The hustle and bustle of the Shangyuan Festival did not render this calm mansion of the magnates, and some people were still waiting for the final result in anxiety. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The barking and footsteps of dogs in the alleys occasionally made them prick up their ears, staring in horror at the night wrapped in darkness.

The minions of the privy envoys also arrested those involved in the direct coup d'état in the palace, and the helpless scholars could be the opponents of the palace guards. Huang Shiliang of Mink Temple half-squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the life and death drama in this splendid palace. The civil officials who were tied behind their hands with hemp rope forcibly knelt under the marble steps in front of the Zichen Palace, and the knives of the imperial guards were already on their necks, and their journeys and lives had come to an end.

The mastermind Han Wenyan, Li Dangxian, and Lu Gongming's heads have been hung outside the Daqing Palace, and the three heroes of the Southern Jin Dynasty who reformed the Tao finally ended up like this, how could they not make thousands of civil officials in the dynasty feel cold.

Eventually hatred and anger took over their hearts, and some were beaten to the head in the struggle, but they did not give in.

Horizontal and vertical are all dead, and they are free. He scolded the privy envoy who stood above their heads and held the power of God and killing.

"Gelding, I can't wait to eat you alive!"

"Sable Temple, you remember for me, Zhang Zhengqing, the eunuch of the country, is waiting for you to come down in the underworld!"

"My generation of scholars, don't bow to eunuchs!"

"Brother Ziqing, don't cry, drink the unfinished wine in the underworld! The most important thing that my generation of readers lacks is backbone! ”

The tall figure standing in front of the threshold of the palace looked at the bright fireworks above Bianliang City, and was silent. He didn't seem to care about the rage and scolding.

Fireworks are easy to cold and fleeting.

After half a sound, the fireworks dispersed. He lowered his head with half-squinted eyes, and looked at every iron-clad face with cold eyes, unyielding, resentful, and unwilling.

Only begging for mercy is not visible.

Huang Shiliang of Mink Temple entered the palace at the age of eleven, and he has never seen any conspiracy. In the end, the sadness in his heart was also suppressed by the cold reason, and only one word came out of his soft mouth.

"Kill!"

Scholars are hateful and should be killed.

The knife slashed to the ground, and the head rolled. The cold wind of the night solidified the hot blood. After killing the people who participated in the coup, Huang Shiliang stepped on his boots and reflexively returned to Zichen Palace, and he also had to give the emperor a reason, a reason to kill all the civil and military officials openly.

Halfway through, Huang Shiliang of the Mink Temple stopped, turned around and instructed the people behind him, "Remember, none of the people who are related to tonight's coup d'état want to get out of the matter, even if they kill a thousand by mistake, don't let go of a remnant." Let one go, and you'll see you here! ”

As soon as the cold voice fell, a bright firework exploded in the dark air, Huang Shiliang raised his head and happened to see this scene of brilliant fairy scattered flowers.

At this time, in a certain house in Wuyi Deep Lane, Chen Zhongqing, who was sitting in the back garden, also just raised his head and saw that touch of brilliance.

But he didn't have that leisure.

Chen Zhongqing sat on the stone bench, carefully fiddling with the flower-carved wine jar, and placed four or five palm-sized wine jars around him, as well as a pile of sharp scraps from the blacksmith's shop, which had been useless in the corners of the abandoned room before, and now came in handy.

He stared intently at the jar, mixing charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter, compacting it with wood, and then carefully mixing rice milk and fish glue on the outside of the jar, and then turned it around to make sure that the iron shards would not fall.

After finishing the work, he wiped his forehead with his sleeve, it was full of fine beads of cold sweat, and tonight's night breeze was as cold as the thin crowd in Wuyi Lane.

He's worrying about himself, asking a liberal arts student to do the work of a tech nerd, it's a nightmare for the handicap party.

If it is unfortunate to travel to a dynasty that has never been heard of at all, then it is a disaster to be affected by a palace coup d'état without enjoying a few days, and even the risk of beheading at the execution ground.

He just wants to be a second generation official who eats, drinks and has fun, and he doesn't have to worry about it, the original owner of this body is like this, he lives a comfortable and carefree life, he doesn't want to make progress, except for being scolded by his father, he lives very leisurely and comfortable the rest of the time. Since everyone thinks that he can't become a great tool, there is no need to climb up the worldly route.

However, now it is found that the second generation of officials still has to take the risk of punishing the nine clans. It's very melancholy. He can still have a good life for a few days, how can he end up with a full house of beheadings.

From the rumors and key conversations between his father and uncle that he heard in recent days, it can be guessed that the emperor of the current dynasty could not bear the control of the eunuchs in the Privy Council, and the political forces under the Zhongshu sect of Prime Minister Li Dangxian launched a coup d'état tonight. It sounds like it smells like the change of Tang Wenzong's nectar, and it seems that wherever you go, history is always strikingly similar.

The capital city where the princes and nobles are lined with mansions has not yet heard the neighing of horses, and I don't know how many graves will be added to the sorrow when I get up tomorrow morning. He hadn't been here for a few days and didn't want to end up with a knife.

A sharpened wooden stick was placed beside him, and he fiddled with the last altar of flower-carved wine.

The old servant, who was blind in his left eye, ran to Chen Zhongqing with the last pile of white powder and carefully placed it on the table. Lao Jia scratched his dirty knotted hair, stared at the busy young master and smirked.

Chen Zhongqing shook his head helplessly, this half-bald old servant was the only person around him who could be used. In addition to being sloppy, the most important thing is to obey Chen Zhongqing's words.

"Just put things here."

Chen Zhongqing lowered his head and did not speak, he carefully put the last handful of nitrate into the altar, compacted it with a wooden stick, and then sealed the mouth, and then put all the jars into the cloth bag, and tied a knot vigorously. Pick it up and shake it up and down to make sure it won't be bumped and broken while walking.

Saltpeter, sulfur, charcoal, the necessary materials for making black powder, he was ready to fight to the death

Even if you don't have any plans for this family, at least you have to save your life.

Lao Jia was lively on the side, he suddenly laughed, and said directly before Chen Zhongqing could speak, "I think the young master is actually very powerful, but he has been pretending to be a fool, even Lao Jia can see through it, they can't see through it, it's really stupid." ”

Chen Zhongqing glanced back at him and said, "Lao Jia, your sycophant is as smelly as you are covered with the smell of the toilet, hurry up and go back and change your clothes." ”

"Okay, young master."

Thinking that he would be able to drink Huadiao later, Lao Jia turned around and ran, faster than anyone else, and he couldn't see that this guy looked like he was seventy or eighty.

"Wait, old Jia."

The old servant stopped, turned his head, and stared at the young master with a wooden expression, took out some broken silver from his arms, and stuffed it into the old hand that was full of dirt in the ** gully.

"Young master, this ...... Too much...... Lao Jia drinks a jar of flower carvings, and one jar is enough. ”

The old servant, who was blind in his left eye, laughed even more happily, and said that he did not need to, but in fact he took the silver and put it in his pocket.

"Take it, tonight is the Yuan Festival, drink and eat well."

"Hehe, Shangyuan Festival, eat and drink well."

After a perfunctory reply to the other party, Chen Zhongqing stood up, took a deep breath, and prepared to leave.

Lao Jia pinched his snot and wiped his hand on his sleeve. Carefully putting the silver in his arms, he grinned, revealing a row of dirty yellow teeth, made a gesture of raising a glass to drink, and said with a simple smile, "Young master, wait a minute, come back and make a whole pot of flower carvings?" ”

Chen Zhongqing's footsteps paused, and he turned his head and squeezed out a smile.

"Well, when I come back, let's make a pot of flower carvings."

Although he didn't have a good impression of this old servant who had served the Chen family for three generations and followed him before and after the saddle, he couldn't bear to involve a helpless old man in such a dangerous conspiracy. What's more, this is a dangerous assassination, once the matter is revealed, Chen Zhongqing is ready to die. Before that, he wouldn't let that guy named Wang Changan have a good day

After receiving Chen Zhongqing's silver taels, Lao Jia turned around and left, stretching his waist with a comfortable expression. Bianliang is so lively tonight, it's time for me to get together.

After breaking away from the old servant, Chen Zhongqing quietly went out alone.

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. I don't know how many households will hang miserable white lanterns in this piece of Wuyi Lane of Wenxuan Bridge tonight.

Looking up at the cold moonlight, he sighed deeply.

In Bianliang Capital tonight, I'm afraid a lot of people will die.

"The wind is tight, and it's blowing."