Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Both Guigong and Bustard of Linhua Pavilion were taken.The execution room of Fusi in Beizhen was able to pry open the iron man's mouth, which proved that the madam did not know anything, and Mr. Gui couldn't make it through in the end, and confessed everything he knew.

Shen Qi looked at the testimony presented by her subordinates, and extracted some important information:

Yinjianmen and Qishaying are similar to the relationship between the outer gate and the inner gate of the sect, one is open and the other is dark.Hidden Sword Sect relies on the industry under the sect to provide funds for the Seven Killing Battalion, recruit and transport manpower, and the sect master obeys the battalion master's command.After the collapse of Yinjianmen, the Seven Killing Battalion retained most of its strength, and the financial support still exists, but it is not known where the money came from.

The elite killers of the Seven Killing Battalion are divided into three categories: "Heaven, Earth, and Mystery", and the total number of killers is not clear.I heard that there are hundreds of people, all of whom can be independent.

The capital has more than one underground stronghold, and the secret passages all lead to the bombed "Mingtang".

There are gatekeepers in every stronghold, and Mr. Gui only knows two of them, leaving a few unidentified.

Before last night, the head of the Seven Killing Battalion was indeed in the capital. As for whether he left the capital secretly after the explosion, I don't know.

No one has seen the face of the camp owner, let alone his gender, age, and martial arts proficiency, but all the killers who were dissatisfied and challenged him died.

"... brain worm." Shen Qi said.

"What are you talking about?" Shi Yanshuang, who was in charge of Qianhu, asked in puzzlement, "What kind of insect?"

"It's nothing. Detain these two people in prison and watch them carefully. You and Wei Ying order 500 men, and let me catch the other two 'gatekeepers' to see if we can squeeze anything out." Shen Qi was hurt when she got up. Place your hands on your chest and inhale deeply.

Shi Yanshuang hurriedly said: "Your Excellency is injured, let's go to rest, this small matter, Wei Qianhu and I can take care of it, there is no need for an adult to go in person."

The medical officer of Beizhen Fusi prescribed a plaster for Shen Qi and asked him to apply it on the wound, saying that it could dissipate blood stasis, activate blood circulation, relieve pain, and speed up the healing of bone fractures, but the smell of the medicine was very strong, and it could be cured through several layers of clothing. smell.

Shen Qi thought for a while, and said: "That's fine. Then you ask someone to boil some hot water, and I want to take a shower and change clothes."

He cleaned himself up and made sure he could no longer smell the plaster, then rode slowly to the Su Mansion.

I had sent people to inquire several times before, and they all said that Su Yan was still sleeping, and he still didn't wake up after sleeping for six hours.He couldn't help worrying, so he ignored the guards like watchdogs and decided to visit him himself.

It was dusk, and the sky in the capital city seemed to be still shrouded in smoke and dust after the explosion, and the twilight seemed extraordinarily dark, with the faint cries floating in the wind, which made people feel heavy.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, he saw that the Su residence was surrounded by a group of men dressed as guards, and the guards were heavily guarded.Shen Qi could see that these were not ordinary guards, they all exuded a vigorous spirit, as if they had been baptized on the battlefield.

His heart trembled, as if he had thought of something, he went around to the back alley of the Su Mansion, and quietly jumped onto the roof of the neighbor's house.

Sure enough, Gao Shuo was still hiding in the shadow between the eaves, gnawing red dates, while stretching his neck and aiming at the main house in the backyard of Su Mansion.Shen Qi patted him on the shoulder, scaring him so much that the date stone almost got stuck in his throat.

After coughing up the date stone, he hurriedly reported to Shen Qi in a low voice: "The emperor's private visit is in the main house."

really.Shen Qi frowned: "When did you come?"

"It's been two quarters of an hour, and I haven't seen it, and I don't know if Mrs. Su is awake." Gao Shuo thought about it, and felt that something was wrong, "Tsk, if he didn't wake up, what is the emperor doing inside, just watching? I'm about to wake up now, and I don't see servants bringing in water, so I can't clean my face or wash the ground, right?

"No, no, it's unreasonable for the monarch to enter the servant's bedroom, especially our emperor..."

Shen Qi suddenly picked the back of his hand with the scabbard.

A handful of red dates in his hand was forced into his mouth, Gao Shuo choked and rolled his eyes.

Shen Qi's face was as cold as frost, and she said coldly: "When did you become so talkative?" Gao Shuo shook his head repeatedly, vomited dates one after another, not daring to gossip anymore.

While speaking, the door of the main house was opened, and the emperor in ordinary clothes came out first, followed by Su Yan wearing a cloak.The two talked while walking, and went to the flower hall.

Turning around the corridor, the figure disappeared under the eaves.Not long after, the servant dressed as a servant came out of the kitchen, and brought dishes into the hall like a stream of water.The candlelight in the flower hall is bright, reflecting the shadows of the two sitting at the table on the window paper.

Gao Shuo suddenly recalled the memory, and said awkwardly: "Well, it is customary for the emperor to bestow favors on his subjects and give them a special meal together...Your Excellency, don't be too...too much..."

Shadow raised his glass to toast.Shen Qi suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest and ribs, her heart felt like a file, and every breath she exhaled was burning karma.He gripped the Xiuchun knife tightly, and his voice was terribly hoarse: "What is the crime of disturbing Shengjia?"

"Great, big crime." Gao Shuo stuttered in shock, "Kindly committing crimes will be punished, my lord!"

Shen Qi's five fingers tightened and loosened on the handle of the knife, loosened and tightened again.The joints protruded reluctantly from under the thin skin, and were dragged back by the pulling muscles.

He gritted his teeth and asked Gao Shuo: "Is it also a custom for the emperor to stay overnight at the courtier's house?"

Gao Shuo replied in surprise: "No way! In the previous generation, there was a record of the emperor favoring his servants, and even met a beautiful man on the road on a whim, but foreign officials... really can't! It will definitely provoke criticism from the government and the public. , such a disgraceful thing, our Long Live Lord can't do it!"

He took a breath, and added: "What kind of temperament is the emperor, don't you know?"

Of course Shen Qi knew it, but she knew even more how attractive Su Qinghe was.And he always has gratitude and admiration for Emperor Jinglong. Although it is true that "never serve the emperor with sex" comes from his heart, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be moved by the other party's kindness and deliberate preparation.

Even if he holds on, this defense is vulnerable to absolute power.If the emperor is obsessed with selfish desires and doesn't even want to be decent, what can he do?Should he hang on to the crown and flee, or fight to the death?His family has been officials for generations, and his father Su Zhifu is still in office!

In this hook, the strength of the two ends is very different.If you fail due to exhaustion, I don't blame you—this sentence is not only to excuse Su Yan, but also to put a heavy chain on the beast in my heart.But now, he heard the violent roar of the beast again, and the sound of the chains being broken.

"Keep watching. In case something 'unconventional' happens, come find me at the wonton stand at the end of Dongshi Street."

Gao Shuo watched Shen Qi disappear behind the roof with several leaps, and scratched the back of his head, "The matter of the bodyguards is not over yet, why did the emperor get involved again? Master Su really committed a crime... No, Shen Tongzhi still has the mood to eat it ravioli?"

Although the East Market is lively, the wonton stall at the end of the street is sluggish. The owner of Gain can't do business, the taste of the wonton is not good, and the chopped green onion and vinegar cost extra.In addition, the boss seems to have a problem with his mind, and the change is always inconsistent, so that there are fewer and fewer customers.

In this way, the stall is still open rain or shine, probably hard work can make up for it, but it has been lingering for several years.

Under the dim lantern, Shen Qi slowly walked over from the dark corner of the wall, sat on the crooked bench, and put the Xiuchun knife by the table.

The middle-aged boss put a dirty cotton towel on his shoulders and came over to greet the guests: "What do you want to eat?"

Shen Qi said: "Face."

"No noodles, I only sell wontons here."

"Then you still ask me what to eat?"

The boss changed his mind in a daze and asked, "How many bowls of wontons do you want?"

Shen Qi stared at him: "A bowl of pork wontons without stuffing."

The boss was stunned, his dull eyes rounded, as if a wood carving suddenly came to life.He said, "Guest officer, please wait a moment."

Not long after, a bowl of cooked wonton wrappers was placed in front of Shen Qi.The boss said, "It's the same price with stuffing and without stuffing. You need to pay extra for onions and vinegar, do you want it?"

Shen Qi didn't answer, she just added a spoonful of chopped green onion and three drops of vinegar to the bowl, and finished eating the wonton wrappers.

The boss sat down across the table, with a smile on his face, "Northern Fusi Jinyiwei Tongzhi, Mr. Shen. It was you who sent the former chief officer Feng Que, Mr. Feng, to the guillotine."

"You're wrong, it wasn't beheading, it was beheading." Shen Qi said coldly, "Before he died, he told me a secret."

At the edge of the large pit where the ground collapsed, Fuyin crawled out from among the stones with hands and feet.He held the crane bone flute tightly with his bloody fingers, ran a few steps, and fell down again exhausted.

It was the deepest hour of the eve of Li Min, when the waning moon in the western sky was obscured by the soaring flames and black clouds.

The sword light replaced the moonlight, cut through the night, and reached Fuyin's eyebrows.

Jing Hongzhui's clothes were torn, her face was covered with dust, makeup and blood, her eyes were still like morning stars like glaciers, clear but indifferent."You lost," he said.

Fuyin panted heavily, and her voice was intermittent: "I don't want to get to where I am today..."

Jing Hong chased, "But it's already like this."

"Senior brother, give me a treat..." Fuyin stretched out his other hand, trying to tug on his skirt.

Jing Hong chased to the side, avoiding, "I will give you a good time."

Fuyin's eyes lighted up slightly like a fire under deep water.

"But before that, you have to explain everything you know, including the camp owner and the forces behind the camp owner."

"...Are you going to extract a confession from me? Or are you going to take me to the notorious Beizhen Fusi for torture?" Fuyin had a painful and distorted smile on his face. He smiled and coughed up a few mouthfuls of black blood.He leaned on a collapsed pillar and sat up with difficulty, holding the blood-stained flute body in his palm, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, you are always like this. It seems that you are merciful under the sword, but in fact it pushes me to a more painful situation." Abyss...it was like this in the Seven Killing Battalion' Gu Dou', and it's still like this now!"

Jing Hong heard the bitter hatred in his tone, she was silent for a while, and asked: "You hate me, because I begged the camp owner to save your life?"

"A plea? That's right. Your swordsmanship has always been the sharpest and most effective, straight to the target. Your plea is the same. Use the simplest and most effective rhetoric to impress the camp owner."

Jing Hong recalled what he said to the camp owner at that time:

How many people has the camp owner seen who recovered from the blood pupil?

Is he a good research subject?

These two questions made the camp owner finally break the silence and answer: Yes.

"Do you remember? I did survive. I was the only killer who lost in the 'Gu Dou' but continued to live. But I would rather die on the spot, by your sword! Do you think I was programmed into another killer?" A squad so hardly see me anymore?"

Fuyin sneered bitterly and sharply, the dimples pulled on his cheeks, like a tragic scar, "You are wrong, I really became a 'good research subject' as you said."

"The technique of Nightmare makes us powerful, but also makes us prone to madness. How to restore the madness of the 'blood pupil' and avoid waste has always been a problem that the camp owner wants to solve. Now an excellent sample has been sent to him —Do you know what I went through?"

Fuyin clasped the gravel on the ground with five fingers, but he couldn't stop the twitching of his fingertips, as if just recalling that scene could make him fall into hell, "I was given all kinds of drugs and suffered all kinds of torture , was forced to repeatedly stimulate between the blood pupil and the sober state, in order to observe the body's reaction and the change of mind... Do you know how painful and desperate I was at that time, how I couldn't survive or die?"

The cold pool in Jing Hong's eyes faintly rippled, but the sword in his hand was still steady and sharp, "You hate me, and there was no sword that freed you back then."

Fuyin hissed: "Shouldn't I hate you? You escaped from birth, but what about me? I'm still in hell, at the juncture of life and death, and dreaming that you will come back and give me a hand! But I Wrong, you never looked back once you left, and you didn’t even think about it once, and there is a younger brother who is older and younger!”

"I never regarded Yinjianmen and Seven Killing Battalion as my masters." Jing Hong chased.

"...Indeed, you never called me Junior Brother either. From your point of view, it's a muddy quagmire, full of beasts and monsters that are neither human nor ghost! You managed to re-live your life as a 'human' Of course, you have to cherish yourself and the master you are attached to, why are you willing to take the risk and come back to save me?" Fuyin cried sharply.

Jing Hongzhui looked at him with strange eyes, as if in front of him was not a companion and rival whom he had known for seven years, but an unreasonable stranger.He showed an incredible expression: "I can escape, why can't you?

"What obligation do I have to go back to save you and save others? When you hear the order, you will stab the blade into my chest?

"If I lost in the 'Gu fight', would you take the risk of offending the camp owner and intercede for me?

"Ask yourself, if you Fuyin escaped, would you come back and save me?"

I will... no, I won't!If I can break free from the nightmare at that time, even if everyone in the world dies, I will not go back... Fuyin's body trembled, and his thoughts became confused, but he still said forcefully: "But even if I escape, you He also refuses to take him in, and he doesn’t even want to have anything to do with me.”

Jing Hong tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile: "Why should I have anything to do with you?

"You have the person you want to protect the most, and that is yourself.

"And so do I. As long as I am alive and able to hold a sword, I will never put him in danger. As you said, I was once a beast, a monster, and finally became a man. How can I let him go?" Other beasts and monsters approaching him?"

The last gleam in Fuyin's eyes was completely swallowed by the thick darkness.

The darkness settled to the extreme, turning into blood-like viscous and foul.

Fuyin slowly pulled out a spike-like short sword from the crane bone flute. His face was pale, his pupils were like blood, like a ghost driven by hatred and obsession, "Old rules, those who win walk away, those who lose die .”