Ding Jinzhi begged Lu Wenzheng in tears not to kill his son, but Lu Wenzheng was unselfish and refused to let go. He sternly ordered the guards to push Ding Jiwu out and behead him.
Ding Jinzhi was completely confused at this time and said incoherently: "No, no... Please, please don't kill my son, don't kill my son!..."
At this time, the execution guard came up with a tray and replied to Lu Wenzheng: "Sir, the criminal has been certified and sentenced. Please check!"
After hearing this, Ding Jinzhi immediately froze on the spot as if he was stupid, like a withered tree, his face was as pale as paper, and the flesh and blood all over his body seemed to have been dried by the wind, and he might wither and die at any time.
The butler Ding Yurong on the side felt cold and miserable when he saw his terrifying expression. He only carefully supported Ding Jinzhi's trembling body, but he didn't know what to say to comfort his master. He just said with tears in his eyes: "Master …”
At this time, Ding Jinzhi felt that his eyes were going black for a while, his mind gradually became blank, and then he knew nothing...
When Ding Jinzhi woke up from the frightening nightmare, he heard bursts of grief-stricken cries.
The crying sound seemed very distant at first, suspected to be in a dream; then it gradually became clearer. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a large circle of people around him, including his wife Xu, son Ding Jiying, housekeeper Ding Yurong, and several close family members Ding Yi, Ding Xin, etc.
Mrs. Ding sobbed: "Master, you finally woke up. You don't know how scared we were when you were unconscious just now..."
At this time, Ding Jinzhi's mind was still filled with chaos and confusion, and he said numbly: "Where is Jiwu? Why isn't he here? Didn't he go back to the capital?..."
Mrs. Ding started crying again, "Master, are you confused by the pain? Isn't Jiwu already... wuwu..." Before she could finish her words, there was another sobbing cry in the room.
Ding Jinzhi couldn't help but burst into tears and sighed: "God, why did you do this to me? Let me lose my son in old age and have to suffer such pain in my old age?..."
But Ding Jiying returned to her room in despair. As soon as she entered the door, she saw the little poem "Red Beans" on the wall in front of her, and the picture of a beautiful woman next to the poem.
After Lu Qiuyue ran away from home a few months ago, Ding Jiying became lovesick, so he hired a painter to draw a beauty scroll based on Lu Qiuyue's appearance, hung it in his bedroom, and looked at each other every night to comfort his lovesickness. bitter.
Ding Jiying stared at the lifelike picture of a beautiful woman on the wall, silently reciting the little poem:
Red beans grow in southern countries,
When spring comes, send out a few branches.
I hope you can pick more,
This thing is the most lovesick.
Facing the beauty's beautiful figure, the past events are vivid in my mind, as if they were yesterday.
He couldn't help but feel sad, burst into tears, and murmured: "Ding Jiying, you are so stupid... You clearly know that she doesn't like you, you clearly know that she likes other men in her heart, but you dare not admit it; what's more, She is still the daughter of an enemy, and her father killed your brother...
"Hahaha, you should hate her, but why are you still obsessed with her? Ding Jiying, aren't you still giving up now?..."
He silently picked off the poems and paintings on the wall and threw them into the blazing charcoal fire. In the curling green smoke, only dim ashes were left flying aimlessly, like patches of gray butterflies, just like his gray and cold heart.
The clear night is deep and the autumn drink is moving,
Flowers are falling on the eaves in front of the lamp.
But I feel that there are ghosts and gods when I cry high,
How do you know that you hate filling ravines?
That night, the autumn rain was falling, falling and falling, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
The sky is gray and my heart is heavy.
Ding Jinzhi was alone in his study, sipping a pot of old wine, and humming an ancient poem that he had changed. He chewed the bitterness in his mouth, savored the pain in his heart, and felt only depression and hatred.
He not only hated Lu Wenzheng, but also hated the emperor, the court, and all hateful people. There was only one thought in his mind: revenge! …
He said to himself: "Lu Wenzheng, you killed my son today. In the future, I will make you pay ten times the price for everything you did today!"
Suddenly there was a sound of light footsteps behind him.
Ding Jinzhi turned around weakly and saw a Taoist priest in green who was clear and handsome and had slowly walked up to him. The hazy moonlight coolly washed the solemn and deep face of the Taoist priest in blue.
Ding Jinzhi raised his slightly drunken eyes, glanced at him and said, "How did you get in?"
The Taoist priest in green didn't answer, but changed the subject and said, "Master Ding, have you made up your mind now?"
Ding Jinzhi's eyes full of resentment showed cold murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course! I want revenge! As long as I can kill that old man Lu Wenzheng..."
The green-robed Taoist priest's dark eyes flickered, "Is Lu Wenzheng the only person that Lord Ding wants to get rid of?"
Ding Jinzhi was startled.
The Taoist priest in green sneered, his laughter was dark, terrifying, and made people shudder.
It turns out that the Taoist priest in green is Bai Yu.
Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment. In a quiet and quiet pavilion.
Mo Shuiling's heart, which had been clouded for many days, finally became clear.
Yes, now that her sister's grievances have been brought to light and her enemies have received their due retribution, it's time for her to breathe a sigh of relief and relax. Her long-lost happy face finally showed a comfortable smile.
What's next? Of course he went to the inn to find his great benefactor, Du Zhenghai! She once told him that as long as she redressed her grievances for her sister, she would fly far away with him, find a paradise to live in seclusion, and live a happy life where men farmed and women weaved.
Mo Shuiling got up and walked out. He was going to say goodbye to Lord Lu, Ling Yun and the others, and also thank them for their help to her.
As soon as she left the door, she saw Yang Zhen rushing towards him, "Miss Mo, where are you! Come on, Eunuch Feng has been sent by the Holy Father in the hall in front, waiting to summon you!"
Mo Shuiling couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, what, the Holy One sent someone to summon me? She didn't understand why the majestic king of a country summoned her, a little civilian girl, for a pilgrimage?
Yang Zhen saw that she was just in a daze, so he urged: "Miss Mo, don't hesitate, let's go!"
Mo Shuiling responded vaguely, and followed Yang Zhen hurriedly forward in an anxious mood.
In the hall, Mo Shuiling knelt on the ground with her head lowered and her eyebrows lowered, respectfully receiving the imperial edict; Lu Wenzheng, Ling Yun, Xu Zhi, Yang Zhen and others also stood aside with breathless concentration.
Feng Lin looked solemn and read out the Holy Spirit's decree:
"It is God's destiny, the emperor decreed:
Nowadays, there is Mo Shuiling, a daughter of the Yu family, who is well-educated, chaste, virtuous, graceful and intelligent. I am very happy. I have specially named her Lingfei and will enter the palace to accompany the Holy Driver.
Admire this! "
The people below were agitated.
Mo Shuiling also seemed to be in a daze, and stayed there speechless for a long time; she seemed not to understand the meaning of the imperial edict.
What did the emperor just say to let her enter the palace to accompany the Holy Driver? In other words, she will stay in the palace for the rest of her life and be the emperor's woman forever! ...What about Mr. Du, whom I deeply love in my heart? What about the beautiful rural life that I have been longing for for many days?
At that moment, she felt as if her heart was tightly grasped by a big hand, and then took it out resolutely, ruthlessly throwing it into the ice and snow. It was so cold from the inside out that she was shivering all over. It was so cold that all the blood in his body froze.
Just a moment ago, she was jumping for joy and preparing to meet Du Zhenghai with excitement, to spend her whole life with her beloved and grow old together; now, the ruthless reality broke her dream in the blink of an eye. From now on, all good wishes will turn into clouds and smoke, into a spring dream!
She couldn't figure it out. She couldn't understand why fate would play such a cruel joke on her. Her starry eyes closed, and two lines of clear tears rolled down her cheeks.
Feng Lin saw that Mo Shuiling's face was pale and her expression was extremely frightening, so he quickly and cautiously asked: "Concubine Ling, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable there?"
Mo Shuiling moved her lips, wanting to say something, but she felt as if her chest was being pressed tightly by a huge boulder, and she couldn't say a word.
She felt her eyes drifting into trance, and her thoughts began to wander. She tilted her body and fainted.
There was a panic in the hall...
On a wine table on the second floor of Zhengyang Restaurant, Du Zhenghai was drinking one cup after another. The table was lined with cups and plates, and the dishes and chopsticks were in a mess. It was obvious that he had been drinking here for a long time.
As he drank, he recited a poem by Du Fu inarticulately:
When autumn comes, we take care of each other and still have fluttering hair.
I am ashamed of Ge Hong before I learn Danzhu.
Spending the days drinking heavily and singing wildly,
Who is the hero if he is flying and domineering?
He suddenly smiled bitterly, and when he finished laughing, another glass of bitter wine fell into his stomach. At this time, one hand held his cup and said, "Brother Du, don't drink anymore."
Without looking up, he already knew who it was.
"Come, Brother Ling, have a drink with me. Since ancient times, all sages have been lonely, and only the drinkers leave their names... Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time... Come, drink!..."
The person who came was none other than Ling Yun. He frowned slightly, sat down next to Du Zhenghai, and sighed: "I know you are suffering in your heart, but you don't have to torture yourself in this way! Buying drunkenness can remove the pain in your heart, just Can you buy a solution to the problem?”
Du Zhenghai's eyes were filled with a layer of mist, and he said numbly: "But now, what else can I do? Watching my beloved go to that kind of place where there are no humans or ghosts, but I can't do anything... The world is unfair, the court is ignorant, and the emperor is also a fucking bastard!..."
As soon as he spoke, everyone was shocked. This caused everyone around to look here curiously; even the timid ones, fearing to get into trouble, hurriedly paid the bill with the shopkeeper and left the table in a hurry.
Ling Yun's clear eyes turned around and said with a wry smile: "Brother Du, if you keep yelling like this, you will attract people from the government, but you won't be able to live with it."
Du Zhenghai glanced at him lazily and said, "People from the government, aren't you from the government? Why don't you come and arrest me?"
