The holy decree arrived on the fifth day of the first lunar month, and Yao Shuwen knew that this moment would come after all. Since returning from the Xuanzheng Palace, no matter what his wife and father ask him, he has tried his best to reassure them and always say that everything is fine. The days passed peacefully, the eldest son still hadn't learned how to untie the six sons, and Yao Shuwen no longer insisted on it. In life, it's also a kind of luck to be stupid and dull once in a while.

"I don't understand, you don't have this talent." Looking at his son, who was a head taller than his peers in front of him, he smiled and patted his son on the shoulder, as if he had accepted his fate.

The son looked at his father suspiciously, feeling that his father, who had been strict in the past, had completely changed his appearance today. My mother and sister came over with lunch, and the father asked my mother to make the last piece of meat left in the family, and the whole family gathered together to eat lunch quietly. Yao Shuwen is always ready to accept punishment, abandon his official position or go to prison.

Before lunch was over, Cheng Hai walked into the courtyard of Yao Shuwen's house with the thirty-fourth chapter of the holy decree.

"This is a clean official." Cheng Hai saw this slightly depressed courtyard again, and couldn't help but sigh. It's a pity that he can't do anything for Yao Shuwen, and Yao Shuwen's fate trajectory is also destined to go to a desperate situation.

Putting down the coarse porcelain bowl, the fragrance of the meat soup was still between his lips and teeth, and he seemed to pray: "Father-in-law, can you avoid the wife and children at home?" ”

It stands to reason that the whole family must kneel to receive the holy decree, but Cheng Hai held a death sentence in his hand, looking at the seven or eight-year-old boy and the five or six-year-old girl in front of him, they also blinked at themselves with innocent eyes.

"I can stay." The old father smiled slightly, he knew that something was wrong, but he had the courage to face it with his son. The wife tried her best to control the tears rolling in her eyes, and pulled her children back to the back room. In this life, she has no regrets about following Yao Shuwen, even if she is never rich, she has no resentment. However, Yao Shuwen, if you have a good one today, I will spend the rest of my life resenting you and hating you!

"There is a decree in the Holy Order, Jingzhao Yin Yao Shuwen abused his power, neglected his duties, and connived at Jubao Qian Zhuang to defraud the people of money, causing a big disaster. He even made false confession seals to slander the court officials. The sin is unforgivable, and it should be executed immediately according to the law! ”

The sky is blue and gray. The white clouds will be dyed black, and they will be so oppressive that people will not breathe.

"Old and decrepit, long overdue."

On the night his son was taken away, Mr. Yao committed suicide by hanging the beam.

He knew that if it weren't for his illness, his son would not have been involved in this scam, and his family would not have been in a desperate situation. He remembered that in the season of the fragrance of osmanthus, nobles came to the small courtyard, and they rode black horses. The old man who walked down from the sedan chair gave his son a thousand taels of silver and asked him to buy coupons and tickets, so that he would have money to see a doctor for the old man.

The 1,000 taels of silver were defrauded, and the son said he would repay the debt. But when he came to the courtyard for the second time, the old man's face changed. He threatened to dismiss the official and go to prison, but his son did not bow his head. But because of his unfortunate illness, his son went to them overnight, and he became a clean official all his life, but after all, he went astray for the sake of himself, a man who was about to die.

A penny is stumped for a hero, and such a story really exists. Son, let's go together with father and son, but on the Huangquan Road, you go yours, I go mine, I owe you too much in this life, how can the old father see you?

On the afternoon of the sixth day of the first lunar month, after only one night's work, Yao Shuwen took off his image. Deep sunken eye sockets, messy beard, occupy a few straws. Since it was still the Chinese New Year, no one came to see the excitement of this killing. In the past, there were only three mothers and sons in mourning clothes in the bustling execution ground.

The eldest son was still holding the six sons in his hand, "Daddy! I know how to unravel! The eldest son shouted and threw the six sons to the ground and untied them...... Everything is unraveled. Yao Shuwen's head rolled down, and there was still a hint of a smile.

"Family members receive corpses!"

The official who was in charge of the punishment shouted loudly under the red umbrella, and Yao Shuwen's wife picked up his head, and then she cried bitterly. Since that day, the mother and son have disappeared from the world, and no one knows where they have gone, nor does they know if they will ever return.

Fifteen years later, the Wei Empire will eventually pay a heavy price for today's unjust case. A fierce general of the Qi State named Meng Xun will ride a sweaty and bloody BMW covered in iron armor and wash Wei Du in blood!

"Wronged, he is wronged......" Feng Yuebai shouted blood in front of the Xuanzheng Palace.

Snow, blood, white, red!

"Lord Feng, the Holy Majesty ordered, if you make another sound, you will be killed by the cane!"

Cheng Hai looked down at Feng Yuebai kneeling in the snow, his face was as cold as wind and frost, and he had to raise his head hard to see his eyes covered under the umbrella.

The Xuanzheng Hall is no longer a place where he can cry out for grievances, but he understood it too late. Yao Shuwen is already in a different place, and no one can tell the truth anymore.

Wu Mansion, he was going to find Wu Heng, and it was his "kindness" that guided him to find Cui Qian's head step by step. He and Yao Shuwen presented the same set of confession evidence, one pointing to Jing Ji and the other to Cui Qian. He seemed to see that someone was making a choice, and in the end Yao Shuwen was the one who was abandoned.

Since he chose himself, he must know why.

"General, Feng Yuebai has been waiting outside the door for an hour."

Wu Heng found that calligraphy could calm his mind, and every day after dinner, he would practice calligraphy in his study for an hour. Shane is both his staff member and the master who directs calligraphy. With the last stroke, Shane reminded him in a low voice that there was still a stubborn Fengyue Bai in the snow outside.

"These sour literati really have a bit of backbone."

Wu Heng snorted disdainfully, but forgot that Shang En beside him was also a literati. Purify his hands in the copper basin, raise the hot tea and take a sip before beckoning to the housekeeper.

"How's that, is he still as vigorous as he was when he first came?"

"The little one has secretly watched and is curled up on the threshold, how can there be any heartfire?"

People are dying of cold, and all arrogance is extinguished. The extreme cold made Feng Yuebai suddenly open his mind. Even if he fights for his life today, he can't shake the bricks and tiles of this general's mansion at all, and he dies in vain, how is it different from Yao Shuwen?

In the night wind, the carriage with the lantern with the words "General Huben" drove leisurely, the copper bell jingled, and I don't know whose carriage stopped in front of Feng Yuebai. I can't care about any embarrassment, so I just ask this person to get out of the car and go to the house.

"Miss, slow down!" The pink-clothed maid who got down from the carriage first put a low stool on the ground, the door of the carriage opened, a small hand stretched out from behind the thick cotton curtain, and the jade jingle bracelet on the wrist sounded crisply, and Feng Yuebai raised her head.

The one who got out of the car was a seven or eight-year-old girl, who walked very steadily with every step, and the hairpin rings on her head collided from time to time, and the sound was very pleasant.

"Turn on the lights." The mother-in-law who followed behind instructed the maid who carried the lantern, and the two little maids trotted to hand over the lantern.

"Yikes!"

Her eyes suddenly fell on Feng Yuebai at the door, and the girl couldn't help but gasp. The mother-in-law stepped forward and kicked Feng Yuebai, and scolded: "Where did you come from called Huazi, and you don't look at any place to nest here!" ”

The girl then looked at Feng Yuebai in the faint light, and for some reason, she sneered and stopped her mother-in-law: "Mom, don't kick and beat, maybe it's a student who came to ask for my grandfather." It's not easy to look at him, so don't be embarrassed. ”

"Yes, Miss!"

The mother-in-law didn't scold Feng Yuebai anymore, the girl's eyes were always staring at Feng Yuebai's face, and she handed him her hand stove: "Are you here to find my grandfather?" ”

Feng Yuebai looked at the hand that stopped in mid-air, not knowing whether to take it, and not knowing who her grandfather she was talking about? The mother-in-law grabbed Fengyuebai again, and he slammed on the wooden door: "You are really, what about our Miss Sun asking you?" Like a mute. ”

As soon as the girl's hand was released, the stove fell impartially on Fengyue's white legs, and her stiff body finally felt a trace of warmth. It's really embarrassing that such a rude thing could happen to me. I wanted to stand but couldn't stand up, my clothes were full of mud, Feng Yuebai couldn't help but lower her head, and said softly: "Under Feng Yuebai, come and ask to see General Wu Heng." ”

The hoarse voice is not beautiful to hear, but it is full of the roughness of a man.

"I said I came to find my grandfather, help him in and warm up first."

The servant who had been ordered picked up Fengyuebai and almost carried him to the Wu Mansion. He was still holding the hand stove left by the girl in his hand, and the faint incense penetrated into his nose, which should have been left by the girl on the hand stove.

After two cups of hot tea, the whole person seems to come to life. In the spacious waiting room, only the servant who had just brought him in was left. The hand stove in her arms is still warm, but the girl is no more.

"You kid is lucky, I met Miss Sun, the most bodhisattva-hearted girl in our family, otherwise I will freeze you to death tonight."

The servant teased as he poured him tea.

"Miss Sun?"

In Feng Yuebai's impression, the young ladies of the Wu Mansion have already been married, and this Miss Sun doesn't know which house she is the heir of. Looking at his stupid appearance, the servant was talkative, and said: "Our Miss Sun is the daughter of the second miss, named Xiao Luoluo, who has always been raised in the mansion because of the general's favor. ”

There is also such a young lady, but Feng Yuebai never knew about it. Looking down at the stove in his hand, it was small and delicate, like the sweet face of the child.