Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 58

This explanation also made sense, Zhou Ye didn't doubt it, and smiled happily: "In this way, I don't need to go out in a secret anymore."

"Yes." Song Yuan smiled all over his face: "Find an opportunity to introduce you to Song Chun, and we can work together."

Zhou Ye nodded, looking forward to it: "I will go ahead and tell Liang He the news, so that he can prepare early."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Song Yuan looked at him earnestly, to the point where a big man like Zhou Ye was embarrassed.

After confirming that he left, Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. With Wei Yan staring in the open and Zhou Ye staring in the dark, all of her actions must not be flawed. She is really too tired. Ying is easy to deal with, and he can cooperate with him without saying anything.

However, Huo Ying should not return to Jingzhao too soon. He came to thoroughly investigate the old case, and Song Zhu simply took the initiative to fall into his hands. Now that the solution is over, he should continue to investigate the old case.

The day they set off and turned back was also the day when Song Zhu escorted Jingzhao, so they went together naturally. In the cold winter months, Song Zhu could only ride in a prison car. Song Yuan really didn't want to lose ground, so he begged the escorting soldiers to let Song Zhu come to his own In the carriage.

The two brothers didn't know each other well, and now Song Zhu is still a prisoner. Staying together, the atmosphere in the carriage is very awkward. Song Yuan can only hold his book and bow his head in silence. where.

After reading it for a long time, Song Yuan couldn't remember a single word, so Song Yuan closed the book helplessly.

"If you can't stay with me, you don't need to be hypocritical." Song Zhu's words were ugly. A few days ago, he was a military lord who called the wind and rain in Chenliu, but now he is a prisoner waiting to be escorted back to Beijing. There is nothing he can do about this gap Accept calmly.

Song Yuan didn't say a word, if she didn't want to be talked about, she wouldn't feel sorry for Song Zhu.

Song Zhu didn't say a word, and the atmosphere became more and more awkward. Song Yuan had to open the book again, staring at the words on it in a daze, thinking of other things to pass the time.

When they arrived at Hongnong, there were already people waiting on the official road.

"My lord is already waiting at the posthouse, please hurry up, two gentlemen." The person who delivered the message sat on his horse, and rode away after speaking.

Song Zhu's face turned pale immediately, and Song Yuan also guessed that something was wrong. Emperor Taikang already had a heart to test the palace, and the situation was not much better than that of the East Palace.

The two of them came to the post house anxiously, looking at the heavily guarded courtyard, they didn't dare to enter the house at all, Song Zhu directly knelt down heavily in the snow, Song Yuan had to kneel down too, the ground was made of stone bricks and It was cold and hard, and even through thick clothes, I could feel a trace of cold creeping into my knees.

"Father, the child knows his mistake, please punish him severely." Song Zhu apologized loudly.

It took a long time before there was any movement in the room. King Zhongshan came out with a cold and gloomy face. Seeing his strong majesty, Song Yuan couldn't help shaking three times in his heart. Looking at Song Zhu from the corner of his eye, his straight spine was trembling slightly , just like the courage in his heart, almost collapsed.

King Zhongshan came in front of him, and his rough iron palm fell hard on Song Zhu's face. With a sound of 'snap', Song Zhu nearly fell down. He was dizzy and blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dare to wipe it with his hands, and hurriedly knelt down.

"The child knows his mistake, please punish him severely." He wanted to beg for mercy, but begging for mercy at this time is seeking death.

King Zhongshan's face was extremely gloomy: "You self-willed idiot, you want to turn the world upside down before I die?"

"Child dare not."

"Don't you know what the current situation is in the court? Will you lose your life if you hand over people to Yuan'er properly? You are doing extortion and extortion, and you have no sense of hiding the aftermath. Do you really think that the Tingwei Mansion is feared by everyone?" Are you a vegetarian?" Saying this, King Zhongshan gave him another slap in the face.

Song Zhu's cheeks became red and swollen, but he didn't dare to move.

The whole courtyard was silent, even though there were 30 to [-] guards present, no one dared to make the slightest movement.

"Hang up and beat me hard." King Zhongshan said.

Song Zhu was dragged up by the guards, took off his clothes, exposed his upper body in the cold winter months, tied his hands and hung him directly from the tree, King Zhongshan took the horsewhip and lashed him several times, Song Zhu's skin was bruised.

"Just beat it like this. If you can't tear the flesh apart with a whip, just chop off your hands." King Zhongshan shouted violently, and threw the whip to the guards.

Song Zhu was also stiff and remained silent.

King Zhongshan went back to the house and ignored Song Yuan at all. Song Yuan stood up by himself and stood aside watching Song Zhu being tortured.

She knew King Zhongshan's intentions, and instead of giving Donggong an excuse to impeach the palace, it would be better to sacrifice Song Zhu to preserve the palace, just like the prince did not hesitate to sacrifice Song Shu.

There are many children and grandchildren, and they don't care about the loss of one or two.

After more than a dozen lashes, Song Zhu could no longer find a piece of good skin on his body. He hung his head, and he didn't know whether he was trying to endure it or passed out, but the guards didn't stop, and continued to beat him fiercely.

Such a severe punishment made the guards who were used to beating and killing frown, but no one dared to say anything.

After more than a dozen lashes, the guard at the door of the house got the instruction and immediately motioned for the guard to stop. Then the guard who executed the execution stopped quickly, and some people rushed to see if Song Zhu was still alive. put it down.

Until nightfall, Song Zhu was still hanging, and the guards set up braziers around to barely protect him from the severe cold.

Song Yuan had already returned to the room, she stood by the window and kept looking at Song Zhu, her heart was filled with emptiness and something was wrong, she was afraid of fear, but she also became more cautious, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Wei Yan made the bed for her, came over to look outside, and said, "My lord, go to bed early."

"Father hasn't rested yet, I'll wait." King Zhongshan didn't sleep, but she didn't dare to sleep first, otherwise it would be difficult to guarantee that she wouldn't be yelled at.

Wei Yan glanced at Zhongshan King's house, the candles were brightly lit, he didn't try to persuade him anymore, he put the kettle on the charcoal basin to burn, and said goodbye first.

When the son was approaching, the guards got orders to put Song Zhu down, and the candles in King Zhongshan's room went out, and Song Yuan was completely relieved.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Yuan was waiting outside the king's gate of Zhongshan early in the morning. As soon as he came out, he hurriedly greeted him: "Baby, pay respects to the king."

King Zhongshan's eyes fell on her slightly. He asked about Chen Liu's situation clearly. Song Yuan had been there several times in person but was avoided by Song Zhu. He also blocked Huo Ying's investigation several times. You can't find fault with your actions.

If it is to blame, it can only be blamed for her being underestimated because of her young age.

"Let's set off." King Zhongshan gave the order, and the guards prepared the carriage by themselves, helped Song Zhu, who was seriously injured, into the carriage, and soon all set off without much rest along the way.

After arriving outside Jingzhao City, Song Zhu, who was still very weak, was dragged out of the carriage again, put in a prison cart wearing bloody single clothes, and entered the city directly.

(End of this chapter)