Supreme pardon

"There is no war that does not involve innocent people, but in the final analysis, war is the mission of soldiers, and it is the home field where those in power should fight and fight. It is us who should sacrifice and die for this! Not those unarmed ordinary people .”

"Pan Zhiyi, today you can sacrifice the happiness and peace of millions of people for a strategic purpose. In the future, you may not betray the lord for your own selfishness, and turn to Wang Yu. What guarantee do you have? The bottom line will be able to constrain yourself and the power you hold in your hands."

"I would like to ask everyone here..." Seeing that Pan Zhiyi was about to say something, Shuyi flicked his sleeves and walked around him, approaching Heihu, "If you are in the [-]th district today, Yu Xin would be fine." Tolerate?"

Heihu raised his thick arm, but bumped into his chest, without saying a word.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, Shuyi walked towards Xiangyang beside him, and said in a low voice: "You have been stationed in the three cities for so long, the sky there, the water there, the people there, you should have a lot of memories, right?"

Xiang Yang stared at him with a complicated expression.

"So can you hear those cries, those wailings, and see those ordinary people who are struggling?"

"The same woman..." Shuyi didn't let anyone go, and walked up to Hong Yu who had turned her head away and was silent, without looking at anyone, and sighed quietly: "In this disaster, the one who suffered the most casualties They are women, children and children. If these ordinary people are unarmed and vulnerable, what about them? Can you understand their situation with your heart?"

Hong Yu's background was not a secret among them.

Lonely and helpless, he was bought and sold many times, tossed and turned in the hands of big families and men, and lived without dignity, and was finally given to his own king.

In this disaster, many young children lost their parents. What will happen to those children in the future?Or not as good as Hong Yu's childhood.

Pan Zhiyi remained silent, he quietly watched Shuyi rubbing his shoulders as he walked to the other side.

Lan An's expression didn't change at all, he was always casual, yawning, waiting for someone to come to him to teach him.

Shuyi has indeed come.

But he just stared at him, and then said coldly: "Minister Lan is of a noble background, so he must not be able to appreciate it?"

Lan An raised the corners of his eyes, and opened his mouth to say something, but who knew that Mr. Shu, who had spoken so well to the ministers just now, was very straightforward in front of him, and left immediately after putting down a word.

Uh……

Everything he wanted to say was suppressed, Lan An turned his head to see the person walking in front of Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen was very nervous, he stayed with Shuyi the longest these days, and he knew how harsh people are when they teach others.

Although he said that he has no part in this battle, but now, after watching everyone teach him a lesson, he is afraid that he will not escape, right?

Just say a few words, just be afraid, Shuyi stared at him with such sad eyes.

"Minister Yan probably disagrees, right?"

Yan Zhen was stunned, and instinctively opened his mouth, "Ah?"

However, Shu Yi directly stepped past him, walked to the bottom of the king's steps, raised his head and looked directly at the person leaning on the seat above, and said in a deep voice: "If we only care about the result and not the process, in the end, we will be blinded by the gains and losses in front of us. We can't see the threat in the distance, kingship is like a car speeding at high speed, what we want to see is definitely not just what is in front of us, there is no such thing as a radius, if the car drives wildly, it will fall into the abyss sooner or later."

Wen Renjue sat upright, because he was all minister-level confidantes, he didn't even wear a mask today.

His eyes were slightly closed, and the middle finger of his right hand tapped the armrest of the chair lightly.

In this oppressive absolute silence, Heihu stood up first, strode behind Shuyi, knelt down silently, without saying a word.

Xiang Yang looked away from him, and then fell on the king sitting there, hesitated for a while, then got up and knelt beside him.

As soon as the two of them moved, the corners of Lan An's lips curled up on the opposite side.

Erlang put his legs down, but straightened his upper body clothes.

Yan Zhen looked around in embarrassment, while Kan Shuyi still looked up motionlessly, with his lips tightly closed and his face solemn.

Hong Yu was the third to get up, and she nodded as she passed by Pan Zhiyi.

Pan Zhiyi smiled back at her very easily, with a calm expression.

Another Kneeling...

Wei Duan was in a hurry, the invisible Sky Eye circled around the hall rapidly, it panicked: "Master? What should I do? Isn't this forcing you?"

It's really compelling.

Wen Renjue glanced at Pan Zhiyi, with his hands hanging by his sides, showing no sign of nervousness, and noticing his gaze from above, he nodded respectfully.

Yan Zhen didn't want to participate in such an action of silently persecuting the king, but in his heart, there was some kind of intolerance.

A pair of big eyes looked at Wen Ren Jue emotionally, hesitant to speak.

Lan An was the only one in the arena who didn't change his expression from the beginning to the end. Except for the short conversation between Shuyi and him that caught him off guard, he seemed completely unable to see the imminent trigger in the current scene in the arena.

I don't know if it's because I didn't sleep well the night before, and my eyes were blinded by yawning.

Withdrawing his gaze from Pan Zhiyi, Wen Renjue stared at the silent kneeling people below with deep eyes, and sighed softly.

"Shuyi." He got up, stood on the highest point, looked at the person for a while, and then walked down the Wang steps.

This process was extremely slow due to the silence in the hall, and Heihu and the others unconsciously tensed up.

The hem of the silver robe flowed down the steps like water, Wenren Jue finally stood three steps in front of the person, and said softly: "The outbreak of the plague was unexpected, and I believe that everyone present is unwilling to have such a thing happen. "

"King?!" Shuyi raised his head in disbelief, and said harshly: "People's hearts know the best of cold and warm, and it may be confusing for a while, but it is absolutely impossible to reverse black and white for a lifetime. It's all in vain, you..."

"Shut up!" He stopped shouting, Wen Ren Jue saw that the man's expression was full of sadness and desolation, he stretched out his hand a little bit unbearably, and lightly landed on the man's shoulder, turned his head to raise his voice, and said sternly: "Pan Zhi This time, as the main counselor, he made many mistakes in judgment and mishandling during the process, so he should be punished."

Withdrawing his hand, Wen Ren Jue walked slowly to Pan Zhiyi again.

The man knelt down and replied respectfully: "Yes."

"Come here!" Wen Renjue shouted loudly, soon a guard pushed the door and walked in, Wen Renjue stared at Pan Zhiyi's hair, and calmly said: "Pull it down, give me fifty lashes."

"King?" Lan An yelled in surprise. He didn't agree with Pan Zhiyi or support the other party. For him, it didn't matter what kind of means or what he did. The key is that Wang Yu is about to be established now. It was the occasion of employing people. Although Pan Zhiyi had joined for a short time, he had experienced the way of handling things. Just like Mr. Shu, one of them was worth three of them.

Fifty lashes...Wang Juzhong's punishment was all barbed cartilage from a strange animal.

Even if there is a crystal nucleus in the body and the physical fitness is strong, it is still a painful punishment like death.

Is it too much for a strategist with low combat effectiveness?

If it really goes on, before the establishment of Wangyu, people will definitely not be able to get up. At that time, there will be a lot of things, and he will have a headache just thinking about it.

"Yes, thank you king." Pan Zhiyi was calm, not even half moved, and followed the guards out very honestly.

Wen Renjue's gaze fell on his back, and he took a long time to retract it. Looking down at the few people who were still kneeling upright, he said softly, "Get up."

"Yes." Heihu and the others had strange expressions on their faces, but they all stood up swiftly, not daring to say any more.

Wen Renjue passed several people, leaned down personally, picked up a few scattered photos from the ground, looked through them carefully one by one, patted them clean, sorted them together, handed them to Shuyi, and said softly: "Mr. is right. Those in power must take responsibility. The tragic situation in the tenth district is indeed unbearable. The follow-up resettlement and stability will be taken over by the husband. Are you willing to suffer through this?"

After Shuyi was pulled out from Pan Zhiyi, he lost his voice.

Standing stiffly, until Wenrenjue handed the photo to him, he felt the warmth of the king's hand, and he still didn't soften a little. He raised his eyes to look at the person, his heart was deeply depressed, and there was still unwillingness in his eyes Disappointed, he clutched the photo tightly, finally, nodded helplessly, and said in a dark and difficult way: "Yes."

That's the only way... He is not stupid, how could he not understand the mind of a king.

No matter how insidious Pan Zhiyi was, the matter was a foregone conclusion. From the standpoint of Wen Ren Jue, no matter how he looked at this matter, it was impossible for Pan Zhiyi to admit his mistake.

Find an excuse to beat him with fifty lashes, it looks cruel, but it might be a kind of cover-up.

It was an attitude to agree to punish Pan Zhiyi, and it was also an attitude to not let Pan Zhiyi leave, let alone kill him.

Shuyi couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. If Wenrenjue really didn't care about his feelings from the beginning to the end, maybe he would feel better. He didn't think Wenrenjue's compromise today was because he brought several ministers Although there is also a part of the reason for the force of force, he believes that it is definitely not the main reason.

There must be considerations in Wen Renjue's heart, so he let himself be responsible for the follow-up takeover. This is to appease himself, and it is also to deal with future troubles.

For Shuyi, the tragedy has already happened, and now he can only do his best to properly resolve the later resettlement and reduce casualties, so that his suffering conscience can be at ease.

……

The military counselor who returned from the great victory, the minister who made the first contribution, not only did not receive any reward, but was dragged out of the king's residence and beaten fifty lashes in public.

It is said that by the time of the forty lashes, the person had already passed out from the pain, but the executioner did not show mercy at all. After a lot of lashes, when the person was carried down, his blood and flesh were bloody and out of shape.

Such a big commotion naturally caused a commotion all over the city, and the insiders installed by various parties had already sent back the news.

"It is said that it was mishandled during the march. What are you talking about? This is clearly a battle between old and new advisers, and one side suffers."

"Hey, I'm sorry for this Pan... Pan... What's the matter with Pan?" The yellow-toothed man grinned loudly, and vegetable leaves flew out of his mouth.

The white young master who led the table and noticed their movement was watching anxiously. Seeing this scene, he turned his back on the table and vomited on the spot with nausea.

Wen Renjue lit a cigarette, and the bowls and chopsticks placed in front of his desk did not move.

Bai Tan sat beside him, his face turned pale, and he said with disgust: "Let's go, don't listen, it's so dirty."

"It's called Pan Zhiyi, you stupid brain!" The friend sitting opposite the yellow-toothed man didn't dislike him, and patted the edge of the table, accusing his friend of forgetfulness.

Wen Renjue raised his head and exhaled smoke rings, casually threw the cigarette he had just smoked on the ground, got up and pulled Bai Tan's wrist, "Let's go."