Hu Jinzhong didn't want Yang Qinglian to die, what Wei Xian wanted to do was to force Yang Qinglian to record a confession, as long as Yang Qinglian opened his mouth, he could uproot everyone in the Beishu Party at one time, so Hu Jinzhong panicked, the reason why he was selected by Wei Xian was because he was the commander of the Forbidden Feather Guard, and he could force Yang Qinglian to confess in the most inhumane way.

But in any case, Yang Qinglian can't die, at least not in his hands, because even if the Beishu Party is weak now, once it is known that Yang Qinglian died in a lynching, the last sanity of those two-dignified people will be extinguished, and even if the counterattack formed by it is not enough to destroy the eunuch party, it is enough to make them suffer heavy losses.

Hu Jinzhong came out of the Wei Mansion with his red and swollen cheeks, during which he was afraid that the old eunuch would ask for his head in anger, but the good news was that in addition to being slapped in fear and smashing the incense burner in the head, his life was worry-free for the time being.

Although he knows that his thoughts are in vain, but at least he has picked up a life, and it is not bad to continue to sit on the first seat of the Forbidden Feather Army, Yang Qinglian's rotten life is not a pity, and now Wei Xian still needs to rely on his own control of the military strength in the capital, and the glory and wealth will still be the same in the future, and he cannot go to the next level to ensure that the future is worry-free and unsatisfactory, and the rest of the mess will be handed over to the angry Wei Xian.

Wei Xian wanted to keep the secret of Yang Qinglian's tragic death, even if it dragged on for another ten days and a half months, as long as he cut through the mess quickly this time, even if the group of nerds of the Beishu Party resisted, the loss would never be as serious as waiting for them to know the news.

He wished that Hu Jinzhong would die immediately, but reason told him that at present, he must not touch the mold of the forbidden Yu Army, frame Yang Qinglian to confess, and then only need to play the confession to the emperor, and kill Yang Qinglian with the hand of the faint monarch, and by the way, except for the Beishu Party, he will definitely not hurt himself at all.

After all, the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, and the worst case is only to be included in two books, but he Wei Xian is not afraid of a bad reputation, except for the group of sons and grandsons who recognize him, which person in the court is looking down on him as a eunuch, not to mention that he is in charge of the seal, that is to write the heinous and unforgivable he can't pass on to the emperor, and now the best strategy has been lost, so he can only retreat.

But Wei Xian couldn't have imagined that the day after Yang Qinglian's death, the news would spread all over the capital.

At the Yangwu Gate, a group of people led by Zuo Douzhang knelt from the fifth watch to noon, and they had only one petition: to meet the emperor and impeach Wei Xian and other ministers for persecuting the cabinet minister Yang Qinglian. To this day, the book is useless, the court is useless, and there is only a glimmer of hope for victory when confronting the emperor in person.

But Wei Xian blocked all the news, no one knew that they were begging here, and some people tried to rush into the inner palace several times but were stopped by the Forbidden Feather Army.

"We are important ministers in the court, and it is righteous to meet the emperor, how dare you stop it!" Finally, someone couldn't contain the anger in his heart and began to denounce him.

"The forbidden army hinders people, and the rats dare to do it?"

The last spark is lit!

"Yang Gong died tragically, the traitorous ministers were in charge, there was no one in the court, and the people were not able to make a living, what is the use of this official robe!

Hu Jinzhong didn't expect such a tragic scene, the first time in his life he saw this group of scholars full of saints and Confucianism would be so rude, they rushed to pounce on the forbidden army, punched and kicked and even began to bite like beasts, there was blood on the ground, they still had unchewed human flesh on their mouths, those thin-looking hand-held clothes and boots, or hammers or strangulations, dead and dead, and even more miscellaneous jade, trying their best to penetrate the parts of the forbidden army that were not covered by armor.

The Forbidden Feather Army couldn't figure out how this group of weak people could attack like the southern barbarians in an instant, they were so frightened that they drew their swords in the future, in fact, they were just pretentious at first, even if the group of people in the Beishu Party were not favored by the Holy Family, but in the final analysis, they were also ministers of the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, and they just wanted to use their weapons to scare them into this farce as soon as possible, how could they have expected that it would turn into a tragedy.

Hu Jinzhong hid behind the wooden pillar, how dare he step forward to give orders, maybe he will be pulled in and torn by hand, this group of Wenchen is crazy, irrational, crazy regardless of the consequences, the worries of the past are afraid, the past is compromised, and the former oppression and cruelty broke out without reservation at this moment. Yang Qinglian is dead, even he is dead, who else has the ability to turn the tide, and how many people can be left alone, and they can only break jade, then it is not for the tile!

When the matter reached Wei Xian, the invincible Father-in-law Wei was finally afraid, he had thought about the worst plan but how could he not have imagined that this group of people would actually use force, and Father-in-law Wei felt that he was so close to the palace of the king of Hades for the first time. Hundreds of officials boycotted the dynasty and punched Yangwumen, even if the emperor was deaf, he would know about it sooner or later, and once he had the heart to find out the committee, he would be ruined by casually inviting a person concerned to meet him.

He knows best what he has done over the years, but it is the crime of the Zhu clan casually, he is unwilling, ten years, will he be ruined after ten years of hard work?

"I'm nine thousand years old! Nine thousand years old! I haven't had enough of this glory and wealth, and I must not let them conceive my good deeds!" Wei Xian clenched the armrests with his palms, and suddenly he seemed to have found a way to win, and laughed in the hall.

After the Yangwu Gate, Hu Jinzhong retreated or did not advance, for fear that he would be seen by the group of madmen if he moved a little, and when he was still racking his brains to think about how to escape, a group of emperor's personal soldiers poured out behind him, and the leader drew his sword and shouted at some distance from the crowd: "Take down this group of rebellious ministers!"

Zuo Douzhang actually didn't expect it, everything that happened today was contrary to his usual style, naturally he didn't expect to cause such a big riot, but he had to be angry, and the anger in his heart when the group of forbidden feather soldiers who were fighting was almost gone, but it was also at this time that someone actually intervened and arrested them one by one, in fact, everyone present was the same, the power generated by anger had already been almost grinded, and the last bit of courage was also wiped out when someone suddenly shouted like this.

Finally, someone held back his strength and shouted: "I'm waiting for the important ministers of the court, why don't you say you will take it?" and there was no sound after a loud slap.

As soon as he did it, he inadvertently set off a storm, and he was imprisoned in a trance like this.

Zuo Douzhang looked at the candle flame outside the cell, there was no wind blowing but it was constantly swaying, he looked at it in a daze, and finally sat on the ground with a leisurely sigh, the moment he landed on the ground, he felt the pain in his buttocks as if he had been put on something, and hurriedly got up and picked up the hay on the ground, and actually turned out a piece of jade cicada.

The cicada in his hand was stained with blood as if it was poured on, and the more Zuo Douzhang looked at it, the more familiar he felt, and he suddenly found in his mind that there was once such a late summer and early autumn, and a person happened to hear the cicada singing, and suddenly became excited, as if he had a feeling in his heart: "Drinking the dew of the table, the sound of dredging tong." Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind. ”

"Yang Qinglian, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed......"

The jade cicada is the jade that Yang Qinglian gave him a long time ago.

Bai Luofeng never left the capital, and that night he planted qi in Yang Qinglian, so that he could sense the general situation of the death row prisoner at any time, even if he knew that he couldn't save him, he still did more than that.

Wei Xian would not let go of the dead Yang Qinglian, even if the dead body in the prison turned into ashes, the eunuch would be dragged out and beheaded to show the public as an example.

The nerd has been a sage and a sage all his life, and the only thing he values in his life is his reputation, Bai Luofeng doesn't want him to be humiliated after his death and go restlessly.

When the qi on Yang Qinglian's body disappeared, Bai Luofeng immediately set off to sneak into the heavenly prison to cut off the iron window, stabbing half of the wall out of the hole, and his momentum was so great that it alarmed the guards of the heavenly prison, but he could only watch him disappear at the top of the city wall and take away the corpse.

After that, Bai Luofeng also allowed two silver tricks to bring in some manpower, and spread the news of the death of Yang Qinglian, the current chief assistant of the current government, in every corner of the streets and alleys of Kyoto.

The jailers couldn't catch the fugitives who robbed the prison, and returned to the cell where Yang Qinglian was held to find some clues, but the moment they stepped into the prison door, they were stunned to find that the broken granite had been carved with a sharp weapon with four large characters:

"Wei thief will be punished!"

On the top of the perennial snow-covered Forgotten Cloud River, there is a wooden tablet standing in front of the Drunken Snow Pavilion, on which it is chiseled: "The tomb of Yang Qinglian"

Bai Luofeng sat in front of the wooden tablet with a glass of wine jug, after the world's coveted Baihua Brew was all sprinkled into the soil, he held up another wine jug beside him with his right hand, supported his backward body with his left hand, bent his legs very casually, looked up to the sky and talked to himself, as if talking to people like usual:

"You said that going through the world is nothing more than a final life and death parting, I used to think that you read some books and talked about reasonable, I believe you. But now, I don't believe that being a human being really means that we should not be affectionate to others? In the future, yin and yang will not be more painful than breaking off the tendons and veins. ”

Fine snow drifted on the top of the mountain with a clear sky, and the snowflakes fell on the graves of the deceased, and the white phoenix mouth faced the sky with the mouth of the pot, and I don't know whether it was the ice crystals that had melted away or the hot tears that came out of the eyes flowed horizontally on the face.

"Idiot, do you see if the place I chose for you is much cleaner than the capital? Look at the flying snow in June, why did God only open his eyes now!" The drunken man stood up with his chest open, let the breeze go wildly, and the flying snow hit his body, and he chanted Yang Qinglian's high argument that he had given him for helping to calm the chaos: "The wind and snow and the moon are peach blossoms, and the body is heavy in Penglai and forgets the sky." Into the dust of the shadow over the dragon rock, the five lakes crisscross the immortals. ”

The sound of poetry dispersed, Bai Luofeng staggered against the grave and smiled: "How can I be as godly as you say? Do you remember asking me why I love to drink? In fact, I don't know, maybe people are drunk and forgetful, and they may forget things and get drunk." But now I'm the only one against the moon, silly official. ”

Nalan walked up to the Drunken Snow Pavilion with a broken wind, saw the crazy Bai Luofeng from a distance, stepped forward and grabbed the jade pot between his fingers, and poured it himself, and said heartily on the grave: "You are willing to endure the suffering of the world's lust, and you are happy." Come, you have invited us to drink so much wine, haven't you tasted the hundred flowers brewed in this Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, I will let you drink a pot today, don't get drunk!"

The two stood in front of the tomb and sang and drank, as if they had returned to the tide pavilion many years ago, and the three of them talked and laughed happily at the autumn river flower moon. Ten years of cold window tears finally returned, not a drunk. ”

Time flies, what can be taken away is arrogance, and what cannot be taken away is full of pride.

(PS: Some readers asked where to find the poems in this book, and here it is stated that except for two poems, which are borrowed, the others are original, and the shortcomings are forgiven.) ）