Chapter Sixty-Seven: Where Did You Come From And Got Back Somewhere

For more than 20 years, Wei Zhongxian has wanted to get the wind and the rain, and climbed from a desperate gangster to the peak of the empire, which is a bloody road, eradicating dissidents, removing people who get in the way, and doing bad things, and the people hate him to the core. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Everything is over, Wei Gelding ordered the family and guards to prepare as soon as possible, and after today, the imperial court will come to raid the house, and there will be no fart at that time. Wei Gelding lay in a sedan chair, preparing to return to his hometown with a mighty team, with dozens of boxes of belongings he had looted, with his Hakka clan and more than two hundred Ding guards.

No official dared to come out to see him off, including his cronies, for fear of avoiding him, and hastened to clear the relationship.

An era of absurd darkness is over.

Wei Gelding finally fell, and people set off firecrackers to celebrate Wei Gelding's departure, praising the wisdom and martial arts of today's son, and praising the superb martial arts of Lord Shen. Out of the gate of the capital, I said goodbye to here.

The people of BJ City spontaneously chased after Wei Gelding with kitchen knives and other weapons, and they wanted revenge with great momentum. Throwing objects at the guards, vegetables, eggs, stinky socks and other weapons were thrown at them in one go.

The forbidden army in the capital is maintaining order, these guards dare not speak out, let alone make a move, one by one, the former glory is gone, and the common people in the past are afraid to avoid them when they see them, like a mouse seeing a mouse.

The guard's face and sedan chair were all painted.

In the crowded crowd, I finally walked out of the city gate, and there were not many guards with me, and it was estimated that in a day or two all the people would run out, and the rest were some diehards. Most of the boxes containing belongings were also lost in the chaos and were snatched up by the chaotic crowd.

It's been two days since I've been gone, and there are fewer and fewer people around, and there is only one chest full of belongings left, this treasure chest is kept by a personal guard, and the last guard is gone.

It was raining heavily, stranded in an inn, sitting on the bed in the inn, Wei Zhongxian's mood was extremely low, his gray hair was spread out, particularly unkempt, and his face was swollen, he remembered that twenty years ago today, in the casino, he lost all his belongings, owed a lot of gambling debts, his wife ran away, there was no way out, he was looked down upon, and he was shouted and beaten by everyone like a rat crossing the street.

Just like now, what a big irony, as if a circle has been drawn, and it has returned to the original point, but after experiencing glory and wealth, the mood is even lower than before.

There was really no way out, so I was ruthless, and I used a knife to castrate the pig, and cut the root of my life, which was not very clean, and I died in pain, and it took two months to barely heal the injury.

Entrusted a little relationship into the palace on an errand, coincidentally found a martial arts cheats, practiced a skill, plus flattery, stammered, and the Hakka ghost together, since then he has been on the rise, becoming the head of the East Factory and the eunuch of the imperial study Bingbi, the carpenter emperor firmly in his hands, and began a nine-thousand-year-old career of power, holding the power of life and death. The Manchu Dynasty was in the hands of both civil and military.

There was also a middle-aged scholar living in the inn, singing a song sadly at this time, playing a long and turning tune.

I saw him raise a tall building from the ground,

The building collapsed.

I saw him making money every day,

The money is gone.

I saw him full of beds,

The head is broken.

I saw that he hid a concubine in the golden house,

The concubine ran away.

Yesterday Hao was strong and majestic,

Today, the graves are full of grass.

The world sighs that it is too little,

No one saw it.

But laughing at the world's hearts are too greedy,

He who walks but envy the donkey,

He who rides a donkey and envy a horse,

Riding a horse is also envious of sitting in a sedan chair.

No man is content

The prime minister wants to treat the emperor as well.

It's ridiculous, a dream.

When I woke up from the dream, the people scattered.

Only two lines of tears remained.

The scholar sighed, took the erhu, took a sip of wine, and left!

It was dark, and a bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating a bloated and pale face, with its head tilted, its hair scattered, a sash around its neck, and its body swaying.