"I couldn't have imagined that the most loyal to King Xingwu is not the world-famous Prime Minister Du Luohuo, not the famous General Lin, but your Zhao Chengde Zhao Gonggong. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Yang Zhen took the red-hot soldering iron and gently put it on Zhao Chengde's chest, which was already full of holes, and a puff of black smoke mixed with the smell of burning spread throughout the torture room.

A terrible and painful scream erupted from his clenched teeth. It wasn't until Yang Zhen removed the soldering iron that he gasped for breath, and the blood between his teeth dripped to the ground.

"Gonggong Zhao, when King Xingwu left, he didn't pay attention to you, I don't know what you are loyal to? What are you looking forward to? ”

"Yang Zhen, our family only hates that we didn't slap you to death at that time, and now let you, an ungrateful dog thief, gain power! Don't talk nonsense, give it a good time! Zhao Gonggong spit out a mouthful of blood foam, which was gently avoided by Yang Zhen.

"Father-in-law Zhao, I just appreciate your loyalty and intentionally keep you alive, you just ask for me, how about I let you go? Don't you see that father-in-law Zhang who offended me is also living well? The friendship between you and me is no better than that of others, no matter how you count, we have also had a bar together! Yang Zhen poked Zhao's father-in-law's rotten flesh with a soldering iron and laughed.

Zhao Gonggong glanced at Gonggong Zhang in the distance, the Gonggong Zhang who had introduced Yang Zhen into the palace to dominate him, was now hung on a meat hook, and the blood flowed like more intake and less breath, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look good.

Gonggong Zhao didn't speak again, he closed his eyes and waited for the next wave of torture to come.

It's just that the expected pain didn't appear, he opened his eyes, and saw that Yang Zhen had already put down the soldering iron, but instead took out a wine bottle and walked slowly, put the gourd mouth to Zhao Gonggong's mouth, tilted it down, and the wine poured out

The hungry Zhao Gonggong did not refuse, he drank greedily, his throat kept stirring, until the wine gourd could no longer be poured out, he smacked his mouth and tasted it carefully.

"It seems that this is the wine on the road, but I also drank it happily." Zhao Gonggong's tone also eased a lot.

Yang Zhen shook his head, took out a piece of white silk and handed it over, and asked Gonggong Zhao, "Are you here or am I coming?" ”

"Don't bother!" Zhao Gonggong said.

"It's fine. Give you a pillar of incense time, there are drinks and dishes on the table, and Zhao Gonggong can also eat some more. Yang Zhen picked up the key and opened the chain on Zhao Gonggong's hand. Hand it to him and walk outside.

Zhao Gonggong took Bai Aya, and did not resist, he looked at Yang Zhen's back, which was much straighter than he usually did. I don't know if in the future, will it slowly bend down because of submission?

Thinking of this, he suddenly couldn't help but stop Yang Zhen.

"Huh?" Yang Zhen stopped and looked back at Gonggong Zhao, who wanted to speak and stopped.

"Don't embarrass our eunuchs." Zhao Gonggong said.

"Hmm." Yang Zhen walked out of the door with his feet raised.

"Your Majesty King Wu! The minions are loyal to you! Zhao Gonggong shouted loudly and kicked over the stool under his feet.

Until there was no sound anymore, Yang Zhen came in through another door, which was to prevent Zhao Gonggong from deceiving him to death and ambushing him. It's just that he was too worried, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the body of Zhao Chengde's father-in-law hanging on the roof beam, pulling his body straight.

The father-in-law Zhang who was hanging on the hook was pierced in the throat by the father-in-law with chopsticks and was also relieved.

He beckoned people to come in and clean up, and ordered someone to bury Zhao Gonggong and buried him in the newly established cemetery of the Weaving Bureau - Zhongyi Mausoleum, where in addition to the warriors who sacrificed for the Weaving Bureau, there are also those enemies who are respected for different positions.

For example, Zhang Yuntian, a hero who would rather die, was moved in together with his bronze statue, and Gonggong Zhao, who was loyal to the Lord just now, also has a place here.

Presumably, the martyrs of the Weaving Bureau would not hate such neighbors. Of course, Yang Zhen also hopes that there will be more and more enemies and fewer and fewer martyrs.

The people of the Weaving Bureau buried Zhao Gonggong, added a handful of wine for him, and left one after another. These people and horses of the weaving bureau can also enjoy incense here after knowing that they are dead, and they are obviously much more motivated.

After all, in this time and space, people still care very much about what happens behind them, and for this, even if they take their lives.

When the matter at hand was finished, an agent came and reported everything to the court after he left.

The Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas was allowed to move out of the imperial city, and they could freely choose the location to build the temple and receive believers to enjoy incense; Datong Village, which has been connected by a modified road in the depths of the Lieshan Mountains, has been politically expanded to a county seat, and Sun Zhengqing, the owner of the nameless building, is the newly appointed magistrate.

There are also eight strategies proposed by the empress, which were also discussed by the ministers, but the empress set the tone, most of them are inquiries about the details and process, but there are almost no direct refutations, such as the eighth article that women can be officials, which is the most unreasonable, but now that the emperors are all women, who dares to say a word? Isn't that looking for a little shoe to wear?