Is the most important thing to be a subordinate to be loyal or patient?

Du Gong always thought it was loyalty, but at this moment his belief was shaken.

He stood in the Taishou Mansion with his head down, listening to the angry scolding of the lord Sun Ying.

A roll of bamboo slips fell in front of him, and the hemp rope on which the bamboo slips were worn broke, and knuckle-wide pieces of bamboo were scattered all over the ground, making a loud noise.

Gongsun Ying's face is fair, unlike the warriors of Rongma and Li Shu, who has worked for many years, his face is extremely well maintained, and there are not many traces left by the years.

He is tall and burly, inherited the good appearance of the Gongsun family, with a tall posture, standing in the lobby of the Taishou Mansion, even though he is not wearing luxurious brocade, but his demeanor and bearing are the disciples of the family.

At this time, he walked in the middle of the hall, his chest rising and falling.

"I know you care about Abduna's identity, but how dare you deceive me for such a military incident?"

Gongsun Ying sighed angrily: "Even if Bogui is not kind to me, he is also my younger brother who is related by blood, the daughter of Bergui is like my daughter, and the son of Bergui is like my son." I can't love them, how can I harm them? ”

"Your deception is to cause me to be scolded by thousands of people!"

Compared with Gongsun Ying, who was embarrassed and indignant on his face, covering his chest and raising his sleeves to cover his face, Du Gong did not have much expression on his face.

His eyes fell on the brocade bag hanging from the copper hook around his waist, which contained the silver turtle button of Taishou Gong Cao Xuan, a small one, but a symbol of his status.

He was not from a high background, and he relied on Gongsun Ying's promotion step by step.

At this point, it's time to pay it back.

Du Gong secretly took a breath, and he bowed deeply.

"It's a lowly position and an assertion, and a wolf's ambition." Du Gong lowered his head and got up, "Greedy ink touches the wealth of the Jihou family, and I am worried that the matter will be exposed, so I ......"

When he said this, Du Gong took a heavy breath and paused.

Gongsun Ying in the hall paused, and then listened to Du Gong's hoarse voice and continued.

"So he deliberately leaked the news, so that Aduna knew, and ......" Du Gong paused again, swallowing hard, he felt like a prisoner who had not been able to drink water for a long time, and he was so thirsty that he couldn't speak any further.

"Huh?" Gongsun Ying's questioning nasal voice came from the hall, which seemed to be urging.

"Also, hide the news of Abuna's transfer of troops south." Du Gong finally finished his words with difficulty, his face was gray, and in a few breaths, he looked several years old.

It wasn't until Du Gong's voice fell that the stagnant atmosphere in the hall suddenly flowed again.

Gongsun Ying coughed, as if he was clearing his throat, preparing to make a judgment on this incident, and as if he was issuing some code.

A scribe standing on the side stood up and arched his hand: "Envoy Jun Mingjian, although Du Gong is greedy for the wealth of the Marquis of Mo Ji and conceals military affairs, he has been following you for 20 years, and he has the ability to control the emperor and has the talent of meritorious weapons, and I hope that Jun will remember the merits of the past and save his family from death." ”

This scribe Du Gong is very familiar with it, and it was this man with a few long beards on his chin and a clean face who secretly visited him late last night.

sent him a letter of deep affection that made Du Gonghan into his bones.

With this scribe taking the lead in speaking, Du Gong's colleagues and subordinates in the past avoided the table one after another and pleaded for him.

Only one person will be punished, and you will not be able to sit together.

Gongsun Ying put down the sleeve that covered his face, pressed it at the corner of his eye, and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eye.

He looked at Du Gong, who had completely stepped down on his back, and there was a mournful look in his eyes, as if he was struggling between love and justice.

After a long time, he let out a long breath and said: "Please also ask the dukes to get up, although Du Gong made a big mistake, but thinking of his affection for me, he will only punish one person and not implicate his family." ”

Everyone in the hall showed a relaxed look on their faces, praising and thanking Gongsun Ying for his magnanimity and kindness.

Suddenly, there was a lot of harmony in the lobby.

"Don't worry, even if you go, I will take care of your family." Gongsun Ying looked at Du Gong, who looked numb, and only when he thought of his family did a trace of abnormality flash on Du Gong's face.

"Someone." Gongsun Ying, like a magnanimous elder brother, comforted Du Gong and shouted outside the hall, "Push it out and behead it." ”

The two armorers, who had already been ready and standing under the tower, strode in.

Without taking off his boots and socks according to etiquette, he stepped on a line of dusty footprints on the shiny floor.

The iron armor on the armor sergeant's body rattled, and the sound of heavy footsteps came from far and near, Du Gong trembled, but he didn't make any other movements.

Two armor soldiers grabbed Du Gong's arm one on the left and one on the right, and dragged him out of the lobby.

In the past, he was glamorous, and the crown of his hair fell to the ground, and his cloak no longer had any grace.

He hung his head and let the armor drag him away, and as soon as he left, he heard a burst of voices singing praises to the magnanimity of the envoy from the hall.

Du Yuan trembled slightly, he was not afraid, but ashamed.

Shame died in such a way.

He shuddered.

But what could he do?

Argued?

No, it was he who led someone to count the treasury of the Manor of the Marquis of Ji, and transported most of the goods regardless of the obstacles.

It was he who informed Abuna Gongsun Chan about the orphan.

It was he who had temporarily suppressed the reporting instrument on the military movements of Atuna.

But.

Where are the goods that were taken away?

Where did he get the orphan of Gongsun Zhan?

He is just a little meritorious Cao Peng, why did the military intelligence documents of the alien race be sent to his desk?

Du Yuan gritted his teeth, as if he was about to chew up and swallow the truth.

His wife was old and frail, and she should have been happy.

His wife is not a big family, and she handles firewood, rice, oil, and salt for him every day.

His son, who is on an errand in the Taishou Mansion, will have a great future.

His daughter has just married a good man......

He is not worthy to argue with reason to refute the truth.

Du Yuan was dragged through the courtyard, his heels stained with yellow mud, and he was dragged out with a little blood.

When he finally arrived at the front yard, he saw the slave and maid sergeants in the Taishou Mansion and the grassroots officials in the front yard pointing at him one after another.

What will these people say about him as a sinner? Du Gong showed a miserable smile on his face.

was finally dragged all the way to the front yard, facing the gate of the Taishou Mansion.

The two armoured soldiers chose a prominent position in the middle to stop, and knelt down with the thin scribe in their hands.

Du Gong moved, and he reached out to tidy up the clothes on his body that had been dragged and messed up.

He wanted to leave as decently as possible.

Du Gong's movements seemed to have caused some misunderstanding, and the two armorers hurriedly held him down on the left and the right.

The two glanced at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

A person on the right looks around.

Many people gathered under the porch.

"The sinner Du Gong, the master guards the thief and begs for bribes and perverts the law, intending to murder the orphan of the Marquis of Ji, so that the king has an order and beheads!" The armor soldier slowly pulled out the Han Army's standard sword at his waist.

Du Gong lowered his head and listened to the armor man loudly tell his guilt, he felt cold in the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know when to shed tears.

He slowly looked up to look at the sky again, but heard what seemed to be a click on the bones of his neck.

The head was messy and covered his face, and he rolled into a pool of blood with a grunt.