"On the eighth day, Wechen was tortured, and this is not the reason for Wechen to scold you. That day, a few small jailers drank and had fun after torturing Weichen at night, and talked about the affairs in Nanyang Capital.

Wechen was closed in prison, and he didn't know anything about the outside world, and when Wechen heard the bad news in the house, more than six days had passed since the incident. ”

He said: "You have raided the mansion, I think the punishment is enough, but you are not satisfied." On the second day after you sent someone to copy the Shangshu Mansion, you actually sent someone to kill everyone in the mansion with a knife! ”

"There is a ninety-year-old mother in the house, and there are children waiting to be fed, in the face of their innocent faces, how can you bear the knife that falls?

When you dream back in the middle of the night and get up in the middle of the night, don't you feel the cold behind you and tremble slightly?

The cold wind is howling outside, why? That's the people of Shangshu Mansion shouting injustices and asking for your life! ”

He paused, and then said: "Wechen is indeed guilty, not to mention that Wechen is just a temporary ghost who is greedy for ink, even if Wechen has committed a heinous crime, the crime is extremely heinous, and the crime is unforgivable!" But the people in the Shangshu Mansion are innocent, what are their crimes? Why did you become a ghost under your knife for nothing? ”

Sima Ji's chest rose and fell, and his heart was full of sorrow and anger.

Li Changjin raised his eyes lazily: "Those who come into contact with prisoners are all accomplices, and those who do not report it will be punished by death." ”

Sima Ji sneered: "It's good to know and don't report it!" Everyone in the Shangshu Mansion was said by you to be an accomplice of Weichen! ”

He said angrily: "Don't mention it for the time being, what about the little children? Children are innocent, what do they know? ”

Li Changjin: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor." They don't understand now, and when they grow up, they will be white, and they will avenge their father and mother at that time, and they will definitely meet each other, won't it disturb the stability and peace of Nanyang Capital at that time? ”

Sima Ji gritted his teeth fiercely, and the old tears were rampant.

"Yes, they all deserve to die! At your command, everyone should die! ”

"Faint, unreasonable, demon girl!"

Suddenly, he shouted loudly: "As long as the demon girl is here, in time, Nanyang will die!" ”

He looked up, and his eyes were sad and sparkling with tears, which shocked everyone's hearts, and they hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look at them.

I only heard Sima Ji say in a loud voice: "What you are waiting for is not a good master." My today is your coming day! Please keep your eyes open and see what happens to me today! ”

In the end, his gaze fell on Li Changjin's body, his eyes were gloomy, and the cold light was stunning, "Your Royal Highness the eldest princess, the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, and the minister admits it." Don't you just want Weichen's life? ”

Li Changjin nodded generously and admitted, "That's right, this palace just wants your life, if you don't go for a day, this palace will not be able to sleep and eat." ”

Sima Ji's breath intensified, clapping his palms fiercely, full of anger and nowhere to go, trembling all over, and laughing angrily.

After laughing, the whole person calmed down, his eyes were silent, and he stared straight at Li Changjin.

"Good, good, good!"

One word at a time, the voice was sad, and the words wept blood, and it fell heavily into everyone's hearts.

"That Weichen will splash you with the blood on his neck today!"

After saying that, he jerked away from the left and right guards, rushed straight forward, and slammed his head into the blade of the guard on the right under the high seat.

Sure enough, as he said, for a while, blood gushed out and splashed on the high seat.

At that moment, the person who was timid and afraid of death on weekdays, and once spoke up to defend himself, was like a soldier who went to the death, and suddenly there was a trace of fearlessness and a trace of righteousness.

Everyone gasped and froze in place, looking at the pool of red blood still steaming hot, dumbfounded, and unable to speak for a long time.

Sima Shangshu died like this??

For some reason, they suddenly had a desolate and desolate feeling of "the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackeys are cooking".