Kang Jia actually didn't want to execute Yang Qinglian, after all, he had helped him block a lot of sour words for so many years, at first he privately told Hu Jinzhong not to lynch Yang Qinglian, and at the same time allow anyone to visit the prison, otherwise with Li Yuzhang's fledgling identity, even if he borrowed ten guts from the jailer, he would not dare to make Wei Xian's enemies feel better.

What Zhu Yezhao never imagined was his kindness, but Hu Jinzhong smelled a sense of crisis, he clearly realized that the emperor was just in a hurry, and he simply wanted to find someone to teach him a lesson, and within two days the anger would subside, Yang Qinglian would definitely be able to get out of prison unscathed, and at that time what awaited them would be an unreserved attack.

Although Kang Jia is lazy on weekdays, it does not mean that he is ignorant of personnel, he knows that any official in the court is more or less greedy, not to mention confiscating 10,000 taels of silver to aid the north, if he gives an order to thoroughly investigate the hundred officials, I am afraid that the money found out will not hurt to repair the city.

But people in the world are nothing more than chasing power and wealth, as long as things are not negligent, the state affairs can be maintained normally, and everyone knows and does not say anything about each other, in this regard, Kang Jia is smart and witty, and this is the only one.

Wei Xian's fear of Yang Qinglian was not because of his official position, but because of the city government. Imagine that a person can lurk around him with hatred for a few years, and even gain incomparable trust, and his forbearance is incomparable to ordinary people.

In order to prevent Yang Qinglian from having the possibility of survival, the Duke of Wei had an idea, and sent someone to copy a secret letter according to Yang Qinglian's handwriting overnight, and by the way, gritted his teeth and took out another 5,000 taels of silver and handed it to Hu Jinzhong, ordering him to make another fold, and at the same time attach a forged letter.

Wei Xian believed that the moment the emperor read the letter, Yang Qinglian's death was doomed.

As expected, Kang Jia examined the notebook presented by Hu Jinzhong, which claimed that he had inadvertently dug up the extra five thousand silver ingots from Yang Qinglian's study, and the emperor's unquelled resentment rose again and again, and when he spread out the letter, the killing intent reached an unprecedented swell.

In fact, the letter did not write any rebellion plan, but simply expressed condolences to Liu Jizong on whether he was well after retreating to the closed door.

But this kind of ordinary inquiry conveys a message to Zhu Yezhao at all times: the collusion between the ministers and the generals must be two-minded!

Wei Xian was smug about his clever plan, and the situation went exactly according to the predetermined trajectory.

Why is the letter written like this? It mainly stems from Lord Wei's understanding of Kang Jia: Zhu Yezhao's conceit of imperial power made him not allow him to believe that there were people under his nose who could discuss at length how to rebel.

So on the contrary, it was the prosaic conversation that was more likely to arouse his suspicions - why not say such ordinary words clearly, if you have to hide them, what else can you do except ghosts?

Xiang came from Kang Jia, who thought that he was playing with the civil and military officials, and he racked his brains and couldn't imagine that he lost at the hands of a lowly eunuch.

The emperor's suspicion instigated him to resolutely send down the holy decree, and sentenced Yang Qinglian to be beheaded for ten days for the crime of perverting the law for bribes and bullying the king!

Kyoto's most extravagant star-picking building carved eaves reflect the sun, painting buildings flying clouds, blue and dry low windows, green curtains hanging high, blowing sheng and flute, all of them are sons and grandsons. Holding the pot, stopping the cup and throwing the chopstick, there are singers and dancers, and they are drunk.

Wei Qiansui invited countless children and grandchildren to celebrate the glory of the victory, and no one dared to disobey from now on, and his blurred vision could only see all kinds of thin swallow fat rings in front of the table, he was really drunk, and he was lost in the red wine and green lights of the Star Picking Tower.

However, he did not realize that a small mistake was completely ignored by the inadvertent...

In the quiet Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the sobering white Luofeng stands on the edge of the cliff in front of the drunken snow pavilion with wind and snow, a glance at the white and empty world, and all the mountains are bowed down.

Nalan Zhifeng under the pavilion quietly escaped from his drunken dream, and he walked lightly behind Bai Luofeng, patting his palm on his back to show relief and mourning.

"It's spotless, how worthy of him. Bai Luofeng looked up at the flying snow in the sky, and sighed with a respectful smile: "That night, he begged me to go back to his residence to get something, do you know what it is?"

The blind sword was silent, waiting for Bai Luofeng's hand to pull out his robe with the hand that reached into his arms.

A heavy booklet was held in Bai Luofeng's hand, and his tone suddenly became fierce: "This is the account book of Yanqin Mansion from that year to the present, and the output that local miners should pay for mining every year is here." He has started since the rectification of Yanqin, and he has planned a six-year-long Qingjun side!"

"That official has never been stupid. Nalan recalled the past when Yang Qinglian was the county commander, and suddenly understood what he had done, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Blind man, I want to help him fulfill his last wish. Bai Luofeng turned his head to look at the snow-covered grave, and clutched the entrusted account book in his hand: "I believe that with his foresight, even if he dies, he will leave the hope of eradicating Wei Xian for the future." ”

"The people of the rivers and lakes never interfere in the affairs of the temple, the Wei thieves do a lot of evil, and there must be countless good hands around them to protect themselves, I am afraid that the strength of one person alone will not be able to shake the foundation, and what is the use of killing him? How can you get rid of the eunuchs all over the Manchu Dynasty?"

"So I'm going to get them all back, it's time for the Four Seas to get back together. Bai Luofeng's gaze looked at the sky again, and he suddenly glowed with pride from top to bottom.

"Since you have made up your mind, I won't do too much obstruction, but the world is so big, they are divided into four directions, and you are afraid that it will be very hard. ”

"What, don't you go with me this time?" Bai Luofeng heard the strangeness in Nalan's words, turned his head and asked jokingly.

"Luofeng, I... I may not be able to walk with you..."Blind Sword's face was ashamed, he could feel the incomprehension on Bai Luofeng's face at this moment, "In order to save the void, I promised my junior sister to take over the position of the valley lord of Wanhua Valley, and now I can't easily go out of the valley to search around..."

"Hey~ You've finally opened your mind, it's better to spend more time with her than to find some heavenly spirit treasure to repair Ji Zilian's injury. ”

Bai Luofeng seemed to let go of a matter of concern, waved his hand to stop the momentum of Nalan's almost defense, and after being relieved, he suddenly changed his face, and called the name of the blind sword with a rare seriousness: "But Folding the wind, one day in the future, when the time comes, you can get rid of Wei Xian's dog thief, are you willing to go out of the valley to help?"

"If that day comes, as long as you send a message to me, Luoxue will definitely go to a thousand mountains for this sword!"

"Okay! Then you wait for me here!"

The two of them stood opposite each other between heaven and earth and laughed, the arrogance and sharpness of the sword at the end of the world had long disappeared without a trace, at the age of twenty-four or five, they had witnessed countless partings, and they had matured in silence, only the chivalrous chivalry to their best friends seemed to have never changed...

(ps: I came back in a hurry to catch up with the manuscript, I haven't accompanied my mother out for a long time, and the holiday is ending again, I can accompany you for a point, I hope you understand.) ）