sparse rain chrysanthemum

In the well of the imperial city, Zheng Yuhe, a dilapidated householder who has already lost all his property by whoring or gambling every day, was stuffed into his pocket by a group of mysterious people and taken into a mysterious place that he could never imagine in his life.

In a cold and dark room, the group of people couldn't see their faces in the darkness.The leader actually asked him to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to sue Zhao Jun for framing his father, the warehouse officer Zheng Ren, for embezzling military rations and beheading ministers privately...

Zheng Yuhe was so frightened that he was so obedient that he shook his head, and since his father died, Mr. Zhao has been taking care of him and sent someone to give him a lot of money... If it wasn't for Mr. Zhao, he would have been taken by those casinos long ago. The hooligans claiming the tent were beaten with sticks and seriously injured...

Zheng Yuhe quickly shut up, someone offered a plate of gold.Large pieces of gold ingots shone blindingly in the dark...

Zheng Yuhe groped greedily, insatiably greedy, and wanted to ask for more in different ways, but the fists and feet that followed made him shut up immediately.

Zheng Yuhe still had some scruples, fearing that Master Zhao would not be sued, and he was afraid that he would die without a place to bury him afterwards.

The other party's appeasement still couldn't summon up his courage, and then the blade touched his neck and drew a bloody gash that was not deep or shallow.

Zheng Yuhe howled like a pig...

Second, Zheng Yuhe, who was wearing a white cloth around his neck, went to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to beat drums to complain.

Zheng Yuhe appealed for his father's grievances, and knelt straight in the lobby. Zhao Jun "wronged the good and kind minister and beheaded the minister privately"... The minister of the Ministry of punishment did not dare to neglect, so he immediately flew to report to Princess Jinning.

Dong Zhong, the chief eunuch, personally supervised the inspection.The truth was soon found out. The embezzlement of the army rations into private pockets by the warehouse officers of the Western Expedition Army was nothing at all, and it was Zhao Jun who imposed it on others.

It is a serious crime for Zhao Jun to wrongly accuse his subordinates of embezzling military rations and beheading ministers privately.Cut according to the law.It's just that the Great General Protecting the Nation has made great achievements after all, so according to the law, he should be imprisoned first, and then gradually convicted...

According to Princess Jinning, the troops sent by the Ministry of Punishment immediately surrounded the General's Mansion heavily.

It was late, and the few candles in the room were flickering.Zhao Jun is still holding the wine jar and getting drunk.

The mansion was in chaos, the slaves were crying and screaming to pack up their belongings and prepare to flee, but where could they escape?

Mr. Liu rushed into the general's bedroom, knelt down at the adults' feet and let out his snot with tears: "This is a big disaster, you can think of a way..."

Zhao Jun kept sneering with half-opened drunken eyes: "What can I do? There is nothing wrong with wanting to commit a crime!"

"Princess Jinning personally, after all, she still has to do it."

Looking at the body of the old man kneeling at his feet trembling with great fear, Zhao Junzui showed a trace of unbearable expression on his face, sighed, asked the other party to come over, and lowered his voice to tell him that he was leaving the mansion to the outside world. Where the secret path lies.

Manager Liu was overjoyed and wanted to leave with Master Zhao on his back.

Zhao Jun, who was sitting on the ground reeking of alcohol, waved his hand to tell him to leave.

Manager Liu took several children, grandchildren, family members and the gold and silver that had been packed away to find the secret passage hidden in the depths of the garden, and ran out of the general's mansion that was surrounded like an iron barrel without anyone noticing it.

The footsteps were chaotic outside, Zhao Jun raised his head, the door was knocked open instantly, and soldiers with swords and swords rushed into the room.

Zhao Jun raised his neck to drink, and didn't even look at the sergeant rushing into the room.

All the sergeants stepped forward, and the leader stepped forward and bowed two steps: "I have seen Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Jun drank gulps, raised the wine jar, and lowered his mouth until the last drop of wine was about to come out, just landing on Zhao Jun's protruding tongue.

Zhao Jun stretched out his tongue and licked the mouth of the jar, and then stood up holding the empty wine jar, shaking, and said with a smile: "The princess sent you to jail, right?"

The general in front of him respectfully replied: "I have acted on orders from a humble position, I hope Mr. Zhao will not make it difficult for you to be a low-ranking official..."

Zhao Junyang laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the huge room.

Zhao Jun stumbled out drunk: "Don't embarrass me...it's so ridiculous, if Zhao Jun refuses, so what?"

The general replied respectfully: "Then forgive me for being rude to Mr. Zhao..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jun kicked up a wine jar and sent it flying.When it collided with the ceiling, the wine immediately spilled like rain, covering the heads and bodies of the soldiers.

Before everyone could react in a daze, Zhao Jun turned his palm into a knife, cut off the arm-thick candle by the waist, and flew straight forward.

The wine ignited immediately when it came into contact with the fire, and those soldiers who were soaked in strong wine immediately turned into burning men.

Many Pyromen rushed out of the room, all rolled on the ground and howled miserably.

The rows of sergeants holding torches outside could not help but open their mouths wide, then raised their heads, and saw the general walking out step by step with two large wine jars in his arms.

Zhao Jun was carrying a bronze broadsword on his back, holding a huge wine jar in his hand, and with his supernatural power, he threw all of them into the air.The two wine jars collided on top of everyone's heads, shattered, and the wine was spilled.

At least half of the sergeants had liquor on their heads, faces, and bodies.

Zhao Jun drew a bronze sword from behind, shouted loudly, and rushed into the crowd.

Zhao Jun's broadsword did not cut at the people but at the torches.The torches held in the hands of the sergeants broke one after another, and anyone whose clothes were stained with alcohol would basically ignite when exposed to fire.Coupled with the night wind blowing, the fire spread immediately.

Horror.

Many sergeants in the back were lucky not to catch fire, and all of them were scared out of their wits.Seeing Zhao Jun rushing out of the sea of ​​flames with a big knife like a god of war, many people dropped their weapons and turned around to run away.

The bold ones, still remembering their responsibilities, shot into the air with their bows and arrows one after another.The arrow feathers that were not dense enough were easily pulled out by Zhao Jun with a big knife.

The little half was on fire, and the little half was terrified.There are still some people who can muster up the courage to arrest the criminals, but where can they be arrested.Watching helplessly, "Sinful Minister" Zhao Jun rushed out of the last two layers of encirclement with a big knife, and flew like a big bird amidst the bluffing shouts of killing.A tall and burly figure suddenly disappeared into the depths of darkness in a blink of an eye.

When the fire inside and outside the general's mansion had just been extinguished, it was still in chaos.Zhao Jun had already rushed out of the city gate, picked up the steed prepared by Tie Er from the vegetable garden outside the city, and rode on the steed, heading west, away from the imperial capital and away from Daheng.

Yunzhou, thousands of miles away from the imperial capital.

Su Yu stepped out of the governor's mansion, but he didn't expect to meet senior brother Song Fei.

Song Fei leaned on a cane and saw the living back of the beautiful boy on the streets of Yunzhou. With the cane, he stumbled and ran over to catch him. Seeing clearly that he was indeed alive, he wept with joy.

Seeing his brother Song Fei in such a situation, Su Yu couldn't feel what he felt, but couldn't help crying.

Facing his senior brother's serious illness, Su Yu also had a few friends deep in the desert who he could go to, and invited his senior brother to settle down in the desert oasis.Song Fei just shook his head, he will spend the rest of his life rebuilding the Fenghuo Hall, and he strongly invites his juniors to help him rebuild the foundation of the patriarch.

When Sein Fei said that, he threw down his crutches, grabbed his junior brother's hand tightly with both hands, dragged a broken leg, and his eyes were full of hope.

Su Yu looked at the hope in the other party's eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

Song Fei shook his head, "It is not easy to rebuild such a big Fenghuo hall. He is not strong enough personally, so he must have the help of his younger brother. Now there are only two people in the entire Fenghuo hall, Song Fei and Su Yu. It takes two people to work together to rebuild it. A Fenghuotang with hundreds of outstanding killers..."

Su Yu pulled his hands out of each other's palms, sighed, and shook his head gently, only he can do his best to take good care of his brother in the rest of his life...

Seinfeld looked at him for a long time, half speechless.Finally, he bent down to pick up the crutches on the ground, turned around, and left with a limp.

Su Yu ran over to grab the other party, "Brother can't just leave alone, personal life..."

Sein Fei opened him with a cane, and finally said: "Don't treat brother as a useless person."

Sein Fei dragged a broken leg and leaned on a cane, limped, and gradually sank into the depths of the crowd.Go west, there, leading to the hundreds of years base of Fenghuotang.

Su Yu didn't catch up again.Of course, it is impossible for him to accompany his senior brother to have that illusory fantasy dream, and it is also impossible for him to persuade his senior brother to give up the fantasy dream and go back to the world with him.

Regardless of whether or not all the hundreds of killers in Fenghuo Hall died tragically in the palace, Sein Fei's life, after all, still could not escape that fate——

Born, for Fenghuotang;

Death is also Fenghuotang.

The Fenghuo Hall has disappeared.No one knows how long the life of the last hall master can go.

Sein Fei, who gradually disappeared from the eyes of his juniors, has completely disappeared from the eyes of the world since then.

From then on, no one knew the whereabouts of Song Fei, the last head of Fenghuo Hall.

After a few days.Su Yu and Ai Bu bid farewell and left. Yang Dingming, his wife, and his uncle and aunt knew that Su Yu's serious illness would break out when it rained, so they stopped staying.Inspector Yang sent a cart, two fine horses and a bag of gold and silver, while Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Ruan sent a lot of food for the journey.Even the change of clothes of the two beautiful boys was presented with dozens of brand new sets piled high in two stacks in the car.

Both Su Yu and Abu thanked each other and got in the car.

Aibu got in the car to drive, and Su Yu sat in the car with a high curtain.

Inspector Yang, Mrs. Tang, Master Zhu and Mrs. Ruan, as well as the dark guards behind them, watched the warrior coachman slowly turn his horse's head, turn his head three times, and gradually move away from the city gate.

Seeing that the cart had already entered the depths of the woods, Tang Ying'er was still staring blankly.

Over there, Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Ruan have already boarded the chariots and horses back to the city.Only then did Yang Dingming pull his wife into another cart.

Yang Dingming had always followed his wife's car and sedan chair on horseback, but this time he got into the car and shared a ride with his wife.

Yang Dingming asked with a smile: "In my heart, or Mr. Su, which one is more important?"

Tang Ying'er was startled, her face became hot and red.

Yang Dingming pulled his wife into his arms, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Maybe he is a memory from the past, but it's better not to say anything that makes your husband unhappy."

Tang Yinger's face was flushed at first, but now it became a little pale.Buried her face in her husband's broad chest, wrapped her thin arms around him, and said, "Could it be that Yang Lang still doesn't believe it?"

"Since Ying'er married Yang Lang, Ying'er is Yang Lang's personal life."

Tang Ying'er was always shy and shy, but what she said now was firm and decisive.

Ying'er raised her head and met Yang Lang's eyes, both hearts trembled at the same time.

Yang Dingming didn't say anything, and hugged his wife tightly.Breathe out lightly.

No matter what kind of feelings my wife had in the past... her future life will belong to her.

The author has something to say: Regarding Zhao Jun's "framing a loyal minister and beheading a minister privately", see "The Sorrow of a War Horse" for details. 1