Chapter 262 was suicidal

"Mr. Wang is a great person," Qin Lin looked at Wang Bengu playfully, and said with a smile: "Even Jiayue praised Wang Dutang for his deep scheming, saying that you have a lot of old ghosts!" ”

Wang Bengu's heart sank, and when he heard Qin Lin say "Jiayue" in person, he naturally knew that it was referring to Zhang Juzheng, but the emperor's first assistant praised him for his deep scheming and ghostly appearance, which is not like a good word, right?

"Ling Yue he, he is dissatisfied with the old decay?" Wang Bengu was worried when he was on the table, got up from the table, and asked in a low voice.

Qin Lin had already learned from Wang Bengu's reaction that after the three brothers and sisters of the Zhang family left from him, they had not had time to come here, and his heart was immediately relieved, because Wang Bengu would never have thought that he had another purpose.

Wang Bengu, as the leader of the Qingliu who opposed the new policy, must have had many disputes with Zhang Juzheng in the court and politics before, but this time he threw himself into Zhang Juzheng's mén completely for the sake of begging for his life, and he had lost the last bit of dignity, so the letter handed by Mr. Zhang, the young master of Yuanfu, from Jingshi, and the words and attitudes of the three brothers and sisters of the Zhang family, he had to beat him up.

So Qin Lin vaguely mentioned that Zhang Juzheng was dissatisfied, and Wang Bengu was so frightened that he sweated profusely, and hurriedly asked the reason.

Qin Lin glanced at him, drank the tea unhurriedly, and snorted from his nose: "Jiayue asked me to ask you, since you intend to do the work of dogs and horses, but what you say in the letter is not true?" ”

Wang Bengu was stunned, his face became extremely embarrassed, and he secretly thought to himself that even this Qin Lin knew, and he had no other way than to get the news from Zhang Juzheng.

Just as Qin Lin guessed, when Wang Bengu wrote a letter to Zhang Juzheng to express his allegiance, he didn't know that Zhang Zixuan had a secret agreement with Wufeng Maritime Merchants on behalf of the Jiangling Prime Minister's Mansion, and he couldn't be sure that Qin Lin was the future Chenglong fast son-in-law of the Zhang family, and he would bring detailed evidence to Zhang Juzheng, so he also used chūn autumn brushwork to cover up the things he had done on that letter.

Now that Qin Lin calls Zhang Juzheng his family, the relationship is self-evident, and Zhang Juzheng certainly knows the details of what Wang Bengu did......

Therefore, Wang Bengu scrutinized the words in Zhang Juzheng's letter to him in his heart, and suspected that he was a dark ghost, but he felt that this was the case, and he did not doubt it at all.

"Yes, it was the lower official who was confused for a while, the letter was not written accurately, and he asked General Qin to show the way for the lower official!" Wang Bengu pleaded pitifully.

"Rewrite a letter, write down everything you did twenty years ago, and then check the evidence in your hand one by one, and be sure that you spit out the truth this time," Qin Lin yīn had a calm face and stared at Wang Bengu condescendingly: "In this way, Jiayue can use you with confidence!" ”

Zhang Xiangye, Zhang Xiangye! Wang Bengu sighed, and said in his heart that you have this idea, I said it earlier, anyway, I have to sell myself to take refuge, only by currying favor with you can I save my life, and I am not afraid of writing another letter with a face. Who are you sending this fierce and ruthless nv son-in-law to scare?

Wang Bengu didn't know that Qin Lin had given all the evidence to Zhang Juzheng, and he couldn't believe that there were people in the world who could ignore high-ranking officials and beautiful people......

"Zhang Xiangye can live if he saves me, Zhang Xiangye will let go of me, I have to die, let's go, anyway, the ironclad evidence is pinched in the hands of the surnamed Qin, and I will not be bad if I want to die," Wang Bengu pondered, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper, and looked up at the first assistant Mr. Zhang Junjian.

Qin Lin pointed to the head: "This is written on it, isn't it?" ”

Wang Bengu increased the amount with his hand: "The lower officials are confused, confused." ”

Knowing that this was actually a self-confession, it was inconvenient to mention Zhang Juzheng, so he changed a piece of paper and no longer appeared by name.

Qin Lin stood next to him, knocking on the table from time to time, urging him to write quickly.

Wang Bengu was born as a scholar, and his pen was like flying, and he wrote two large articles when he was on the board, basically writing clearly the various things that were "fooled by others", unjustly killing Wang Zhi, and framing Hu Zongxian, and in addition, he also whitewashed himself, saying how guilty he had been in the past 20 years, and thinking of the coastal people suffering from military disasters, he tossed and turned all night and other nonsense.

Before he finished writing, Qin Lin patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Not bad, not bad." ”

Suddenly, his hand slid like lightning and moved to the inside of the locking rǔ muscle behind the opponent's ear, and pressed down hard!

Wang Bengu immediately felt that the world was spinning, and it was pitch black in front of him, and he was unconscious.

When he woke up slowly, he was horrified to find that he was tightly tied, unable to move for half a minute, and with a rag in his mouth, he couldn't make a sound. ,

Qin Lin was arranging some inexplicable things, such as the mén latch in the main hall, I don't know how he used to break it into two sections, and moved a chair to the middle of the hall, the máo pen that he wrote just now was pinned to the huā lattice on the back of the chair, and the pen shaft was loosely hung with a thin and tough silk thread with a looper, and the two mén were also hung with silk threads.

When he saw that Qin Lin was removing the rope that was pulling the curtains and putting it on the beam in the middle of the hall, Wang Bengu instinctively felt the danger, but unfortunately the gagged mouth could only make a whining sound, and he couldn't call anyone at all - the slaves were all driven away, and the master and Chief Qin had a secret conversation, who dared to come and ask for fun?

"Woke up so soon?" Qin Lin put the rope on the beam of the house, pulled a live buckle at the bottom, put his hands in a smile, and showed a mouthful of white Sensen's teeth with a smile on his face: "Look, look, this official is so sympathetic to the prisoners, even the rope for suicide has been prepared for you!" ”

Wang Bengu's face was as pale as paper with fright, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his mouth let out a whining scream, why, why, he screamed unwillingly in his heart.

Qin Lin squatted in front of Wang Bengu and stared at his neck with interest: "Well, I must admit that I lied to you, although Zhang Xiangye sent a ministry photo and a commission, but I refused, because I wanted to send you to the gallows even more." ”

"I am an official of the imperial court...... Wang Bengu tried his best to spit out these words vaguely.

"Don't worry about me, because you committed suicide," Qin Lin smiled and held up the self-confession written to Zhang Juzheng in front of Wang Bengu's eyes, "Look, does this look like a suicide note?" ”

In order to wag his tail and beg for mercy to Zhang Juzheng, Wang Bengu's self-written confession was full of regret and regret, if Qin Lin said that this was a suicide note, I am afraid that no one would doubt it.

Wang Bengu's eyes were already full of fear, what was even more terrible than killing him was that this "suicide note" told all the things he had done to bring disaster to the country and the people back then, so if he was killed by Qin Lin, everyone would think that he was hurting nature and reason, and he couldn't withstand the inner torture and regretted committing suicide!

His reputation will be ruined, not only will he be destroyed from the ròu body, but his reputation will also be ruined, and ruining his reputation is the most appropriate end!

"Scared, aren't you? Have you ever thought of the 100,000 soldiers and civilians along the coast who were killed by you back then? Qin Lin's god became cold, and the light flashing in his eyes was like a soul refining fire from the depths of hell, scorching the depths of Wang Bengu's soul, and the cold voice struck his heart with the power of adjudicating life and death: "Yes, you should be afraid, the soul is waiting for you underground!" “

A hero can die calmly, because he dies with a clear conscience; The wicked man is more afraid of death than ordinary people, because there are unjust spirits waiting for him to come and settle the sins he owes in life.

Wang Bengu's body trembled like a leaf in the wind, I don't know if at this moment, facing the fate of death and fame, does he regret what he did back then?

"Qin Lin, deputy of the Ming Jinyi Guard, is here to kill the culprit for Wang Zhi's unjust death, the entrapment of the army and the people, and the ten years of widowhood in the southeast!"

After Qin Lin finished speaking, his hands shook the noose, and the deep spirit and the strong murderous aura on his body made him look like a life-seeking Yama from hell.

The servants of Wang Bengu's family were far away from the main hall, so as not to be suspected of eavesdropping on the secret conversation between the master and General Qin.

Suddenly, Qin Lin shouted loudly in the hall: "Why should Wang Dutang be like this? The past cannot be admonished, the coming can still be chased, what is the use of the past things? ”

Next, Wang Bengu's voice was depressed and low, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

The servants took curious steps closer.

Qin Lin said loudly again: "Wang Dutang said that it was useless, what did it mean?" Xia Guan is not here to accompany you to feel sorry for yourself, so I will leave! ”

Saying that, Qin Lin walked out of the hall angrily, and the two méns behind him slammed shut, and he was Wang Benguguan's mén.

The servants looked at each other, and they all said that this time the surname Qin made the old man angry enough.

"Wang Bengu, you have done something wrong, who is to blame? Qin doesn't have you! Qin Lin walked a few steps and turned back, stood outside the big mén, paused, and then said angrily: "Wang Dutang, you are also a second-class member of the imperial court, what is there that you can't see in everything......

As he was talking, suddenly there was a clanging sound in the hall, as if something fell to the ground, Qin Lin scratched his head inexplicably, and put his hand back into his wide sleeve.

"Hmph, what's it to smash furniture?" Qin Lin said indignantly, thinking for a while, there was no sound coming from inside, he leaned on the mén crack and looked at it, and immediately shouted in a fuss: "Oh no, come on, your master is hanging!" ”

Qin Lin shouted, while holding on to the lattice on the mén, "pushing" hard, pushing it still.

A few maids got closer, and also helped to push, but the big mén did not move, and it was obvious that there was a mén latch inside.

The servants also ran over to help, but Qin Lin stopped them: "Let me hit it!" ”

He hugged his shoulders and slammed into it, only to hear a loud bang, and the big mén exploded.

I saw Mr. Wang Bengu hanging himself in the middle of the beam with a rope, his body seemed to be still swaying, a chair under his feet had been kicked over, and two pieces of paper full of handwriting and a máo pen stained with ink were thrown next to him.

"Master, master, why are you looking for a short time!" The maid servants cried and put Wang Bengu down, and when they poked their noses, they were already dead