[R18] Will drink wine – “About Wine” Chapter 33 [English]

Chapter 33 Uncle and Nephew

After Li Jianheng finished throwing things, he covered his face and choked.

Xiao Chiye avoided the broken objects and knelt down. After a while, Li Jianheng calmed down and said, “Get up! There is no need to kneel like this. You and I are brothers, so it will make us more distant.”

Xiao Chiye stood up and said, “Mr. Ge is just an upright person.”

Li Jianheng was depressed, hiding his face for a long time, and said: “… He came to ask for the account every two days, and I agreed, and the money went out like water, and I didn’t say anything. These days, I was worried all day long, did not think about food and drinks, and lived a very unhappy life. Now Hua Siqian is dead, and Ji Lei is going to be beheaded. Can’t I just ask for a few days to slow down? Ce’an, you don’t know, I’m sitting here, heWe are very dissatisfied.If there are any other choices in this world, they will definitely not choose me.”

When he said this, he became sad again.

“But why do I want to be the emperor? It was he who pushed me, and now he is the one who scolds me! The imperial censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate stares at me all day long, and when I go out to enjoy flowers, they also scold me in a polite way! A eunuch will kill him if he wants, but when he came to Hairen, why couldn’t you save some face for me? I am also the emperor of Zhou Dynasty after all!”

Li Jianheng became angrier as he talked, but there was nothing on the table that could be smashed, so he punched his thigh angrily.

“He calls Mu Ru a dirty person, what kind of noble and good people are they! In the past, when we were drinking on Donglong Street, none of these people seemed to be sanctimonious, but when they took off their pants, they were all bastards! I originally picked Mu Ru from an innocent family. If Xiao Fuzi’s bitch hadn’t interfered with it, would she have fallen into the hands of Thief Pan? My heart will break!”

Li Jianheng told all his complaints, but Xiao Chiye just listened and said nothing.By the time he stopped, most of his anger had disappeared.

“If you really treat me as an emperor and respect me, I will also be diligent and studious. Brother Huang entrusted me with this thousands of miles of land, and I also want to be a prosperous monarch.” Li Jianheng said aggrievedly, “…Hai Renshi just looks down on me.”

Xiao Chiye said at this time: “On the contrary, Mr. Ge is so upright and speaks out precisely because he has high hopes for the emperor. The emperor must not hold any grudges. You must know that Mr. Haige is also harsh and harsh towards Yao Wenyu, the ‘uncut jade’.”

Li Jianheng was dubious and said, “Seriously?”

Xiao Chiye said: “If this were not the case, why did Mr. Ge kill Shuanglu today?”

Li Jianheng thought about it for a moment and said, “…that’s true too.”

If Hai Liangyi didn’t value he, why would he ask him about everything?

Li Jianheng remembered that the Queen Mother gave him snacks just a few days after he ascended the throne. After Hai Liangyi learned about it, he specifically told him to change all his spoons and chopsticks to silver ones.

Hai Liangyi is rigid and unsmiling.But unlike Hua Siqian, he has no disciples, and he only has one student, Yao Wenyu.In order to avoid suspicion, Hai Liangyi has not become an official since Yao Wenyu is so talented and learned.He never formed a clique in the cabinet, and he was the only one who rushed out to save Emperor Hamdeok despite all his efforts on the Nanlin hunting ground.

He is a solitary minister in the book, with a high cliff and a thousand feet without branches.

When Li Jianheng recalled, Xiao Chiye also had ideas.

Li Jianheng has a saying that makes it clear that as long as there are other choices in this world, the person who is on the throne today will not be Li Jianheng.But even Emperor Xiande had no choice. Li Jianheng might be the only candidate in this world.

Since they have supported he, we must teach him.The current situation of the country in the Great Zhou Dynasty is difficult, and it seems that everything has calmed down, but in fact the storm has already started again.

The loyal ministers headed by Hai Liangyi were all looking at Li Jianheng. He might be a piece of rotten wood in their eyes, but Hai Liangyi raised his hands and supported Li Jianheng with his old backbone, asking him to hold on, to return to the right path, and to be an emperor who could leave his name.

Xiao Chiye and civil servants have never dealt with each other because the center of Qudu was afraid of the military power on the border.These people are the invisible cage that he is trapped in, and they are also the strong bones that allow Dazhou to stumble forward today.

A general is not afraid of death because he cannot.

Civil servants are not afraid of death because they are meticulous.

Li Jianheng was used to being servile and servile, and he needed a teacher like Hai Liangyi who could criticize the current situation.

“Mrs. Mu has no reputation after all. If the emperor is really serious, it is better to have a long talk with the elder. It is when the Great Zhou Dynasty needs the emperor’s heir. As long as the emperor can be honest, the elder will not be perfunctory.” Xiao Chiye finally said, “As for Ji Lei and Pan Rugui, I heard that Dali Temple has not yet sentenced them?”

At this moment, Li Jianheng was thinking about Hai Liangyi’s good deeds. He nodded absently and said, “If the accounts don’t match up, we have to review it again…”

* * *

Dongzhu was hollow. When Shen Zechuan drew out the thin strip of cloth, the handwriting had been blurred by water, so he burned the strip of cloth.

Xiao Chiye’s every move last night was in front of his eyes. This man may have touched Dongzhu, but it was impossible to see what was written inside.But Xiao Chiye must have become suspicious, because Shen Zechuan answered the question on Fengshan Mountain wrong.Xiao Chiye even told him the origin of the Forbidden Army’s accounts, just waiting for him to confess, but he denied it so firmly.

Shen Zechuan boiled the medicine and drank it in one gulp.The bitter taste filled his mouth, and he suffered from this pain, like the pain he recalled every day and night.Finally, he smiled mockingly, wiped his mouth, and fell asleep.

he is dreaming again.

In the tea stone sinkhole in the dream, the cold wind was still howling. He no longer lay underneath, but stood alone on the edge of the sinkhole, overlooking the 40,000 soldiers who were struggling to survive like ants.

The Biansha cavalry surrounded the Tiankeng, like a black tide in the dark night. They overwhelmingly swallowed up the vitality of the Zhongbo garrison and turned the place into a slaughterhouse.

A hand stretched out from the rolling bones, Ji Mu looked like a puppet, stretched out his upper body covered with long arrows, and shouted to Shen Zechuan with a choked sob: “Brother, it hurts…”

Shen Zechuan was like a clay or wooden sculpture, unable to move or shout.He was breathing rapidly, sweating like rain, and clenching his teeth.

The leader of the Biansha Cavalry wore a helmet, and his hair that fluttered in the wind had turned bright red in Shen Zechuan’s nightmares day after day.He raised his arm and pointed gently at the sinkhole. The arrows behind his back swarmed down like locusts, piercing the body densely, piercing the flesh and splashing hot blood.

The heavy snow in the sky also turned red, and Shen Zechuan watched Ji Mu sink into the bloody mud and be swallowed up by the sticky red waves.

His hands are cold, and so is his blood.

Shen Zechuan woke up.

he As if nothing happened, he sat up, facing the light from the window, bowed his head and stayed quiet for a moment, then got out of bed and got dressed.

The guards lurking in the house watched Shen Zechuan leave the room, have dinner, and go to the bathhouse.

Half an hour later, Konoe, who was staring intently, frowned and asked the person next to him: “Why hasn’t he come out yet?”

The two people looked at each other and felt something bad.When the guard rushed into the bathhouse, he only saw neatly folded clothes, and Shen Zechuan had long disappeared.

Xi Hongxuan booked two buildings and invited people to have tea.He felt anxious after sitting, so he got up to go to the toilet.As soon as he left the room and took a few steps in the corridor, he was patted down.

Xi Hongxuan turned around, almost took a few steps back, and then said: “Why…how are you so mysterious!”

“There’s been a lot going on lately.” Shen Zechuan casually poured cold tea, “Dali Temple’s third trial, Ji Lei and Pan Rugui’s delay in judging is probably because neither Hai Liangyi nor Xue Xiuzhuo pried what they wanted out of their mouths.”

Xi Hongxuan looked around and whispered: “You want to kill Ji Lei, but what can you do in front of everyone? The Hua Dang case involves a lot, and there are too many people who are afraid of being bitten by the two of them. Hai Liangyi just wanted to be on guard against the unexplained death of the two of them, so he ordered people to be on guard. You can’t do anything.”

“I won’t do anything,” Shen Zechuan smiled mockingly at Xi Hongxuan, “but I have a way to make Ji Lei speak.”

Xi Hongxuan looked at him for a long time, then personally picked up the teapot and poured tea for him, and said: “…What can I do?”

Shen Zechuan sipped tea and said, “Let me see Ji Lei.”

* * *

Ji Lei was tortured for several days and was shackled in prison with his head unkempt and his feet bare.I heard someone coming over, then opened the prison door, covered his head, and dragged him out.

Ji Lei was pushed onto the carriage, and after a while, he was dragged off again and thrown to the ground.The surroundings were quiet except for the sound of dripping water in the corner.

Ji Lei got up from the ground, covered himself with a black cloth bag and asked, “Who is it?”

The water droplets splashed to pieces, but no one responded.

Ji Lei felt a chill running down his spine. He held up his arms and said tentatively, “…Mr. Hai Ge?”

But still no one answered.

Ji Lei’s throat slid forward, his knees moved forward, and he hit the iron railing.he groped, stabilized his body, and shouted: “It’s either Mr. Haige or Xue Xiuzhuo! What other methods do you want to use to torture me today? Just come!”

“…Speak, why don’t you speak?!”

“Who is it? Who is it? What do you want to do… Do you think I’m afraid because you don’t speak? I’m not afraid… I’m not afraid!”

Ji Lei lowered his head and rubbed the bag off between his arms. He moved his eyes and saw Shen Zechuan sitting on a chair directly in front of him.

Shen Zechuan, dressed in moon-white clothes, put his head on the handle of the chair and stared at Ji Lei expressionlessly.

Laughter burst out of Ji Lei’s throat, he scratched the railing, squeezed his face, and said in a dark voice: “It’s you… Zhongbo’s lost dog. What did the evil beast want to do to your uncle? To avenge Ji Gang, or to avenge yourself?”

Shen Zechuan said nothing, and the smile in his loving eyes disappeared, leaving only a heavy, dark gaze.

Ji Lei couldn’t even find “hate” in it. He felt that the person sitting was not a flesh-and-blood person, but a hungry wild dog that had begun to eat human flesh and blood.

Ji Lei lowered his eyes and said with hatred: “The Ji family has no heirs. You are the one who cut off Ji Gang’s life. What are you looking at me for? Shen Zechuan, it was your Shen family who killed Ji Mu and Hua Ping.”Ting’s people are also your Shen family.You have lived for so long, how do you face yourself?You are the evil ghost of tens of thousands of innocent souls. You are the continuation of Shen Wei’s elusive existence. You deserve to be cut into pieces…”

Ji Lei laughed softly, looking slightly crazy.

“Do you think I’m afraid of you? You’re a wild bastard that no one wants, and you can live a good life just by taking off your pants and following Xiao Er? Haha!”

Shen Zechuan also laughed.

Ji Lei’s laughter gradually stopped and he said coldly: “Is it funny? My situation today will be your situation tomorrow.”

Shen Zechuan put down his legs, leaned on the chair as if thinking, and said, “I’m so scared.”

When he spoke, it was with light sarcasm.

“Evil ghost, bastard, wild dog, bastard.” Shen Zechuan stood up, squatted outside the railing, and gradually laughed at Ji Lei. He said crazily and restrainedly, “You are right, it’s all me. I am the evil ghost crawling out of the tea stone sinkhole, the bastard left behind after Shen Wei’s self-immolation, the homeless wild dog, and the bastard reviled by thousands of people. You understand me so well, uncle, I am so happy.”

Ji Lei trembled uncontrollably.

Shen Zechuan stared at him, his eyes far more sinister than before, as if a person had died under this stunning skin, and the one who survived was an unknown beast.

“Five years ago,” Shen Zechuan approached the railing, looked at Ji Lei’s fear, and said softly, “I am the one kneeling here. What did you say to me on the day you sent me to Zhaosu Temple?”

Ji Lei’s throat tightened, and he wanted to answer, but couldn’t.

“I am deeply grateful for your kindness.” Shen Zechuan said piously, “Every day, every night.”