Jinyiwei work report

Little Zhuge stretched his waist, picked out his ears, and lay down on the haystack, "I really didn't know that Jin Yiwei even recruited lunatics, please stop talking nonsense, so I won't be able to take a nap. "

Jiang Zhan said unhurriedly: "I heard that one can see 300 years ahead and 300 years later when looking into the secrets of heaven, and 100 years ahead and 100 years later when looking into the well of hell. , and there was one person who peeped into the hell well 30 years ago."

Little Zhuge snored.

Song Yingbai's hairs stood on end when he heard it, as if he had heard some incredible news.

Can he listen to this level of information?

Jiang Zhan stared at the painting on the wall, "As for this person, we Jinyiwei have tracked down this person for a long time, with intermittent clues, and finally narrowed the scope down to twenty people. You are on the list. Thanks to this "Biography of Mr. Yilie" , it may be that you were too excited to write and didn't notice the loopholes in it, so you were exposed to us."

Little Zhuge fell asleep completely, snoring loudly.

Song Yingbai looked at Jiang Zhan, whether to lift him up or pretend to be asleep, this attitude is too perfunctory.

Jiang Zhan shook his head lightly, saying that he didn't need it, "You are willing to write a biography for Yang Yuxuan now, presumably because you can't bear Zhongliang being framed and want to justify his name. You have the righteousness of a scholar in you."

At this time, the upright scholar who was lying in the grass and had eaten cockroaches turned over and continued to sleep with his back facing them.

"Scholars all over the world, the pursuit of fame and fame can only be regarded as a low-level wish. The real pursuit is to be famous in history, to be famous through the ages, to become a virtuous person and become a saint." Jiang Zhandao: "The saints in the Confucian orthodox system are no different from those who practice Taoism. Great suffering, great enlightenment, death to become benevolence, death to become holy.

The officials of the imperial court would rather be executed by the imperial staff than bluntly say that they committed crimes, all for the sake of reputation. "

Song Yingbaixin said, many of them are purely for fame, finding faults to anger the emperor, and gaining the reputation of a straight minister, this life is worth it.

Wherever I went, I said that I was beaten and dismissed from office for scolding the emperor, and I received countless admiring eyes.

Little Zhuge's eyelids trembled, and he opened a gap slightly to look at them.

It can be seen that Jiang Zhan's words pierced his heart.

Jiang Zhan smiled, "You should understand what I mean. Although you are locked here, you have a very high reputation outside the prison. There are people who admire you in the rivers, lakes, and green forests, and they regard you as a hero in this dark world." Qingliu."

Song Yingbai seemed to understand what Jiang Zhan meant...

Little Zhuge stared wide-eyed, sat up slowly, and stared at Jiang Zhan motionlessly.

Jiang Zhan smiled and said, "So, what will happen when an upright contemporary saint like you is suddenly praised by the court?"

Song Yingbai looked sideways, killing people and punishing his heart. Little Zhuge set up the persona of a literati leader who was persecuted by the court. You suddenly asked the court to reward him. Didn't this mean to disgust him on purpose?

At that time, there is no need for the court to do anything. It is estimated that the saliva of the people will spray him to death.

Little Zhuge's face was livid, but suddenly he burst into a smile, breaking the tense and oppressive atmosphere into pieces.

"Hahahaha, what crazy talk are you talking about? They all said I was crazy, but I think you are the one who is crazy. Praise me, come on, come on, come on!"

Jiang Zhan was not annoyed, he paced the room, and said lightly: "I will first let people spread the word, saying that you are actually a hidden pile of the court, writing a biography for Yang Yuxuan, in order to dispel the dissatisfaction with the court. To draw it out, the 'Green Forest Hero' caught in the capital a few days ago is proof.

Then I will give you a mansion, a beautiful wife, a beautiful concubine, and a good horse, and then I will build you an ancestral hall. Finally, I will let you parade in red and accept the awards from the imperial court.

I think that those who have always admired you before think that you are a running dog of the imperial court and have been rewarded for doing things for the imperial court, or they think that you are just a guy who is trying to catch your name. "

Song Yingbai said in his heart, that little Zhuge's reputation has been ruined. People who read sage books naturally want to be gentlemen, and they value reputation more than anything else. Jiang Zhan's trick directly made little Zhuge a hypocrite. It might be better to be dead than to be alive.

Little Zhuge brushed back his long white hair, revealing an old angry face, "You! You are despicable and shameless!"

"The snake hits seven inches." Jiang Zhandan said, "Tell me where the hell well is."

Little Zhuge thumped his chest, "Bah, you think I'm really scared."

"Yes, I think you're afraid." Jiang Zhan said convincingly, "You peeped into the well of hell without being blind but also died suddenly. It can be seen that your fate is noble, and you were born to be extraordinary, and you have written books all your life. A contemporary great Confucian, you don’t want to bear the infamy while you’re alive, and be condemned by thousands of people after your death.”

Song Yingbai had already discovered that the scholars of this dynasty really valued their reputation more than anything else, and starving to death was a small matter of injustice and a big one, and it was not just for fun.

Just like his family, although they are not a family of poetry and calligraphy, they also value fame very much.

People who join the army are never allowed in the family. If they dare to go, their legs will be broken.

Jiang Zhan didn't talk much along the way, and he couldn't tell what kind of person he was. Now he can see clearly that he is a dark-bellied guy.

Little Zhuge held his breath, put his shoulders on his shoulders, and said nothing.

Jiang Zhan smiled slightly: "You're thinking, suicide is a big deal, right? Of course you can die, and what I can do is to arrange for three women to snatch your inheritance manuscripts after you die. The neighbor's wife who has always been chaotic and abandoned, one is the mother of a young girl who admires your talent, bribes the jailer to have a private meeting with you and is pregnant, why is it a mother, because the girl felt that her scandal was exposed and committed suicide, and there is another... …Hmmm… how about a nun, or a bhikkhuni?”

Song Yingbai imagined it, the picture is so beautiful, this is the smelly street after the death of an important person.

Little Zhuge stood up abruptly and threw himself in front of Jiang Zhan.

Song Yingbai was waiting for him, fearing that the old man would do something out of the ordinary. Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhuge's face was bitter, and he hugged his head and shouted: "Why do you torture me like this? Forgive me, let me stay here quietly. Okay?!"

Jiang Zhan smiled: "As I said just now, I want the address of Hell Well."

"...I won't give you the address. As for what I saw, I can tell you a thing or two... forgive me, okay?"

With no room for maneuver, Jiang Zhan said coldly: "I won't believe what you say. I want to believe what I see."

"No way! No way!" Little Zhuge shook his head like a rattle: "You don't know the power of it, it will kill people, not just peeping into the hell well, even the address, let me tell you, your fate is bad, you will die Don’t you just want to know how long the dynasty will last, who will be the emperor in a hundred years, and how will the fate of the country be? Don’t try to change things that are preordained by God, I’m doing it for your own good.”

"You don't have to do it for my own good, it's better for your own." Jiang Zhan said, "Just tell us that life or death has nothing to do with you."

us?Song Yingbai frowned, wait a minute, didn't he even count as a share.

He choked for breath, and felt the cool breeze whizzing down his back, feeling that he was here to be a cannon fodder guinea pig.

At this time, Jiang Zhan grabbed Song Yingbai's shoulders and pushed him in front of little Zhuge: "He has too many elements, and his life is very hard. There should be no problem. There is also me, so there is no need to say more. I don't believe it. The two of us will die."

Song Yingbai fully understood what he chose to do?No wonder Jiang Zhan said yesterday that he knew it today. Yes, he knew it, but it was too late.

Jiang Zhan, you are not only black-bellied, but also black-hearted.

At the last moment, the ducks were rushed to the shelves, and they were not even given a chance to think.

Little Zhuge said that people will die, what if he fails to resist and dies?

Wait, if he dies, Li Zhen won't have to worry about him leaking the secret, maybe it was arranged for him to perform this task from the beginning.

If he didn't resist, it was just right for him to die. If he resisted, it was his fate, and he could use waste.

He turned his head and stared into Jiang Zhan's eyes, "Did Li Zhen ask you to bring me here?"

Probably because Song Yingbai didn't expect Song Yingbai to say such a nonsensical remark suddenly, Jiang Zhan was stunned for a moment.

Song Yingbai could see clearly at this time, and Jiang Zhan's light brown pupils shrank, obviously surprised by his question.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Jiang Zhan prevaricated, pushed Song Yingbai to sit on the ground, sat down himself, raised his head and said to Xiao Zhuge: "We are ready, we can talk."

Seeing that this was about to come true, Song Yingbai didn't care about conspiracy theories anymore, so she quickly took a few deep breaths to adjust her breath.

"Don't blame me if you are dead." Little Zhuge said helplessly.

While shaking his head, he turned his head and took out a small pot from the burden, and dug out a handful of yellow sand from it.

"The address can't be said directly. Okay, look at the yellow sand in my hand..." He carefully held the sand in front of the two of them, and slowly poured it onto the ground, chanting words.

Song Yingbai stared at the yellow sand flowing like a small waterfall, and suddenly, he felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body.

He soared up to the sky, and before he could get ready, he suddenly fell down again.

It's like being planted head-down from a height of [-] meters, with clouds moving back and forth on both sides, and the scenery on the ground is getting bigger and clearer.

Desert, yellow sand, sunset, dilapidated inn, incomplete wine flag,

There are words on the wine flag...

At this moment, his sight had already fallen to the ground, and the reality of the impact followed closely.

His eyes went dark and he couldn't see anything, but his body still had consciousness.

In the darkness, being dragged down by a pair of cold hands, he desperately resisted, but it was like falling into a swamp, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

And the cold hand gradually warmed up, but quickly, it turned into scorching heat, scorching his body.

He felt like he was dying, dying in the hot lava in the darkness.

No, you can't just die like this, how can you be a meaningless cannon fodder!

He opened his eyes with all his strength. In an instant, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood. He staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

Song Yingbai was lying on the ground, with his eyes half-opened, seeing little Zhuge's old face full of holes showing a regretful expression, his voice was as vague as if soaked in water: "I have already told you, I must not listen."

Although Jiang Zhan didn't fall down, he still put his hands on the ground, bent his back, and coughed loudly.

Song Yingbai seemed to see him coughing up blood mist, it should be, it should be.

At this moment, Jiang Zhan wiped the corner of his mouth, turned around and stretched out his hands towards him.

It seemed that his bones were broken just now, and he was picked up by Jiang Zhan like mud.

Jiang Zhan took a few breaths and asked hoarsely, "Are you okay?"

Song Yingbai shook his head first, then nodded, and then shook his head again.

"I'll just pretend you're fine." Jiang Zhan said, "Then... have you seen it clearly?"

Song Yingbai nodded weakly, then threw his head forward, leaned on Jiang Zhan's shoulder, and lost consciousness.