Song Erbao finally climbed to this position through various means, but he died just like that before he could enjoy the pleasure of power. Of course he was not willing to accept it, and his eyes became vicious. He looked at everyone around him and mouthed Keep shouting: "Why? Why?"
This time Hu Tianhua didn't scold him. This kid was almost dead, so let him say more!
"Er Bao, don't blame anyone. If you want to blame, just blame yourself for your bad life. Who made you poor when you were born? It doesn't matter if you climb to this position. You won't die even if you die. But don't worry, I will wait until you die. , we will take good care of your family and let them live a prosperous life."
Song Erbao became even more sad when he mentioned his parents. Ever since he entered the palace, his parents had been sending letters to the palace. After screening, the letters were delivered to the recipients.
Song Erbao's parents had nothing to do with sending letters, they just wanted money. They needed money when the family was in trouble, they needed money when their elder brother got a wife, they needed money when it was time to repair the house, etc. They simply regarded his youngest son as a cash cow, but they never cared about it. If he passes him, Song Erbao's salary will be taken away from his family. If he doesn't give it, the youngest son will be removed from the family tree and there will be no land to bury him.
As time passed, Song Erbao saw his parents' faces clearly. In their eyes, they only saw money, and they did not take his son seriously. They even felt humiliated. Therefore, starting from a few years ago, he stopped sending money to his family. What does Song Erbao do? If you can't enter the ancestral grave, you can't. At worst, when you have money, you can just buy a Feng Shui treasure land and bury it.
Just when Hu Tianhua was about to instruct people to send Song Erbao off, who knew that this boy had something else to say, the former immediately asked everyone to stop and asked: "Boy, do you have any last words?"
Song Erbao seemed to have accepted his fate and was no longer as unwilling as before. He said calmly: "I have already given up on my family. I don't need to help them. Why don't my godfather save the money and buy it for me?" A piece of geomantic treasure land, buried with my baby.”
Hu Tianhua now really feels like a rabbit is dead and a fox is sad. In the face of real power, they can only act as fish to be slaughtered. He gently raised his hand to signal the two eunuchs to take action.
A eunuch took out a long white cloth and wrapped it around Song Erbao's neck. The two grabbed the left and right ends and began to pull hard. After a while, Song Erbao lost his breath. During the entire torture process, , Song Erbao behaved very calmly and did not make any resistance. Maybe he also accepted his fate.
When Hu Tianhua saw his godson's death, he felt mixed emotions in his heart. It was really sad that eunuchs like him would end up like this if they were not careful.
After letting his men carry the body down, Hu Tianhua lay on a recliner and was silent for a long time.
It is said that after Lu Jingzhi hurried back to Jiefan Camp, he did not go to see Wang Qizhi immediately. Instead, he found Bai Lingqi. This guy had been tortured by these jailers and was in a state of disgrace. There was no intact piece of his body. The place, the blood-soaked body makes people afraid to look directly at it.
Lu Jingzhi had mixed feelings when he saw this former second-in-command, "Lingqi, why did you do this?"
Bai Lingqi still had a breath left after being tortured. He used all his strength to say three words: "I am not willing to give in."
Lu Jingzhi nodded and understood. This guy seemed to be thinking about his position for more than just a day or two. Considering that Bai Lingqi had stayed in Jiefan Camp for so many years, Lu Jingzhi decided not to torture him anymore and give him He was delighted.
He said to the jailer beside him: "Be smart about it, we can't let him suffer anymore."
The jailer nodded, picked up a dagger and walked towards Bai Lingqi. Instead of showing any fear, the latter showed an unpredictable smile.
The dagger penetrated Bai Lingqi's heart accurately, and soon he lost his breath.
Lu Jingzhi said to the jailer: "Have a good burial." Then he left the prison.
When Lu Jingzhi walked through the main hall and came to Wang Qizhi's room, he saw Yan'er taking care of the unconscious Wang Qizhi by the bedside. He was about to ask about the boy's situation, but Yan'er stopped him with a look, indicating that he had anything to say. Go out and say it, don't disturb Wuming's rest.
When the two came outside the house, Lu Jingzhi asked, "How is this kid doing?"
Yan'er told his master Wang Qizhi's current physical condition and the whole battle process. Unexpectedly, Lu Jingzhi not only wasn't worried at all, but actually laughed.
"This kid is really good. He is worthy of being the one I, Lu Jingzhi, like to be able to achieve such great achievements in this battle."
Yan'er said angrily: "Master, aren't you worried about Wuming's current physical condition? If he hasn't found a way to repair his meridians in a year, I won't be alive."
When he saw Yan'er and was about to cry, Lu Jingzhi patted his chest and promised quickly: "Don't worry, girl, I can promise you that in one year I will make Wuming as good as ever."
Yan'er looked at her master in disbelief, "Master, I'm not a three-year-old child. Don't lie to me. He was so seriously injured that even Senior Sima couldn't do anything about it. With your light words, who could letter?"
Lu Jingzhi said seriously: "I'm not going to lie to you, my master has already made arrangements. Besides, I can't let you become a widow at such a young age, can I?"
As soon as these words came out, Yan'er's pretty face turned red and she said shyly: "Master, what are you talking about? You haven't even written your horoscope yet!"
Lu Jingzhi knew this apprentice best. Even eight oxen could not change what this girl believed in. Since she believed in that boy Sun Wuming, she would never change it for the rest of her life.
"Okay, okay, whatever you say is what it is. I want to go in and see that kid now."
Yan'er nodded, but still asked: "Master, please be quiet and don't disturb Wuming."
Entering the room, Lu Jingzhi saw Wang Qizhi's body wrapped into a big rice dumpling. He felt distressed and angry. These guys were too harsh. They beat this kid so badly. Hu Tianhua, this account should be recorded. .
After sitting by the bed, Lu Jingzhi began to feel Wang Qizhi's pulse. The situation was indeed not optimistic as the girl Yan'er said. It seemed that he had to act as soon as possible after the boy recovered from his injuries.
Lu Jingzhi stood up slowly and asked Yan'er to take good care of the boy. He had something to deal with, so he would not stay here.
After the master left, Yan'er sat by the bed, held Wang Qizhi's hand tightly, and murmured softly: "Qizhi, I really hope the master didn't lie. If your injury can be healed, I will never lose my temper with you again. "
