He saw that the tiger had eaten all the meat, and even chewed Mr. Huang Cong's bones into pieces, chewing them in his mouth, and then spit out the broken bones. He didn't know if he wanted to eat the bone marrow or to clean his mouth?
One Mr. Huang Cong could not satisfy the two tigers at all. The two tigers were not satisfied with their meal. They roared and left with small steps.
After the tiger had gone far away, Yunkong lowered the fairy tree, looked around, and then picked up the remains of Mr. Huang Cong.
Looking at the broken bones and internal organs on the ground, Yun Kong didn't know how to clean it up for a moment. He picked up Mr. Huang Cong's head and smoothed the messy hair. Two eyeballs were removed from his handsome face and his nose was missing. , the jaw was also torn off along with the tongue.
Yun Kong put his head into the fairy tree, picked up the broken bones piece by piece, and put them into a cloth bag.
It's not like he's never done this before.
After finally cleaning up, he was going back to Mr. Huang Cong's thatched cottage, thinking about how to tell his family.
Will they be sad?
Mr. Huang Cong has committed suicide more than once. On the contrary, if his family sees him staying young forever while he himself grows old and dies, maybe it will be even sadder, right?
While he was thinking so wildly, Yun Kong had boarded the Xiancha and took off slowly on it.
He had a strange feeling in his heart. Before yesterday, immortals, immortals, and immortality were just unattainable legends, but overnight they all became reality.
But today, he actually flew in the sky on Xiancha.
He moved his wrist somewhat unaccustomedly to control this wonderful aircraft.
Could it be that the "immortal" that was previously thought to be purely a legend and an ideal really existed? And Wu Sheng is one of the immortals?
Do the gods really have all kinds of magical tools that allow them to do all kinds of incredible things?
Things that he had never believed in had already happened in front of him one by one. He didn't have time to accept it, and his mind was a little confused.
"Mr. Yunkong..."
Is this really the case? Yun Kong thought to himself and shook his head helplessly.
"Maybe you should burn me."
"It's no use, you have set yourself on fire before."
"Burned into ashes...sprinkled into the sea..."
Yun Kong looked at his feet and saw that Mr. Huang Cong's tongue had grown and his chin was complete. Only his two eyeballs had not grown yet, like two pearls in a hole, rolling gently.
"I don't know..." Yun Kong said, "Have you ever been boiled?" I remember that the monarchs before the Han Dynasty liked to cook people.
"feeling bad."
"I can imagine."
The two were silent for a while, and then Yunkong said: "I'll return the Xiancha to you."
Mr. Huang Cong moved hard and turned his head to the corner of Xiancha.
"I only take some of the money as payment," Mr. Huang Cong said a little disappointedly, "I will leave the rest to my wife, and the old man will share some with him..."
"where are you going?"
"I want to lend you the Xiancha."
"Thank you," Yun Kong looked at the thatched cottage, "but I haven't fulfilled your conditions."
"You'll get it done."
Yun Kong was puzzled and looked down at him.
"You can go wherever you want with Xiancha, just don't go to Wusheng." Mr. Huang Cong's eyes have grown, and he is looking at him with wide eyes, "I will go with you everywhere, I believe Wusheng is not there." Lied to me."
Under the scorching sun, Daguilu is surrounded by peaks, filled with a sense of loneliness.
"Only you can make me die."
The clouds faced the blowing wind from high altitude, and the wind blew tears out of my eyes.
He was troubled in the sky, hesitantly manipulating the handle of Xiancha.
The storm is coming!
At this moment, he finally understood the true meaning of this sentence.
There was still a trace of throbbing in his muscles, telling him the uneasiness in his heart.
He still remembers that day...
On February 6, the second year of Jingkang (1127), the nightmare suddenly turned into a terrifying reality.
That day, the Jin soldiers who occupied Kaifeng, the capital, tore off the dragon robes of the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor, asked them to put on civilian clothes and took them back to the north.
"The Emperor of the Jin Kingdom issued an edict to abolish Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan as common people."
After that day, hundreds of officials still gathered in the court every day, discussing impetuously under the empty dragon chair: "What does the Jin man want?"
"Seeing that the two emperors were deposed, wouldn't the Song Dynasty be destroyed?"
"But the Jin man informed all the officials and still went to court. I don't know what he wants?"
Everyone's conversations ended with question marks, and no one could tell why.
The emperor was gone, and the Jin people ordered that they should go to court every day, which was inevitable. Seeing everyone waiting for a long time, the eunuch in charge of ceremonies had no choice but to run out and announce: "We will not go to court early today, we will withdraw from the court─"
After retreating from the court, several officials winked at each other, each took a sedan chair or walked (the mules and horses were taken away by the Jin people), and gathered at the residence of one of them.
Everyone gathered in the room that was regarded as a secret room and asked their family members to avoid it before they started talking.
"Sun Fu, Minister of War, has been taken to the north with the Second Emperor, and General Zhang Shuye's whereabouts are also unknown. The soldiers in the capital now are either Jin soldiers or captured soldiers of the Song Dynasty..."
"The Song Dynasty is hopeless..."
"It's unclear whether the Song Dynasty will be successful or not. There are still members of the Zhao family who have fled south, but we are definitely hopeless."
They were trapped in the capital captured by the Jin soldiers and could not move at all.
"In fact..." An official named Wang Shiyong coughed, "Master Mo and Master Wu just returned from the Jin Camp and brought back the order of the Jin Marshal..."
Everyone fell silent and waited nervously for Wang Shiyong to speak.
The Jin soldiers set up a "left behind" in each captured city to take charge of the whole city. Wang Shiyong was the "left behind" in Kaifeng, the capital, and was in charge of such an important city, so his words are currently the most weighty.
"Since we surrender, we can save our lives, and the Song Dynasty will still be governed by the Han people." Wang Shiyong chose his words carefully.
He was talking about being governed by "Han people", not the Zhao family clan.
"So, the Marshal of the Jin Kingdom wants us to elect one person to be the emperor and continue to govern the Song Dynasty."
It turned out that the territory of the Song Dynasty was so big that the Jin people could not swallow this piece of cake for a while.
The capital city has been captured, so it is better to stabilize the capital city first and then continue to invade the south... So the Jin people came up with the method of "ruling the Han Dynasty with the Han Dynasty".
Naturally, this "Han" cannot be a member of the Zhao family. It would be better to find someone with a foreign surname who is willing to obey.
"Master Wang means..." Everyone held their breath and looked at each other, wondering who this yellow robe would be attached to.
Naturally, this secret discussion cannot be spread out first, otherwise it will spoil the matter.
Because they know that there have always been some loyal elements in the imperial court, who are all bitter scholars who study hard. They will use the words benevolence and righteousness when there is nothing wrong, and refer to others as villains and themselves as gentlemen.
They know that these people are just asking for the word "death" and just want to die and leave their name in history. When the Jin soldiers came in, they could only kick their feet in a hurry, probably because they were afraid that their name of loyalty would not be remembered. Be killed.
These officials who only talk but do not practice know that when the country rises and falls, it is a great opportunity to show loyalty.
But Wang Shiyong thought differently. The rise and fall of a country was a rare opportunity to seek benefits.
Wang Shiyong didn't think it was despicable to listen to the Jin man's words. He just wanted to go in the direction of the best interests, and didn't think about those empty things that would leave his name in history.
"Anyway, tomorrow morning, everyone must respond. Once they start to coax, those people will have nothing to say."
Everyone nodded silently, couldn't help but look at each other, and quickly averted their eyes, fearing that others would see the calculation in their eyes.
In the main hall, the empty dragon chair dazzled the officials below.
The overall situation is uncertain, and everyone is suspicious, not knowing what unexpected thing will happen next moment.
However, he already had a premonition that something was going to happen.
No, he didn't know about yesterday's secret discussion.
But he was born with a good nose and could smell subtle abnormal changes.
That ominous smell is like a spider thread wrapped around my heart, which cannot be cleared away no matter what.
Sure enough, that morning, something happened.
A group of people headed by the "left-behind" Wang Shiyong proposed to elect Zhang Bangchang as emperor.
The highest-ranking person in the court was Wang Shiyong, and his words were like imperial edicts.
What's more, everyone knows that he is the golden man's mouthpiece.
"I believe that a country cannot be without its owner for a day, just like the sky cannot be without a sun for a day, otherwise the four seasons will be out of order and the people will have no one to rely on." Wang Shiyong spoke loudly, reciting a set of justice theories as usual, "The position of the emperor, Since ancient times, virtuous people have lived here, and I and my colleagues have consulted scholars and common people, and jointly elected Zhang Bangchang as emperor to uphold moral ethics..."
As a result, his friends expressed their support for Zhang Bangchang as emperor, and tried to push him to the throne of emperor.
