Broken Iron Clothes

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The two sharp knives fell to the ground together. Amid the clanging sound, Lu Tianrui personally led a team of imperial troops and surrounded the group of people heavily.

Tao Deren spat thick blood from his mouth, grinning wildly, but was knocked out by someone's palm and dragged down.

Yuan Mucheng didn't care about the other side, and only focused on touching Jiang Shiqing in his arms, but found a silver needle that was caught between his fingers at some point in his hand.

"Afraid that I won't come?" Yuan Mucheng whispered.

Jiang Shiqing seemed to have something on his mind, so he didn't say a word. Yuan Mucheng couldn't hear the answer, so he lowered his eyes to find the man's eyes, and after seeing some relief, he put the finger in his palm and stroked it with peace of mind.

Lu Tianrui stepped forward to salute and said, "The escort of my ministers is late."

Just now that the lingering fear had passed, Liu Zhaoyu's face became colder, his brows and eyes were furious, and he had a rare dignified appearance. He raised his hand to silence, and asked, "How is the matter going?"

Lu Tianrui said: "Your Majesty, all 120 Sand Snakes have been handed over to the Criminal and Prison Department, and they are now being guarded by the Guards of the Ministry of War.

Liu Zhaoyu waved away the guards in front of him, and after ordering Feng Ruoping to be released, he slowly walked towards that side.

"Yi Zhonghou, what else do you have to say?"

Feng Ruoping's expression changed slightly, he turned his wrist and took two steps forward, and said, "What does your majesty want me to say?"

Because of these two steps, the surrounding sharp arrows were set up decisively, with the momentum of a thousand arrows, all pointing directly at Feng Ruoping.

It was a cloudy day, and the cool breeze fell on the sharp arrowhead. Seeing this situation, all the ministers held their breath like a tight bowstring, not daring to move.

Feng Ruoping paused, Liu Zhaoyu looked at him for a moment, and said in a compelling voice: "In addition to the case of Wei Ningzhan nine years ago, Yi Zhonghou also privately used the insiders to enter the court, and colluded with the empress dowager. Wei Xubing, Minister of the Ministry of Justice Cui Cheng, Minister of the Ministry of Justice Peng Yan and others successively committed the assassination case, the case of King Yin's falling from a horse, the case of Lichen Temple, the case of arson in the Yellow Book Library, and they even collaborated with the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, Ambassador Yu Si, etc. People embezzled and resold military rations, and used the power cultivated by the party in Dali for many years to build a channel between the city and Shengzhou to transport money and use it to support the army privately. Am I right?"

In the solemnity, Feng Ruoping suddenly laughed a few times, and there was no need to argue when he spoke: "Liu Zhaoyu, I underestimated you, you seem to be controlled by Feng and Yan these years, but in fact you are using our mutual struggle to seek balance, I can sit in a peaceful world without any effort, but you are clever but you are mistaken by your cleverness."

He raised his arms and paced on the spot, turning slowly twice. He closed his eyes quietly enjoying the victory conceived in his mind, and opened his arms to welcome his own world, pretentious.

"Don't you want to check and balance? As much power as the Yan family has cultivated over the years, I, Feng Ruoping, have as much power, and even more! Do you think that the Queen Mother's surname is Yan, so the country can be kept in your own hands? My Feng family's power has been poached. In the end, your Dali and your Jacheng are only half empty shells left.

"If the Weiming army that entered the palace fails to return to the Shengzhou camp on time, General Yanhua will definitely raise his troops. So what if there is no King Yin, the battle will continue to be fought, and the power will be seized by us as usual, but it is up to Dali to change his surname in the future thing."

He smiled and raised his arms to cheer: "The wind destroys the rain—your country, Liu Zhaoyu, is about to be overturned!"

Feng Ruoping was immersed in the self-imposed joy for a long while, but in a blink of an eye, he saw Liu Zhaoyu standing with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, and the arrogance in his heart was slapped on the head.

When he was hesitating, he heard Liu Zhaoyu say lightly: "Then what if most of the military rations stored in the western region are burned before the Weiming army returns to the Shengzhou camp?"

Most of them were burnt down, which meant that the military supplies in the western region were difficult to replenish, and Feng Han had to postpone the movement of troops. In this way, Dali would have enough time to send troops from Jacheng or King Xunjingping to send Xuanhe troops to fight.

Hearing this, Jiang Shiqing raised his eyes and looked directly at Liu Zhaoyu's back, feeling stunned.

He and Yuan Mucheng only received the news of the confession bureau set up by Liu Zhaoyu yesterday. Although Yan Youqian also went to Yemen Village to ask about Tao Deren's family, Jiang Shiqing reckoned that the case of Wei Ningzhan would come to fruition in the near future. , but it still feels sudden.I thought Yuan Mucheng would rush to the western region to fight after today, but Liu Zhaoyu had already made preparations.

Feng Ruoping was also unexpected, so he could only smile stiffly with the corners of his mouth pulled: "Liu Zhaoyu, you are so vicious."

Liu Zhaoyu smiled slightly and said: "Since the Weiming army has given birth to dissent, they cannot be counted as the people of Dali. I don't need to worry too much."

There was a muffled sound, and suddenly he heard someone's knees fall to the ground behind him. Liu Zhaoyu turned his head and saw Liu Zhaobi kneeling with his eyes downcast.

"Your Majesty, the Weiming Army is far away in the Shengzhou Camp, and the news is blocked. They only rely on military orders. The main force in the army was trained by Feng Han. Nearly [-]% of the Weiming Army transferred from the Governor's Mansion and the Ministry of War to the Shengzhou Camp are The people brought up by the former general of the governor's mansion will inevitably listen to slander and follow Feng Han's orders.

"Feng Han has had an affair with Damo for several years, killing the lives of the people in the two states, but lied to the Weiming army that after a complete victory, the new emperor will negotiate with Damo to redefine the border and jointly create a peaceful and prosperous world. The Weiming army was deceived by him, mistakenly thinking that they could exchange for Dali's peace in the future. I don't know how many wars Feng Han will cause in Dali to satisfy his ambition. I hope His Majesty will show mercy to the Weiming Army who voluntarily surrendered in the future."

The former General of the Governor's Mansion was Liu Zhaoye's man, so those who were transferred from his subordinates to the Weiming Army would have accumulated resentment towards Liu Zhaoyu because of the incident of falling into the river, and after being instigated by Feng Han, the resentment could be turned against him hate.

Liu Zhaoyu understood what he heard, and the rest of the people could figure out why.

His forehead was bruised, but Liu Zhaobi continued to kowtow until Liu Zhaoyu moved his toes lightly and changed direction.

Liu Zhaoyu wanted to make a promise, but Feng Ruoping raised his voice and said, "Liu Zhaobi, who are you kneeling to? Shouldn't you kneel to my uncle?"

Liu Zhaobi bowed his head in silence, and dug his fingers deeply into the soil.

Feng Ruoping stared at the man on the ground, with resentment in his eyes, a layer of redness leaked out.

He smiled coldly and said: "When you were thrown into that corner in the harem in the past, was it Liu Zhaoyu who brought you here? These years, you have been a king of Yin with no skin and no face. Digging in muddy water and plowing the fields, are you living the life of a prince? You fell off your shoulder, and who is guarding your house day and night, taking care of you like your own son? Did Liu Zhaoyu get anything for you? Son of Heaven, seeing that you are injured and don’t even fart, I’m not sure how happy I am! The reason why you, Liu Zhaobi, are worshiped and honored is not because of Liu Zhaoyu, but because of me, because of Feng Shi! You don’t remember What is your identity, but don't forget who promoted you!"

The hatred surged unceasingly, and it was difficult to express this grief with loud voices or roars. Feng Ruoping was already gnashing his teeth in anger, his voice trembling, he waved his robe angrily, and shouted: "I only regret that my sister gave birth to you such a white-eyed wolf!" Just because of your impulsiveness today, the lives of the entire Feng family and the Weiming army have been taken as fish and meat! Can you afford it?!"

Liu Zhaobi no longer bowed his head, but straightened up slowly.The mud between his fingers fell to his knees with the movement. At this time, he could not find a bit of the dignity of a prince.

Liu Zhaobi raised his indifferent eyes, looked straight at Feng Ruoping, who was almost insane, and said, "Uncle, I made a mistake. My mistake is that I failed to catch you in time. My mistake is that I should not have indulged Feng so that it led to today's I know that I am indebted to you for your kindness, and I cannot afford to pay for the lives of so many people, but today is not my impulse, it is the last time in my life to live according to my heart.

I lost my mother since I was a child, and I have no one to rely on in the harem. My father can't see me, and my brothers don't care about me, but I always remember what my husband taught me. In the end, there will be no disputes or favors, and this life will not be in vain.I don't know that everything is beyond my control, you need my surname, and more importantly, my bloodline, so you treat me like a treasure, and I think of you, no matter what requests you ask, you will respond to them one by one.But until now, I am still the prince of Dali, Liu Zhaobi. I can't just sit and watch the ruins of the Xiaoqiang and the mourning for the world you imagined. "

He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of fatigue.

"Uncle, I'm really tired."

The hands drooping by the sides twitched imperceptibly, the mud caught between the fingers seemed to turn into dripping blood, penetrated into the palm lines, and then slipped from the fingers, wetting the fingertips.

These hands can no longer be washed.

Liu Zhaobi got up slowly with his knees propped up, but his peripheral vision fell on the sharp knife that Tao Deren had just thrown on the ground. He swallowed, picked up the knife quickly and stepped back to the huge monument.

This sudden move made the officials startled in shock, Feng Ruoping was stunned at the same place, Liu Zhaoyu was also startled, he wanted to rush forward in delusion, but was immediately guarded behind him by his personal guards.

The blade reached straight to the neck, leaving a deep bloodstain on the skin. Liu Zhaobi stood upright in front of the stele, his eyes were as still as the deep sea, and he couldn't find any vitality.

He looked at the crowd and said loudly: "I, Liu Zhaobi, think that I have only raised a weapon this time in my life, but I don't know how many people's blood has been stained on my hands. Now only death can pay off. I only hope for the next life..."

Liu Zhaobi paused, he saw that the floating clouds in the blue sky had dissipated, and the sunlight poured out from there, descending on the world with a sense of holiness, but at this moment, he had no yearning for anything, and no joy to recall.

Not at all.

He let out a relieved laugh and raised his hand.

"I still don't want an afterlife."

The elbow turned suddenly, and the moment the blade cut open the throat, it was already infected with flying blood.

Jiang Shiqing looked there froze, but Yuan Mucheng stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

The blood spurted out from the broken neck, and splashed high onto the Qinghui Army's stone carving, which also stained the white candle red and extinguished the fire.

Liu Zhaobi fell to the ground, squinting his eyes and staring at the falling sunlight, a piece of crystal gradually gathered in front of his eyes. He was bathed in this holy red, as if he had been washed away from the haze and sins of this life.

Liu Zhaoyu's eyes turned red, he angrily rebuked the guards, pushed away everyone and rushed to Liu Zhaobi's side, blocking the hot blood gushing from the man's throat with his palm.

But it was useless at all, the blood filled the palm but was still gushing out.Liu Zhaoyu's lips were pale, he couldn't speak, like a child in a hurry, he could only plug the wound with his hands, but nothing could stop it.

As he was dying, Liu Zhaobi's eyes were blurred, and he tried hard to squeeze out two words from his damaged voice.

"Five...brother..."

After the words fell, the pupils gradually dilated.

Liu Zhaoyu looked into those eyes, dazed and silent for a long time.

He stretched out his hand to cover the closed eyelids behind the man's death, and replied blankly: "Brother is here."

The belated response was trembling, and Liu Zhaoyu suddenly realized that he was holding a cold corpse in his hands.

Tears poured out suddenly, and Liu Zhaoyu choked up, crying silently against the top of Liu Zhaobi's head, murmuring the same sentence vaguely.

"Brother is here."