Chapter Twenty-Eight: Violent Death

The room was filled with the stench of burning cloth, Fu Cheng's jaw was pulled down, and his limbs were broken by the bad people, and he was dragged out like a dead dog. "It's just a little bit of success, and it's just a little bit of a big Han world to be able to return to His Majesty's hands. Your Majesty, it's the old man who is sorry for you. Fu Wan stood up tremblingly, bowed and shouted hysterically in the direction of the palace, and Fu Wan was in a slightly crazy state at this time.

"But it's still a little bit worse after all." Cao Shuang took Fu Wan's words and continued.

"Haha! I don't know what Prime Minister Cao plans to do with the old man? Fu Wan sat upright on the bed, and his tone was full of stiffness.

Cao Shuang picked up a bookbag and took out a roll of bamboo slips from it, slowly opened it and read, "Fu Wan, the native of Dongwu County, Langya County, Yuzhou, the seventh grandson of Da Situ Fu Zhan, the lord is 'not the marquis', and the official worships and serves." Married Liu Hua, the eldest daughter of Emperor Huan, the eldest princess of Yang'an, and gave birth to six sons and one daughter. Six sons: Fude, Fuya, Fujun, Fuzun, Fulang, Fudian, and one daughter: Fushou. This is the bamboo slip that Cao Cao got back from the historian, Cao Shuang rolled it up and put it in his hand after reading it, "It's up to you how to write it later, Cao Shuang is not talented, but wrote two sentences for the historian." ”

Two long and narrow pieces of bamboo were handed to Fu Wan's hand, and Fu Wan squinted carefully through the tube of the oil lamp, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. A piece of bamboo says that in the fourteenth year of Jian'an, Fu Wan participated in the assassination of Cao Cao, the prime minister of the dynasty, and was divided by five horses, and more than 100 people of his clan were also killed. On the other piece of bamboo, there are only a few simple sentences, in the fourteenth year of Jian'an, Fu Wan died of illness, and the son Fu Dian was the heir.

"That's what Cao Cao meant." After finishing the exercise, he put down the bamboo slices, lost his mind for a moment, and then asked Cao Shuang.

Cao Shuang stepped forward lightly and paced two steps, and said noncommittally, "It's up to you how to choose." Cao Shuang raised his head slightly, and Qi Fei put a small porcelain bottle in front of Fu Wan, "This medicine is colorless, tasteless, and highly toxic. After finishing the exercise, he looked at the bamboo piece in his hand, then looked at the porcelain vase in front of him, smiled helplessly, and held the porcelain vase in his hand. Before leaving, I would like to ask, is Your Majesty involved in this matter? Cao Shuang turned his back to Fu Wan, his voice was cold, no matter which path Fu Wan chosen, the ending would be a death. Fu Wan smiled bitterly

"In that case, then take your leave." Seeing that Fu Wan held the porcelain bottle in his hand, Cao Shuang knew that Fu Wan had made a decision to exchange the lives of one person for more than 100 lives of the Fu clan. Since seeing that Cao Cao had been prepared, he knew that the matter of hiring a killer had been exposed, and even if his daughter was the current queen, he couldn't protect himself. After lying on the couch, he collapsed weakly, looking at the back of Cao Shuang who took the bad people away.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, Cao Shuang rubbed his swollen temples, "Send someone to monitor the ambush, if someone escapes tonight, they will be killed on the spot, and they will not die after the ambush early tomorrow morning, and the family will be wiped out." "At this moment, Cao Shuang doesn't want to mention how cool he is, wow, he looks like a spy leader.

"Come on!" There was a low roar from the dark alley, and the reflection on the sharp sword made people feel very glaring. "Childe be careful!" Qi Fei and the others pulled out the ring head knife and protected Cao Shuang behind them. Originally, Jing Yang sneaked into the city to prepare for killing Fu Wan after dark, Jing Yang thought that it was Fu Wan who leaked the assassination, which caused his entire army to be destroyed. But the world is such a coincidence, Cao Shuang, who had just come out of the Fu Mansion, touched Jingyang's sword blade. Compared with the leaked secrets, Jing Yang thinks that Cao Shuang, the person who directly participated in the extermination of the killer of Suomeitang, is more worthy of his killing.

"The injuries on his body are very serious, and this son will live." Cao Shuang told Qi Fei softly, Qi Fei nodded, and ordered, "Don't hurt this person's life, you have to live." "The bad guys, except for those who protect Cao Shuang, all stepped forward to fight with Jing Yang, although Jing Yang was seriously injured, but the moves in his hands were still very ruthless. After a while, many bad people were cut out of their bodies by Jing Yang, if it weren't for Jing Yang's injuries and lack of strength, their lives would have been explained at this moment.

"Childe, I'm afraid this person won't last long." Li Cong hid behind the bad guys, and poked his head out from time to time to watch everyone fight. Because of the vigorous exercise, the wounds on Jing Yang's body had collapsed, and bright red blood was gushing out. "My Jingyang fate died here, and the destiny of heaven is like this." Jing Yang knelt on the ground with his sword, gritted his teeth and held on, pulling out the dagger from his waist and stabbing it into the lower abdomen to end his life. Qi Fei rushed up with an arrow step and hit Jing Yang's wrist with the ring head knife, and with a clang, the dagger fell to the ground, Jing Yang coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fainted to the ground.

"Hey, hey, who made you put such a heavy hand." Cao Shuang hurriedly stepped forward to check Jing Yang's injuries. Qi Fei already understood what Cao Shuang meant, and said softly, "This person is a killer during the day, if you take this person in, I'm afraid it won't be good." Cao Shuang looked up at Qi Fei and couldn't help laughing, "Now it's just us on the street, if my son doesn't say it, if you don't say it, who will know." Qi Fei scratched his head in embarrassment, stunned in place and slightly helpless.

"Bring it back to the bad mansion and find a doctor to treat the injury, no one is allowed to spread this matter." Cao Shuang wiped his hands on Jingyang's clothes, stood up and rushed back to Cao's mansion in a carriage.

Qi Fei exhaled and touched his chin gently, "What are you still doing in a daze, let's take people back." ”

"Father, father." Volde knelt under the bed and kept wiping away tears. At night, the maid who was waiting for the ambush suddenly came to report that she was no longer able to do so. Fude had just arrived at Fuwan's room overnight, and at this time, Fuwan's body had stiffened, and his face was very peaceful, which showed that he was not in pain when he left. Overnight, all the people in Fufu were dressed in white and mourned.

In the fourteenth year of Jian'an, Fu Wan died of illness, and Fu Dian inherited his title. On the day of the funeral, the ministers of the court and the central government were all present to pay respects, Cao Cao also sent people to the scene, and Liu Xie and Empress Fu also returned to the house in person to participate in the funeral. Cao Shuang also withdrew the bad guy on the same day, and the history scroll that was finished was also nailed to the death of illness.

"My father has always been physically tough, why did he suddenly die." Queen Fu didn't believe that Fu Wan died of illness at all, and asked her brothers in the back hall.

Fu De's face was embarrassed, he hesitated for a while, but he still said, "Cao Shuang came with bad people last night, and Fu Cheng was taken away by breaking his hands and feet. We were all blocked out of the room by Cao Shuang, and we didn't know what was going on in the room. ”

Empress Fu's face was gloomy, and her hands were clenched, "Cao Cao, Cao Shuang, you wait for me, the hatred of killing my father is not shared." Cao Shuang, who was taking classes at a private school at this time, sneezed twice, Cao Shuang rubbed his nose, "Is it a cold?" ”