Wei and Jin cooks

When he saw the poisoned wine sent by Liu Cong, Zhao Zhongyu only felt sad and angry for a moment.

After being captured, he prepared himself for death.

In fact, several times in the dead of night, he wanted to kill himself; several times when he saw Liu Cong humiliating the emperor, he wanted to rush forward and assassinate Liu Cong in order to die...

At this time, his brother's gloomy face and disdainful eyes appeared in his mind. The eyes seemed to say that he was weak, incompetent, and impulsive like a child. It was better for a person to die worthless than to live in an ignoble way.

Zhao Zhongyu could only resist the urge to die. The emperor was weak in temperament. Even though he was forced by Liu Cong to wear the common clothes of a slave and hold a wine flask to pour wine for the Huns dignitaries, he had no intention of resisting. And he was a captured official of the imperial court. If he, the one with the highest official position, died, the emperor and the remaining ministers would have no chance of survival.

The most important thing is that the humiliation they suffered will fall exponentially on the Jin ministers, soldiers and Jin people behind them.

He had to save some dignity for them, hoping to encourage the morale of the ministers and soldiers behind him.

He couldn't help Jin and Zhao Hanzhang much, so he could only linger on to prevent the Han people and soldiers from being trampled too hard.

Therefore, he was happy after seeing the poisoned wine sent by the Huns to him and the emperor.

He knew the opportunity had come.

As long as the emperor does not die, the court will be somewhat controlled by the Xiongnu, even if they establish a new prince or even a new emperor.

Morale will still be affected.

Now the opportunity has come.

As long as the emperor dies, and dies heroically and with dignity, the soldiers and people of Jin will rise up to resist even if they want to avenge the emperor.

So Zhao Zhongyu is willing to add another feather to this foundation with his death.

Therefore, Zhao Zhongyu fed the emperor the poison with his own hands, and then poured the rest of the poisoned wine on himself.

He endured the cramping pain in his abdomen, and finally his heart was cramping, but for a short time, it seemed that only for a moment, the physical pain disappeared.

When Zhao Zhongyu opened his eyes again, he was in a very strange state. He was a little confused for a while, and for a time he thought that the fierce resistance and poisonous wine just now were all a dream.

But... everything in front of me is even stranger.

It seemed to be chaos. After he opened his eyes, everything around him slowly became clear, and he realized that he seemed to be in a deserted and empty place.

Just as the thought flashed across his mind, a figure flashed up. After a while, everywhere he looked was filled with people, and there were people standing around him.

It's just that they were covered in blood, and he also saw several familiar people. Their faces were confused, and their eyes swept over him blankly, as if they didn't see him standing in front of him.

Zhao Zhongyu was silent.

His silence was deafening.

He has realized that he is dead, and all the people he saw are dead. They are no longer human beings, but ghosts!

He instantly lost the desire to explore and talk. There seemed to be something guiding him ahead. Although it was his first time here, he knew the direction he was going.

All the ghosts went in the same direction, and soon the people behind him woke up and knew that they were dead.

Then there was a burst of ghosts crying and wolf howling, and there were curses. People were dead, and they were still cursing Liu Cong, the Huns, Wang Yan, the various kings of the Sima family, and even Emperor Wu.

I don’t know what the geography of the underworld is like. He rarely saw so many people when he was alive. At this time, in the underworld, everywhere he could see were ghosts. The ghosts were squeezing each other. The further he went, the more ghosts there were. There were several ghosts. When I squeezed past him, I stepped on his foot.

Zhao Zhongyu looked down at his feet. He was also a ghost. It didn't hurt to be stepped on by a ghost, but it was still unacceptable to him.

So the face is ugly.

The young ghost who stepped past him saw his dark face and looked at the brocade robe hanging on his body. He immediately became unhappy and pouted at him and said: "Hey, the official thought he was in the earthly world. Let me tell you, This is the underworld, and everyone who dies is the same, whether you are a nobleman or a beggar."

He waved his fist and said, "Look at me again and I'll beat you up!"

After saying that, he waved his fist in front of Zhao Zhongyu's face, and when he was about to touch his face, Zhao Zhongyu's body flashed with golden light, and the person holding the fist clenched his hands and started wailing.

The numb ghosts around were frightened, and their faces became expressions, and they all jumped three feet high, away from the ghost. Maybe a group of ghosts were not used to the lightness of their souls, so they jumped too high and collided with each other in mid-air.

Everyone saw a burst of green smoke coming out of the back of the ghost's hand, and then his whole body became a little blurry.

Zhao Zhongyu also stared with wide eyes.

After a while, a ghost messenger came over to take the person into custody. After a quick glance, he knew what was going on. The ghost messenger looked at Zhao Zhongyu emphatically and his face softened slightly, "This man is worshiped by the people and has great prestige and great merits. How dare you?" If you take action against him, wouldn't you be courting death?"

"Your soul is weak, so go take a dip in the ghost pool first and wait until your soul recovers before reincarnating. Otherwise, if you reincarnate like this, you will die again soon. The more you reincarnate, the weaker your soul will become. In the end, you can only reborn as an animal. "

Not only the ghost, but also Zhao Zhongyu was surprised by these remarks and asked quickly: "Your Majesty, aren't reincarnations in the six realms divided according to the good and evil in life? If people with great prestige have privileges, then..."

Then those princes of the Sima family, Wang Yan and his ilk, can't they also walk sideways in the underworld?

They cause harm to the world, but they are not punished in the underworld?

Gui Cha showed disdain, but because of Zhao Zhongyu's merits, he still replied in a gentle voice: "The good and evil in the underworld are different from those in your world, and the measurement of reputation is naturally different from yours."

"Wang Yan, for example, isn't he more famous than you in the human world? But he has no one to worship him, and he doesn't have your merits."

At this time, the fellow ghosts who were behind Zhao Zhongyu also came here. When they saw Zhao Zhongyu, they pulled him and burst into tears.

Even though they are all ghosts, tears still fall in strings. I don’t know why ghosts shed tears.

"Shang Shu, wow, you died so miserably~"

Zhao Zhongyu saw that there was a big hole in his chest. Even though he had become a ghost, the hole had not been repaired. He couldn't help but sighed: "Mr. Yan, you are worse than me~"

He died by drinking poisoned wine, and died in less than a quarter of an hour of pain. It looked like he died more honorably than any of them.

Yan Langzhong didn't think so. He still held Zhao Zhongyu's sleeve tightly and cried loudly: "As soon as the minister died, our hearts also died. The ministers of Jin had no way to survive, so I came to follow your majesty and minister." "

When Mr. Yan said this, he raised his face full of tears, looked around and asked, "Where is your Majesty?"

Zhao Zhongyu: "Your Majesty is the emperor, so he must have another place to go."

Gui Cha snorted coldly and said: "He just left a little earlier than you. As long as we are in this underworld, we will meet sooner or later."

After that, he led them forward. On the way, some ghosts wanted to jump in line, but they were whipped away by the ghosts.

Soon, everyone will know the difference between those who have merit and those who have no merit.