Chapter 3: Hurricanes (7)

"Boom, boom, boom!" thunder rolled and shook the room. "E small┡ said┡."

The downpour blurred the boundaries between heaven and earth, engulfing the scenery outside the window into a cloud of boundless darkness.

Several purple lightning bolts suddenly appeared in the darkness, instantly tearing apart the rain curtain, revealing the broken bricks and tiles in the courtyard and the willow branches flying in all directions. Immediately after, there was another burst of thunder, which shook people's hearts and trembled, and their hands and feet trembled.

"Whoa!" a porcelain teapot was shaken to the ground from the edge of the pine table, torn apart.

Shi Chonggui jumped to his feet, ran forward two steps, and then suddenly realized where he was at the moment, sighed, turned back again, and sat down on the chair beside the table.

The two eunuchs who were serving him in his daily life rushed in with dim butter lamps, and at first glance, they saw the broken teapot on the ground, and immediately raised their eyebrows and whispered: "Your Majesty, be careful! This month, you have broken three teapots." There are so many mouths in the yard, and there are fewer and fewer people watching your last dynasty drama recently, and if you don't cherish things so much, we will all have to drink the northwest wind!"

"You ......" Shi Chonggui was red-faced, wanted to stand up and talk back, thought about it, fell back into the chair for the second time, and arched his hand in a sneering manner: "Got it, Wang Daban, Zhang Daban, I, I fell asleep just now, and I didn't notice that the teapot was shaken to the edge of the table by the thunder!"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep!" you say, what else are you going to do but sleep?" the two old eunuchs, whom he called his big companions, continued to count impatiently as they crouched down to clean up the pieces of the teapot on the ground. "Why don't you go write a few words, and we can get some eggs back next time!"

"Yes, or else, you will write another letter to your son. Even if he refuses to listen to you and surrender to the Khitan with his men and horses, he will at least take care of your food and clothing, right? The roof tiles have long been rotten, and when it rains, they leak everywhere!"

"Well, well, you're right. I'm going to write, I'm going to write. Shi Chonggui was counted like a third grandson, but he didn't have the courage to talk back, so he just followed the other party's tone and discussed in a low voice, "Big companion, can you light the candle?

"Do you really want to write a letter to Zheng and the young master?" The eunuch surnamed Wang was overjoyed, and jumped up and prepared to light candles.

The eunuch surnamed Zhang grabbed him, "You save it, don't be happy too early." Haven't you figured it out? He's just a piece of hob meat. He won't write to Zheng Ziming, he wants to trick you into lighting a candle, and then write a few big characters casually. ”

"This ......" The eunuch surnamed Wang was stunned, turned his head, and glared angrily at Shi Chonggui. Sure enough, from the other party's face, I saw the embarrassment of a little trick being poked.

He grabbed the butter lamp and slammed it down on the table. Then he crossed his hands on his hips and said loudly: "If you want to light a candle, if you don't have a way, just use an oil lamp! You still think it's in Bianliang, you can light a few candles if you want to! If you can use an oil lamp, it is already someone else's grace!"

The smell of rancid butter immediately wafted up, and the stomach and intestines of Shi Chonggui tumbled. Instinctively ducking back, he begged for mercy: "Companion, take the oil lamp a little back, take a little back, you know I can't stand the smell." It's not that I won't write a letter, but I did, and you have to find a way to get to the south!"

"You don't have to worry about it, as long as you write it, we can naturally ask someone to send it over!" The two eunuchs were overjoyed, looked at each other, and responded in unison.

sent a letter to Zheng Ziming, of course they didn't have that ability. may force Shi Chonggui to write a letter, which is a great achievement. After handing over the letter to the Khitans, they had to receive some rewards, and perhaps they would be happy at first, and for the sake of their ability to do things, they would be sent to a certain prince's house as an errand boy, and they would be completely freed from the sea of suffering.

"I, I'm ......" Shi Chonggui was stunned, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

After all, he was an emperor once, and the thoughts in the hearts of the two old eunuchs couldn't be hidden from him at all. However, he had no way to punish the other party, and he had no interest in directly exposing the despicable thoughts of the two.

Since the two concubines were "invited" by Prince Shulu to see the flowers, and the only daughter who lived in the world was also married as a concubine by King Yongkang's brother-in-law, he was the only prisoner left in the courtyard in front of him. Everyone else was a jailer, hundreds of pairs of eyes looking at him. As a prisoner, you naturally have to have the consciousness of being a prisoner, and you can't work against the jailer and ask for hardship. Although, the two "jailers" in front of him were once the confidant eunuchs who had followed him for many years.

"It's itchy again, isn't it?" When the two eunuchs saw that Shi Chonggui suddenly played a dead dog, they understood that their tricks had been seen through, and suddenly, their faces were faintly hot, and the hatred in their hearts instantly arose. "Do you still think that you are the emperor, and no one dares to touch you? Let me tell you, although this letter is not what you want from the court, the main lord is not bad. If you wrote it earlier, people will be happy, and maybe they will send you a few sheep to eat. If you procrastinate any longer, as long as the other party talks to General Yelu, you will inevitably eat a whip. ”

"Click!" lightning bolted through the window, illuminating the ugly faces of the two eunuchs.

Shi Chonggui was so frightened by the thunder that he shuddered again, hugged his shoulders, rolled his body into the chair, and trembled like chaff.

Whips, whips with barbs. He never thought that the whip would hurt so much when it was on people. People want to die on the spot, but they can't die for a while, they can only grit their teeth and grit their teeth, feel the skin and flesh detach from the body, and the flames roll back and forth in the bone marrow.

However, even if he was beaten to death next time, he would not write a second letter to his son. He swore never. As long as he can keep his mind clear.

The last letter was not what he wanted to write at all. It was when he was beaten too hard that he was about to pass out, and he was softened in a daze. Deep in his heart, Shi Chonggui excused himself over and over again, and every time he excused himself, he felt guilty. From the moment the letter was written, he wished to hit his son headfirst on a pillar. However, thinking about his beloved concubine Feng's suicide when he hit the pillar and burst out, his legs were weak and he couldn't take a step anymore.

"Don't pretend to be dead, it's useless!" the eunuch's voice sounded again, tormenting his eardrums and heart. "If you have the ability, just wait for the Khitan people to pretend to be you, then you really look like a gentleman!"

"Click!" another bolt of lightning slipped through the sky, illuminating the white of the stone's head.

"Don't force me, don't force me, I don't write, I can't harm Erbao anymore!" he suddenly shouted at the top of his throat, holding his head in his hands, crying like a toddler who had lost his soul. "Wang Daban, Zhang Daban, I, I beg you, I beg you. Don't, don't force me, I, I'm kowtowing to you. Erbao peed in your arms when he was a child. He's such a kind kid, he's, he's never bullied you. He, he has no grievances with you. I don't write, I really can't. I've already hurt him once, I can't hurt him a second time!"

"Hmph!" the two eunuchs neither refuted nor comforted. It's like watching a shadow puppet partner, watching from the sidelines.

As an old man who has served Shi Chonggui for many years, they have thoroughly touched this master's temperament. Ambitious and talented, weak-willed, greedy for life and afraid of death. If he was really willing to commit suicide, he would have committed suicide long ago when Bianliang City was broken, and he would not have relied on it until now. As for the licking of the calf for his son that is being shown at the moment, it is also the thin ice on the surface of the river in late spring, which cannot withstand a knock at all.

A few days ago, the Khitan people asked this master to write a letter to Zheng Ziming to persuade him to surrender, this person cherishes his own son, and he once preferred to die rather than give in. What was the result, I only ate more than 20 whips, and then obediently relented. The letter of persuasion of hundreds of words was waved away, which was called a sincere feeling, and after reading it, people felt that the surname Zheng refused to obey the order, which was simply inferior to a beast.

And when the whip on his body stopped hurting, this master suddenly began to blame himself. Hunger strikes, hitting walls, getting ropes ready to hang. There was a lot of trouble, and no one was willing to pay attention to it, but they refused to die. Continue to live like an earthworm, living a humble and dirty life.