"That time, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Long Live Lord, the minions would have been killed by those bastards, and the minions swore at that time that they would be loyal to the Long Live Lord for the rest of their lives." Speaking of these, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Creation makes people, no one could have imagined that a very rare encounter between monarchs and ministers would come to such a point, even Zhu Yijun, who was furious, couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he heard this.

But this was not Chen Mo's original intention, he collected his emotions and continued: "Long live the master, do you remember when you were angry and asked people to call Feng Bao, but were stopped by the minions? The slave didn't want to delve into it, but he was really worried that the Long Live Lord at night was in the East Factory, and Feng Bao would take risks. After saying that, he changed his tone, and regardless of Zhu Yijun's reaction, he continued:

Later, it turned out that the slave was too careful, and Feng Bao also arrived, but he didn't do what the slave was worried about...... That's his home base, what a great opportunity, if he really wants to rebel, how could he miss it? ”

Only then did Zhu Yijun hear Chen Mo's overtone, and sneered: "Why do you say he will let it go?" I'm here to tell you that he wasn't prepared for it because it happened so suddenly, and if he had been prepared, he would never have been merciful to me. ”

Chen Mo glanced at Zhu Yijun and saw that his anger was not concealed at all, and at the critical moment, he actually laughed out loud.

"Why are you laughing?" Zhu Yijun was confused by Chen Mo's laughter.

You were furious like that just now, a lot of verbosity, Feng Bao in front of you, you want to bite him to death, Lao Tzu actually tried to tell you that Feng Bao's rebellion was also a last resort, Lao Tzu took the wrong medicine, right?

Chen Mo was amused by his stupidity, but can this tell Zhu Yijun?

"The slave is laughing at himself, Long Live Lord has caught the evidence of Feng Bao's rebellion, and the slave is still here to speak for him." The answer is yes, Chen Mo has always been unreasonable in dealing with Zhu Yijun.

"So, did you promise to execute Feng Bao?" Zhu Yijun's anger finally decreased.

In fact, the relationship between men is sometimes similar to the relationship between men and women, the party who pays more, once he does not get a return proportional to the pay, he will be unwilling, Zhu Yijun is like this to Chen Mo. Because he thought he was too good to Chen Mo, Chen Mo couldn't betray him, so he wanted to prove it with facts. This is the fundamental reason why he not only killed Chen Mo, but also gave Chen Mo a chance.

Chen Mo naturally couldn't guess Zhu Yijun's psychology, besides, even if he could really guess it, no one dared to guarantee that Zhu Yijun would not be extremely disappointed and go to the other extreme - well, since I can't keep your heart, then I will destroy you.

At this moment, Chen Mo has no reliance at all, let alone any certainty that he will be able to get through it safely, and what he says is just following his conscience.

He shook his head and looked at Zhu Yijun's eyes sincerely: "Long live, Feng Bao can't be killed, even if he wants to kill, it shouldn't be at this moment." ”

Zhu Yijun was speechless, patrolling left and right, and found a tea cup on the kang table next to him, grabbed it and smashed it at Chen Mo.

This time, Chen Mo paid attention, dodged with one side of his head, but did not flinch, straightened up and said: "Long live the anger, listen to the slave, kill Feng Bao, you will fall into long live, the first emperor, and even the queen mother of the two palaces are in an unfavorable situation...... You think, who gave Feng Bao's rights? It is the Emperor of Longqing, the Queen Mother of the Two Palaces, and the Lord of Long Live ...... His greatest crime is rebellion, and although the other sins are also extremely heinous, they are not as good as death, but the rebellion cannot be mentioned at all. Why? Mentions, what will the subjects of the world think of you? You know, he's the most trusted person you trust, and he's called 'Big Companion'! ”

Chen Mo vaguely mentioned these words, but Zhu Yijun was in a fit of anger at that time and didn't pay attention to it, and when he heard it at the moment, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Zheng Shufei's face was originally very worried, but at this moment, she was a little dazed, and glanced at Chen Mo's gaze, which was very intriguing.

"It seems that you are determined to save Feng Bao?" After being silent for a long time, Zhu Yijun suddenly sighed deeply.

Chen Mo simply nodded: "For the sake of Long Live reputation, Feng Bao really can't be killed." Take another 10,000 steps back, Feng Bao is kind to the slave after all, and now that he has come to this situation, it is reasonable for the slave to do his part...... This is the true words of the minion, long live the lord to kill or chop, the minion is at your disposal. With that, he took two steps back on his knees, stuck his head deep into the ground, and never got up again.

"What a loving and righteous person, if I kill you, I am not benevolent?" Zhu Yijun's tone was very strange, like sadness and joy, only a pair of eyes, the whites of the eyes were red, like a scorching flame, and said calmly: "I remember that each of our monarchs and ministers once talked about Wei Zheng, do you remember what you said about him?" Maybe you don't remember, do you? Then I tell you that I am not Tang Taizong, and you don't want to be Wei Zheng, at best,"

At this point, his voice suddenly rose to the top of his voice, and it turned into a roar: "You are a eunuch, a eunuch without a father!" Someone, someone, someone—"

Zhu Yijun's voice was extremely high-pitched, and it spread far away, not to mention Chen Mo and Zheng Shufei in the room.

"Your Majesty......" Zheng Shufei had never seen Zhu Yijun so angry, her frightened face turned pale, and she screamed, not knowing how to persuade her at all.

Chen Mo was also stunned, and when he came back to his senses, a Han general wearing a silk embroidered red flying fish suit with a yellow background and an embroidered spring knife on his waist had already broken in.

"Drag him out of here, Staff!" Zhu Yijun couldn't wait for the Han general to salute, and pointed at Chen Mo and shouted.

"Yes!" The Han general agreed, shouted to come, and soon four Han generals in the same attire came in, and grabbed Chen Mo, who was kneeling on the ground.

Finished!

Chen Mo knew too well what the court staff represented, he was either dead or disabled, and shouted "Long live spare his life", but he knew that Zhu Yijun had already made up his mind, otherwise he would not mention Wei Zheng, because he didn't think that Zhu Yijun would take back his life at all, and what he hoped for was that Zhu Yijun was just teaching himself a lesson, not asking for his own life.

The so-called court staff, to put it bluntly, is to beat people's buttocks with a stick, which is a kind of punishment imposed on officials in the court, which first began in the Eastern Han Dynasty and was generally implemented in the Jin Dynasty and Yuan Dynasty, but it was indeed the Ming Dynasty that made the court staff famous.

The Ming Dynasty court staff, the staff is made of chestnut wood, the end of the beating person is cut into a mallet, wrapped with iron sheet, there is a barb, often carried out by specially trained factory guards, a cane down, the skin is open and the flesh is blooming, if you don't show mercy to your subordinates, you can often die in a few strokes. And those who can take on such a heavy responsibility need to pass the bricks of white paper, and the bricks are broken but the white paper is not broken, so as to cope with the order from above: fight with your heart, you will die; If you really fight, you will be disabled; Beating, that is, skin trauma, is nothing more than a lesson.

"Your Majesty, how do you fight?" General Dahan asked, Chen Mo stopped struggling and looked at Zhu Yijun - if he can live, who wants to die?

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