[Comprehensive martial arts] The correct domestication method of the first killer

The climate is warm in spring, and after the Awakening of Insects, insects and snakes have come out of their holes, and it has been raining for several days. I think this year will be a good year again.

It's just that the wind in the capital is inevitably a little more depressing.

Fu Zongshu, the assistant minister, was in contact with foreign countries, intending to conspire against him, and all his fellow party members were sent to prison, only to be executed in the autumn.

After nightfall, the sky prison is even more treacherous and gloomy. The air seems to be filled with the smell of blood. The small and cramped cells, the dim candlelight, and the dying wailing of the dying prisoners, even the guards guarding the gate are more powerful than other places. Comes viciously.

But now, the dark cell is brightly lit by candles, and the jailer with a savage face is carefully waiting on the side with a smile on his face. Two men in black blouses hold lanterns to open the way, and four guards with swords are guarding behind, walking in the middle. The man's black cloak covered his head to his feet, and the wide brim of his hat covered half of his face. The group of people walked in a hurry, and the footsteps of the front and rear guards fell on the ground without any sound. Only the light footsteps of the man in the middle could be heard in the aisle.

"Is this here?" He stopped before the innermost dark room and asked.

"Exactly." The jailer nodded and bowed, "It was all arranged according to your instructions, and he didn't suffer a bit."

The man who cleared the way bowed and opened the door. Inside was a prison room. It was said to be a prison room, but it was quite different from the outside. The floor and walls were clean and tidy, and the bed was covered with brand new bedding. Although it was a dark room, it was lit. Several candles looked quite bright, and there were even two steaming cups of tea on the table.

Aged Pu'er.

"Fu Xiang." The man took off his cloak and put it in the hands of the guards, and entered the dark room alone. Once the door was closed, no sound could be heard outside the door, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't think Qing is so emaciated."

"However, there is no need to say more when you win the king and lose the bandit." The man standing by the table was dressed in coarse linen. He was about 40 or [-] years old. Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live."

The emperor received his three kowtows and nine obeisances, and said: "Fu...you don't need to be too polite, I'm just here today to clarify some things."

"That's right, I was wondering why you came to visit in the middle of the night, and I'm not afraid that I will be caught in the dark." Fu Zongshu patted his clothes and stood up, found a place to sit down, picked up the teacup, even though he was trapped in the whole body, he would not lose the veteran of the two dynasties temperament.

"I can guess most of what you know, but I'm a little unwilling to ask you how much it is." The emperor said, and gave him another cup of tea. "Old Pu'er, he liked it most in the past. Two or two, and the rest belong to him."

"I only have this last thing left here, and no amount of rewards will be worth it." Fu Zongshu chuckled, his eyes full of hatred, "It's a pity that he didn't even get to see the second one until Jiannei died of illness." noodle."

"It's a mistake to get drunk, but this tea will also make people drunk to death." The emperor also laughed, "It's a pity that I have to serve that cup of tea myself in my life."

He spoke calmly, but Fu Zongshu was startled. Years of experience in the ups and downs of the officialdom allowed him to sharply extract a trace of unusual meaning from the emperor's words. He couldn't help looking at the emperor in amazement. The emperor still smiled so gently , but the eyes were a bottomless black.

"Okay, okay!" Fu Zong suddenly let go of his writing, clapped his hands and laughed, "Good tea, good tea, I'm not as good as you!"

The emperor shook his head: "If you and I live in a different place, I will not be as good as you."

"I originally planned to take this thing to the tomb, but it's okay to give it to you now." Fu Zongshu took out a piece of cloth from the interlayer of his clothes, "All the people who followed me are on it, please..."

"I know." The emperor put away the cloth, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and put it on the table, stood up and said, "I will take care of your daughter."

"Sir... Thank you Lord Long En." Fu Zongshu knelt on the ground, quietly listening to the sound of the door of the quiet room closing.

He was right. The emperor still had some pity for him. He was dying. Relying on this pity to keep his subordinates and his daughter was not a loss-making business.

In the early morning of the next day, the emperor received the news that Fu Zongshu committed suicide by taking poison after leaving a confession letter.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing the emperor's eyes closed and silent for a long time, the great eunuch Wang An was so frightened that the faces of those who were kneeling and obeying orders turned pale with sweat on the tip of their noses, and couldn't help calling out in a low voice.

"Forget it... death is like a lamp going out, let Fu Zongshu's daughter take back the body for a good burial, this is the end of the matter, don't bring it up again." The emperor tapped his knuckles on the table and said slowly, "No matter how you say it, you're still an old minister of the emperor's father, so you have to be respectable."

Then he rewarded Gu Xichao with a large amount of property, and appointed Qi Shaoshang as a military officer of a moderate size according to the requirements in the memorial to Gu Xichao, and let him join the imperial guards. If there is nothing to do, they can naturally pat their ass and go home, such as Li Xunhuan, the emperor's confidantes, have to hold a small meeting in the imperial study, and go back with a big task.

"Wang An." The emperor spent most of the day approving the memorial in the imperial study alone, and suddenly called out. Wang An quickly stopped his hand grinding the ink, knelt on the ground and respectfully said, "Your Majesty orders."

"Deal with this." The emperor put a piece of cloth in his hand, and said lightly, "Do it neatly."

"Yes." Wang An held the cloth in both hands, and his face changed slightly as his eyes swept across, "Your Majesty...this...this is..."

"You didn't see anything today, do you understand?" The emperor folded his sleeves and raised his ink brush, his tone calm and somewhat threatening.

"Slavery." Wang An stuffed the cloth into his arms, bent over and exited the imperial study, hurried to his own room, and then took a quick glance. His heart was full of waves, and there was a record on the cloth. A list, a list that is enough to turn the court upside down!

Without even thinking about it, he took out a pen and paper and wrote down the list on the cloth, and then carefully brought the cloth close to the candle. He didn't know what kind of material the cloth was made of, but after the candle burned for a long time, there was no movement. Wang An turned the cloth over, However, he saw that the side full of names gradually disappeared in the candlelight, and blood-red handwriting appeared little by little on the scorched black cloth.

Wang An shook his hand, and the cloth fell on the table. He jumped up in shock, brushed away the black ash on the cloth, and wrote it in small script between the lines of the list, revealing a shocking royal scandal.

When the late emperor was alive, he was notoriously lustful and absurd. He got drunk at Fu Zongshu's mansion, and Fu Zongshu's wife fell seriously ill the next day. The finishing tricks are good. In half a year, they copied more than a dozen companies, and forcibly sealed the mouths of the people in the world. After more than ten years, only they, the old people in the palace, still have some impressions.

But even he didn't expect that the first emperor would actually rob his brother back then, and now Nan Wang's favorite concubine, Nan Wang is acquainted with each other. The emperor hinted a few times that he honestly gave up the woman and bought a house in the capital. The woman was kept outside the palace so that the emperor would visit him from time to time. She only lamented that she was so beautiful. The woman was buried in a sea of ​​fire within two months of entering Beijing. Under several cover-ups and pressure, this incident disappeared in time like Fu Zongshu's wife. Among them, no one knows.

No, some people may know that this cloth book is the blood book written by the concubine's personal maid. By chance, Fu Zongshu got it and added a list to cover it. Although he didn't know that he handed it over to the emperor. However, since it fell into Wang An's hands, Wang An would not waste this god-given good thing in vain.

A list was given to King Nan by him without hesitation, but he carefully sewed the piece of cloth into his undershirt as his life-saving talisman.

Listening to the spy's report, the emperor evoked a satisfied smile.

The chess pieces are all in place, and it depends on how his good uncle will play this game.

In the late spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the heat of summer has gradually begun to appear, and most people have changed into lighter clothes. The heat is not difficult for Su Muzhe, but the rainy season is approaching, and there will be a wet light rain for half a month But it made him extremely uncomfortable.

Whether it is wet or not, dry or not, there is a sticky feeling of wetness all over the body, like sweating from the hot sun for a long time, the stickiness makes people want to soak in the water all day long.

In this kind of weather, of course Su Muzhe would not wrong himself to wear a long gown wrapped from head to toe. Fortunately, Yushan guessed that his Zuo protector would not be able to bear the misty and rainy weather, so he prepared various Western Region short gowns early on.

Su Muzhe, after wearing the Central Plains long gown and blue cloth bunt for half a year, once again changed into a Western Region costume with arms and waist exposed. If it weren't for that face with obvious Western Region style, I am afraid that he would be pointed out when he went out. It's a little bit outrageous.

Even now, when he is sitting at a small wine stand selling wine, there are many ladies and wives wearing veils in carriages, who secretly lift them to take a look when passing by, flushed with shame.

It's a pity that since entering the Meisu curtain, he is very reluctant to go out. He either lies on the small wine stall and dozes off or runs back to the Baihua Building to doze off. He often sleeps so dizzy that even the cat climbed on his head. less than.

Ever since Su Muzhe changed his clothes, Huamanlou felt that his whole body was not very well. In the past, Su Muzhe's clothes were wrapped tightly under his supervision. This day, when it was warmer, he changed into the free and unrestrained Western Region clothes. What's more, no matter how you reach out your hand, it's warm, muscular skin, not to mention at night.

"Asu..." With a headache, Hua Manlou put away Su Muzhe's casually thrown cloak by his side. She couldn't see him and knew that Su Muzhe must be lying on the bed again at this moment and fell into a drowsy sleep. Hua Manlou faced him, not knowing where to start, and tiptoedly picked up the quilt to cover Su Muzhe, but Su Muzhe pulled him directly into his arms and turned over, unable to move.

Hua Manlou's face was flushed, her face was pressed against Su Mushi's chest, and the hairs all over her body exploded for a moment, she was at a loss and wished she could pass out on the spot.

"Qi Tong! Qi Tong!" To make matters worse, he heard the sound of a little phoenix running upstairs screaming happily from downstairs.

The author has something to say: I found myself focusing on Hei Xiandi for 100 years, please don’t come to me in the middle of the night, thank you and don’t dislike the emperor’s many scenes, you will find out later...

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We want to be good kids without spoilers [laughs]

That's it, stupid author Sujuejue to provoke, good night 030