Jiang Qing

Zhao Zhen sat on the dragon chair, looking down at the courtiers who were paying homage to His Highness, his gloomy eyes wandering back and forth among them.

Neat official uniforms, kneeling obediently, but Zhao Zhen seemed to be able to see through their skins and see the filth in their hearts.

From back to front, he corresponded to the names on the list one by one, and made a statement in his head automatically.

Chen Guang, the grain and grass transport supervisor, tampered with the military rations sent to the Northland, delayed the delivery time, and burned the grain and grass.

Yushitai Jian Rong and Lu Xi——the first to propose Mei Shao's rebellion, saying that Bai Bingchen was his accomplice, and they drove the direction of the court, and they climbed in front of the palace.

What is the hope of the doctor of the Ministry of War-hidden the Northland Military Intelligence Report, deliberately cutting off the connection between Pingdu and the Northland.

Wai Lang Jinzhong, a member of the household department—fakes the handwriting of Bai Bingchen and Mei Shao, and forges letters and water transportation accounts as false evidence to bring down Mei Shao and Bai Bingchen.

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Zhao Zhen looked over one by one, and many of the faces that he hadn't noticed, which were unclear at the end of the ministers, were deeply engraved in Zhao Zhen's mind today. Not everyone can come to the court to play right, they are like mice in the gutter, secretly hiding in Zhao Zhen's court, each of them only occupies a small position, but connected one by one, they become A large shadow that shrouded Li Guo and finally forced Bai Bingchen to death.

The filth and filth in the imperial court was difficult to clean, so Zhao Zhen kept his eyes on the most threatening Fudi Pavilion, forgetting the reason why the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by ant nests.Zhao Zhen had to admit that the vain name of the gods would indeed make people fearful, but Li Guoke's internal erosion was subtle. These little bugs that he once dismissed became the last straw that crushed him.

For a long time, he slowly rested his eyes on the man in the red lotus official uniform in the palace—Cao Bai, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Minister of Rites in the former Emperor's period, Bai Bingchen's first teacher in his official career, Zhao Zhen almost gave an order The elders of the two dynasties who bestowed his daughter in marriage to Bai Bingchen also gathered these dirt together and used Zhang Jiudai as a shield to conspire against Li Guo's military and government.

Zhao Zhen worked hard, and the paper in his palm was slightly wrinkled by him. His name was in the list left by Bai Bingchen, but he was the only one who hesitated when he paused to write, and even marked it after his name. "uncertain" people.

Zhao Zhen didn't know if Bai Bingchen really doubted him, or if he couldn't believe that he, who was also a master and father, was behind all the plans, so he froze a little when he wrote.

But no matter what, this was supposed to be the scene where they celebrated the curfew together and punished traitors, but Bai Bingchen couldn't see it.

The ministers had knelt for a long time, but after shouting "Long live", they could not get a response from the emperor, so they could only kneel peacefully, unaware that the emperor's eyes had scanned them several times sharply.

"Your Majesty..." The little eunuch beside him reminded in a low voice, but Zhao Zhen suddenly turned his head, his ruthless gaze almost piercing him carefully.

Inevitably, the moment the little eunuch uttered his voice, Zhao Zhen thought of Fushun and Shuangxi, the pair of master and apprentice who had been placed beside him by Cao Bai'an, where the little eunuch was standing now, and Fushun personally took it The poisoned wine went down and was handed to Bai Bingchen...

The scene of that day was like an inescapable nightmare, replaying in Zhao Zhen's mind over and over again, no matter day or night, no matter where he was, occupying his brain between his breaths , is unavoidable at all.

Forcefully ordering himself to calm down, Zhao Zhen's forehead seeped cold sweat, retracted his words about eating people, regained his composure, and said flatly: "Be flat."

All the courtiers got up from the ground in relief, and before they had time to stand still, a man rushed in from outside the hall, wrapped in blood, staining the two rows of courtiers from front to back, kneeling and shouting: "Your Majesty! !plum……"

Before he could finish his sentence, a lazy voice chuckled into the hall.

"Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for a long time." A red dress staggered out from the gate of the palace, and Mei Shao wore a sword loosely. She didn't pay homage or salute, and just walked among the ministers.

Zhao Zhen looked at him with a complicated expression, his eyes paused slightly when they touched the tablet he was holding in his arms, his throat seemed to be choked up, and he couldn't make a sound.

He looked at Zhao Zhen with a smile, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked from left to right, from the faces of the courtiers one after another, and finally smiled lightly, and said: "I didn't have a colleague to appreciate the face of the minister's wedding banquet. Called into the palace by His Majesty."

Mei Shao walked up to the speech officer Jian Rong, stared at him for a while, then put his shoulders on him, pulled him out of the crowd, and said with a slight smile: "Master Jian's words are sharp, It's my fault that I seldom pay attention to Master Jian, and I should make an apology for inviting you to a wedding wine today."

Jian Rong was dragged out by him, her complexion had changed a few times, and she forced herself to speak loudly: "Mei Shao, you dare to go up to the palace with disheveled clothes and a sword, this is simply an act of deceiving the emperor, you... cough……"

Before he finished speaking, Mei Shao grabbed his hair suddenly, picked up the wine jar and grabbed his neck to pour it in. The strong wine almost ran straight down his throat.

"Hmm—" Jian Rong covered his neck, knelt down on the golden hall, and coughed violently. He struggled desperately, but Mei Shao held down his hands and feet, and poured his life into it.

The faces of the surrounding officials had changed, and Lu Xi, who was also the speaker, scolded: "Mei Shao! Are you going to kill the courtiers in the court hall! In front of His Majesty, you are simply treason! It's treason!"

Mei Shao let go, as if reminded by him, grabbed the empty wine jar and slowly straightened up, raised an eyebrow at him, "Punish the courtiers?"

He smiled brightly, and with a bang, the entire wine jar fell on Jian Rong's head. Jian Rong only had time to whimper twice, and then fell to the ground. He moved like a stranded fish, dying. Twice, then the neck tilted, and there was no movement.

The gushing blood flowed slowly, and flowed to Lu Xi's feet. As soon as the blood touched his toes, he felt as if he had been scalded. He took two steps back, his legs were limp, and his voice was not as loud as before. Imposing, said tremblingly: "Rebellious minister...Rebellious minister..."

Seeing that Mei Shao really made a move in front of everyone, Zhao Zhen was also startled, and then warned sharply: "Mei Qing!"

"Your Majesty, I'm just slipping my hand." Mei Shao smiled and pulled out the Qingshuang Sword, and took a step towards the crowd. All the ministers exclaimed in surprise and dodged indiscriminately like birds and beasts. Mei Shao grabbed Lu Xi straight away. The officer's hat was lifted and thrown onto Jian Rong's warm corpse, and he was forced to lift his head by his hair, exposing his fragile neck like killing a chicken.

Under the fear of death, Lu Xi, a powerless civil servant, had the guts to thrash and struggle in Mei Shao's hands, desperately trying to break free.

A cold object lay across his neck, Lu Xi didn't dare to move for a moment, and a mournful cry came from his chest, "Your Majesty!"

"Mei Shao!" Zhao Zhen "Teng—" stood up from the dragon chair, "Even if the subject is guilty, you can't do it without permission. How can the court allow you to be so presumptuous!"

Zhao Zhen's voice was sharp, three points angry, more anxious and warning.

"Then what did His Majesty do in the court hall!" Mei Shao raised his head, the hatred in his eyes wished to swallow him up, he looked into Zhao Zhen's eyes, gritted his teeth and asked, "Before I left, how did Your Majesty agree?" Minister? Does Your Majesty dare to say it again in front of all the ministers now?"

"Mei Shao! Are you threatening His Majesty?"

"Mei Shao, the crime of rebelling against the emperor, his heart can be punished!"

Scolding voices came to him from all directions, but Mei Shao didn't seem to hear him, staring at Zhao Zhen, as if he wanted an answer from him.

Zhao Zhen clenched his palms so painfully, his expression under the crown was obscured by the bead curtain.

After a long time, Mei Shao didn't wait for a reply, he laughed at himself, moved his wrist slightly, and blood burst on his fingertips.

Lu Xi's eyes widened, he covered his neck, and fell down slowly, with an unknown sound coming from his throat.

Mei Shao moved his head and showed a cruel smile at Zhao Zhen. He wiped his blood-stained face indiscriminately and said with a grin: "Your Majesty, we should have such a relationship a long time ago. It's just in the middle." It took a detour, but there was still time."

All the ministers froze in shock, there was no movement in the hall for a while, only his voice echoed, knocking on Zhao Zhen's heart.

It seems that they have stripped off the coats of the monarchs and ministers in the past few years, and they meet again naked. When Mei Shao first returned to the capital, what kind of thoughts he had in mind to cooperate with Zhao Zhen, Zhao Zhen had a clear mind Chu and Mei Shao also knew in their hearts that they were playing games with each other knowingly, and they all knew that there would be a day when tit for tat and swords would meet. The friendship between the monarch and his ministers has grown, but now that Bai Bingchen is dead, everything should return to the original way.

Mei Shao slowly raised the Qingshuang Sword in her hand, pointing the bloody sword tip at Zhao Zhen.

The officials finally realized that someone stood in front of his sword and cursed: "Mei Shao, are you trying to kill the king?"

"Imperial Forest Army! Garrison Army! Help!" The random shouts sounded, but they couldn't cover Mei Shao's mocking voice.

He yelled a few more times, but there was still no movement outside the hall. The courtier who yelled "Help you" first also realized the problem, and said with a pale face, "You...you have already..."

As if to prove what he said was true, Mei Shao yelled, "Chu Yan! Keep an eye on His Majesty's palace, and don't let anyone out!"

Just against the wall of the palace door, Chu Yan's voice came in, "Yes."

Mei Shao smiled and dragged out the person who yelled the loudest just now, kicked him on the knee, forcing Jin Zhong to kneel down, "Why don't you yell, keep yelling!"

He pressed the palm of Jin Zhong's hand, and the sharp point of the sword rested between his index finger and middle finger, and whispered in his ear: "I heard that Mr. Jin is good at Danqing, and everyone in the world can't learn enough characters. Learned my handwriting on purpose? Just imitating handwriting, how can it be enough? How about I teach adults by myself?"

The cold sword edge skimmed over Jin Zhong's fingers, like a poisonous snake circling around the base of his fingers, Mei Shao's beautiful eyebrows were just at the corner of his eyes, but Jin Zhong didn't dare to turn his head to take a look.

He watched Mei Shao kill two people in the Golden Palace with his own eyes, and the Imperial Forest Army and the Garrison Army were obviously under control. His life and death really only depended on Mei Shao's thought.

"My lord...Master Mei..." Jin Zhong was so frightened that his voice was trembling, "I was ordered...I am..."

He quickly glanced in Cao Bai's direction, then swallowed, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "As long as you... can spare my life... I will tell you everything... I will tell you everything you……"

"Okay." Mei Shao frowned, and let go of his hand for a moment. Before Jin Zhong could catch his breath, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a mournful cry came from his throat—Mei Shao didn't even blink his eyes. Lost his middle finger, then index finger, thumb...

Jin Zhong watched his fingers fall to the ground one by one, his eyes were blurred, and Mei Shao's devilish voice could be vaguely heard in his ears, "I seem to have cut it wrong, sir, you write with your left hand, right? "

Jin Zhong was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, Mei Shao shook off the blood sticking to his hand mountain in disgust, as if he thought it was too troublesome to cut one by one, so this time he cut off the whole palm directly along his left wrist.

"Ah——" Jin Zhong screamed, crawling in the direction outside the hall in vain, blood from severed fingers and palms dragged along the traces of his crawling, Mei Shao didn't stop him, after he climbed a few steps, bent over The waist cut off the soles of his feet.

Mei Shao followed behind him step by step like a life-threatening impermanence, and Jin Zhong's body was broken piece by piece all the way to the entrance of the hall. He barely propped up his upper body and stretched out his hand to catch the light outside the hall. , and was blocked by a shadow in an instant.

Mei Shao looked at him condescendingly, moved his wrist, and murmured to the outside of the hall, "It's really hard to cut people with a sword."

Chu Yan silently handed over the long knife at his waist, Mei Shao took it with one hand, aimed at Jin Zhong's neck and chopped it down, blood spattered everywhere, and Jin Zhong's head rolled down the steps with a rumble.

Holding a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, Mei Shao stood outside the palace door to block the light outside. The dark color outlined his tall and terrifying figure, and it was hard to tell whether the blood red all over his body was his true color or blood stains.

"It was the rebel minister who forgot that the palace door was still open, which surprised His Majesty." Mei Shao stood against the light and said in a deep voice, "Close the palace door and light a candle."

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