Tian Tong Xiao Xiao Le (Part 3)

"Kneel down—"

The Jinyiwei commander kicked Su Ziguang in the leg, making him kneel down.

Another Jinyiwei quickly stripped off the man's shirt, revealing his clean chest. The people watching couldn't help but think of a pig—a pig that had been shaved clean of hair and was waiting to be slaughtered.

The old emperor picked up the skinning knife with ease.

Su Ziguang cried directly: "Your Majesty! If you want to die, let me be a ghost who knows!"

The tip of the knife gestured on his chest, and the grease on his body turned the tip of the knife yellow with sweat.

The old emperor looked down and smiled lightly: "Oh, did you pee?"

In an instant, countless eyes glanced at Su Ziguang's crotch.

Su Ziguang didn't even take a breath, but the area of ​​his (pants) (crotch) that was wet became even larger.

The old emperor sneered: "When the flood came, you refused to leave, causing the flood to wash away the people's houses. When you did this, why didn't you wet the bed?"

[Huh? How did the old emperor know that he didn't? ]

[He peed! Not only did he pee, he was so scared that he had a fever at night, and he was trembling for a long time before he suppressed his fear. ]

Alas -

the king and ministers of Daxia cast a look of disdain at Su Ziguang.

The smaller the courage, the bigger the things he does, right! He was so scared that he wet the bed, but he still did things that harmed others and benefited himself. Aren't you afraid that one day he will be found out?

When Su Ziguang heard the old emperor talk about the flood, he shuddered all over, but also felt a sense of relief, as if all his strength had been drained away. Su Ziguang collapsed and closed his eyes: "Your Majesty really knows. In this case, I have nothing to say."

"You have nothing to say, but I do have something to ask."

The old emperor looked at him: "Su Ziguang, the food for six thousand acres of land, Can you finish it and use it all?"

Su Ziguang laughed at himself: "If you can't finish it, most of it will be stored in the warehouse and sold when it is almost stale. The money earned from selling it will be spent without restraint - Your Majesty, have you ever heard of 'Hun Yang Mo Hu'? It is a whole roasted lamb, and then a goose is placed inside the lamb. After it is roasted, all the lamb meat is thrown away, and only the goose meat with the taste of lamb is eaten."

"It's hard to sell the meat that I can't finish eating, but I feel bad if I give it away for free, so I have to feed it to the dogs. There are several greedy dogs at home who have been starved to death. When they die, I buy new dogs and use their carcasses to make dog meat hotpot. Strangely enough, seeing the dogs at home starving makes me feel extremely satisfied."

When Su Ziguang said this, a slightly morbid expression appeared on his face.

The deputy commander of the Central Army loved his dog like his life. Seeing this, he pushed the guards aside, rolled up his sleeves and raised his arms to reward Su Ziguang with a big slap in the face.

Xu Yanmo was shocked: [Why reward him! He is so perverted, maybe he enjoys being punched! 】

The deputy commander-in-chief of the Central Army nearly dislocated his arm because of the sudden stop - fortunately, at a very low angle and distance, he did not see the arm suddenly brake.

【Huh? Why did you stop fighting after raising it for such a long time? 】

The deputy commander-in-chief of the Central Army wanted to curse.

Guess why I stopped fighting? If I hit him and that bastard looks like he is enjoying it, I will vomit up the food I had eaten the previous night!

So he looked at the old emperor eagerly: Your Majesty, please help me out! The

old emperor glared at him and said: "Get out of the way, you beat him to death with your fists, how can I peel off his skin!"

As soon as these words came out, several people at the table collapsed again. Only the deputy commander of the Central Army laughed and put down his arms: "Your Majesty is right, I am still waiting to see you skinned!"

After saying that, he did not forget to spit on Su Ziguang's face: "Bah! Beast!" Su

Ziguang was in a daze, and did not try to dodge, but just knelt there with his shoulders hunched. The tip of the old emperor's knife rotated on Su Ziguang's chest, piercing the flesh. This move made most people at the table sweat. Really, really want to skin me in court? Xu Yanmiao: [Come to think of it, that prefect was also a good official, why didn't he report Su Ziguang's case to the court? ] [Fuck! He reported it, but it was tampered with? ! ] The knife stopped again. [Hey, is it the Minister Jia Cao? 】 【This... I always feel that even if the Jinyiwei finds evidence, the old emperor might still protect the person? 】 【The fact that Jia Cao has been by his side as a minister for fourteen years means that the old emperor trusts him very much - Wow! This man is the old emperor's adopted son! 】 Cao'er? The old emperor's pupils suddenly shrank, and when he subconsciously recalled the person, his memory was full of Jia Cao's round and fat figure and shy smile. In addition, because he did not receive a good education when he was a child, even when he grew up and became an official, he still spoke with a hometown accent. How could it be? ! He almost instinctively: Is there any misunderstanding? 【Oh, there is no bloody hidden story. It's just because Su Ziguang used to be attached to him, so he helped. 】 【It just so happened that he was very good at calligraphy, especially at imitating other people's handwriting, so he simply rewrote a memorial, deleted the complaint, and only reported the disaster. The Yangzhou prefect waited and waited but received no response from the court. He mistakenly thought that the court was covering up the matter, so he could only swallow his anger. 】 Prime Minister Dou - the officials who were closer to the emperor at the scene saw the emperor slowly close his eyes after being silent. What they didn't see, but only Emperor Tiantong could feel, was the burning heat in his body that was almost burning him to death. His heart seemed to be burning, beating very violently, and he even had the illusion that it was alive and couldn't wait to burst his body. He suddenly remembered his young adopted son holding the copper plate he gave him, lying next to the white-bearded old man selling candied haws, watching people string six hawthorns into a string. He suddenly remembered when he was wandering in the past and witnessed with his own eyes the people who lost their loved ones after the flood, with tears on their faces, numbly grabbing the small fish and shrimps left on the mud and rocks, either to fill their stomachs or to exchange for food. Xu Yanmiao's worried voice came: [If we can't treat everyone equally...will the intimidation effect be greatly reduced?] The evening mist has not yet dissipated, the birdsong from far and near is slowly fading away, and the bloody smell after the blade pierced the flesh is unusually obvious. In the memory, the little fish and shrimps jumping in the mud were so stubborn and bright. Emperor Tiantong opened his eyes and looked at Su Ziguang. He was so calm that he only asked one question: "Who helped you hide this important event?"

Su Ziguang was stunned, so stunned that he could hardly hear his own heartbeat, and just stared blankly at the book in the emperor's hand.

His Majesty asked this... Did the Imperial Guards already find out the truth and test whether he was still resisting, or did the Imperial Guards fail to find out, so they wanted to trick him into giving an answer?

Or... His Majesty knew that it was his adopted son who did it, and he asked in a seemingly fair and square manner, but in fact he was hinting that he should remove Minister Jia?

Just as he was in a storm of thoughts, he heard His Majesty's voice again, cold and emotionless: "Do you think I know?"

Su Ziguang said nothing, and knocked his head hard: "It's Jia Cao! It's your Majesty's adopted son, Minister Jia!"

All the non-Beijing officials were shocked.

The officials in the capital realized it later and quickly followed suit.

Only a few people were silent.

One was Xu Yanmiao, one was Prime Minister Dou, and the other was the silent Emperor Tiantong.

*

The room was filled with the smell of food, the smell of bright red sheep's blood, and the sticky and dull smell mixed with heavy breathing.

The voice of Emperor Tiantong seemed to have no effect: "Mao Zheng."

The commander of the Jinyiwei bowed: "I am here."

"Send someone to capture the minister Jia Cao, take off his black gauze hat, and take away his official seal..."

"Yes."

"And..." The face of Emperor Tiantong was very cold, and he didn't seem to care at all that this was his adopted son with a lot of affection: "Behead, kill, and execute!"

Even the commander of the Jinyiwei paused for a moment.

But he quickly responded, "Yes!"

and then turned and walked out.

Before he left, he heard a sentence: "The body was sent here." The commander of the Jinyiwei had his heartbeat faster.

Jia Cao's mansion was far away in the capital, but the Jinyiwei rode at full speed and soon arrived.

A team of Jinyiwei rushed into Jia's mansion in a dignified manner.

First there was a loud noise, as if someone was hit or beaten, and many objects fell to the ground. Then there

were shouting and cursing sounds coming from the high-walled courtyard, one after another, and no one knew what was going on inside. But after a "bang" of a gunshot, everything returned to silence.

After all this, it was already the next morning when Jia Cao's body and head were placed before the old emperor.

The head was very ugly, with eyes wide open, as if he was unwilling to believe until his death that his adoptive father, to whom he had great affection, would suddenly attack him.

The deputy commander of the Central Army took a deep breath and held his buttocks: "It's over..."

The deputy commander of the Front Army was terrified: "Yes... It's over, His Majesty can even kill his adopted son, this..."

The deputy commander of the Central Army: "No, I mean, I feel like having diarrhea." The deputy

commander of the Front Army: "..."

The deputy commander of the Front Army was very angry: "Hold it! Otherwise, His Majesty will want to kill people!"

The deputy commander of the Central Army was so angry that he could only look at His Majesty's back, which was almost hidden in the dark, and silently hoped that the matter would end quickly.

At this moment, the back suddenly turned, and everyone could see that the emperor's eyes were red, red and scary.

Almost at the same time, there was a "click" sound, and the skinning knife was heavily inserted into the table.

Emperor Tiantong picked up the list on the table and grinned: "Come on--"

"Let's continue."

All the officials present, whether they were officials in the capital or retired officials, immediately trembled.

Your Majesty even killed his adopted son. If he finds out something else, what else would he not dare to kill or not kill?

The list was wrinkled, and the emperor's voice was murderous: "Next."

"The fifth one."

*

Many days later, in the distant Yangzhou, several teams of soldiers stepped into the home of the local tyrant Su, and then, the incident of confiscation of property and extermination of the family that shocked Yangzhou began to break out.

Soldiers rushed in from not only the Su family, but also the local wealthy families of Zhao, Ding, and Zhang. Rice was knocked over from the table, and boots flattened the rice grains. The fat and greasy red-roasted meat was limp, and ochre soup was all over the ground. The rebels were killed on the spot.

Countless ruffians, beggars, residents, old men, wives, young ladies, and young men, as well as the most informed waiters from various shops, watched the arrest of the "Ten Clans" not far away. They crowded together, spoke in Mandarin, and discussed the matter in a heated manner.