PFC Chapter 336 Renqing sacrifices his mother
Chapter 336 Renqing sacrifices his mother
Mu Tingxue went to Qiluo Xiaoyuan for three consecutive days to find the sound, and finally made a pair of shoes with her own hands.
She carefully framed the Geng Tie, sealed it in a wooden box, and planned to give it to Yan Yang herself along with the pair of red pails.
It was learned that the regent was in the army.
He called a carriage and drove to the Zhenbei military camp outside the city.
The vast plains of pine and concrete roads, the rows of glazed buildings, the bustling crowds in the dusk and sunset, restaurants, merchants, acrobatics, and the ancient street lamps that are lit one after another all tell the story of Yundu's luxury and wealth.
"Your Royal Highness, Chengtian City Gate is under martial law. The Jinwu Guards are strictly inspecting and arresting an escaped felon. This road is blocked."
The driver's troubled voice came.
Mu Tingxue immediately said: "There are five city gates in Yundu. Let's go around Changle Gate."
"Yes!"
The wheels of the carriage creaked and rolled without any bumps.
Mu Tingxue was leaning in the carriage, flipping through a newly compiled "History of Yunhuang" in her hand. The person in charge of compiling the national history was Tianqi Gongnan Gongjie. Today at the great court meeting, all the officials have arrived, praising Nangong Da Situ's achievements in compiling this book.
Nangong Jie failed to become Zhongshu Ling and entered the cabinet to worship the prime minister, so this account was settled on her head.
At the great court meeting, she also included a copy of the book.
He held up the tooth wand and said indignantly: "The eldest princess allowed her tribe to sell fake pearls at sky-high prices and make huge profits. It is extremely shameful."
From behind the bead curtain, the queen mother's voice came out: "According to what Tian Qi Gong said, this purple pearl necklace worn by the Ai family is also a fake?"
How could the Queen Mother, who listened behind the curtain, wear fake jewelry?
That would be a shame for the royal family.
Even the emperor's younger brother, who was stuffed with black sesame seeds, hurriedly said: "It can't be true, the queen also wears a purple pearl phoenix hairpin. I'm afraid someone is slandering her in front of the teacher. It's a misunderstanding."
Old thief Nangong was so angry that he scratched his heart and liver.
After the dynasty was dismissed, Mu Tingxue went to Qihuang Palace and passed by a corridor. As a result, she overheard Nangong Jie complaining to the emperor's brother: "The imperial power is the only one. How can one country and two masters avoid chaos? Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible. Let Xiao Wangzhi serve as Zhongshu Ling. Once he joins the cabinet and becomes prime minister, the power of the cabinet will be even more concentrated in the hands of the eldest princess!"
The emperor's brother began to possess the green tea essence and cried loudly, expressing that he was very sad, very sad, and very sorry for Teacher Nangong. It was all the fault of Yan Yang, otherwise Teacher Nangong would be given the title of Imperial Secretary.
The old thief Nangong was also very sad. He cried with the young emperor, his ministers, masters and apprentices, and scolded the regent and the eldest princess for being nothing.
She thought, this matter has nothing to do with Yan Yang!
At the court meeting that day, Cui Shining was deposed from the position, and the regent was not present at all!
"My brother is so outrageous. He throws all the blame on Yangyang and speaks ill of Yangyang everywhere."
The more Mu Tingxue watched, the angrier she became. She threw the piece of national history out of the car window with all her strength, "What the hell did this national history do? The emperor, the queen, the earth, the universe is going backwards. How dare the ministers violate it? Use such a sentence to stigmatize Mother, this is too much."
These literati would secretly scold their mother and themselves.
Even in the biography of the princess, it is insinuated that she "fiddles with Yunhuang's salt price and fate with her delicate hands."
The literati are the class of scholar-bureaucrats.
At the court meeting today, she lowered the price of salt by a small amount, to two hundred cents, and successfully received abuse and curses from many wealthy families.
"bang"
It sounded like a heavy object falling to the ground.
"Your Highness, what's wrong, your book has thrown people into the cemetery!" came the driver's exclamation.
"what?"
Mu Tingxue was shocked and hurriedly got out of the car.
She just threw away a rubbish national history.
When did you reach this level of mastery in hidden weapon kung fu?
Walking two miles north from the city from Changle Gate, you can see a desolate and dry forest. There is a huge pit on the edge of the dry forest. Beside the pit are piles of burning paper money, pressed with stones, and embers of sparks are flying.
This is the legendary mass grave - the "Comb of Righteousness".
Mu Tingxue got off the carriage and ran to the edge of the pit. She saw the "Hidden Weapon" National History turning quickly, page by page, in the cold wind.
"What about people?"
"Falled!" The driver, a soldier of the Zhenbei Army, pointed to the pile of white bones and corpses below, "That man is motionless."
Although winter has entered and the temperature is very low, the strong smell of rotting corpses still comes from the mass graves.
The driver couldn't help it, turned his head and vomited.
Mu Tingxue could still bear it. She started taking anatomy classes in the second half of her freshman year. For decades, she often went in and out of the extremely pungent dissection room, using scalpels and pliers to separate the muscles, skin, and fat tissue of the teacher's body. After graduation, I worked in a hospital. I saw even bloody mutilated limbs in the operating room, and I had a strong psychological endurance.
She jumped down.
One foot landed on the ground and broke someone's leg bone. It was very short and delicate. Judging from the bone shape, it was that of a child.
The other soft foot was the corpse of a servant who had just died a few days ago. It was covered with scars and terrible scars left after being whipped by the master, with broken bones and tendons.
Mu Tingxue quickly moved her feet away, a chill running down her spine. What you can see is the most real hell in Yunhuang, belonging to the people at the bottom.
Refugees, servants, baby girls, old people, slaves, promiscuous women...
Thirty meters diagonally ahead, there was a living person lying on his stomach. Wearing brocade clothes and white boots, wearing jade and black gauze on his head, with a wat board attached to his waist.
Yes.
Mu Tingxue was definitely alive, and she was an official. She was wearing a third-grade civil servant court dress with birds woven on the back.
"Sir, are you... okay?"
The young official lying among the white bones stiffened, one hand clenched into a fist, and slowly, slowly, he raised his head.
The setting sun shone slantingly on his tear-filled eyes, glowing with a magnificent blood light.
Like a doomsday fanatic.
"Renqing?"
Mu Tingxue suddenly realized something.
The book hit Yan Renqing, but he was not thrown into the mass grave, but jumped in by himself.
"Your Highness, today... is the death anniversary of my mother."
The voice was trembling, with a suppressed sob, "Of all the bones, which one is hers?"
Mu Tingxue's heart tightened.
She didn't know how to comfort Renqing. At this moment, all her words seemed extremely pale.
The Yan family owes Hongye.
This world owes Hong Ye.
"I left her here, she was bitten by insects and couldn't afford a coffin."
"Let's set up a tomb."
"No, I come to the mass grave once a year to pay homage to remind myself."
Yan Renqing did not tell Mu Tingxue.
That night, he left the mass grave crying and fainted from hunger on the street.
The minister's right servant shot Yan Xi and Yan Yang, the prince of Duke Wu'an, riding together, riding across the market, and stepped over his young body, smiling happily.