"It's death left and right, I won't tell you." Although Qin Hui was extremely frightened in his heart, his mind was not unconscious, and he was still able to respond to the woman's threatening words.

"He's forcing us to give him a trick." Wang Linlin looked at Xiao Tiantian and grinned naughtily.

"That's what he wants." Xiao Tiantian looked at Wang Linlin, smiled slightly, and said, "Of course, we are not those perverts of the company, and we will not torture him physically, but mentally, it is so-so." ”

She took a step forward, waved the "Huangquan Staff" in her hand, nodded to Qin Hui, and said, "Yue Wang Temple." ”

Qin Hui saw that the head of the golden scepter shot out a little white light, hitting his top door, and then he felt that his eyes had become a white expanse, and when his vision returned to normal again, he found that his body was kneeling in one place and couldn't move, and the surrounding scenery and people were all things he had never seen.

"Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest, looking up at the eyes, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad! Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they be destroyed! Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

The impassioned tone was full of anger and resounded in the air. As the poem was pronounced in a subdued tone, there was a shocking cheer all around.

"Phew, the traitor Qin Hui, if you hadn't framed Marshal Yue on a 'trumped-up' charge, the Great Song army would have smashed Huanglong, recovered Bianjing, and wiped out the Jin State. The Great Song Dynasty will surely become another prosperous Tang Dynasty. A flushed young man pointed at Qin Hui's face who was kneeling on the ground and cursed.

He scolded and felt not very relieved, and quenched a few mouthfuls of spit at Qin Hui before he stepped aside angrily.

"Okay, scold well, this big traitor Qin Hui should be scolded to death. If it weren't for him, how could Marshal Yue die a tragic death, and even let a generation of loyal martyrs die tragically and beat him with just the three words 'unnecessary'. Another middle-aged man with a square face and a hint of righteousness in his expression said, taking off his shoes and hitting Qin Hui's face. The sound of "pop" is endless.

Qin Hui wanted to dodge, but found that his body was completely solidified, and he couldn't move, and he realized at this time that he had turned into an iron statue, but what made him feel terrible was that the other party's shoes hit him in the face, but he could clearly feel the pain!

"Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, and the white iron innocently casts the minister. It's a pity that a generation of loyal martyrs ended up like this, Qin Hui is actually the number one traitor in the ages, and Zhang Jun and Wan Qiyu are also the culprits and accomplices. An angry old man said with an angry face on his face.

Qin Hui didn't know that this was the Yuewang Temple located at the southern foot of Qixia Mountains in West Lake, and a large number of tourists rushed to spontaneously kneel here to worship the martyrs and scold Qin Hui angrily. He wouldn't know that there was also a local custom that if someone in someone's family was sick, he would take off his shoes and hit the iron statues of Qin Hui and others a few times, and the condition would be quickly alleviated.

At this moment, a young man with a helpless face, a slight flickering in his eyes, and a trace of chagrin in his eyes, was pulled towards Yue Wang Temple by his two dead friends. This young man was originally angular, his eyes were bright, and he was also a good man. However, when approaching the Yue Wang Temple, the young man's whole body looked uncomfortable, and if it weren't for a few dead friends, he would definitely not have set foot on the Yue Wang Temple.

Qin Hui didn't know that it turned out that this young man was also surnamed Qin, and what was even more tragic was that his name was Qin Hui, which was the same as his pronunciation of Qin Hui Qin Zhongcheng. From childhood to adulthood, Qin Hui's name has been the focus of attention no matter in that school, for this reason, the classmates in the class also jokingly called him "traitor", and later, no matter who looked for him, he was directly called "traitor", but no one called him by his name anymore.

Qin Hui was very helpless about the name, he begged his father to change his name many times, but his father said that this was his grandfather's name and could not be changed at will. His father also painstakingly taught him that his name is just a code name, and he must be a man who acts correctly and walks straight in order to be worthy of his heart. Several times in a row, he was rejected by his father, and Qin Hui simply admitted it, "traitor" is a traitor, no matter what, he can be regarded as a famous celebrity in the world.

It turned out that when Qin Hui's grandfather named him before he died, he originally planned to call him Qin Huimin, meaning that he could benefit the people like a great man and glorify the lintel of the Qin family, but the old man didn't mention it in his last breath, and only said the word Qin Hui and swallowed. The three words of Qin Huimin became the two words of Qin Hui and became the name of Qin Hui.

"Traitor, come, come. We finally came to the West Lake for tourism, and if we don't come to Yuewang Temple, wouldn't we come to the West Lake in vain. One of Qin Hui's sworn friends said with a wicked smile.

"Haha, the traitor sees the traitor, Qin Hui, do you feel very much in your heart?" Qin Hui's other close friend laughed.

"I'm not going, you guys go in, I'll just walk around outside the temple." Qin Hui looked at the Yuewang Temple in front of him helplessly.

"Traitor, let's go, I've already come to King Yue's Temple, wouldn't it be a loss if I didn't go in and take a look. Don't worry, we promise not to call you a traitor inside. Besides, you are you, Qin Hui is Qin Hui, and you are not the same person, what do you have to feel guilty about. The two took Qin Hui's arm and walked towards the Yue Wang Temple. Unable to stand up to the two die-hard friends, Qin Hui could only reluctantly enter the Yue Wang Temple.

With the crowd of tourists, Qin Hui and the two dead friends soon came to the door of Yue's tomb. There are four iron-cast figures under the tomb door, cutting their hands back, kneeling in front of the tomb, that is, Qin Hui, Wang, Zhang Jun, and Wan Qiao, who framed Yue Fei. Behind the kneeling statue, there is a couplet on the tomb door: "Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, and the white iron innocently casts the minister".

Qin Hui listened to the angry scolding of Qin Hui by the tourists around him, his face couldn't help but blush secretly, and he was secretly annoyed in his heart that there was such a scum, and all the people surnamed Qin were darkened.

"Hehe, Xiao Qin, it's time for us to step forward and look at the iron statue of the traitor." The dead friends looked at Qin Hui and laughed, and pulled him forward.

"The grave of the Taishi is on the soil, and the stench is all over the world."

The two of them recited these two limericks tacitly, which attracted a burst of applause from the surrounding tourists.

"Xiao Qin, it's your turn, you are the champion of liberal arts in our school, and you should also say a word to vent your anger." The two sworn friends smiled evilly on their faces.

When Qin Hui heard this, his heart moved slightly, thinking of the two sentences of the joint sacrifice of Qin Jianquan during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, and he couldn't help but empathize with him: "People are ashamed of their name after the Song Dynasty, and I am ashamed to be surnamed Qin when I go to the grave." ”

Although I don't know where this poem came from and who made it, when he heard this poem, Qin Hui, who was confined to his iron statue, immediately exploded.