The Record of Righteousness

Li Guodong sneered, then quietly jumped off the eaves, and tiptoed toward the room with a trace of firelight.

Long Shuo saw Li Guodong's figure gradually disappearing. He squinted his eyes and his figure also disappeared into the darkness.

Exactly:

The wind blows the mournful withered trees in the Xiao Courtyard, and the moon is hidden by the ink clouds and dark mist.

The crows sing in the north room, and the cicadas sing in autumn. People are afraid of the Huangquan Road in the dark.

It was a dark and windy night, and a maid pushed out the kitchen door. She was carrying a wooden plate with a spoon in a porcelain bowl.

Lu Jianxing's parents are already very old, and Lu Jianxing is also very old. They both want to have a grandson as soon as possible.

However, Mrs. Lu had not given birth to a child for many years. The doctor took Mrs. Lu's pulse and said that she could not have children.

Ever since, Mrs. Lu had to drink the medicine prescribed by the doctor every night.

"Huhu~"

In the dark night, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind.

The maid turned her head when she heard the sound, and before she could scream, a black figure suddenly rushed over!

The black shadow brought a gust of cold wind, and two giant grenades the size of bear paws flashed past. Before the maid was born, her neck broke with a "click", and the tray in her hand fell to the ground, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground. "哐婷" fell to the ground.

Long Shuo stood there and tiptoed towards Mrs. Lu's room.

Only two doubtful voices were heard coming from inside:

"Tweety?"

"What's going on?"

There was deathly silence outside, and the only response to her was a howling cold wind.

Then the wooden door opened with a creak, two gusts of cold wind rushed into the room, and the candle was immediately blown out.

Mrs. Lu clenched her handkerchief and stood up. She bit her lower lip in fear and mustered up the courage to ask:

"Husband? Is it you?"

No one answered.

"Tui'er? Is my medicine here?"

Seeing no one answered, only a stream of cold wind blowing straight into the room, Mrs. Lu was startled, walked over and was about to close the door.

As soon as her slender hands touched the door frame, she heard a "snap" sound and saw the dark shadow of a burly man flashing in front of her from nowhere.

Before Mrs. Lu could scream, the dark figure covered her lips with a big hand, and a sharp knife had already poked a dozen bloody holes in her body.

Long Shuo's rough face smiled cruelly, and he made an incision with the knife in his hand. He dug it in with his big hand, and immediately pinched out a bloody organ, which was still beating loudly.

He let go of Mrs. Lu's body and let it fall to the ground. He took a fierce bite of the bloody food in his hand, chewed it twice and sprayed it on the ground.

Long Shuo could only be heard grinning in disgust and cursing in a low voice:

"Such an old heart is so damn unpalatable."

After saying this, Long Shuo's figure walked slowly towards several other houses.

The small study room is filled with a dazzling array of books.

But what stands out most are the two portraits.

The figure on the left is a middle-aged man with a flowing beard, a black robe, and a turban. His face is solemn, unparalleled in righteousness, and extraordinary. He committed suicide on a hunger strike more than five hundred years ago, vowing not to follow the Yuan Dynasty. The great loyal minister of the late Song Dynasty, "Wen Zhong Lie Gong"!

Another portrait shows an old man sitting upright, wearing a crimson official robe, holding a wat board, a crane on his chest, wearing a black gauze hat, with kind eyes and kind eyebrows.

This man was the "Hai Zhongjie Gong" who was famous throughout the world in the early days of the Shu Dynasty. He was known to all women and children. He had an unparalleled reputation, was the most holy and honest official, and was personally praised by Emperor Taizu!

Lu Jianxing's back is facing two portraits. He is dressed simply, wearing a heavy cotton jacket and a simple bun. There is a fire beside the table to spread the heat. There is a bright candlelight on the table, and he is writing quickly. With.

He is well aware of Wan Qing's temperament. He is an impermanent villain, violent and perverse, and will definitely retaliate. If he learns of his actions, it will definitely lead to death!

However, taking this step is really a helpless move!

In Shandong, he watched millions of people in dire straits. They were already deeply poisoned by the White Lotus Sect and were waiting for the imperial court to save them. He also wanted to take this opportunity to achieve some achievements and serve his country.

But who would have thought that what the people were waiting for was not disaster relief food from the government and army, but the crazy killings of corrupt officials such as Fang Daqing and Wanqing. As a result, there was no rooster crow for hundreds of miles in Shandong and there was no human habitation for thousands of miles.

After that, this group of jackals, tigers and leopards promoted themselves to noble positions, deceived the Holy Spirit, formed a large number of party members, and suppressed dissidents.

And how sad and ridiculous is his original intention of serving the country and the people in their eyes?

What is the difference between these corrupt worms in the imperial court and the evil white lotus? How sad is it that animals are officials and rotten trees eat their wealth?

If this document is submitted to the Ministry of Punishment in time, with the support and operation of General Zhai, and then sent to the Emperor's Dragon Case, all these dirty officials will be able to be wiped out, and justice will be restored to the people of the world and the court. Bright day!

At that time, if I apply to send officers and soldiers to defend the mansion, I may be able to win a glimmer of hope.

Even if one's own people speak lightly and give loyal advice to death, it is nothing more than death.

Thinking of this, Lu Jianxing undoubtedly vented his anger and started writing a little faster.

At this time, there was a "squeak" sound, the door opened, and a stream of cold wind rushed in.

Lu Jianxing frowned and ordered without raising his head:

"Tui'er, stop the ink stains and come in quickly."

"Add more firewood."

Two moments after he finished speaking, no one came in. Lu Jianxing couldn't help but wonder why the wind was so strong tonight, so he stood up, shrank his sleeves and closed the door.

With the cold wind blowing on his face, Lu Jianxing took a deep breath and felt refreshed. When he stepped out of the study, he saw that the east wing and the two rooms in the north wing were all dark, without any lights.

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