The whole heaven is watching Lao Tzu fall in love [Red Mansion]

In the crowded vegetable market, when Su Zhao was staggered and pushed out, he subconsciously squinted his eyes, as if a blood-colored sun broke into his eyes.

Until the moment before the execution, this man who always thought himself to be the most powerful man seemed not to know what he did wrong.He stood on the execution ground with disheveled hair, blankly watching the people around him throw rotten eggs or messy cabbage leaves at him, and he could hardly believe that he would have such a day.

"Is she crazy?!" Su Zhao looked up to the sky and sighed, "So, what reputation does my Su family have in this imperial capital?"

He has no idea what kind of amazing courage a woman will show when she is pushed to the extreme—this person who has never had the guts to challenge her husband in her entire life and who has been educated since childhood knows everything The lady who always remembers women's morality and training in her heart, finally made the most ruthless resolution in her life.

For the sake of the younger daughter, she can reluctantly sacrifice the eldest daughter; but if even the last younger daughter is lost...

Even she didn't know what she would become.

"This matter is really not a crime worthy of death!" Wang Ruosu tried hard to persuade, "Your Majesty, Mr. Su usually works for the country and the people, so he doesn't know how to work hard. Now he just lost his hand because of a moment of grief and anger. Are you going to be punished like this?"

"The prince who breaks the law is as guilty as the common people," Emperor Hui looked at him from behind the cold beads, his eyes were indifferent and ruthless, like a ruthless god sitting on a throne, hidden behind the smog, no one can see clearly His face said, "Is Su Qing so important that you don't need to pay for killing someone?"

Wang Ruosu said, "But the one he accidentally killed was his daughter—"

"so what?"

Emperor Hui sneered softly, "Even if she is Su Qing's daughter, she is also a citizen of my Daqing. If Wang Qing still wants to speak for him, she can go to the execution site to see him off. If she is really worried, It would be good to have him in person as well.

Thick and viscous blood seemed to ooze from these words, Wang Ruosu shuddered, and then remembered who he was talking to - Emperor Hui was not a kind and gentle Supreme Emperor, on the contrary, his means had always been He was vicious and decisive, and when he was one of the many princes, he quietly toppled the favored fourth prince and prince, and sat firmly on the throne.

This is an ambitious monarch, and his subordinates will never allow anyone who dares to resist his decision.

Wang Ruosu lowered his head instantly, not daring to say a word.He stared intently at the white jade chisel in the Minghua Palace where delicate patterns were carved out of the floor, and for a moment he seemed to see scarlet blood stains on it, extending from the vegetable market all the way to his legs and feet.

He choked that exclamation in his throat, shrinking himself into a quail.

Therefore, he never noticed that the person sitting on the resplendent throne suddenly twitched his fingers unconsciously.Then, as if nothing had happened, he put his hands into the bright yellow sleeves.

The news of Su Zhao's death was quickly reported to the world, and most people just took it as an anecdote and didn't think it was a big deal.Only Daiyu, who knew the inside story, and Yingchun, who was later told, couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and his complexion has improved a lot in the past few days.

And after that, I only got to know a general bystander, so I threw the matter away.Only the watchman who often passes by the gate of the Su Mansion knows that this Su Mansion seems to have shipped out many wooden boxes on a certain day, and several carriages lined up, one after another full of people, slowly heading to the distance drive away.Because people had died here, no one was willing to live in this magnificent mansion, so it became vacant day by day.In the end, all the birds made their homes here, and the mansion was full of weeds, and it was no longer the scene of a garden full of beauties in the past.

Mrs. Su also took her little daughter with her, and completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Bringing down Su Zhao, the chess piece that blocked the way, could have been a great success—but Jia Lang always had some strange sour emotions in his heart.Unknowingly, he would feel lost, blankly without knowing what he was thinking, and he didn't even know that some water was spilled out.

Even Jia Ke could see something was wrong, and Shui Rong was even more aware of it.However, he knew that the time had not come, and he just quietly waited for that person to take the initiative to speak to him.

Sure enough, Jia Lang came. He braved the cold moonlight and stood outside the Shui Rong door, pursing his lips and smiling at him: "Aren't you going to let me in?"

Shui Rong, who had already let loose a head of dark hair, looked at him with a light glass hydrangea lamp, and saw that he was only wearing a very thin inner coat, with a casual coat over his shoes, and he immediately frowned. Frown.Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to pull the man in, with a sullen face, he disposed of a hand stove in twos and twos, and put it firmly into the boy's already frozen hands.

Outside the window, the shadow of the moon lay horizontally, and the sparse shadows swayed.The nose was filled with the familiar and reassuring aroma of lotus. Jia Lang gently stroked the silver hand stove carved with several bamboo branches, and bit his lower lip unconsciously.

There was a sudden chill on his lips, it turned out that Shui Rong frowned and pressed his fingers on his lips, stopping him from torturing himself.He focused on looking at the young man who was hanging his head under the lamp, revealing a very slender white jade-like neck, and asked in a low voice, "Ah Qi, but what do you want to say to me?"

Jia Lang looked a little confused, but he still sighed softly.Slowly said: "I shouldn't have asked you this kind of thing..."

"It's just that they didn't know the details, and I didn't know who to tell. I just..."

"It's just that it feels unfair."

He stroked the stove in his hand again and again, as if he wanted to see a flower on it.

"I just feel it's unfair for Su Qing. She didn't do anything wrong, but she doesn't have a reputation in the eyes of her father, and she doesn't have a sister in the eyes of her mother. Mrs. Su obviously had room to resist, but she chose to pretend to be ignorant Abandoning the eldest daughter, what about Su Qing? What is she anyway?"

When Mrs. Su fought desperately for her youngest daughter Su Jing, Su Qing's death was like a naked joke, a fish struggling desperately in dry shallow water.Maybe the people who helped her just stood on the shore and watched indifferently, one solved her with his own hands, and the other cried and watched but didn't step forward to stop her at all-they all felt that she was still dead for one reason or another. better.

How ironic, even her biological parents were willing and eager to push her into hell.No one thought about how scared she was at that time, how desperately struggling, longing for even a sliver of mercy.However, her weight is too light, there is no need to think about it, and even the effort to fight for her does not need to be expended, she is just buried in light, unconcernable tears.

Because she doesn't care that much, she can be abandoned at will, and everyone can continue to walk along the original life track as if nothing had happened; but when it comes to the people they really care about, they can't bear it at all. May that person suffer a little bit of grievance.

"Obviously they are all my children..."

"Ah Qi." A water-melting cold hand covered his, his face was like a white jade statue hidden behind the smoke, perfect and calm.His hand seemed to have some magical power, and it smoothed out the wrinkled heart of the young man easily, and it was beating hotly in the chest cavity.

"They are not gods, but mortals. Mortals always have biases in their hearts. In fact, they have a clear arrangement in their hearts, which clearly distinguishes the important from the unimportant—"

"This is a human being."

He lightly touched the young man's round and lovely earlobes, and saw that he was startled listening, his eyes were clear and clean, even if he entered the filthy officialdom, he would not be stained with any dust.There was a little smile in the watery throat, and he hugged him even tighter.

"It is precisely because of the seven emotions and six desires that there is such a biased existence." He paused, then said softly, "It is certainly unfair, but how many things are fair in this world? Although she walked far away In fact, I will suffer for the whole life of killing my daughter. After entering the Yin Division, I will naturally have to pay some corresponding price."

After finishing speaking, he still did not forget to express his loyalty to himself: "On the contrary, the god who is called heartless and desireless, when he cares about one person, he only cares about that person, and the rest of the flowers are all out of sight. Naturally, there is no such thing as partiality."

Jia Lang remained silent, but in fact he knew very well what kind of gods existed.Whether it is Concubine Bei Jing or Shui Ming, to Shui Rong, they are just slightly more important existences than ordinary people, and they are not even very different from the passers-by that can be seen everywhere on this street.

For things like Su Qing, if Jia Lang didn't have some strange obsessions and wanted to intervene in this matter, the gods in the sky would just pretend they couldn't see it.They have to experience the life and death of thousands of people every moment in their eyes. They are used to seeing the vicissitudes of life, so how can they take this mere drop in their eyes?

But he strangely got some comfort from Shui Rong's words, knowing that there is a person, and he will always be placed in the only supreme position in his heart.That person will never abandon him for others, their hands are always tightly held together, and their hearts are also intimately attached together without any gap.

There are so many unsatisfactory people in the world. They may not be able to find a person who treats him sincerely even if they wholeheartedly offer a piece of hot heart. Therefore, everyone who is treated sincerely should put away this piece of heart properly. Teach it to get even the slightest bit of dust.

After Su Qing's incident came to an end, Jia Lang quickly devoted himself to disaster relief - he was busy in the city every day, went to check where the victims were resettled, and personally arranged for people to distribute food.Several nearby prefectures and counties that had not suffered from floods all lent some food, and after a month of intensive transportation, it was finally transported to the most serious cities, temporarily relieving the urgent need.

Fortunately, the past few days have been sunny and sunny, and the victims feel more at ease.Sitting in such warm sunshine, I no longer feel cold and biting.

In order to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to cause chaos and repeat Jia Ke's fate, Princess Zhaoning specially ordered the victims to be concentrated in several larger temples, and ten soldiers were sent to each place to guard them.They also recruited strong young people to build new houses on a higher ground, and gave them some food and rewards. After a few months, they looked a little different again, which was quite different from the wilderness when they first came. Are not the same.

However, although the disaster relief work is gradually getting on the right track, another issue remains unresolved—where did the government bank and the disaster relief bank go, which seems to have evaporated inexplicably and reasonably?

"The burning of the account book back then was really strange," Jia Lang said with a frown. "It turned out to be a nonsense account book. There was no flood in the south of the Yangtze River a few years ago, so how could it be lost so much?" The crops. It’s just that no one will believe such an account book, so why burn it?”

It can't be that Mr. Wang was afraid that he would find out, so he hurriedly solved it, right?

This person can't be so stupid, can he?

【No, no. ] Taishang Laojun interrupted his thoughts meaningfully, 【That thing is not in the hands of that chubby guy, but in the hands of another person. 】

"Who else could it be?" Jia Lang asked in bewilderment.

【It's not someone else,】 Taishang Laojun put on a posture of a master and pointed him out, 【It's the master of the Zhen family, Zhen Yan. 】

Jia Lang's face suddenly twitched, and he couldn't believe his ears at all.He raised his eyebrows and repeated in surprise: "The eye of a needle?"

How could someone name his son such a name?