Princess Fuyao

Chapter 64
"What did you put in your breakfast?" Just now, I thought I had sat for a long time, my hands and feet were numb, but now I still can't lift it, the fake thief asked in fear.

"The muscles and bones are loose." The jailer even said with a smile. "Your kung fu has been exhausted, and you can't commit crimes even if you want to commit crimes. If you knew that the Ministry of Cao had ordered you to be killed, we wouldn't bother with it. It's a mess, and it costs two taels of silver."

"What did you say? My kung fu has completely dissipated?" The fake thief turned pale with shock.

"You're going to die soon, it doesn't matter if you have the skills or not?"

"I was sent by the Duke of the country, he will definitely save me, you guys, how can you let me complete the mission he sent me if you let me go?" The fake thief was very sad.

"What time is it, you still want to fool us." A jailer kicked him.

The fake thief doesn't care about these anymore. After he was imprisoned, someone secretly sent him clothes for him to change, and someone delivered food every day, and the food was not bad. These were all arranged by the Duke of the State. Then, I am going to die, the Duke of the State If the master arranged for him, he must have reported it.He firmly believed that the Duke would know the news that he had been killed.

In order to delay time, he didn't care about the beatings and kicks of several escorts, but he just refused to leave. The place where people killed people in the capital was in front of the vegetable market in front of the west gate of the inner city, but the place where he took him today was still at the Ministry of Criminal Justice. In the prison, he tried his best, and he arrived in less than a quarter of an hour. Seeing the bare-armed executioner with his face full of flesh, murderously holding a shining big knife, the last hope in the fake robber's heart was lost. Such a short time , How could the Duke have time to save people?
He was thrown to the ground, and the execution officer was very bored sitting in a shed made of mats on one side. Three more prisoners came one after another, and they put signs on their backs like him. All four of them were burglars.

The prison officer read out the criminal evidence, it was Liu Sangui, the crime of theft and homicide, Liu Sangui was so frightened that he became a puddle of mud, trembling and unable to draw, he was stuffed with a pen, and he held it in the hands of the clerk. With an X drawn on his name, two prison guards dragged him to the guillotine.

The time was not up, and the waiting process was very depressing. One of the kneelings became incontinent, and a stench filled the surroundings, and the fake thief vomited uncomfortably.After a while, the neat clothes became dirty.

At this moment, his mood was particularly contradictory, he would rather die than endure such torture, but there was a trace of luck in his heart, hoping to delay the time so that his master could have time to rescue him.

Just when the chaos in his mind was gradually becoming numb, the execution officer ordered majestically to wake him up. When the time came, the executioner swung his sword, Liu Sangui's head was thrown high, and bright red blood spurted out. The soul-calling banner on one side was dyed red.The fake thief only felt that the color was particularly dazzling, as if it was like a ball of fire, burning him to the core.

The three people around him were all dragged up to their deaths. The fake thief was completely disappointed. Since he knew he was going to die, more than an hour has passed. If the Duke of the Kingdom wants to send someone over, it should have arrived long ago.

"You have no kung fu. Even if you are the Duke's man, no one will rescue you. Which master is willing to want a useless person?" The jailer who escorted him approached him with a mocking expression at this moment.

"His master is not good. A loyal master will do everything possible to rescue his subordinates even if they are disabled. Only a righteous master can have a loyal servant." Another jailer disagreed with his companion's point of view.

The fake thief also thought so, remembering that his cousin said that he was dull and ignorant of world affairs, not suitable for walking in the rivers and lakes, and he felt a little regretful, but now it is useless to regret, he is dead, everything is gone.

"A good bird chooses a branch to live in, and a good general chooses a master to serve. You have no eyes, and you can't find a master. Accept your fate." The clerk took his roster and came over to signal him to mark it.

"My name is Dongfang Chenxing, and the master I voted for is Mao Guogong Liang. I hope you will release this news after I die. I have several brothers who regard him as the master. I don't want them to be like me, just like this I lost my life in a daze."

"Ah? I thought you lied to us. If the king of Zhenbei, this matter will be discussed separately." The secretary ran to the supervisor and muttered something, and the supervisor's face became ugly. He didn't dare to throw down the red wooden stick in his hand, he turned his head and gave a few words to a lieutenant beside him, and saw the lieutenant beside him walking out quickly.

The fake thief saw this, and shouted anxiously: "Wait, wait!"

The clerk ran down, and the fake thief said anxiously: "The people I usually come into contact with are all the masters of the Duke, you go to him, his name is Cheng Jiangmin, and he lives in the courtyard under the big locust tree in the middle of Huiqingfang. "

The supervisor was a little hesitant, and finally waved his hand to let the deputy general go.

The book office chatted with Dongfang Xingchen: "The king of Zhenbei is in the limelight now. If he is willing to talk, you can save your life. Hey, brother, when you go out, don't forget to help our master Say something nice."

Dongfang Xingchen was uneasy at the moment, he didn't have the heart to accept the scribe's words, but he didn't dare not to agree, so he nodded.

Seeing the sun slanting to the west, the shadow cast by the shade of the trees was getting bigger and bigger, and everyone in the yard became anxious. The supervisor and beheader made decisions without authorization, and he had to bear a lot of responsibility. He couldn't sit still for a long time. Pacing back and forth, the book office had just chatted with Dongfang Xingchen, but at this moment his brows were also tightly frowned.

The deputy general finally came back, and he reported panting to the supervisor: "The people who went back to the yard under the big pagoda tree in Qingfang said that they don't know Dongfang Xingchen, and their master's name is not Cheng Jiangmin."

"Did you find the wrong place?" Dongfang Xingchen said in a desperate struggle, "the entrance there is small, but inside it is a big courtyard with five rooms and three entrances. Behind the screen wall at the entrance, there is a big peony tree .”

"I don't know what kind of flower tree it is, I only see it bent into an arch shape." The words of the deputy general completely shattered Dongfang Xingchen's last hope, and he sat down on the ground slumped.

"My lord, I ran into General Guo on the way. He heard about this and demanded a strict trial for the crime of embezzlement. He has already gone to ask for an order. Let us wait a while."

Dongfang Xingchen was finally taken outside the city by General Guo.

"My surname is Fang, and my name is Fang Zixing. Dongfang Xingchen is an alias outside. My cousin said that he wanted to join Liang Bingzheng, the King of Zhenbei. Later, something happened to the Duke, so the master went to find the current King of Zhenbei. For some reason, he It will come soon, and I am not allowed to go to see the Duke, my cousin died of illness two years ago, I am not willing to be buried in martial arts, so I left the rivers and lakes and came to the capital."

"Have you met Duke Mao?"

"No, but I have met his young master. The young master treats people very well, otherwise I would not be willing to change my name and surname, live in Huiqingfang, and listen to Cheng Jiangmin's yelling."

"Cheng Jiangmin asked you to impersonate Yang Tongchui this time, what is the so-called?"

"He said that someone was recruiting talents. I came out of the rivers and lakes, pretended to miss, and went to prison. Someone must rescue me and let me join him. I will work hard for this person. When I gain a firm foothold, someone will contact me."

"Let me ask you something, do you want to serve the country, or do you want to covet wealth?"

Fang Zixing blinked his eyes and thought for a while: "I want to serve the country. If I can make contributions, get promoted and make a fortune, and be kind to my wife and son, then of course it would be even better. If I can learn literary and martial arts, I can sell it to the emperor's family."

"In other words, you want to serve the country, not Duke Mao, right?"

"Yes. But isn't Lord Mao Guo praised by the emperor as the country's fence? I rely on him because I want to serve the country."

"Do you feel cheated now?"

Fang Zixing lowered his head sadly.

"When was Mao Guogong praised by the emperor as the country's fence?"

"I also heard that the emperor praised Zhenbei King, but when my cousin passed away, he warned me not to join him. I wandered around the capital, hoping to find someone willing to take him in. Finally, I met Mao Guogong. I think he is The later family should have the strength, so I agreed."

"Have you heard of me?"

"I've heard that among the four famous generals under King Zhenbei back then, General He was the leader, and you were the second."

"Now that Duke Mao has abandoned you, you can be said to be free. Are you willing to join me and serve the country?"

"I am willing, I am willing." Fang Zixing cried, "But in prison, I have been crippled, my martial arts have been crippled, and I am already a useless person. General Guo, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't." I can't repay your kindness!"

Seeing his pitiful appearance with tears streaming down his face, General Guo sighed: "I will ask the imperial physician in the palace to diagnose your pulse tomorrow. It would be great if I can find an antidote."

"General, if this is the case, you have the kindness of rebuilding me, just like my parents' kindness in life. I will definitely die and die to repay your great kindness."

His words sounded like the false words of a flatterer, but seeing his tears streaming down his face and his expression of sincere gratitude, General Guo couldn't help but believe that what he said was true.

Although Fang Zixing is good at martial arts, he has never traveled in the rivers and lakes. He is a reckless and straightforward martial artist. It is no wonder that such a person takes orders from his master every day, instead of being a dead soldier who is kept by the prince of Zhenbei. He even lied to him. Duke Mao knew that he couldn't keep secrets.

Liang Bingwang heard that this round had failed before it even started, so he scolded Fang Zixing angrily, then turned his eyes to think of other ideas.

Seeing Fang Zixing's qualifications like this, General Guo shook his head, telling Fuyao not to entrust him with important tasks alone.

(End of this chapter)