"Ahem!" Shi Qian coughed lightly and said earnestly, "Old Zhao, as the emperor, you have everything you want, whether it's wind or rain, or women. You're so damn lucky! I envy you to death. How about we make a deal? You go to Liangshan to be a hero, and I go to the palace to be the emperor. How about that?"
"Oh!" Zhao Ji was almost crying.
"Oh! You don't look happy... Never mind. I don't want to be an emperor. Being a bandit is much more comfortable than being an emperor. I can drink wine and eat meat with big mouthfuls. It's so joyful."
Zhao Ji lowered his head, feeling uneasy, fearing he would anger this mountain king.
"...I'm not saying anything bad about you, but can't you just be your emperor? All you do is mess around all day, trying to get a piece of broken stone with holes... Oh! I almost forgot, you call that a flower stone, and the one that transports the stones is called the Flower Stone Gang, right?"
"Hmm."
"For these broken stones, you've caused the people of Jiangnan to suffer misery and forced Fang La to rebel. Countless Jiangnan civilians have been killed or injured, with corpses left exposed in the wild for thousands of miles... well, not a rooster crowed for thousands of miles."
“Hmm!”
"In your palace, there are three harems, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines. I can't even sleep with them all, and yet you're still trying to get beauties from outside the palace... Damn it! There are so many women, probably around 10,000 or 20,000, right?"
"Um... no!" Zhao Ji's face turned green. The palace could not accommodate ten or twenty thousand people.
"If not 10,000 or 20,000 people, there must be 7,000 or 8,000, 5,000 or 6,000, or 3,000 or 4,000 people."
Zhao Ji had a gloomy face and said nothing.
"Since you haven't objected, that means there are thousands of beauties in the palace... Old Zhao, with so many women in the palace, why are you still going out to whore around? Do you have any shame?"
Zhao Ji lowered his head and became furious, determined to pull out the tendons and skin the villain in front of him to relieve his hatred.
"You have neglected upright men, become close to treacherous flatterers, and indulged in vain things. You have adored sightseeing and travel, exhausting the people's energy. The ruler and his ministers have indulged in leisure and pleasure, engaged in idleness and idleness, and neglected the affairs of state..."
This is the original words from "History of Song Dynasty".
Shi Qian counted on his fingers, enumerating his sins, and talked for a whole cup of tea before taking a short break.
Just as he was considering leaving, he caught a glimpse of Wang Fu huddled to the side, and pointed at him and said, "You, come here."
Wang Fu walked over tremblingly with his neck shrunk.
Shi Qian pointed at his feet and said, "Kneel down!"
Wang Fu looked up at Zhao Ji, lowered his head, and knelt down with a plop.
"Get down!"
Wang Fu lay down without saying a word.
"Look, this is your good minister." Shi Qian looked at Zhao Ji sarcastically and put one foot on Wang Fu's back. "Old Zhao, if you don't change your ways, the day of your country's demise is just around the corner."
“Hmm!”
Zhao Ji couldn't say anything and could only utter "hmm".
"This is so fucking boring!" Shi Qian stretched lazily, "I don't want to chat with you anymore, let's talk another day."
Let’s talk again some other day?
Zhao Ji secretly looked up at him and became furious in his heart. He said, "I'll chop off your head one day and see how you talk."
Shi Qian kicked Wang Fu away, stood up and walked to the window, looking down, he saw many soldiers with lanterns and torches, surrounding Fanlou tightly.
He sneered and was about to jump out when he suddenly slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot something."
Zhao Ji had been observing Shi Qian's movements. Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Shi Qian turned around and came back. "Old Zhao, help me write a few words."
"Write...write?" Zhao Ji looked up at him, his eyes full of confusion.
"Yeah! Just write a few words."
Shi Qian picked up a piece of paper from the ground, which was the one he had just used to write down the music.
"If you write like this, 'Flea Shiqian was here' on the drum, write the characters bigger."
In order to get rid of the plague god quickly, Zhao Ji picked up the brush on the ground and wrote it in a few strokes.
Shi Qian took the written words and admired them for a while, then nodded and praised: "The Slender Gold style is indeed well written, and its reputation is well-deserved."
In the corridor.
Everyone held their breath and listened to the noise inside.
Gao Qiu's face was full of worry.
Zhang Shixun acted as if he was ready to rush in at any time.
Suddenly, a scream like a pig being slaughtered was heard from inside, and then it stopped abruptly.
Everyone shuddered at the same time.
"Not good!" Gao Qiu was about to rush in, but was stopped by Zhang Shixun.
"General, it's Wang Fu's voice."
"Wang...Wang Fu?" Gao Qiu finally came back to his senses and thought carefully. The scream really sounded like Wang Fu's voice.
After the scream, the room fell into silence. No one dared to move and all pricked up their ears to listen.
After waiting for about a cup of tea, there was still no movement in the house.
Gao Qiu said, "Shixun, something doesn't seem right."
"That's not quite right." Zhang Shixun nodded, but he was laughing in his heart.
Shi Qian jumped out of the window ten minutes ago, and everyone present except him was kept in the dark.
"Do you want to break in?" Gao Qiu asked.
Zhang Shixun nodded: "We can't wait any longer."
After saying that, he kicked the door.
“Crash!”
The door was wide open.
Zhang Shixun rushed in first, followed closely by Gao Qiu.
When everyone saw the scene inside the house, they were all stunned.
Zhao Ji was seen sitting on the chair in the middle, his face pale and his eyes staring blankly. He did not react when people came in.
A person was lying motionless on the ground, his body covered in blood.
The crowd did not bother to look closely and gathered around Zhao Ji.
"Sir, are you okay?" Gao Qiu asked.
Zhao Ji slowly turned his gaze towards Gao Qiu, and after a long while he said, "You are Gao... Gao..."
"I'm Gao Qiu."
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