"It's really a 'righteous annihilation'!"

Liu Zhennian laughed happily, stretched out his hand and pulled out the book, and put it in front of Yan Wen, who participated in politics.

"Yan participated in politics, I didn't put it on hold until today just to collect evidence; Now that his son is personally involved in him, he has no argument. Liu Zhennian stepped forward and slapped him on the back, but Yan Wen looked up at him with no pleasure on his face: "Ye Long is not guilty of any conclusive crime, his son acted like this to avoid trouble." Does the general have to kill Ye Long? You have to leave a way back. ”

"Fuck the back road," Liu Zhennian was very disdainful, "Don't talk like this when Yan participates in politics!" I fought against Nanban back then, if I wanted to stay behind, I wouldn't be able to enter Beijing today! If he was really given a way back, he didn't remember anything! ”

"General, don't worry......" Yan Wen looked at the chapter, took off his glasses, and gently rubbed his eyes, "This matter is not the same as the suppression of Nanban." If the general wants to return to the heart of the world, he must be benevolent and righteous, and cultivate virtue; If Ye Long is allowed to resign from his official position, and the passing post station is ordered to be generously entertained, even if he cannot make him grateful, he can still make Chinese and foreign people obey, and he has no authority over others. ”

Liu Zhennian listened absent-mindedly, and when Yan Wen said that he was dying, he shook his head: "It's not appropriate." Let's do what I want. ”

"Listen to me." Yan Wen replied by caressing the lens.

Ye Long's hands were tightly cuffed, a layer of skin had already been worn on them, and the hand prints were also covered by the dirt and dust, so that they could not be seen clearly; The face has also become dull due to the wind and frost for a long time, and only the pupils are still flashing clearly. Yan Wen illuminated him with a bright candle, looked at him once, then handed the candle to his subordinates and rubbed his hands.

"It's only been a few days, and Ye Yushi's appearance has changed......" Yan Wen sighed.

Ye Long should not keep his mouth shut. "Thanks to your own son," Yan Wen said, "I took you in." ”

"What do you mean?" Ye Long still couldn't help but ask.

"Ye Yongjia personally wrote a book to you, and this case is over." Yan Wen's voice was extremely determined.

"Who...... Who will listen to you! Ye Long's scolding trembled slightly, and he stared at him hard, "If there is such a thing, why don't you take out the concerto!" ”

The subordinate standing beside Yan Wen did not wait for the order, so he took out the book and threw it to the ground; Yan Wen hurriedly bent over to pick it up, folded it again, and held it to Ye Long with both hands with a smile.

He opened the book, and as soon as he saw it for the first time, his body was a little unable to support it; Reluctantly looked at it any longer, as if something was rushing out of his throat, but he swallowed it alive. The wide eyes continued to move up and down, but his body was almost stiff - and then, as if the ears had been pierced by thunder, the sound of the tremor made his eyes blacken, and his body fell backwards heavily.

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The jailer wrapped the corpse tightly in a white cloth, placed it on a dilapidated wooden stretcher, and turned to ask Yan Wen, who was sitting on the chair in a daze: "Ye Long was so angry that he immediately lost his breath...... Is it a direct burial or a ......"

"Ah......" Yan Wen was still a little panicked, "How can I say that he is also a minister of the imperial court, it is not appropriate to do this." ”

"But General Liu told us to ...... before."

"Or listen to my opinion, present it to the saint, and order him to return to his hometown for burial." Yan Wen paused for a moment, glanced at the man's expression, and continued: "You don't have to be afraid, if you annoy General Liu, I will bear the responsibility." ”

"Yes."

The coffin-carrying horse team silently stepped through every inch of land outside the city, and slowly marched towards the city; When the people on the side of the road saw the white flags waving in, they all stood in place and thought blankly. Literate people can recognize the words on the flag, and it is clearly written as "Zuodu Yushi Ye Long coffin". Everyone just knew, and they were all in an uproar, looking at each other, and retreating one after another.

The coffin stopped heavily in front of the chamber, and more than a dozen people knelt along the coffin board, all of them looking like ashes. After only a brief moment of calm, they began to wail in piles. Only Cheng Congyuan pressed his head to the ground and didn't say a word.

"The master's mood is almost settled at this moment." The humanity that came out of the council chamber.

"When the coffin came just now, the master almost fainted from crying......" Kou Zhong sighed while wiping his tears, his eyes were bloodshot, "Who ...... Who would have thought that the old man ......" Speaking of this, he couldn't hold back and whimpered in a low voice.

"It's impossible!" Kou Zhong shouted, his voice almost hoarse. "There must be some kind of trick in the house......

Cheng Congyuan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.

"Forcing the master to do this!" He looked directly at Cheng Congyuan.

"I also think it's strange," said the man, "that Kou should be assertive, and it is better to go to the master to consult." ”

"Or ...... Wait for the master to come out. ”

"No, I don't. When I came out, my master instructed me to come in at any time if I had something to discuss. He looked around at the crowd and said.

"That's good!" Kou Zhong wiped away his tears with his sleeve, got up and ran straight into the hall.

Ye Yongjia sat quietly. He lay down on the table, his hands over his face, and suddenly heard the sound of his clothes rubbing against the door, and sat upright, not daring to make a sound. In the dreary atmosphere, any rattling seems extremely deliberate.

"Is Kou in charge?" Ye Yongjia looked fixedly behind the screen.

"It's a minion." Kou Zhong turned around from there, nodded at Ye Yongjia, and prepared to kneel. "No need to kneel. If you have something to sit down and say, you might as well say. Ye Yongjia's voice was low, and his throat hurt when he spoke.

"Master, the master has passed away...... What did the people in the government say? Kou Zhong sat on the side, bent down and asked.

"Do you think there's something going on?"

The minion thinks...... It has something to do with Mr. Cheng. Kou Zhong's mouth trembled slightly. Let's talk about it. Ye Yongjia furrowed his eyebrows.

"It stands to reason...... The old man and the Ye Mansion will definitely be blamed here; But now not only is there nothing to do in my house, but the old man's coffin has been restored to the original book. I'm afraid it's ...... Someone is doing it. ”

"Be clear." Ye Yongjia stared at him and said.

"Yes...... It's ......" Kou Zhong hurriedly knelt down to apologize. "I'm afraid that Mr. Cheng wrote a script to impeach the master in order to protect Ye Mansion; Mr. Cheng was already in a high position, and it was easy to do this, so ......" He suddenly swallowed his words.

"I understand," Ye Yongjia looked out of the door stunned, "Cheng came from the abyss." ”

Bypassing the screen, Cheng Congyuan saw all the white clothes. The lowly minions were guarded on the left and right, and Kou Zhong stood beside Ye Yongjia; Ye Yongjia looked straight at him, his eyes like a knife. And all the faces were the same color, and they were as pale as death. Although the candle flame was bright, it emitted a dim light at the moment, engulfing the entire council chamber.

Outside, it may be pouring rain mixed with thunder. He seemed to hear.

He fell to his knees. Ye Yongjia closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear the fact that he was about to say.

"As Cole said—"

He said, "I joined the master in the name of the master. ”

Ye Yongjia opened his eyes when he landed, his eyes were empty.

"You have failed the trust of the master!" Kou Zhong yelled. Outside the thunder roared.

"I have failed my lord's trust......"

The rain whispered on the dimly lit road.

"You are ungrateful, I'm sorry for the Ye family!" Kou Zhong persecuted every sentence.

Thunder exploded one after another.

"I ......"

"That's enough!" Ye Yongjia said in a trembling voice.

"Master, I'm sorry for the master, and I'm sorry for you......" Cheng Congyuan choked up, "But I can't be considered unfaithful...... I ......"

"Hold on!" Ye Yongjia no longer allowed him to say more. "Take this bastard...... Shut up in the study! Let him repent before the spirit of the master! ”

The men on both sides dragged him out; Cheng Congyuan seemed to be saying something in his mouth, but he immediately disappeared among the white clothes.

The rain stopped and the thunder stopped.

Ye Yongjia was still stunned, his eyes were red, and there were still tears on his face, but he didn't feel it anymore.

Cheng Congyuan was pushed into the courtyard of the study, followed by a burst of locking doors. The east door was the last to be locked, and after the bolt was locked, the locker threw the keys down, and the keys slammed into the door, and after that, everything fell silent.

A mourning hall was erected in the study, and a heavy coffin was placed horizontally at the door. On the table in front of him stood Ye Long's spirit tablet solemnly, and some sacrifices were also displayed. Collect it in a basin. Cheng Congyuan didn't dare to look at the coffin, at a glance it seemed to be speaking to him, but he couldn't listen.

Cheng Congyuan felt bored, so he had to go to the south gate to find a broom and do his job. A bamboo broom leaned against the door, untouched. He tugged the broom, and suddenly heard a "bang", and the iron kettle that had been placed behind the broom rolled to his feet. He bent down to pick up the jug, lifted the lid, and the smell of wine entered his nose.

No longer thinking about who delivered the wine, he walked straight back to the room, found a tea bowl at random, and drank a bowl in one go. After a few bowls, he didn't feel satisfied, so he simply pushed the bowl away and drank it against the spout. He no longer thought about anything else, and the things that made him break his wrist and go to the fire no longer existed. The wine burned in his body, and the fire spread as if it were boiling; There is hatred, sorrow, struggle, bondage, and power poured out in madness. After that, my mind was blank, and everything in front of me was erased by pitch blackness; He stood up, and though he couldn't see anything, he slammed into it without hesitation, shattering the darkness as he had done before.

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