Chasing King

Yan Sikong took out the prepared silver and politely gave it to the warden.

"Lord Yan, what does that mean?" The warden quickly declined, "I can't use it."

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "I'm under the command of the general and Mr. Changshi to persuade Ge Zhong to draw a verdict on the crime. I hope it's convenient for me and my brothers to avoid it."

The warden whispered, "it's useless. If you're punished, you just won't draw."

"I know. The general ordered me to have a try." Yan Sikong also followed his example and said in a low voice, "if you have been punished, I'll try a toast."

The warden said with a clear smile: "Lord Yan went to Kuizhou alone. With his eloquence, he won the city without blood. We admire him. No wonder the general wants to send you. Don't worry." He told the guards to go out with him.

Yan Sikong put the money bag into his arms: "buy some good wine for the brothers."

"It's better to be obedient than respectful. Thank you, Mr. Yan." The warden and the jailer left happily.

Yan Sikong closed the iron door of the cell and stepped down the narrow stone ladder step by step in the dim light. His footsteps were very light. He seemed afraid that he would be in a dream and dare not make too much noise.

After all, he has been waiting for this day for eleven years.

Inside the cell, there was a smell of mildew and blood. It was hard to breathe. The thin moonlight leaked from the high window. All kinds of cold and strange torture tools made a dark shadow on the wall. When the moonlight came to the corner, it had completely disappeared. The darkness seemed to be a bottomless abyss, devouring everything around.

Yan Sikong's spotless white clothes are out of place with the air of resentment and killing. However, his original natural and easy temperament has been completely replaced by the coldness. The white clothes, which roam in the dark place, can't help but seem a bit strange.

Yan Sikong went to the only cell in the prison and quietly looked at the man lying on his back. His clothes were bloodstained, his hair was messy and dirty, and his curled body looked very fragile.

Yan Sikong gently raised his lips and showed a twisted smile.

The people in the cell seemed to notice something, and turned around slowly. The man who was 20 years old in one night was Ge Zhong, the governor of the two lakes and now a prisoner.

Ge Zhong looked at him indifferently and was about to turn around.

"Lord Ge." Yan Sikong said softly, "tomorrow we are leaving for Beijing. I've brought some good wine and dishes. Would you like to have two drinks with my late life?"

"Don't waste your time." Ge Zhong opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm wronged. I'm not rebellious. If you want to kill or cut me, I'll never draw."

"I'll talk about it later. Life is like duckweed. You can't help yourself to wind and rain. Why don't you have fun in time? Don't let this meal down. "

Ge Zhong was silent for a while. He turned around and slowly got up from the couch. He staggered over. He was very sick and dying.

Yan Sikong sat on the ground, put the food and wine into the iron bar, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to ge Zhong: "come on, my late life, I'd like to propose a cup to Mr. Ge."

Ge Zhong sneered: "to me what?"

"Respect Lord GE's perseverance."

Ge Zhong couldn't tell whether Yan Sikong was satirizing him, but he didn't care. He didn't wait for Yan Sikong, and he raised his head to dry a cup of wine. The pungent liquor flowed through his throat and poured into his body. His thin body trembled. The pain and cold were paralyzed for a few minutes. He called out: "good, good wine!"

Yan Sikong also drank a cup: "Mr. Ge, the food is still hot. Please have some."

Ge Zhong is not polite either. He picked up the bowl and picked up a few mouthfuls.

Yan Sikong didn't move his chopsticks, but just looked at GE Zhong with a smile. They were separated by only a few iron pillars, but he looked at GE Zhong as if he were looking at the prey that had fallen into his own trap. Life and death were all on his own.

Ge Zhong suddenly noticed it. He raised his head and ran into Yan Si's smiling eyebrows. His heart trembled violently and he felt chilly.

Yan Sikong said, "Mr. Ge, eat more."

But Ge Zhong stopped and looked at the food and wine in his hand hesitantly.

Yan Sikong "ha ha" said with a smile: "are you afraid of me poisoning He took a few bites with him.

Ge Zhong snorted coldly: "you and I have no injustice or hatred. What are you doing to poison a dying man?"

Yan Si hollow thought, you and I have grievances and grudges, but I will never poison you, I want to watch you be put on the scaffold, and I look at you from below, just like watching my father under the scaffold.

Ge Zhong finished his meal and leaned weakly against the wall: "you go, no matter what you want to say, I will never draw."

Yan Sikong took out a scroll from his sleeve, on which every word was written by him, and many of them were the evidence he personally collected. He spread out the scroll and faced Ge Zhong: "do you want to see your crime book?"

Without raising his eyes, Ge Zhong murmured, "I'm not rebellious. I'm wronged. I won't draw.""I know the Lord is wronged."

Ge Zhong was stunned and looked at Yan Sikong: "do you know?"

Yan Sikong's tone is very gentle: "yes, I know that the adults did not rebel."

Ge Zhong suddenly got excited: "what do you know? Who set me up? Who wrote those letters? Who put them in my house? Are they you? Are they you

"Although my Lord did not rebel, other crimes are also hard evidence."

"I'm not rebellious!" Ge Zhong glared at Yan Sikong, "what do you know?"

Yan Sikong was not in a hurry to answer his question, but just said with a smile: "are you still waiting for Duke Xie to save you? Now, because of you, Mr. Xie is in a mess. He has already given up on you. "

"What are you trying to say?" Ge Zhonghan said in a voice, "no matter how excited you are, I will never draw a note. I will never admit what I have not done. You should die of this heart."

"My Lord has committed many crimes and will die. Don't you plan for your son and relatives at all?"

Ge Zhong narrowed his eyes.

"If you don't want to draw, the final result will be either forced to draw, or forced to draw. At that time, every crime will be settled. But if you want to draw, the general and Mr. Changshi will treat your son lightly." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "the Empress Dowager is not well recently. Your majesty is a dutiful son. As long as you ask her to forgive me at that time, benevolent people think that the Empress Dowager prays, your son will survive."

Ge Zhong said coldly, "why should I trust you as a little Hanlin? If Zhao Fu Yi really dares to promise to let my son go, he will ask him to say to himself, "what are you?"

"How can we bargain with the prisoners because of the high status of the general? I can only convey this meaning."

"You..." Ge Zhong scolded, "then go away. I don't believe you. I, Ge Zhong, am a loyal man, a mirror of the sun and the moon. I will never bear the eternal stigma of treason and die. My son is filial and fraternal, and I will never live in idleness! "

Yan Sikong laughs twice, then laughs more and more loudly, and finally looks up and laughs, which makes the whole person tremble. The laughter reverberates in the open cell, bumping into the cold and wet walls, gloomy torture tools and dim candle fire, arousing the echo of layers, as if provoking demons and monsters to laugh together, which makes people feel chilly.

Ge Zhong looked around and said angrily, "what are you laughing at? Don't laugh!"

Yan Sikong stopped laughing for a long time. He shook his head and said with emotion: "I can't believe that GE Zhong and Lord Ge are so strong and unyielding. They are so proud that they can set an example to the world. It's a pity. If I didn't know your true face, I would have admired you. "

Ge Zhong hated, "I didn't conspire, I didn't conspire..."

"You are not rebellious." Yan Sikong stares at GE Zhong directly, "then you don't have corruption, embezzlement, dereliction of duty, betrayal of office, dictatorship?"

Ge Zhong's face was ferocious: "people framed me, just like those forged letters, people framed me! It's all fake! "

"Oh, those letters." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "Mr. Ge is no stranger to forged letters. You must know someone who can imitate human handwriting, right?"

"Have you found anyone who can imitate human handwriting?" Ge Zhong grasped the iron bar with both hands, "you go to check, Jingzhou has not, go to other places to check, go to check!"

Yan Sikong laughed, picked up the book of crime that GE Zhong disdained to look at, spread out most of it, put it in front of him, and said in a soft voice: "my Lord is a famous calligrapher and painter. The dust imperial edict that my lord wrote a few years ago is praised as the elegant demeanor of boyuantie. In my late life, I don't dare to make an axe, but I only ask you to respect me. Is this word OK?"

Ge Zhong blinked his eyes and looked at the crime book. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and scanned it at a glance. It was not the crime that he was asked to draw, but a self-reported crime book. The words on the paper were clearly his!

Ge Zhong looked at Yan Sikong when he saw the ghost and pointed to him with trembling fingers: "you You This is your imitation You... "

Yan thinks of nothing but smiles.

Ge Zhong suddenly rushed forward with a loud roar and stretched out his arm, which was as thin as a dead tree branch, to Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong flashed gracefully.

"Who are you?" Ge Zhong's eyes were congested, and he described them as ferocious. He yelled, "why did you harm me?"

Yan Sikong appreciated Ge Zhong's embarrassed and crazy appearance. He felt extremely happy. He said with a smile, "Ge Zhong, do you remember Guangning eleven years ago?"