There was again and again, and there was no repeat and again, and there was no repeat and fourth.

fell into the hands of Zhao Yu, this is the second time.

Zhou Jinhuan felt that the muscles on his face were out of control, and he wanted to laugh but the corners of his mouth were too heavy to rise at all.

In stark contrast to her was Zhao Yu, who smiled, with condescending arrogance and disdain.

Before she could react, Wei Zifeng was brought up, and it could be seen that he was not tortured, and he couldn't see the slightest embarrassment, but there was deep despair in his eyes.

"Wei Zifeng, I forgot to ask you yesterday, how much mercury does a person take to keep the body from rotting?"

"Weichen deceived the emperor, and he deserved death. ”

Completely different from yesterday's reaction, today's Wei Zi's cover was very calm, and the moonlight sprinkled on his handsome face, very quiet, as if he was not facing death.

"Tomorrow at noon, the gate will be late, and the nine clans will be punished. ”

After hearing the last three words, Wei Zifeng's calm face finally moved a little, but he didn't say anything, just lowered his head.

Zhao Yu was very complacent, sealed Weizi into the dungeon, and stared at Zhou Jinhuan with interest, the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of sarcasm.

Zhou Jinhuan is just thick-skinned, but she still needs to be faced, so she clenched her fists, and her thin body shivered in the cold wind.

"The skills are not as good as others, I am willing to bow to the wind, I want to kill or chop, and listen to the respect. ”

When Zhou Jinhuan said this, he had a smile on his face, and his eyes seemed to be looking into the distance, a little confused, and even a little satisfied.

And these swept away Zhao Yu's good mood.

Since the breaking of the country, Zhou Jinhuan has always been submissive in front of Zhao Yu, and her current appearance annoys him.

"Zhou Jinhuan, you have always wanted to leave the palace, how about I reward you with a chance?"

Hearing this, Zhou Jinhuan was about to laugh out loud, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and did not speak.

"There is turmoil in Liaodong and Hangu, and now that I am in turmoil, how can I quell the chaos?"

"Wei Zifeng has a son, but when he was a young student, he asked the emperor to spare his life. ”

"I didn't expect that the princess of the former dynasty who killed her brother and sister would intercede for a Dali Siqing, but it was a little more humane?"

"The slave and maid only begged the emperor to spare the young son's life, as for the slave and maid, it is not a pity to die, and they have long dared not ask for the luxury of leaving the palace. ”

Zhou Jinhuan is not hypocritical when she says this, she is just looking for another way: maybe death is really rebirth, who knows?

Sometimes, neither winning nor winning is absolute.

"Then it depends on the answer you give me. ”

The white jade hibiscus cup was turquoise tea, and Zhao Yu tasted it lightly, waiting for Zhou Jinhuan's answer.

Zhou Jinhuan knew that his answer was about human life, so he answered extra carefully.

Bian Que pays attention to the right medicine in treating diseases, and the same is true for rebellions. Although both Liaodong and Hangu rebelled, the "causes" of the two were different, and the countermeasures adopted were naturally different.

The unrest in Hanya was more of a political problem than a military one. The leaders of the rebellion were not the peasants at the bottom, but some local officials. Shortly after the founding of the country, Dayan did not take any action against the ministers of the previous dynasty, but many people were on their backs. Hangu is the land of Longxing in the Great Wei Dynasty, and many local officials are not thinking about the attitude of the new imperial court towards themselves, and some people deliberately let go of words to deepen the misunderstanding of local officials about the imperial court.

And the turmoil in Liaodong is not a military issue, but an economic and political issue. Liaodong is in the extreme north, the winter is long and cold, and this year's harvest in Liaodong is not good, the disaster relief grain allocated by the imperial court has also been deducted by officials, the people of Liaodong are cold and hungry, and the disaster relief grain of the imperial court is a drop in the bucket, so that the people of Liaodong have a reaction.

Speaking of this, Zhou Jinhuan paused, looked up and saw Zhao Yu's shining eyes, both inquisitive and excited.