Wishful Things

"No, I'm not crazy... I'm stupid!" Ji Xiu's eyes were red as if bleeding: "It's only fools who will be deceived and used by you!"

Even knowing the truth, relying on King Yan's announcement!

Otherwise, he is afraid that when he dies, he will not know who killed his son, and how wrong he has been all these years!

"Similarly, only a fool would take revenge in such a stupid way!" Ji Xiu gritted his teeth, and squeezed out each word in a cold voice: "You must know that there is no chance that a fool like me can kill a smart person like you with my own hands. How many, after today, I'm afraid there will be another accident! You also said that the current situation is changing rapidly, I can't afford it... and I can't think of a better method! Although the method is stupid, it can kill you!"

"In terms of scheming and viciousness, I have never been your opponent, but I don't care what tricks you have yet to use, today... all of them will be taken to hell for me!"

He doesn't want to pay any attention to any calculations, now he only wants Xia Tingzhen to die!

Only by killing Xia Tingzhen with his own hands, can he do the next thing with peace of mind!

And if Xia Tingzhen dies, there will be less resistance in the future for Duke Yu Zhen and King Yan——

When he helps Duke Zhen, he is helping himself, Wan'er!

As she struggled, the iron chains on Xia Tingzhen's hands and feet made loud noises.

But the disparity in physical strength between the two sides lies here——

Ji Xiu is a martial arts practitioner, no matter how bad he is, he still has strength to spare.

And Xia Tingzhen, no matter how calm and rational he is on the surface, it is impossible to be half undisturbed by the situation he is in. In prison, the future is uncertain. In addition, Yao Nvzhi fell ill for a period of time after the incident. In two days, he violated the old disease again.

Beneath his tense back was a thin figure.

The movements of those struggling hands became smaller and smaller, and finally hung down.

After the pupils contracted, they began to slowly diverge, and he could no longer hear Ji Xiu's voice, only the uninterrupted humming in his ears.

Ji Xiu's ferocious face also disappeared in front of him. Instead, many scenes that he didn't want to recall appeared uncontrollably.

I was born in a poor family when I was young, and there were often bandits and officers and soldiers from who knows where in the dilapidated small village to rob...

His father was killed by the rebels, and his mother was sick and had no money to buy medicine. He had heard his father say that he had to study more to have a future, but in the current troubled times, where is his future?

Until one day, another group of people with knives came to rob food. He grabbed a hoe and wanted to fight those people desperately. Just when he thought he might die like this, a group of people in armor and riding on big brown-red horses Soldiers appeared and rescued him and the people in the village.

The leader is a young general, wearing armor, with a big knife hanging around his waist, majestic and majestic, like the god in the painting.

The general was about the same age as him, and there was a big Xu character embroidered on the military flag.

Then he suddenly knew where the way out was.

join the army.

And you need to choose a master.

After the general rescued the people in their village, he took away a few young people who were willing to follow. People under the general also asked him, but he refused on the grounds of taking care of his sick mother.

Only he himself knows that he is out of that indescribable self-esteem——

Some things are weird, but at that time he really couldn't follow a so-called benefactor who had seen himself in the most embarrassing appearance with such a humble attitude.

Later he chose Xie Shi.

He entered the barracks not to fight, but to be a counselor.

But that General Xie never reused him. On the surface, he does not fight or grab, and is content with the status quo, but in fact, there is not a single day that is not anxious and tormented.

He observed everyone secretly, paying attention to everything about them.

In the end he chose Xie's eldest son.

As it turned out, he was right.

That's right, he clearly chose the right one, and got what he wanted the most, but why did it all disappear so easily in the end?

He thinks he holds it tight!

He unconsciously clenched his fingers, but he seemed to be back in that small village again.

Dirty, chaotic, full of musty and rotten smell...

Being in it, it seems that there is no hope at all.

He saw Xue Shi.

The young Mrs. Xue was sitting by the window, mending a long coat for him.

The doll on the bed burst into tears, and she hurriedly put down her needle and thread to pick it up.

That was his eldest son.

Xue carried the child out of the house, and the peach tree outside was full of peach blossoms, bright and bright.

Were there peach trees outside the house then?

He couldn't remember.

The child giggled while grabbing a paint-discolored rattle, and he came back from the outside with a fish in his hand.

In those moldy years, is there still a glimmer of light?

He never seemed to notice.

Then everything gradually improved.

With Han'er.

Have a night.

When Xi'er was born, he almost stopped paying attention. He had too many things to plan, and too many people to guard against. The emperor, colleagues, political enemies... His eyes were all divided by these things. .

He saw the situation when Han'er was tortured...

But he obviously never went to see it!

He saw the scene of Xi'er's neck being broken by Bai Ling, but he had clearly never seen it with his own eyes...

Mrs. Xue fell under the stone steps, scarlet blood flowed all over the ground, slowly, he could only see that spot of blood in front of his eyes, nothing else, the boundless blood became thicker and darker , No matter how dark it is, everything will turn into darkness in the end.

Ji Xiu finally let go of his hand.

That body was slung across the edge of the bed like a kite with a broken string.

The eyes that were slightly protruding due to the force were wide open, at this moment a drop of muddy tear slipped from the corner of the eye.

Seeing those tears, Ji Xiu only felt ironic.

Is it remorse?

No, it is impossible for this kind of person to regret, even if they die, they will only be unwilling!

Unwilling to die in the hands of a fool like him!

Ji Xiu suddenly laughed twice, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. He finally avenged the two children with his own hands today!

As for the other person who is also damned...

He will try his best to live until that day and see with his own eyes how the other party died!

"grown ups."

Two henchmen walked in.

Half a quarter of an hour later, several people walked out of the cell.

"Master Ji."

The jailer greeted him.

The entourage beside Ji Xiu handed him a silver coin.

"This..." The jailer's eyes lit up slightly but he didn't dare to answer it for a while.

He didn't do anything, just lead the way...

At this time, the attendant said: "Today, my lord is busy hunting down the assassin, so he has never been here before."

The jailer was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously nodded; "Yes, I understand!"

Only then did he feel relieved to take the silver ingot, although he didn't know what he understood.

After sending Ji Shangshu out respectfully, the jailer hesitated for a moment, turned back to the prison, and walked quickly to the innermost cell.

Seeing this, he turned pale with shock.

The old man with his upper body naked hangs in mid-air with his neck hanging.

The prison uniform was torn apart and wrapped around the beam, and the stool was kicked and turned under him.

Wu Zuo conducted an autopsy and concluded that the prisoner died by hanging himself.

The body was carried out quickly.

Wu Zuo cleaned his hands and left here.

"Master, did he really hang himself..." the young man who had just arrived quietly asked behind Wu Zuo.

Wu Zuo glanced at his apprentice: "Otherwise?"

People are dead, how did they die? Isn't it based on the words of the living people?

If you die, you will lose completely. Those who lose are not qualified to influence the truth.

He has a small job, and it doesn't make sense to stand up for a dead man.

Before he came for the autopsy, he also took a piece of silver.

But is this just a coin at stake?

If you accept it, it is a piece of silver, but if you don't accept it, you will die.

Once Xia Tingzhen died, how many people in the court could challenge Ji Shangshu? Even if there is, who will come to this muddy water at this time?

So what about Mr. Shoufu, who is more than ten thousand people, he died the same way, and he died for no reason in such a dark place.

So, the word power can make people reach the sky in one step, and it can also swallow people up in one bite.

A little guy like him can't control so much.

The little apprentice was also sensible, obediently did not say any more, followed behind Wu Zuo and asked: "Master, then what are we going to do now?"

"It's getting dark, so I'm going to drink."

If the money earned by the dead is not taken out and drunk, is it okay to keep it overnight?

...

At the same moment, Princess Yufeng pulled Princess Jingrong, whose eyes were swollen into walnuts, out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The emperor took the medicine, and his symptoms improved a little, so the mother and daughter naturally had no reason to stay any longer.

After all, if he stayed any longer, letting Xie Dingning keep crying and begging to find his wife so blankly, he might drive the emperor to death.

As for the so-called business, whether the emperor discussed with the ministers or turned around in a hurry, it was not something they should worry about.

Leaving the range of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Princess Yufeng looked at the dark sky and estimated the time in his heart.

At this hour, no news was sent back to the palace, so Zhaozhao should be safe, right?

This girl must reach Xu's barracks safely...

It is not in vain that she has sincerely prayed for it recently, not only is she a vegetarian, but even the noodle bosses in the mansion have been ignored by her, because of this reason, these careless people have been having a temper tantrum these days There are, there are also those who are trying their best to want to be loved again. Last night, there was one who was holding a piano outside her courtyard.

It's really a headache.

But there is no other way, fasting and abstaining from sex must be required, only then can it be regarded as being sincere.

Who told her that the two most important people in this world to her were one she was holding and the other was Xu Zhaozhao.

And she still points at Xu Zhaozhao for the rest of her life!

I have to say that having a good sister who is capable of rebelling is really a reassuring thing.

Princess Yufeng sighed in her heart, and because of being addicted to being a mother, she inexplicably felt a sense of relief that "the child's future can be followed" and "this child is really worth raising".

Accompanied by the palace servants, the mother and daughter walked all the way, but on the way they met the Ming Yushi who was walking in a hurry.

"Your Highness!"

Ming Yushi raised his hand to salute, his eyes fell on Princess Jingrong's slightly embarrassed face, and he hurriedly asked, "Is your Highness injured?"

Princess Jingrong shook her head expressionlessly.

"Are you scared?" Ming Yushi asked, then looked at Princess Yufeng.

Princess Yufeng raised her eyebrows.

The lord Yushi who co-authored knew that she was there too, seeing those eyes, he wished he could grow on her family, Xie Dingning!

What kind of heart does this old man have?

Princess Yufeng was suspicious, and said coldly: "I won't bother to ask about the affairs of our eldest princess's house. Or, whether you are injured or not, whether you are scared or not, there is also a certain point in it." What is the explanation? If there is something wrong, can Master Yushi go back and write the notes overnight?"

Ming Yushi choked when he heard it.

This is a satire on the fact that he used to stare at the impeachment of the princess palace all day long.

But he didn't want to see her spend her days in a trance, so as not to allow someone to take advantage of her to her disadvantage...

But if he said these words, he felt that he was too self-righteous.

He has also reflected on it.

"It's true that I was narrow-minded and troubled about the previous things. Recently, I was looking for an opportunity to make amends to His Highness and the Princess in person." Ming Yushi Chang gave a salute.

"?" Princess Yufeng's eyes widened slightly.

The sun is actually coming out from the west?

"Since your Highness and the Princess are fine, let's go back to the residence as soon as possible. The weather is likely to rain. We have encountered such a dangerous situation today. Don't catch a cold again, so as not to attract wind and evil into the body."

"??" Princess Yufeng was completely stunned.

What on earth is this trying to do?

After the censor of the Ming Dynasty confessed this sentence, he was going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Even though he is not in the Taimiao today, as the censor of Zuodu, he can't pretend not to know that such a big thing happened.

"Hey! The surname is Ming!"

Ming Yushi walked seven or eight steps, and suddenly heard the voice of Princess Jingrong who had been silent just now from behind.

"Hey!" Ming Yushi hurriedly turned around in response, his tone was gentle as if he was treating a child: "What's wrong?"

"Madam was taken away by bad guys, my elder brother is having a headache because of this, don't bother him!" Princess Jingrong said in a warning tone.

Ming Yushi was taken aback, nodded, but smiled: "Okay, I remember."

Princess Yufeng's face became more and more strange.

She took the eldest princess's hand again, and led the people away quickly.

As soon as he got into the carriage, he immediately asked suspiciously: "...Xie Dingning, do you remember who that person was just now?"

"Of course I remember, Ming Xiaozhi, even the second brother said he was the most verbose."

"Oh, I forgot, you are still childhood sweethearts..." Princess Yufeng thought for a while, and then said: "However, you can still recognize him when he is bald like this, which is good enough. Or, he He was bald since he was a child?"

——Just like the bird of love between Zhao Zhao and Wu Haojiao?

Princess Jingrong gave her a strange look, ignored her, took the tea from Shi Shi and held it to her lips and drank it.

"And I see that he seems to be a different person now, and he has nothing to do..." Princess Yufeng looked at his mother thoughtfully, vaguely as if he had noticed some shocking secret, and then suddenly He said: "He... he doesn't want to be the prince's son-in-law, does he?!"

Princess Jingrong's eyes widened when she heard this, and she sprayed out a sip of tea.

As he coughed, his face turned red.

Good night everyone.