Chapter 107: What can you do to serve the country with loyalty?

When Wanqi Cheng took office, he was interrogated with Zhou Sanwei. He placed Wang Jun's false accusation in front of Yue Fei and shouted: "What is the loss of the country? Are you going to blame the three of you?"

Yue Fei raised his head with his hands behind his back, and did not look at Wan Qisheng for a moment. He went to the hall and knew that He Yan had been replaced, so he knew something was wrong. Then he saw that the judge was Wan Qisheng, and he didn't understand what was going on. Hearing Wan Qisheng's shouting, the villain's intention to achieve success was overwhelming, and he felt even more disgusted, but the situation was unanswered, otherwise he would have agreed: "I oath to the heavenly alliance, we will not let the country down. Since you have mastered the Dharma, you must not lose the loyal ministers. If you go to the underworld, you must face you endlessly!"

Wanqie sneered, moved to Yue Fei's side, and said softly: "Since the Lord Yue did not rebel, I remember that on the day I went to Tianzhu, I left a title on the wall, 'How can a poor family bring wealth and honor'?"

Yue Fei turned his head and glared at Wan Qien. The latter could not be directly opposed, so he retreated back to his seat in a panic.

The clerk in the hall shouted: "Since this question is raised, wouldn't it be necessary to rebel!"

Yue Fei looked around and saw that all the mighty people were new faces. Zhou San was afraid of his eyes and evading his head. The old prisoners couldn't bear to look directly at him and sighed: "Yue knew that he had fallen into the hands of Qin Hui and made him loyal to the country, and once the whole country was stopped!"

Then he stood up with his hands behind his back, letting the other party ask questions and torture them, without saying a word or groaning.

In a few days, Yue Fei was completely covered in skin, and he did not write, beg for mercy, and did not say anything. Wanqi fought hard all day long, exhausted and found nothing, and was angry. For a moment, even Zhou Sanwei retreated and gave him the main hall of Dali Temple to sit.

Yue Fei was already unable to support his physical strength. Several prisoners helped him stand, but he couldn't hold on. He actually had knees on the ground, and his naked upper body was covered with wounds. The injuries suffered in the battle formation for more than 20 years were completely covered by new injuries caused by torture. Wan Qi was a little happy. When he turned behind, he saw the four big words "Loyalty for the Country" on Yue Fei's back. The more he looked, the more dazzling it became, like a drop of Mars splashing into the oil pan, and his anger exploded instantly, uncontrollably: "Come and punish!"

Hundreds of whips passed, and the whip marks on the back were intertwined, afraid that there would be no more than a hundred tales. However, the four words "Loyalty to the country" penetrated into the texture. As soon as the blood penetrated, it turned from black to red, and it became even more eye-catching on the back. When each whip was down, the muscles on the back were twitched. The four words were like living creatures, and they were about to break out of their backs! Wan Qien was shocked and did not dare to look at them. He stepped back several steps and was frustrated.

A clerk next to him came forward and said, "Why not 'dressing in mourning'?"

Wanqie turned anger into joy.

After a moment, the clerk took a few bundles of twine, boiled fish bladder glue in the hall, and draped the twine tightly on Yue Fei's back. Yue Fei was already half fainted at this time, and he didn't know the movement. Then the fish bladder glue in the pot was slowly poured on. Yue Fei was a man who was so fierce that he was invincible. He moaned out of control.

When the bladder was moved slightly, the bladder was dry and the twine was close to the skin. Wanqie signaled slightly, and a clerk grabbed several threads on Yue Fei's shoulder and pulled them hard.

"ah!"

Yue Fei shouted, and his consciousness was slightly restored. But then a few bundles of twine were pulled off. Yue Fei could no longer scream and completely fainted. The prison guard let go, and Yue Fei threw his chest against the ground, motionless.

When Wanqie approached and looked, the four words "Loyalty for the country" on Yue Fei's back were indeed torn to pieces, and some strokes were damaged.

"Haha! OK!, just do it! Don't stop and pull it all off!"

"Hiss! Hiss!" In a moment, a large area of ​​blood stained the ground with the side of Yue Fei, and the four big words on his back were difficult to identify. Wan Qisheng looked at it, but the officials in the hall looked a little unbearable. However, Yue Fei had no sense of consciousness and could not make any sound, which made Wan Qisheng feel that he could not enjoy it.

In the Ezhou Imperial Front Army, Zhao Bingyuan saw someone from the Han Mansion in Lin'an. Yang Jun wrote a small note and quietly handed out the letter. Zhang Xian's charge was used on it!

More than ten days later, Yang Jun was already like an ant on a hot pan in Lin'an. Whether looking for Yang Cunzhong, Han Shizhong, or even Qin Hui, they avoided him. However, the old Qin head once said unluckyly: "The master did not save many people, and it is the main thing to be busy with family affairs." When he said this, Yang Zhiyuan was crying in Qiuxiang's arms. Old Yang was thirsty and almost kicked Lao Qin down. If it weren't for his diligence and no reason to start over the past year, he would have found a punching bag.

After taking the little Zhiyuan, Yang Jun's heart slowly calmed down. The little guy seemed to like Yang Jun very much. He cried endlessly in his mother's arms. Old Yang picked up his hands and feet, but the little guy seemed to enjoy it. He actually opened his small eyes and slowly looked at his father. Old Yang felt sad, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow: if he could live a good life in this Song Dynasty, guarding his beautiful wife and maid, there would be several red flags at home, and there were colorful flags floating outside, there were endless gold and silver in the mansion, endless silks to wear, and a beloved son in his arms, he could be happy. What should I ask for in my life?

But when he thought of Yue Fei's sincere intention to him, his brotherly feelings, and the little worship brought by Lao Yang from later generations, as well as his personal infection in this world, he felt that he was really an unforgivable responsibility to the Lord Yue.

But the current situation is surging and crises are everywhere. If you cannot make a clear decision, you will easily get involved in it. The dream of enjoying life will be shattered immediately. The beautiful wife around you and the beloved son in your arms are like a spring dream. But the beard that is squirming in your hands is not a dead thing, but a will of a connection with your blood!

When he was about to go, Lao Yang was stunned for a moment.

Just as he was stunned, someone came from the Han Shuai's mansion and said that Han Shuai had invited him. Old Yang was overjoyed and returned the child to Qiuxiang's hands, and then he grabbed the door and left.

"Secretary Han, this matter is quite a bit serious. How can I deal with it?" Yang Jun asked after guarding Han Shizhong and read the letter.

Han Shizhong carefully placed the letter in his hand on the table. Knowing that this matter was related to Yue Fei's life and death, he stood up and walked slowly in the study, unable to make up his mind for a moment.

"If you hand this letter to Dali Temple..." Han Shizhong pondered.

"What's the use of just a burning fire?" Yang Jun immediately interrupted: "Not to mention Dali Temple, even Qin Hui's hands can't be removed. If you can't present the emperor in person, you're afraid it will be useless in the end!"

Han Shizhong remembered the tea he drank in Chuigong Hall last time and sighed: "I can't say that Han needs to drink another tea."

Yang Jun said: "If Prime Minister Han has urgent matters, will even the emperor be disgraced?"

Han Shizhong's expression changed a few times. Finally, he thought about the resentment and was unable to make up his mind. He had to say, "Forget it, it's just a deception. Han can't repay Yue Xiang's life at worst. It's already a blessing to seek heaven. Why can't he let go?"

But there is another sentence deep in my heart: "The Lord of the Lord said he would not kill me."

Yang Jun was deeply moved and bowed his hand to courteousness, but he didn't kneel down like he did last time. Han Shizhong understood in his heart that Yang Jiedu is not a person who is easy to kneel down. It is already a great etiquette to be able to do this.

In the Chuigong Hall, Han Shizhong "reported an urgent matter", but Zhao Gou did not refuse. He was holding a letter, and his eyebrows were deep and frowning.
Chapter completed!