Can Assassin's Biography Be Satisfactory?

"Crack" a crisp whip sounded

The body kneeling on the ground twisted slightly unnaturally, leaving a bright red mark on the waist and hips immediately, like a blooming tea flower

The boy's cry is low and ambiguous, and it can go straight to the bottom of my heart even in a noisy banquet hall

In the middle of the noisy banquet hall, well-dressed guests

All eyes are unconsciously focused on the center of the banquet hall

Slender waist, straight buttocks, delicate skin, willing tame posture

Everything is provoking everyone's nerves

show it's a stunner

A, lowly, lowly, petting plaything

The riding boots stepped on the white back mercilessly, the young man was caught off guard and trembled slightly, and then he lay down obediently

But such a gesture still can't satisfy the master, raising his hand is a merciless whip,

It was no worse than the last tease, the fierce force of the snake scale whip caused blood drops to be printed on the soft buttocks immediately.

The young man's cry of pain turned into a soft panting as soon as he exited the mouth

Laughed out loud from guests at the banquet

Yan Donglou stepped on the young man's waist, proudly looking around at the guests

The left servant of the Ministry of Punishment, drunk and hazy, is obsessing over the waiter,

Dali Temple Minister Liu Zhengchun is joking with the maid serving wine

Han Che carefully and attentively served tea and water beside him

The rest of the people are all flattering Kuaijue, flattering Mr. Yan for his good manners

Except for the thin young man in red sitting upright, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, he was cold and tense.

Murong Li lowered his eyes, his crow-feather-like eyelashes could block his jewel-like pupils

But I can't stop the noise in this room

Although I don't know why no one gave Ken a bowl of Mengpo soup under the Naihe Bridge,

Murongli sighed a little, and brought back the memories of the son of subjugation and the king of restoration in his previous life.

The flesh and blood of this life is even more precious.

Father…

Murong Li sitting in the corner and wandering in the void is not conspicuous, but the banquet is not a good one

Yan Donglou didn't want to be drunk, but Murongli's appearance of a banished fairy caught his eyes the moment he entered Beijing.

Several times of entanglement failed to coax people into their hands. If it wasn't for that matter, how could they get people into the house so easily

People are coming, but they are like a log

This excellent singing performance didn't get any reaction from the prey, so how could Yan Donglou be reconciled?

Since "Mr. Murong" didn't respond to such a hint, why not just point it out and give him another chance

Yan Donglou felt that he was really a generous and kind person.

"I heard that your father entered Zhao Prison? It's been less than half a month, right?" He walked to Murong Li's case with a half-smile in his hand, holding a glass of wine

That young boy obediently followed him to the table, raised his head in a trance, and his eyes and eyebrows were a little bit like Murongli's.

Yan Donglou beckoned casually, and a servant stepped forward and knelt on the ground, his limbs curled up and his back collapsed.

Let Yan Donglou, who just let his robe sit on him, and Murongli's eyebrows and eyes level, "How's it going, do you have a letter?"

People from the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple were sitting in the auditorium talking and laughing at Yan Yan, and the words of the young master changed their flavor

This is not an inquiry, this is a threat

If the family can still receive a little letter, how can the loving mother sell the property and bring the whole family to Beijing, and go to great lengths to find out the news?

How could Murongli sit on such a banquet with his cold heart?

The Murong family of Gusu is no longer the family that has been passed down for six generations.

The case of corruption of ink in Jiangnan weaving led to the rebellion of the king of Beijing, and the emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation

Murongde lives in Anhui and the governors of Jiangxi provinces, but he doesn't realize that he can't believe it personally.

What's more, the account books found involved hundreds of officials, large and small, and the name of the Governor of Liangjiang was impressively at the top of the list.

The cumulative contribution of tribute silver in seven years has reached a huge amount of one million taels of silver.

Even Murong Li dare not lightly say that his father is really innocent

Just do your best and obey the fate

There was a huge earthquake in the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River, and the big and small aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River were overthrown overnight. The Murong family was the first to bear the brunt, and all the sons and daughters who became officials were imprisoned one after another.

And the Murong family's worst fate was the second-rank official in the frontier, Murong De, the head of the Murong family's generation.

Who is Jin Yiwei, and where is Zhao Prison?

Jin Yiwei, the emperor's confidant and thunderbolt, brings people into a prison that is worse than a prison

Even if the iron man goes in, he will peel off his skin

Not to mention a pampered scholar in his late teens

It's been half a month, and no news has come out. It's hard to say whether this person is alive or dead.

"But don't worry, the case of King Beijing has not been concluded yet, and your father thinks there is no danger of his life. Mr. Murong, don't worry!" Yan Donglou smiled and relieved, seeing Murongli's face turning pale a little bit.

Since he didn't die, the living crime is inevitable. Jin Yiwei has a great reputation, and there are 72 sets of minor punishments and 36 sets of major punishments in the Zhenfu Division. I don't know how many rounds my father has endured.

"So, may I ask Mr. Yan, has my father been convicted?" Murong Li calmed down and recovered his voice.

Yan Donglou just smiled and didn't answer, his subordinates were not idle at all, his slender fingers clenched the tip of the whip and forced the young man at his feet to raise his head

When the boy opened his mouth obediently, he poked his finger in and hooked it wantonly, and stirred the smooth and warm little tongue enough. Then he satisfactorily painted the boy's lips and teeth with the body fluid on his finger, and then let the boy The young man carefully sucked off the residue on his finger, "I don't know about that, Xiaochun, isn't this case the chief judge of your Dali Temple, Beizhen Fusi Assistant Manager?"

Liu Zhengchun was in full swing, "Dali Temple? Dali Temple is just a decoration, and the governor of Beizhen is His Majesty's baby brother. Who dares to grab the case from him? It's too comfortable to live! Let's talk about conviction That's the job of the Ministry of Criminal Justice!"

The left servant of the Ministry of Punishments is holding the boy in his arms and singing Shibamo, as if he didn't hear the conversation here, and he doesn't mean to join in at all.

Murongli pursed the corners of his lips, his eyes darkened again

just be patient

It's not like I haven't encountered a worse situation in order to restore the country.

Why can't I bear it anymore?

Yan Donglou patted the young man's face in satisfaction, then grabbed a grape from Murongli's case and fed it to him.

It's a pity that the grape was smooth, rolled to the ground in one fell swoop, and didn't stop until it reached Murongli's feet

The young man was afraid that Yan Donglou would get angry, so he hurriedly crawled over to chase after him, picked up the dirty grape and swallowed it into his stomach without hesitation, but the action was too hasty, and his face accidentally rubbed against Murongli's shoe

Murong Li was startled, and subconsciously backed away.

"Look at it! Look at it!" Yan Donglou scolded and kicked the young man with a smile, "The vulgar powder on your face has stained Mr. Murong's shoes! You don't want to clean Mr. Murong's shoes!"

The young man was relieved to see that Yan Donglou was not really angry, and was about to raise his hand to wipe

"You are not allowed to use your hands," Yan Donglou said with a smile, "You are not allowed to use your hands, Mr. Murong is my honored guest."

"No need! I don't like outsiders getting close."

"Oh, then please Mr. Murong take off your boots. What is Qing'er in a daze for?"

The boy looked at Yan Donglou and Murongli in a dilemma, and finally almost begged, "Master...Master...please... please take off your boots."

This kind of humiliation and dismounting was obvious enough, Murongli almost exhausted all his strength to restrain the urge to smoke Yanzhi.

"It's getting late today, so I won't disturb Mr. Yan's elegant mood. Let's say goodbye!"

Murong Li's figure moved slightly, no one could clearly see how he slipped to the door.

Yan Donglou was about to stop him, but he heard the gate chanting "The Elder Ge is back!", and the servant at the corner gate rushed into the Doujiu Ju, "Young Master, the Elder Ge is back, and he has already entered the second gate."

Yan Donglou had no choice but to flick his sleeves in disappointment, "That's all." Then a soft smile appeared on Yinglang's face, "You can hide for a while, but you can hide for a lifetime! I have a lot of patience!"

"Yuqing, let's go, come with me to meet father."

The servant of the Ministry of Punishment, Yan Yuqing, stood up unsteadily, and followed behind Yan Donglou.

It's already very cold in late autumn in the capital, and it's getting late and it's raining lightly.

Murong Li was walking aimlessly in the market, seeing the houses lighted up in the haze of mist and rain, he seemed to return to the time when there was no home left in the flames of war.

That's really far away.

What happened afterwards?

The sound of silk and bamboo in the teaching workshop sounded faintly, and the young man in brocade clothes riding a tall horse rushed straight in with the splash of water, and there was a crowd of shouts

Oh, then Mo Lan appeared, and he took himself back to Tianquan

The autumn rain wet Murongli's clothes, and Bo Jin was sticking to his body with dampness, a gust of wind could blow people's heart cold

But Murong Li didn't seem to notice the cold, that person lived in King Tianquan's city.

The man was always warm in his cloak,

He will carefully hold his hand to warm him

Will take the trouble to ask him what he likes

I will take care of his thoughts and carefully please him

As long as he smiles, it seems that he can take off the moon in the sky and hold it in front of him

Another gust of cold wind blew past, and the biting chill woke up Murong Li's head

Why did you remember him again?

It was like that back then, and it was like that in the most difficult year in the camp

Relying on his letters, relying on his memories to grit his teeth and persevere

But after that battle...

after reincarnation

How long has it been since I thought about him, I thought I got rid of this problem

But when I was most confused...

Murong Li closed his eyes and thought deeply, here he comes again, he appeared again

wake up

There is no Juntian here, no Tianquan, no him

The world has long been unified, and your current identity is the son of a criminal minister

Oh, the son of a criminal subject being targeted by a dude

Stop indulging in the illusion he gave

Here, there is no

The Iron Armored General crossed the pass at night, and the courtiers waited until the fifth watch cold.It is about the hard work of the courtiers. Although this poem is not new, it is also appropriate

At four o'clock, before the sun rose, the ministers were already fully dressed and gathered outside the Meridian Gate.

In the past, everyone gathered in Taihe Square to talk about family affairs and talk about court affairs

But the atmosphere today is very different

Some of the ministers were silent like cicadas, and some shed tears on the spot

"I beg you to save my father." Murong Li wore a white mourning dress outside of his brightly colored lining, and a white hemp filial belt wrapped around his forehead.

Just last night, Murongli's mother and Murongde's wife passed away due to serious illness

She is not in good health, it is a weak disease brought about by her mother's womb, and she relies on Murong De to search for rare elixir in the world to continue her life

Great changes have happened to Murong's family, and Murong De's imprisonment has dealt a great blow to her

But because there has been no news of her husband, she held back her breath and refused to swallow it.

The autumn rain last night took away all the dead leaves on the tree and completely extinguished her vitality, but she still didn't know the safety of her husband before she died, so she couldn't close her eyes until she died.

"Please save my father, he is innocent!" Murong Li knelt on the Taihe Square and kowtowed to every courtier passing by

"Murong... Young Master Murong, what are you doing! Get up!"

"That's right, get up, oh, this body is soaked!"

"My father did not participate in the rebellion, nor did he accept bribes. Please save him." Murongli closed his eyes in mourning, and kowtowed to everyone in front of him, "My father was wronged!"

"Young Master Murong, don't worry, the imperial court will definitely give an explanation. If your father is innocent, the imperial court will never wrong him!" The first assistant Yan Song lined up the crowd, seeing Murong Li's pale complexion, he couldn't bear it, "Don't worry! rest assured!"

With a numb expression, Murong Li kowtowed to Yan Song again, "I beg you to be careful, my father has been wronged."

Yan Song was about to answer, but suddenly someone grabbed his sleeve

The one pulling him was none other than Yan Ge's eldest son, Yan Donglouyan.

"Young Master Murong begged the wrong person. This place is at the foot of the emperor. Whether it is corrupt or rebellious is determined by Jin Yiwei. Sacred Heart is arbitrarily determined. It is useless for you to ask my father here. Shoufu Shoufu, to put it bluntly, is just a Your servant, Mr. Murong, there is a grievance." Yan Donglou clasped his fists to the sky, "You have to go to the emperor to apply."

How could Murongli not know that what happened yesterday had already offended Yan Donglou, but if he wanted to be polite and courteous like that young man...Murongli gritted his teeth and swallowed the nausea.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Ge, save my father." Murongli knelt down again, and it seemed that Murongli didn't hear what Yan Donglou was saying at all, his whole expression was numb.

"This..." Yan Song was dragged away from the crowd by Mr. Yan.

"East Tower! What's the matter with you..."

"Father, have you forgotten that Murong De impeached you for delaying the repair of the dam in the fourth year of Jiahe?"

"This... this has already passed. At that time, Murong De was in the imperial censor Zhongcheng. It was his duty to impeach the courtiers, and it was not aimed at..."

"No, he's targeting you..."

"?"

"In the first year of Jiahe, you asked for 42 letters, and forty of them were kept unpublished. In the first year of Jiahe, you were transferred to the Ministry of officials. Who is behind your back saying that you have seduced the Lord and only know how to please His Majesty with clear words. Let Your Majesty dismissed you as Minister of the Ministry of Officials and relegated you to Yushi of Zuodu just as a joke?"

"Murongde? No, he will return to the yamen of Sishui Road in the south of the Yangtze River at that time."

"Father! It's Zhou Qingren!"

As soon as Zhou Qingren's name came out, Yan Song's kind and kind expression couldn't hold back anymore, he squeezed out the name "Zhou Qingren" from between his teeth

"Yes, don't forget, Murong De is Zhou Qingren's disciple! Zhou Qingren is Murong De's teacher!"

"Have you forgotten how Zhou Qingren died back then? Father, you can't be soft-hearted!" Yan Donglou looked back at Murongli who was numb and prostrating in the crowd with a slight cold look.

kneel

bye

despite pretending

Even Sun Monkey, you can't escape the palm of my Tathagata Buddha!