PFC Chapter 781 I Won’t Save You This Time (24)
Chapter 781 I Won’t Save You This Time (24)
The man took three steps to get to Liang Jingyang, and he lost his life when he took the fourth step.
The pen in Liang Jingyang's hand, which was originally used to paint, turned lightly in his hand the moment this person approached, and instantly turned into a weapon that could take someone's life.
He moved swiftly and gracefully, and with a casual swing of the uninked end, it cut across the man's throat like a knife.
Blood gushed out in an instant, the man's eyes widened, and his body fell straight to the ground without even being able to let out a scream.
In an instant, three people died.
"Liang Jingyang, did you kill someone?" Screams suddenly rang out in the house. Some people stepped back in fear, while others were so scared that their legs were shaking like sieves. The scene began to become chaotic.
Liang Jingyang just frowned, raised his left hand to cover half of his ear, and said with obvious impatience: "It's so noisy! Come on, someone, shut their mouths."
As soon as he finished speaking, the men in black who had been sitting still quickly took action.
These people moved quickly and efficiently, and quickly subdued everyone in the house one by one.
Those who were talking big just now are now lambs to be slaughtered, with no power to resist. Of course, it is mostly because they dare not resist.
After all, the people in front of them would really kill if they said they would, and would not show mercy just because of their status.
The room became quiet only after these people's mouths were stuffed with cloth strips and they were tied up tightly.
In just a cup of tea, apart from Liang Jingyang, there were less than ten people involved in the conspiracy in the room.
At this moment, they were all forced to kneel on the ground, trembling, with fear in their eyes.
When Fuchuan heard no noise outside the house, he knew that the people must have been caught, so he walked into the room with Liang Jinghao.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Liang Jingyang still sitting at the desk, holding a pen in his hand, painting on the paper with a focused expression, as if the killing just now had nothing to do with him.
"My lord, what are you painting? You look so excited." Fuchuan walked over with a smile, his tone teasing, as if he was casually chatting.
Looking down at the paintings on the table, the smile on Fuchuan's face froze slightly.
The picture on the paper was not the night autumn peony from before, but a group portrait of the people present.
Everyone's face is portrayed vividly, even their expressions are very lively.
What is even more surprising is that each person’s name and identity are written in small letters next to the portrait, without any omission.
Fuchuan watched for a moment and couldn't help but admire: "My Lord, you really have great skills."
Liang Jingyang raised his head and smiled faintly, with a bit of shyness in his tone: "Mr. Fu, thank you for your praise. It's just a casual doodle."
It was as if he was still the boy who was not good at speaking and only liked to appreciate flowers and paint.
Liang Jingyang blew gently on the half-dry drawing paper, put the pen aside and stood up.
"Let them sign next to their portraits!" He pointed at the people kneeling on the ground, and said calmly, "I have also written down what they said. I will write it down in the next few days, and then Lord Fu will present it to His Majesty."
Fuchuan nodded, a smile flashing in his eyes: "My Lord, you are indeed thoughtful. In this way, these people can't deny it even if they want to. Your contribution this time is so great that I'm afraid you will return to the capital with my family to take up your post in a few days."
Liang Jingyang did not respond. He just turned his head and looked at his brother, then turned to Fuchuan and said, "It is an honor for a minister to be able to share the worries of His Majesty."
At this moment, the candlelight in the room reflected on his profile. Although it was a warm light, it was inexplicably chilly.
His expression remained calm, but there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
Liang Jingyang is actually not yet twenty years old, but he started working for Liang Song when he was in his teens. His external identity is just the second son of the royal family, but in fact he already has a title - the second-rank Marquis of Loyalty.
While Fuchuan was chatting with the brothers, the men in black forced them to sign their names.
Some of them struggled, some cried silently—they had their mouths blocked! No sound could come out!
But the final result is that one can only obediently press his fingerprint next to his own portrait.
It is worth mentioning that there is no cinnabar in this place, and the man in black originally wanted to make a cut on their fingers to let them bleed.
Unexpectedly, these people valued their lives very much, so they reached out to the nearest corpse and took the blood of their previous "allies" as cinnabar.
Liang Jinghao stood aside, watching all this quietly, his expression somewhat complicated.
He pursed his lips, feeling as if something was stuck in his throat, but in the end he said nothing, and the unfinished words turned into a sigh.
It is simply a pipe dream for such a cowardly and greedy person to want to overthrow Liang Song who is already in power.
Still discussing the "slaughter of Song" plan in Luocheng! Ha! This is Liang Song's home base, okay!
Liang Song didn't believe that they would succeed at all. The reason why he allowed them to plot here was just to wipe them out in one fell swoop!
But this time the current emperor has completely eliminated the trouble, and the relationship between their palace and the emperor may be exposed.
Among these relatives who hate Your Majesty, you will probably become the target of public criticism.
Seeing his brother's worry, Liang Jingyang said softly: "Life is like chess, and there is no regret after making a move."
"You're right. Xiaoyang, you must be careful when you go to His Majesty's side in the future." Liang Jinghao warned, "Thunder and rain are all blessings!"
"Yeah!" Liang Jingyang nodded, and then followed Fuchuan to leave the villa.
Liang Jinghao stayed behind to handle the follow-up matters.
He led people to untie the servants who had been tied up before, and instructed the manager of the other courtyard not to let the news leak out.
"Before these people are escorted back to Beijing, you must keep an eye on them and not let any news leak out." Liang Jinghao is still a soft-hearted man. If it were his brother, he would probably kill all these people.
After all, in the mind of Liang Jingyang, who is accustomed to killing, the dead are the best at keeping secrets.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will definitely arrange these things." The steward of the villa bowed to Liang Jinghao. He understood the other party's meaning and appreciated the kindness.
Of course, some things seem to be well hidden, but clues are bound to appear.
It was as if those who intended to get close to the royal family by appreciating flowers had more or less discovered something was wrong.
"I saw many nobles appreciating the flowers before, but why can't I see anyone these days?" Chen Sanniang's cousin Yin Qianyu discussed with her in confusion, "Is there any garden in Luocheng better than Jinxiu Garden?"
Chen Sanniang knew that her cousin wanted to marry into a rich family. She had tried to persuade her in the past, but after a few attempts, nothing worked out for her and she was even blamed, so she stopped trying.
After hearing what the other party said, she did not remain silent, but asked Yan Caiyue beside her: "Sister Caiyue, what do you think of this peony?"