Placid Chang'an

Su Cen is no stranger to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. He lived here for more than half a month. During that time, he was more chaotic than awake, and he didn't leave any impression except that he was colder and darker.

When he came here this time, he finally got a taste of what hell on earth looks like.

As soon as he entered the prison door, he was greeted by the bloody smell, which was also mixed with the smell of burnt hair, which was stench and pungent.

Going further in, you could hear the sound of whips whistling past, and the jailer's repeated curses. Strangely, there was no wailing sound in response. There was such a weirdness in the terror that Su Cen had no reason to panic.

When they came to the execution platform, they saw a person being hoisted in the air by several iron chains, with his head hanging down, the ground was stained with blood, and there were several broken leather whips thrown aside.

It took Su Cen a while to recognize that this was Qi Lin.

Even Zheng Yang, who came up to kill someone, couldn't hold back when he saw this scene, lying on the side throwing up in the dark.

The jailer nodded and bowed, thinking it was someone from the court urging him again, he leaned forward and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely let this kid confess today."

"Confession for what?" Su Cen asked coldly.

The jailer took it for granted: "Confess the evidence that King Ning colluded with the Turks."

"The cases solved by the Ganqing Punishment Department are all based on extorted confessions, which are related to the life and death of the regent, and the major crimes of treason can also be extorted?!" Su Cen snatched the whip from the man's hand and threw it aside heavily, "Put the man down !"

The jailer's face turned pale, and then he took a good look at Su Cen, and tentatively said, "May I ask who this lord is..."

Su Cen pursed her lips. It was inconvenient not to have an official position. At the critical moment, she didn't even have a name to call out.

Zhang Jun had just greeted the Minister of Criminal Justice, but now he was late, seeing the situation in the prison, he couldn't help but frowned, and said to the jailer, "You release him as soon as you are told, how can there be so much nonsense."

The jailer didn't know Su Cen, but he knew Zhang Jun, so he had to lower his posture, wondering: "But this man is a lunatic, let him down, I'm afraid I'll disturb your lords."

"Crazy?" Su Cen frowned, but he never knew that Qi Lin would go crazy.

The jailer continued: "It's strange to say that it has been fine before, although it has not confessed, it has never resisted. Today, it suddenly seemed like it went crazy, not only broke free from the rope, but also injured several of our brothers. We had to do this. It was locked with iron chains."

Su Cen took a few steps forward, but suddenly her feet slipped, she took a step back and bent down, and picked up a bead from the blood all over the floor.

The bead is smooth and round, with a thick layer of oily skin, it is a Buddhist bead.

There is a Buddhist bead in the extremely marinated place, which has a sense of incompatibility with everything around it.

"Where did this come from?" Su Cen asked.

"This..." the jailer looked at it for a while, then turned to ask the other two guards, "Is it yours?"

The other two also shook their heads, and Su Cen sighed for no reason, "Put him down, he won't go crazy."

The iron chain rattled, and even if the person was let go, his legs would no longer be able to stand up.Qi Lin knelt on the ground, his head still bowed, but he clenched his hand tightly, exhausting the last of his strength.

Su Cen stepped forward and knelt down, "Are you okay?"

The head that had been hanging down for a long time barely lifted up, and as soon as he opened his mouth, strands of blood leaked from the cracked lips.

Su Cen frowned, "Bring some water."

As soon as the extremely thirsty lips touched the water, they immediately stuck to it, choked a few times in the middle, but continued to drink before the coughing was over, the last bowl of water was drunk and spilled, and finally bottomed out.

After drinking, people can finally speak.

"It has nothing to do with the Lord..." Qi Lin said in the first sentence, "the Turkic people have a tradition that no matter how big the hatred is, they will not kill children who are not as good as horseback. We let them go on our own initiative, and the Lord didn't know... "

Su Cen pursed her lips. In the Battle of Yuerhai, Tuduo Sanwei had a reputation of being ruthless and slaughtering people. Now that they have shown mercy, they are still being cursed as wolf-hearted and revengeful.So in the end, what is called loyalty and what is called righteousness has never been taken seriously by this group of aliens.

"But why do you admit it?" Su Cen said in a deep voice, "Obviously, as long as you deny this matter, they will have no evidence, and no one has questioned it for so many years. Is it possible that they will go to Turkic to question Turkic Khan? Isn't your surname Ashina?"

The tightly clenched palm was finally opened, and lying quietly inside were two blood-stained Buddhist beads.

Qi Lin said softly: "They arrested Ling'er."

Coming out of the sky prison, Su Cen shivered under the blue sky and broad daylight.He has been running around since he came back yesterday, and he didn't have time to check if Qu Ling'er was still at home.After he left, Ah Fu fumbled all the way back to Yangzhou, but when he saw Ah Fu, he remembered those things in the capital, and later sent someone back to Suzhou, so in the end, only Qu Linger remained here.

He forgot for a moment that Qu Ling'er also came from a secret door, now that Li Sheng is in power, he will not let him go.

Su Cen panicked for a while, Feng Yiming was dead, so could Qu Linger also...

Zheng Yang knew what he was worried about, and comforted him: "Li Sheng still wants to keep Qu Ling'er to threaten Qi Lin, so he should be fine for a while."

Su Cen reluctantly nodded.

"It's time for the burial," Zheng Yang said, "Let's go."

The fourth-rank officials of the imperial court were buried, but there were only a few people in front of the closed house.

In the final analysis, Feng Yiming is not the same as them. He was born in a poor family. He studied hard for ten years and took a biography exam, but he was only assigned a small official position and could not be reused. He went to a secret door and could easily betray him. Means, so it is reasonable to have a bad review in North Korea.

But Su Cen knew that all Feng Yiming's actions were for that one person, he didn't care about fame and status, all he wanted was to be by Li Shi's side, even if he was only acting as a jester, just a counselor.

So this year, Feng Yiming licked honey on the knife's edge, and got his wish.

Accidentally ran into Ning Santong outside the door.

The most dazzling young talents in Chang'an City gathered together that day, but they were already completely changed.

Ning Santong smiled, "You're still back."

Su Cen nodded, "I'm back."

After two sentences, there was nothing to say, and the three of them stood in front of the door for a while before entering one after another.

After entering the house, I found that not only was it idle outside, but there were not many people in the house. There was only a plain coffin in the hall, and an old slave was busy welcoming and seeing off guests. nothing.

Su Cen frowned, "How could this be?"

"Brother Feng didn't even have a family yet, and after his little uncle's accident, he even dismissed his servants. He knew that such a day would come to him, and he prepared this plain coffin by himself." Zheng Yang sighed softly. He breathed a sigh of relief, "At the beginning he came back alone, and now he left alone."

The deceased was gone, Su Cen clenched his fists, stepped forward to burn a stick of incense for the person, got up resolutely, picked up the mourning gown that was placed on the side, and put it on by himself, "Since no one is there, I'll cover it for Feng Yiming." Ma Daixiao."

Zheng Yang and Ning Santong looked at each other and put on mourning clothes.

The time had come, the coffin bearers came in and carried the coffin away, Su Cen and the others helped the spirit all the way outside the city, watching Feng Yiming's coffin being nailed down for burial.

A thin layer of loess, but what separates it is the farewell between heaven and man.

After all the ceremonies were completed, Su Cen stood in front of the grave, staring at the engraved tombstone for a long time, and suddenly said loudly: "Gong Taboo Yiming, words and deeds, Yonglong was born in ten years, and Tianshou eight years passed his biography." Lu. Yuan Shunzhong, served as the leader of Yushitai and served Yushi. Fearless of power, he impeached the Ministry of Officials to enclose the land, and was appreciated by King Ning. When he was more than one year old, he paid homage to the governor of Yangzhou. At that time, Yangzhou officials and businessmen colluded, and officials and salt rigged the price However, private salt is flooding, and the public cares about the common people, and wakes up alone in the torrent, dormant for more than three years, weighs the salt affairs, abolishes the salt, and collects it into the national government. Promoted to Huainan Road salt and iron transfer officer, operating for half a year, the treasury will be in surplus. The next year, he was transferred to the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, punishing traitors, punishing villains, and helping the community. Forced by traitors, he died at the age of twenty-seven. He was born with a time, but he never regretted what he asked for, alas, it's a feast!"

Feng Yiming, Heming Jiugao, a blockbuster, finally bid farewell freely and went west by the crane.