Tonight, he lost a lot, a big defeat.

He tasted the cold palpitations of his heart in the silence for a long time, and the thoughts of regret kept tormenting his mind, and he wanted to cut off his own legs, and he wanted to sew his mouth, and even deaf his ears like burning wax oil.

So that he doesn't do anything wrong, doesn't know anything, he doesn't make any mistakes.

In silence, he was like a deaf and dumb person, indifferent to the wind and rain outside the house, ignoring Pang Boyi's inevitable eyes, just cursing himself in his heart, over and over again.

Hu Biaozhen stared at Pang Boyi's hand, his eyes lifted and immediately drooped, and his dry lips squirmed slightly. In the middle of the night, the hands trembled slightly, and he took off the crown of the pig on his head and slowly placed it at his side.

Hu Biaozhen stroked the cold floor with both hands and slowly bowed down without saying a word.

"If removing the crown can bring people back to life, then it doesn't hurt that my crown accompanies the old man." Pang Boyi laughed at the vicissitudes of life, "There is a saying in the rivers and lakes, saying that it is that people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help it. But this sea is like a sandstorm, there are talents but no talents, and burying them is the fate of going with the flow. Master Hu, once we enter the court, our lives are not in our own hands. His Majesty's words and deeds are all bright knives. If you take off your crown today, and the knife falls on your head, then tomorrow if you are to be prosecuted to prison, you say, Chen, should you also be punished for your crimes?"

"Pang Sikong!"

Hu Biaozhen's body trembled violently, and he suddenly pleaded hoarsely: "Raise your noble hand!"

Pang Boyi was unmoved, he looked sideways at Liu Xiuyong and slightly bowed his head.

"What is Master Hu doing?" Liu Xiuyong seemed to come back to his senses, he smiled softly and turned around to help, but Hu Biaozhen was so hard that he had to stop and said, "Lord Hu, the Chen family is full of loyalty and martyrs, and he is the founder of the country, and it is the foundation of the establishment of the law. This king cherishes talents and loves talents, how can he blame the boss or the Chen family."

Hu Biaozhen's body trembled slightly, and he said hoarsely: "His Royal Highness the King of Jin, don't torture the old minister, say it." He closed his eyes as if he was full of remorse and shouted, "What does Your Highness want the old minister to do?" Z.br>

Liu Xiuyong watched, and immediately straightened up steadily. He turned to the courtyard and stretched out his flat palm, the raindrops falling from the eaves flowing down his palm, and he looked at it with a calm expression.

"The prison, which is in charge of the laws of Zheng Guo, is the most important thing." Liu Xiuyong's hands were wet in a blink of an eye, and he bent his fingers to dust off the raindrops, "My father has not been in court for a long time, and this king, as the eldest son, should be worried about the king. I heard that Tingwei Zuojian was assassinated by thieves in Yanzhou a few days ago, and Zheng Guo's loyal ministers died young, which is really a pity. This king is heartbroken, and he is even more worried that there is no one in charge of the prison. This position cannot be vacant, and in the near future, this king will send a capable man to assist Master Hu."

Hu Biaozhen's head knocking on the floor seemed to lose his strength, his eyes widened, and his old body couldn't help but tremble more and more.

Capable people? This is clearly to set up a prison sentence!

"Sheng Chongnian, Lord Chen Yuwan promoted students from poor families. Nowadays, most of the prisoners are from poor families. The people His Highness wants to arrange will certainly be sympathetic to Lord Hu's difficulties." Pang Boyi leaned over and lifted Hu Biaozhen's arm, as if he was asking for warmth, "I won't embarrass the boss."

The roar was strangled in his chest, and the feeling of disgust suddenly hit his heart, Hu Biaozhen covered his mouth and stared wide, swallowing with difficulty in his throat, and finally swallowed it back.

"I don't seem to feel well when I look at the boss." Pang Boyi glanced at the maid, "Help the old man out of the house."

Liu Xiuyong looked at the rainy night and smiled softly, and never looked back.

Hu Biaozhen was helped out of the gate of the Jin Palace's mansion by two servants, and the old servants in the carriage in front of the door saw that Hu Biaozhen was being held like a weak, so he immediately trotted forward and bowed down to help.

The rain poured down the sky, the night was as dark as thick ink, Hu Biaozhen was helped by the servant to the carriage, and when the old servant lay on the ground, he didn't feel any signs of stepping on his back for a long time, so he looked up at Hu Biaozhen and called softly: "Master, get in the car."

Hu Biaozhen didn't respond, he slowly turned around and walked towards the end of the street in a daze, and the heavy rain soaked his clothes in a blink of an eye, drenching him all over.

But as soon as he took two steps, he suddenly stumbled

When he was about to fall, the old servant hurriedly ran over to help, but Hu Biaozhen had already fallen into the rain, splashed all over his body with black and dirty mud.

"Sir!"

The old servant shouted to help, but Hu Biaozhen shook off his hand and shouted, "Don't touch me!!

He fell to his knees panting, the cold rain slid down the wrinkles and furrows of his cheeks, he raised his old eyes to look at the sky, but he was squinted by the rain, and then turned to look ahead, but the visible road was blurred.

He knelt in the pouring rain and suddenly laughed for no reason, which lasted for a while, and then suddenly turned into a cry.

"Oh my God!" Hu Biaozhen lifted his wet sleeve robe and beat his thighs, "Why do you treat me like this, why do you treat the Chen family like this!!

The old servant didn't know why, but when he saw Hu Biaozhen in such pain, he had to kneel behind him and shout in a choked voice, "Master!"

"The Chen family has been loyal to Zheng Guo for the past generations, and we have no way out for the poor people, it is Lord Chen Yuwan who has pulled it out, and this is the day when I will really come out!" Hu Biaozhen looked up to the sky and howled, "But why did I try so hard to make the Chen family fall into such a field. Law, law! The law of my great Zheng Kingdom is going to be destroyed!!

"Master, you don't do that!" The old servant wept blankly, "Master!"

Hu Biaozhen cried until his true feelings throbbed, and suddenly he suddenly bowed down and vomited violently, and the yellow and white fishy stuff in his mouth was vomited in the rain with stomach acid. He braced his arms on the ground and looked at the filth on the ground, and saw his own face in the rippling rain.

His eyes widened wider and wider, and then he violently scraped through the sludge with his hands, rubbing it like crazy, and shouted madly: "Hu Biaozhen, you are not human! You are ungrateful, you have harmed the Chen family, you have lived up to Chen Yuwan's expectations, you are a sinner, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!!

"Sir!" The old servant crawled over on his knees, grabbed Hu Biaozhen's arm and howled, "Master, don't be like this, you are Ting Weiping, and the old men in the prison all look at you as the head of the horse, you can't belittle yourself like this!"

"I'm not!" Hu Biao looked back solemnly, his wrinkled neck was tense, and he shouted, "I am a sinner who killed a thousand knives, I deserve to die, you, get out!"

He shook his sleeves and pushed the old servant away, and immediately stood up with his strength and staggered towards the front of the street.

Seeing this, the old servant hurried to lead the horse, pulled the carriage and hurried to catch up, and he shouted behind Hu Biaozhen, "Master, master!"

Hu Biaozhen didn't hear anything, he walked in a daze, his white hair was scattered by the rain and hung down on his shoulders, he looked at the end of the street, looked at the mansion not far away that was in darkness, and muttered: "Lord Chen Yuwan, the student is here, and the student has come to ask you for sin." Wait for me, wait for me."

The old servant still followed honestly and called, Hu Biaozhen cried and laughed and shook his head, his robe was stained with mud, filth, and saliva, and he looked like a down-and-out beggar.

He walked like this through the sloping torrential rain, the wind howled, the thunder and lightning flashed, and he walked for a long time in a staggering manner, until his knees ached sharply, and the road came to an end.

Hu Biaozhen stood in front of the steps like a walking corpse, looking at the plaque above his head in a daze, and whispered in a sad voice, "My lord, the students are here."

Thundered.

Thunder and lightning flashed, illuminating the plaque.

Tingwei's Mansion.

The lantern in front of the Tingwei Mansion is still hanging white, which is mourning the dead Chen Pinggang.

There are several tributes on the spiritual table in the ancestral hall, a pot of oranges, a pot of dried steamed buns, and a pot of herring that has cooled down.

The candle flame flickered on and off, the surroundings were silent, and the old lady knelt alone on the futon, the rosary in her hand kept clasping, her eyes closed, and her snort was long and slow.

Knock, knock.

A dull knock on the door penetrated the noisy rain into the house, and the old lady opened her eyes slightly, and slowly said, "Someone is coming."

The servant who was waiting at the door immediately crossed the threshold, and he knelt down and whispered, "Old lady."

"Let's see." The old lady looked at the spiritual position on the spiritual table, "Knocking on the door in the middle of the night for a long time is always disturbing, don't let the people in the neighborhood and alleys listen

Make a fuss, chew the root of your tongue."

The servant nodded "yes", and then he raised his sleeves and covered his head, and ran towards the front porch in the rain.

In a few moments, the knock at the front door was gone, replaced by a sobbing cry from far and near the front porch.

The old lady listened, and her half-squinted eyes gradually opened. She summoned her maid's clothes to help her stand up, and then walked towards the door on crutches. But before she reached the door, a dejected figure suddenly broke into her sight, and this person stood straight in front of the door, and knelt down with a puff.

"Student Hu Pingzhen." Hu Biaozhen's hair was messy, and he bowed his head and bowed, "Meet the eldest lady."

"Master Hu, who are you?" The old lady looked up and down, and immediately looked around and said, "Come, go get a clean garment, hot water in the kettle, go at once!"

Hu Biaozhen raised his eyes and looked at the old lady when he heard this, his mouth trembled for a long time, he didn't say half a word, but gasped, and then lowered his head again.

"Sir!" The old servant ran in from the front porch in a panic, and when he saw Hu Biaozhen kneeling in the courtyard, he hung his sleeves and choked up and shouted, "Master, you, you, don't-"

"Shut up!" Hu Biaozhen turned his head and shouted solemnly, then turned his head to look at the row of spiritual seats in the ancestral hall, and said reverently, "This is the Chen ancestral hall, no loud noise."

The old lady looked at the old servant kneeling in the rain, then looked at Hu Biaozhen, and said softly, "Master Hu, what is this doing. People are made of meat, and they have to go to three or five watches in the rain and cold, so let him in quickly, and don't get out in the rain."

The old lady waved her chin, and the servant immediately helped the old servant to the eaves, and the old servant didn't care about the rain on his face, looked at the old lady with a sob, and said, "Old lady, hurry up and persuade the old man, since he left the Jin Wang's Mansion tonight, the old man has been in a state of mind, and he has walked all night like he has lost his mind, and he is soaked. The little ones look at it, and the little ones ......."