor like Hu Zhijing, this is a typical old man who has accumulated fame in the court and the opposition step by step, and finally entered the picture. And it is precisely because of his years of accumulation that he has taken the position in the center of the cobwebs of officialdom, and his every move has implicated his protégés. It can even be said that Liu Musong's own attitude has long been irrelevant, and what he wants to represent can only be the attitude of the entire officialdom.

Liu Xiang's Mansion was the most tricky point in the imperial capital, and Lin Ji had to be present in person.

There was no fire in the Prime Minister's Mansion, not even the sound of smashing and shouting, it was quiet, as usual.

"The adults in the family have been waiting for a long time." Before Lin Ji could climb over the wall, he was introduced into the house by a porter.

The night wolves in the house stood out one by one, like the waiters in the house, and not far away was Liu Musong himself.

"You're here." Like greeting an old friend, the old man's words were kind, not at all like he was talking to his murderer.

"I've seen Vice Minister Liu." Lin Ji has also heard of Liu Musong's deeds more or less, this is indeed a respectable old man. In the bandit riot that occurred in Jing'an Mansion 17 years ago, Liu Musong, who was 56 years old and had gray hair, personally attended the scene to exchange hostages in the mansion. In that riot, he lost his right arm. Nine years ago, when the Dongyuan River was flooded, the entire east of the empire was almost paralyzed, and the victims were everywhere, and it was the one-armed old man who took up the burden, and with his only arm, he knocked on the door of every country gentleman, and begged them for enough food for disaster relief; With the only arm he had, he held back the flood.

"You're the head wolf of this generation, it's okay." Liu Musong squinted his eyes for a long time and gave an unsatisfactory evaluation.

"The vice-minister has a good reputation." Lin Ji didn't want to say too much, a killer shouldn't contain emotions.

"It's old, it's really old, I can't see it clearly." Liu Musong didn't care, he was still smiling, he did have this qualification. At that time, when Lin Hanyu was still wetting his pants, he had already entered the court as an official.

Lin Ji's face was tense, but it was no match for the old man's wrinkled hands. Liu Musong put his hand on Lin Ji's head, but this bold move did not attract the disgust of Lin Ji and the night wolves.

"Deputy Prime Minister ......" Lin Ji could feel the strength of that hand, meager but warm.

"Xiao Yu liked me touching his head the most at that time." Liu Musong touched Lin Ji's head again and sighed: "I thought I could see him for the last time, but I didn't expect that even he didn't want to come to see me, a bad old man." ”

Lin Ji suddenly, in Lin Hanyu's words, the childhood teacher who always mentioned it turned out to be the old man in front of him.

"There's a letter from me to go, it should be Xiao Yu's." But Liu Musong didn't care, withdrew his hand, and continued.

In fact, the imperial power is really useless, most of the words said are useless, and the princes should live the best

(End of chapter)