High energy eunuch

The day Fang Jingrong's house was ransacked was a sunny day, and no one thought that the emperor would come out of the palace himself.The guilty minister Fang Jingrong was escorted by two guards. He stood hunched over in the courtyard, facing the sun, watching the five golden Bodhisattva statues being carried out from the cellar.

The emperor stood with Taifu Fang with his hands in his hands.

The shadows of the two dragged into a thick line on the ground.

Xia Rongjue, with a high crown and a red official uniform, and three account books in front of him, got up to salute Fu Qiu, handed the account books, and glanced at Fang Jingrong.

"Master Fang's stolen money from selling officials and nobles is all here, and the most valuable of them are these five Bodhisattvas."

The dust turned up and down in the dazzling sunlight, and Fu Qiu couldn't help coughing twice as soon as he entered the cellar. He pinched his nose and turned his head to see Fang Jingrong being pushed into the cellar with his face as dead ashes.He was standing on the stone steps, his thin skin slumped over his face.

"The head of the country doesn't look like a corrupt official at all, and he really can't judge a person by his appearance." The cellar has almost been emptied, and the underground is damp and cold, with a musty smell.Fu Qiu couldn't help but sneezed twice.

The two went down to the cellar, and two attendants took down a torch from the wall. Only then did Fu Qiu see clearly that the cellar was not small, about the size of seven or eight wing rooms, and the one facing the west wing of the Fangzhai.

"The head of the country is much richer than me, and there are many disasters in the world. With this money, the people can suffer less crimes, and it can be regarded as karma, and some sins have been redeemed." Fu Qiu walked into the center and looked at it for a while. He was about to go out, but he took only two steps before the ground trembled under his feet.

"What's going on?" Fang Jingrong said the first sentence, panic appeared on his face.

Fu Qiu also felt that something was wrong, the emptied cellar rumbled in the vibration, and Fu Qiu suddenly felt that he couldn't hear anything clearly.The two attendants ran up the stone steps quickly, but the distance was very far. Before Fu Qiu ran to the bottom of the ladder, he heard a very heavy and dull "boom--".

A creepy burst of laughter came from behind, Fu Qiu turned his head and saw Fang Jingrong's facial features were distorted, bent over, with his hands on his thighs.

"It's so funny...so funny..."

Fu Qiu didn't have time to talk to him, and ran to the entrance, his subordinates couldn't restrain their voices trembling——

"It seems... It seems that the entrance is sealed."

Fu Qiu placed his hands on the stone slab at the entrance and knocked a few times.

"Don't waste your time, it's useless. This stone slab is so powerful. If it wasn't for..." Fang Jingrong paused, the smile lines disappeared from the corners of his eyes. In the palace, these things were supposed to be brought to the ground by me. This is good... this is good..." Fang Jingrong rubbed his hands, sat down on the ground, and started laughing again, the laughter was shrill Intermittent, like a ghost crying, causing great echoes in the cellar, "The emperor is dead, she is the empress, and the crown prince is young. That guy Yuan Xinpei will think it was the eighth prince who did it, maybe it really was the eighth prince who did it, A piece of history, the authority has the final say. My Fang family is still loyal and good from generation to generation!"

"Fuck your mother!" Fang Jingrong's insolent voice receded in Fu Qiu's ears. He forced himself to be quiet, and pulled out a knife from his waist in one hand, signaling the other subordinate to use force together.

There was an ear-piercing sound as the knife struck the stone slab, and there was no sound from outside in the cellar, but any movement inside would cause sound waves to oscillate.

Fu Qiu tore off two pieces from the dragon robe, first plugged his own ears, and then plugged the ears of two subordinates.

The three of them went into battle in turn, trying their best to chop the stone slabs with their knives.

However, what Slate responded to them was only a high-pitched scream.

"No, it can't be split like this at all..." Fu Qiu's fingers trembled, he could no longer hold the handle of the knife, and he bent over and gasped for breath.

The entourage next to him couldn't hear him and was still chopping.

Fu Qiu tore off the cloth plugs on his ears, and then they were plugged in again by a loud noise, and slapped his entourage on the head.

Only then did the entourage come to his senses, and hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty.

Fu Qiu panted, and shook his hand: "If you're about to die, why should you die?"

There were originally two torches, but Fu Qiu asked someone to extinguish one. He was sitting on the stone steps, and both arms were constantly exerting force to accumulate lactic acid that was hard to move.Fu Qiu glanced at Fang Jingrong.

Fang Jingrong was also looking at him.

Without looking at each other for a moment, Fang Jingrong stood up awkwardly, biting his cheeks tightly, his cheeks bulged and sunken, he turned around in frustration, walked a few steps quickly, rushed in front of Fu Qiu, pointed at him and scolded: "Don't look at me like that, I am your elder, the queen's father, the first time you sat in that seat, you relied on my father, and the second time you sat in that seat, you also relied on my father, my daughter. Our Fang family is your benefactor, this is the retribution for your ingratitude. Don't think..." Fang Jingrong trembled when Fu Qiu's sharp eyes looked at him, but he said firmly: "Don't think that you are the emperor, you are the same will die, and will die with me."

Fu Qiu's tense face could no longer be tense, and he smiled kindly, sweating profusely, and tilted his head to look at Fang Jingrong.

Although it was three meters away, Fang Jingrong couldn't help but took a step back.

Fu Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath: "I admire the old lady very much, and I have never withheld the glory and wealth promised to the Fang family. Tell me, Mr. Fang, come and sit down." Fu Qiu patted the place beside him, Fang Jingrong refused to go over, two attendants grabbed his arms and escorted him over.

An attendant pressed Fang Jingrong's shoulder tightly, Fu Qiu raised his eyelids and said, "Let him go."

Let go immediately.

Fang Jingrong fought with each other.

"Here." Fu Qiu gave Fang Jingrong a long knife.He also held one in his hand, which was taken from his hand.

Fang Jingrong was a civil servant, and his gestures for holding the knife were very clumsy, but he seemed to have gained some confidence, and his legs stopped shaking.

Fu Qiu was disheveled, his dragon robe was torn, he didn't even look at Fang Jingrong, he thought about it and talked about it.

"When I was the prince, the old matriarch beat me a lot. Look at you, the most daring thing you have done in your life is to follow the ten kings. Do you think you can do better than the old matriarch?"

When Fang Jingrong was said to be the center of the matter, he immediately became very embarrassed, and the middle-aged man said angrily, "Nonsense!"

"Hold the knife carefully, don't move it!" Fu Qiu gently supported Fang Jingrong's long knife, which was unsteady due to anger, and squinted at him, "Just now, I also thought of something."

"I think, what would the first emperor do if he was trapped here?"

Hearing the word "Xiandi", Fang Jingrong shuddered.

Fu Qiu snorted, "You are all afraid of him."

"Each or two important officials of the court are afraid of a dead person." The emperor smiled, and there was an undisguised exhaustion in the young eyes.

"The late emperor's courage, you are still far behind." After a long while, Fang Jingrong choked out a sentence, pointing the long knife in his hand to the ground, the tip of the knife was already hanging on the ground.

"Yes." Fu Qiu smiled so that his eyes curled up. Fang Jingrong had never seen that kind of youthful and vigorous strength from the late emperor. , an emperor who is thoughtful and does not reveal his joys and sorrows. In the history of Great Chu, he cannot find a single person who is more qualified to be the emperor than Fu Qiu's father.If you insist on finding one, probably only the founding emperor is the one.

"But so what, he's not going to die yet." The sweat-drenched forehead hair hangs down and sticks between Fu Qiu's eyebrows, the black hair reflects his eyebrows and eyes, weak and pale.His fingers are strong, and there are rough calluses on the fingers that the late emperor did not have weapons.

Fang Jingrong didn't speak, he was much older than Fu Qiu.

"Guo Zhang, if you died here today, how would the outside world be different?"

Fang Jingrong was silent for a long time before he could say, "It's no different."

Fu Qiu raised a finger and shook it, "At least, those people who bought officials from you have lost all their money. Your disciples have to find new backers. The queen may be sad. Fang The servants of the family will lose their jobs. However, in the world of Dachu, you are dead, only one corrupt official and one moth are missing."

The torch on the wall was taken down, and Fu Qiu threw it at Fang Jingrong's feet.If the torches are not lit in the cellar, there will be darkness, and the darkness will magnify people's fear. Fu Qiu looked around, and there is enough space in the cellar.

"Thanks to your greed for so much money, it took Xia Rongjue quite a while to count here, otherwise the torches wouldn't even be lit right now."

Fu Qiu sat down again and rubbed his itchy nose.

"I don't know if anyone will come to rescue us."

Fang Jingrong's eyes moved, and he really realized that at this moment, the four people in the cellar were "us". No matter how much he was unwilling in his life, he might die here.He couldn't help raising his eyes, and took a serious look at the two attendants, the dark martial robe, the white orchid on the left chest, and the Ouchi Imperial Guard.One is 34 years old and one is.

Fu Qiu's legs were paralyzed, and he shook his head at the two of them: "Sit."

The guards watched Fang Jingrong's actions vigilantly. Fang Jingrong still had a knife in his hand, even though he couldn't use it at all.

"Even if a beggar dies, there will be people who usually give him soup and rice. The existence of people has an impact on people, but not necessarily on the world. Just like if I die here today, someone will pick me up If the throne is passed on to the Chu Dynasty, there may be a great chaos, but after the suffering, there will still be someone to clean it up."

Fang Jingrong's face was sullen, and he couldn't help but retort: ​​"Since this is the case, what kind of emperor are you going to be when you come back? Even if everything is empty after death, if you can walk in the world for a while, how can you just leave without getting anything?"

Fu Qiu's eyebrows moved: "My lord, you have obtained so much, what else do you want?"

Fang Jingrong's lips moved.

"The throne?"

Fang Jingrong's heart skipped a beat, and he clenched his fingers on the stone steps, "I never thought about this."

"You still want to be better than the old lady Fu." Fu Qiu shook his head.

"So what?!" Fang Jingrong suddenly got up, and the two guards immediately blocked the emperor behind him.

But the emperor asked them to step aside, looked into Fang Jingrong's eyes understandingly, and patted the back of the middle-aged man's bruised hand comfortingly while speaking: "Don't get angry, I am too."

"I have suffered more crutches than you!" Fang Jingrong sniffled, "But there is only one Taifu, only one, do you understand? The Fang family has been loyal and good for generations, and I don't want to be an official at all. I don't want to be an official for money. Then why do you still want to be an official?! My surname is Fang, not Fu, even if I want to rebel, no one will rise up and follow me!"

"Yeah." Fu Qiu wiped Fang Jingrong's muddy tears with the earplugs.

Fang Jingrong took it and blew his nose loudly.

The dazzling bright yellow dragon robe fabric was just thrown on the ground, so dirty that it was hard to see.

"A lifetime of ups and downs in the officialdom, what the hell have I got!" Fang Jingrong had just shed tears, his voice became hoarse, and the bags under his eyes became heavier.

"That's right." Fu Qiu looked up at the two guards, and was about to speak when Fang Jingrong grabbed his sleeve. Fang Jingrong said, "We are all the same, Your Majesty, this old minister is willing to die for you."

Fu Qiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and kicked the old abbot away.

"I just want to say, I just figured it out today, the former emperor is no match for me."

The corners of Fang Jingrong's mouth trembled pitifully, with an expression of "don't abandon me", and he was still clutching the emperor's dragon robe tightly.

"Do you have a lover?"

Fang Jingrong was dizzy from the sudden question. He was confused for a moment before he nodded.

"Together?"

Pain appeared on Fang Jingrong's expression.

Fu Qiu patted his shoulder, pushed his hand away, and pulled out the corner of his clothes.

"You are all inferior to me. Master, you are going to die here. When I go out, help you seal this place and make sure that no fly is let in. I don't plan to die yet, there are still people waiting for me outside. "The emperor picked up the long knife that Fang Taifu had lost in his confusion, threw it to the guards, spit on his hands, tore off the dragon robe, and tied it around his waist.

"Again, you look at the place where I cut, and apply force to the same place, let's use more force."

It was the Emperor of Chu, who glanced at the guard, the guard puffed up the muscles in his arms immediately, and let out a roar of anger, and the loud "clang" once again shook Mr. Fang's two legs.