Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

The content this time was a little different. The general meaning was that he discovered that there were spies from Nanliang in his own country, so he sent people to investigate.

Unexpectedly, the man escaped to the territory of the Eastern Wei Dynasty. This was just a misunderstanding.

The Eastern and Western Wei Dynasties came from the same origin, and were all born in the Northern Wei Dynasty. They should support each other and never go to war over a small misunderstanding.

After Yu finished writing the article, he spent a large amount of pen and ink condemning Nanliang's shameless behavior.

In the writing, the words are sincere and the evidence is conclusive.

After writing it, Yu Wenzhang immediately sent someone to send the bamboo slip to the Eastern Wei Dynasty.

After everything was done, Yu Wenzhang dragged his tired and injured body and slowly walked to the dormitory...

The next day, before Yu Wenzhang had even taken a bath, he heard the news that Dugu Xin had committed suicide.

Yu Wenzhang smiled and waved his hand to let the messenger go down. Then, after bathing and changing clothes, he took Zhang Liu and rushed to the imperial prison.

After the torture last night, Zhao Gui looked a little haggard. He was huddled in the corner with blood all over his body.

Yu Wenwen greeted him with a smile. Seeing Yu Wenwen walking slowly, Zhao Gui pounced on him as if he saw an enemy.

However, his limbs were all chained, and he was dragged back just one foot away from Yu Wenwen.

Even so, Zhao Gui still glared at him angrily and kept talking obscene words. He wanted to use the most vicious words to curse Yu Wenzhang to a bad death.

Yu Wenwen raised a smile, looked at Zhao Gui and said, "Want to kill me? You don't have that chance."

Yu Wenwen sat on the grand master's chair brought to him by the guards, and looked at Zhao Gui in front of him with a contented expression: "You should understand the purpose of my coming here.

If you can say something that satisfies me, I can consider giving you a treat..."

Zhao Gui saw his enemy right in front of him, but he was powerless. He couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. He felt so hateful that he spat at Yu Wenwen.

"Even if I die, I won't tell you anything!"

Yu Wenwen reached out and wiped off the saliva he spat on his face. He glanced at his fingers first, then raised his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Okay, let me see how long you can keep your words?" Yu Wenwen smiled, but his smile did not reach his eyes.

Yu Wenwen said: "Come here!"

Immediately, someone came to Yu Wenwen and asked respectfully: "Sir, what are your orders?"

Yu Wenwen asked: "How many people are there in the Zhao Mansion?"

The guard replied respectfully: "There are 138 masters and servants in the Zhao Mansion, all of whom are imprisoned in the imperial prison, waiting for your death."

Yu Wenwen said: "Okay, find a spacious place, let them line up in a row and behead their heads one by one, so that our Lord Zhao can take a good look."

Zhao Gui's eyes were about to burst and he said: "Thief! You will not die well! You will definitely go to hell after you die!"

Yu Wenzhang chuckled lightly and said, "I don't need to worry about it, Mr. Zhao. As long as Mr. Zhao says what I want to hear, I will tell them to stop immediately."

Zhao Gui gritted his teeth and said, "You are dreaming!"

Yu Wenwen stopped talking to him and sat quietly on the Taishi chair, drinking tea and looking at Zhao Gui's appearance.

The people of the Zhao Mansion were pressed one by one to come in front of Zhao Gui, and Yu Wenwen only gave each of them ten breaths of time.

As soon as the time came, Zhao Gui still didn't speak. Immediately cut off the man's head.

Let’s start with the servants. Zhao Gui is still stubborn and refuses to reveal anything.

Yu Wenwen looked happy and contented, but it all depended on who could lose his composure first.

With a pop, blood splashed two feet high, and a head rolled down with a grunt.

The headless corpse was immediately dragged out to make way for the next person to take over.

The man was frightened, crying for his life, with tears and snot falling one after another.

When the ten breath time was up, Zhao Gui still didn't speak.

Immediately, another head rolled down, and the man's body was dragged out again.

After killing dozens of people in a row, Yu Wenwen remained calm and looked at Zhao Gui with a smile.

Zhao Gui was so frightened that he began to feel chills. Although the descendants of the Zhao family had not been chopped down yet, even if these ordinary people chopped down dozens of people in a row, the impact was not small.

Blood and water formed a river and flowed to Zhao Gui's feet, making him feel cold inside.

There were several baskets of heads piled up, and most of them even had their eyes open and refused to rest in silence.

The dead man's eyes stared coldly at Zhao Gui in the basket, as if asking him why he didn't save him?

Zhao Gui's psychological defense was almost broken, when another person was pulled in.

Still a servant of the Zhao Mansion, as soon as the man came in and saw this scene, he was so frightened that his legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground.

A fishy smell came over immediately. It turned out that this person was scared to death.

Yu Wenzhang frowned and said directly: "Cut it off."

The executioner raised his knife and cut off the man's head.

The man was still crying and had runny nose. After his head rolled off his body, he fell face down into the bloody water, rolled on the ground twice, and then hit Zhao Gui's feet.

The man's head was facing down, with a scar as big as the mouth of a bowl, pointing straight at Yu Zhaogui. His eyes were wide open, as if he hadn't realized that his head had fallen off.

He rolled his eyes with his last strength, glanced at Zhao Gui sideways, his lips trembled twice, and then he stopped moving.

Zhao Gui completely lost his defense, yelling like a madman, cursing Yu Wenwen for a bad death.

Yu Wenzhang smiled slightly, and then waved to the outside.

Then a man was pressed in and walked in. Zhao Gui took a closer look and was almost scared out of his mind.

The person who came was none other than his biological son, Zhao Yongguo.

Zhao Yongguo was pressed down and knelt in front of Zhao Gui. Yu Wenwen waved his hand for the first time and said: "What a touching parent-child meeting, so I am very compassionate and will give you ten more breaths to say goodbye properly." …”

Zhao Yongguo was frightened and struggled hard to break away from the man's oppression. He crawled on his knees in front of his father and cried: "Father, save me, father, save me, save me, I don't want to die..."

Zhao Gui looked at his own son at his feet and saw his spineless kneeling at his feet, praying for him to save his life. Zhao Gui's heart was as sharp as a knife.

However, Yu Wenzhang was still sitting aside, looking at him with interest, as if he was watching a funny show.

Zhao Gui closed his eyes hard, Yu Wenzhang glanced at Zhao Gui, and then reminded: "The time is up..."

This sentence scared Zhao Yongguo almost out of his mind! When he turned around, he saw the executioner walking towards him with a big knife in one hand.

Zhao Yongguo shouted at the top of his lungs: "Don't come here!! Dad, Dad! Tell me quickly! Tell me what Da Sima asked me!!! Save the child's life!!! Save the child! The child doesn't want to die!" !!!”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Gui's back, which had been upright before, collapsed in an instant.