Chapter Eighty-Six: Murder

"If I don't kill you, I, Lu Dayi, will be sorry for General Chen!"

Steward Lu's eyes were red, he was the traitor in front of him, and he came up with the idea of letting General Chen, who was so kind to him, go to the territory of the people of Death.

General Chen's bones are still in the hands of the Qing people, and I don't know if the Qing people, who hate General Chen to the core, have let General Chen be buried in peace.

"Lu Dayi, you take someone to protect the Chen Mansion, and when I come back, I will reward you with wine and food."

The voice of more than ten years ago, along with the faint memory and the remorse in his heart, drilled into Lao Lu's ears. If he had persistently gone to the battlefield together, he might have been able to block a fatal blow for General Chen, and maybe he would have been able to kill a bloody path for the general.

Old Lu gasped, as if he had turned into a beast, losing all the sanity and calmness that humans should have, and stared at Lynch with red eyes. If Chen Baichuan still had something to ask Lin Qizheng and stopped Lao Lu, who wanted to pull out Lynch's bones, I am afraid that what would be followed would be a bloody drama of flesh and blood.

Lynch was holding his head in his hands, trembling and not daring to look up. He was afraid that as soon as he looked up, he would face the humanoid beast tearing him to pieces.

Chen Baichuan looked at the former extremely popular and invincible big man, like a puppy in the cold winter in front of him, and a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

Is this the joy of dictating the fate of others?

Chen Baichuan suddenly understood why Emperor Qinghua did not hesitate to kill his relatives to ascend to the position of representing the highest power, he must be infatuated with this kind of happiness of dominating others.

Thinking of his brother's loyalty to the Chen royal family, Chen Baichuan stopped his thoughts of "great rebellion". But how can the seeds of ambition, once rooted, be easily stopped?

Chen Baichuan thought that it was just an idea that came out of nowhere, but in fact, it was already lurking in the depths of Chen Baichuan's heart, brewing himself, and it would not appear again until he was strong enough to control Chen Baichuan's joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Baichuan asked the trembling figure on the ground again: "Lin Qizheng, do you know why I want to kill you?" ”

Lynch was stunned for a moment and replied: "Because I am despicable and shameless, because I don't know what to do, I have the audacity to make plans and hurt General Chen's life, I deserve to die, I deserve to die." ”

"Nope." Chen Baichuan squinted at him, "It was only today that it became clear that you came up with the idea to kill my father." ”

Lynch only felt a heaviness in his chest, and his breathing and exhaling were like dough stuck in his throat, and he couldn't breathe. Chen Baichuan's words stimulated him too much, it turned out that the incontinence before the battle was just because of his own delusions, and it turned out that Chen Baichuan's purpose in coming to the imperial capital was not himself.

Lynch couldn't help but be angry and bloody when he thought of this, and then remembered that the encounters over the years were only brought about by his own passion, and the grief and indignation almost squeezed his chest.

The physical and mental crit almost took him breathless, and after a moment of trance, Lynch's face glowed red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth that he had violently slammed open.

After spraying this mouthful of blood, he seemed to feel a lot more comfortable, and then he asked Chen Baichuan: "It's not because I offered a plan to kill General Chen, then what?" ”

Chen Baichuan watched Lynch from the sidelines to glow with a trace of vitality, knowing that he was returning to the light, even if he killed his father's enemy, he sighed in his heart, which can be regarded as pity for the dying Lynch.

"Do you remember Fang Hui and his wife on Wenchang Street? Do you remember a poor old man named Fang Hongwen? Although Chen Baichuan was questioning, his tone was much gentler than before.

Lynch was thinking about it for a long time with his eyes wide open, and he couldn't remember when he had met Fang Hui and Fang Hongwen. And it's a person who lives in a group of poor scholars from Wenchang Street, and he never intersected with that group of people when he was down.

Fang ...... Who is Fang Hui? Fang Hongwen is ...... again Who? The red light receded from his face, and his consciousness was a little blurred. Lynch felt like he was ignoring something, but he couldn't break through the last wall that separated him.

Chen Baichuan didn't embarrass him, after all, in Chen Baichuan's heart, he was already like a dead man, and Steward Lu was too heavy, even if the god of medicine was alive, he would be powerless.

Yes, even if he is down, he is a high-ranking official, and he raises a group of subordinates with his money. How could Lin Qizheng, who was high above, remember that there was a poor scholar living on a corner of Wenchang Street, how could he know that an old man who had lost his son and hope.

In fact, Lin Qizheng at least remembered that his grievance with Chen Baichuan involved Wenchang Street, if he was still sober, it would not take him a moment to guess the identity of Fang Hui and the others.

It's a pity that there is no pity in this world, Lin Qizheng's consciousness has begun to blur, and he relies on the rest of his life to rummage through his memories to answer Chen Baichuan's questions, but he can't exert even one-tenth of his usual intelligence.

Chen Baichuan didn't want to watch him continue to struggle to the death, and replied in a low voice: "Fang Hui is a scholar who died innocently and tragically, and Fang Hongwen is an old man who has lost hope and seeks death. ”

"I know, they're ......" a violent cough interrupted him, his chest rising and falling, his already dying body even more crippled.

Chen Baichuan decided to end his pain, and he motioned to Steward Lu on the side.

Steward Lu will not pity Lin Qizheng as much as Chen Baichuan, he hates Lin Qizheng very much, no matter what torture Lynch is suffering, he deserves it for Steward Lu.

Lynch was seeing the knife that Steward Lu picked up, and wanted to stand up and run away, but unfortunately his body didn't allow it, and neither did Steward Lu.

The cold light flashed, and the iron blade cut on Lynch's thigh, and blood oozed from the bound foot,

Lynch didn't give up yet, his front body squeezed forward, dragging his injured leg, and little by little out of the range of Steward Lu's attack. But he struggled for a long time, and he was only two or three steps ahead of a normal person.

Steward Lu picked up the knife and wanted to break the worm-like Lynch on the ground, and when the knife approached Lynch's lower abdomen, he hesitated again.

This matter is not suitable for him to do, he is the descendant of the Chen family in the end.

Steward Lu handed the blood-dripping knife to Chen Baichuan and said, "Little master, I'm crazy, you should do this thing." ”

Chen Baichuan took the knife, his face was still smiling, and he reassured: "I understand your thoughts, Lao Lu. ”

Lao Lu is right, this matter should indeed be done by himself.

Chen Qianshan is his father, and his current identity is the son of Chen Qianshan, who has been famous for more than ten years.

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