armyinform Chapter 40 Visit
Chapter 40 Visit
The officials retreated, and Ke Zhao followed Wuji to the imperial study.
Wuji sat down on the seat and asked Ke Zhao: "What did you ask me to grant you?"
Ke Zhao curled his lips secretly, and he knew that Wuji didn't hear it at all.
"Floods in the south of the Yangtze River have caused food shortages. I invite you to deal with this matter."
Wuji felt a little surprised: "At the beginning, you asked to be a Beijing official, why did you want to run away? But your family's influence in the south of the Yangtze River can be of great use. If you are willing to go, I will rest assured."
Ke Zhao said with a smile: "If this matter is handled well, can you give me a reward, Your Majesty?"
I knew this guy was playing tricks, and Wuji was not a stingy emperor.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
"Chen—I want Yitian Sword."
Slightly surprised, Wuji said: "But the Yitian sword has been broken."
Although he didn't know why the sword was broken, Ke Zhao still said, "Even if it's a broken sword, I still want it."
Wuji frowned: "What do you want to do with the broken sword? There are still many precious swords in the Treasure Pavilion."
Ke Zhao replied reluctantly: "Of course, of course it was used to please Mo Qixia." He muttered softly: "He must have hated me very much back then, you clearly said that you would kill his acupoints—"
Wuji Longyan was slightly angry: "Shut up, you still dare to tell me about the past, if you are not too incompetent, even the Seventh Master Uncle can't stand it, how could I?"
Touching the place on his chest where he was stabbed, Wuji held back his anger: "Don't bring that up again, if it wasn't for your elder brother giving Mingjiao so much help, I would have killed you a long time ago."
Although he didn't know what was going on with him, Ke Zhao was still so frightened that he knelt down on the ground.
Wuji looked at his shivering appearance, and sighed: "Forget about the past. Since you want to go to Jiangnan, you should start now. Leave early, the people in Jiangnan are waiting for the court's relief. This matter If the matter is handled well, I will naturally be rewarded. If it is not handled well, don't blame me for not looking at your elder brother's face."
Ke Zhao stood up and said, "I will leave." He bowed his waist respectfully at ninety degrees, and walked out the door backwards.
Today's memorial has been submitted by the old eunuch, Wuji picked up the top one and read it several times, but he didn't take a single word into his heart, he didn't know what it said.
The old eunuch watched him staring at the memorial and reading a cup of tea, and the ink-soaked pen hung for a long time without falling.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
"Ah? Hmm. What's the matter? What time is it?"
"It's time now. The slave wants to ask if you want to go out for a walk, or, first, deal with the assassin last night?"
Wuji stood up: "Yes, the assassin. Let's go, you follow me to see if the assassin has become more honest after being put in prison."
Putting the memorial aside, Wuji walked towards the dungeon with big strides.
The coldest place in the palace is the Lenggong, where the concubine who was neglected by the emperor was locked up in the Lenggong, and the colorful phoenix that used to be on the branch ended up worse than ordinary palace people.
If you can think about it, don't fight or fight, live quietly in the cold palace, and give the monthly statutes to the guards, so that you can avoid suffering.
More people went mad inside and killed.Why not die?They were deprived of even the right to die, and from the moment they entered the palace, these women became dolls that could be discarded at any time.
In the entire imperial palace, the place that is more cruel and less human than the cold palace is the dungeon in the palace.
Every stone wall is splashed with dark red traces, dark and damp.Rats and reptiles walked around recklessly, the cell door was like a deep hungry mouth, licking and rubbing his rusty teeth, eager to swallow guilty or innocent prisoners.
It was empty now, and even so, there seemed to be a mournful cry in the air whenever the wind blew through the vents.A series of scratches were left on the wall, reminding those who came later what happened here.
Prison guards are a group of transparent people, they will neither offend nor please the prisoners, and carefully ignore conscience and sympathy.Just like handcuffs and shackles, they are also a torture tool, only more ruthless and frightening.They can obey orders from above without hesitation and twist off a child's head, then wipe the blood off their hands and go about their normal lives.
Qingshu was carried into this dungeon, and after conveying the emperor's insistence, the guards left.Assassinating the emperor must be a capital crime, so the prison envoy specially picked a "shangjian" to entertain him.
This cell is at the end of the dungeon, and it used to be used to hold special prisoners.There are thick stone walls on all sides, there is no window, and there is a gap. The sunlight seems to be rejected, and the entrance to here cannot be found.In a corner abandoned by warmth and light, there is only a dim oil lamp in the tightly sealed room, flickering on and off, flickering with difficulty.
Qingshu was discarded in the cell, and with a "bang", the cell door was locked and locked.
He lay there, and it took him a long time to wake up from the coma.Opening his eyes, he found that he had been locked up, his whole body was in pain, his head was hurting like it was going to explode, his lower body was covered with scars, and he was so numb that he lost his intuition.
With the help of the dim light, his eyes gradually got used to it, and Qing Shu saw clearly the situation he was in.
There was thick straw under his body, the air was damp and stagnant, and cold and stagnant. At his feet, a rag of rags was piled up as a bedding, exuding a disgusting sour smell.
He tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't.His hands were tied to the wall by handcuffs with chains. He could only keep lying on the bed, and it was impossible for him to even sit up.
A mouse wandered out and squeaked twice beside him. After realizing that he could not threaten him at all, he called his companions to get into the haystack to keep warm.
The remaining liquid from last night flowed out bit by bit from his honey hole, Qing Shu lay there dejectedly, lying quietly, like a floating corpse soaked in the liquid.
Suddenly, he slammed his head on the straw under his body, struggled with his hands, and the iron chain made a rattling sound.
"Why? Why? Why!"
He roared angrily. He hated Zhang Wuji more than once, just because Zhou Zhiruo liked Zhang Wuji instead of himself.This time, only this time, he hated Zhang Wuji because of his own reasons, and he hated Zhang Wuji so deeply, he didn't even know that he could hate someone so deeply.
The iron chain is made of special materials, even if dozens of people pull it out together, it may not be loose in the slightest.Qing Shu struggled for a while, sweating profusely, lay there helplessly, staring at the top of his head in a daze.
Exhaustion made him a little dizzy, and he wanted to sleep, and fell asleep quietly.
Suddenly, a thin voice announced the end of the silence: "The emperor is here!"
Qing Shu frowned, staring at the door with all his attention, his muscles tensed up.
A pair of apricot gold silk jade boots appeared outside the cell door, a hand with a white jade finger puller pushed open the cell door, Wuji lowered his head slightly and walked in.
"You all go outside the dungeon, no one will be allowed in until I get out."
Everyone led the order, and the prison doors were closed layer by layer.
Wuji wasn't quite used to the darkness here, walked to Qing Shu's side, and sat down on the haystack.
Qing Shu's complexion is not very good, his lips are a little dry and cracked, his cheeks are covered with unhealthy blush, his body is already very weak, the excessive loss of body fluid last night made him a little weak at the moment, not to mention his body Also injured.
Wuji held his wrist, felt Qing Shu's pulse, he had a high fever.He hesitantly stretched out his hand to Qing Shu's thigh, Qing Shu looked at him with wide eyes.
Wuji thought for a moment, retracted his hand, took out the key that the prison envoy presented him just now, and removed the iron shackles from Qingshu's hand.
Qingshu punched out instantly, Wuji wrapped his fist around his fist, twisted, forcing him to turn around, then took advantage of the momentum to push him down, lying on the bed.
Qing Shu gritted his teeth and used all his strength to resist regardless of the pain, his joints made noises.Wuji was afraid that he would hurt himself, so he directly touched his acupuncture points, taking away his strength.
Qing Shu's voice hasn't improved yet, he is still too hoarse to speak, otherwise he would have yelled at Zhang Wuji long ago.
"Don't move around, let me see your injury, I did too much last night."
He gently opened Qing Shu's crotch, the entrance of Qing Shu's there had become red and swollen, Wuji tried to put his fingers in, the swollen flesh made it very difficult to enter.
It's hurt like this on the outside, but it's not sure what will happen on the inside, Wuji felt a little pain in his heart, and slowly pulled out his hand, trying to avoid hurting Qingshu as much as possible.He felt a little guilty about last night's absurdity, he softened his tone, and wanted to beg Qing Shu's forgiveness, but Qing Shu's hateful eyes scattered his pity.
There is some pain, but also some helplessness, no matter what I do, you will hate me.Since this is the case, then—why do I still love you?
Reining in his mind, Wuji once again put on an inscrutable expression on his face, he put his hands on Qingshu's body and stroked back and forth, his eyes flickered with an inexplicable light: "Do you just hate my touch so much?"
Qing Shu closed his eyes in resistance, since he couldn't let him go, he would rather pretend he couldn't see him and ignore him.
The sense of distance made Wuji feel so oppressed that it was hard to breathe. He was so close, and he already possessed him, but he still felt that he was not his own. WwW, the more 1 Wuji wants to force Qing Shu to give up this idea.The more Qingshu wanted to push him away, he whispered in Qingshu's ear, "Lian hasn't enjoyed enough yet, why don't seniors just lie here obediently and wait, Lian wants to leave for a while, It's going to be fast, even faster than your fears." That's what broke you.I'll come back to see you.rest assured.