Chapter six hundred and eightieth yellow sorghum dream
That day, he carried a long gun and went to the magistrate's room at night, and was very happy to see his bloody appearance.
The county magistrate is dead, and this scandal cannot be covered up anymore. Neighbors are everywhere talking about such scandals about his wife and the magistrate.
Even regardless of whether the facts are right or wrong, they do not hesitate to distort the truth to discredit others.
Fukang was young and in the prime of his life. He couldn't bear the thought of others falsely accusing his family, so he also targeted those neighbors who liked to gossip about others.
And because his newlywed wife couldn't persuade Fukang, she hung herself from a rafter when he left. As soon as Fukang returned home, he saw his lifeless wife, and he felt regretful.
At this time, the warden solved the case, and they searched for evidence and found Fukang.
It happened to be during this period that Zhao Jin's personality changed drastically.
He used to be a submissive prince who never dared to disobey orders, but now, he is a brave and resourceful man who returned to the past hundreds of years later.
He can see everything in the past, and in order to live this life not in vain, he naturally has to save all people from water and fire.
Fukang was originally a man who had been wronged, not to mention that such a bloody good man was lost in an unknown incident. It was indeed a waste of talent.
Zhao Jin took out his token as a prince and took Fukang away before he was beheaded.
From then on, Fukang was no longer the same man in the gym.
Rather, they are the people who work hard to stay by Zhao Jin's side and help Zhao Jin fight for the world.
Many years have passed since that incident, and Fukang has always shown himself as a eunuch.
But only he himself knows that he has never been the same as those eunuchs in the palace. He is a passionate man of flesh and blood who serves the country.
Rather than a eunuch who humiliates men's dignity just for a small profit.
And Zhao Jin is also a person worthy of admiration.
He didn't know that rescuing Fukang from prison gave him a second chance at life, and also gave him a perfect time to make great achievements.
In this world, the people who were originally connected by flesh and blood are no longer there.
No one knows that Fukang is still alive and well in this world, only Zhao Jin and himself.
Zhao Jin frowned slightly.
At this time, he really wanted to say something to comfort Fukang, but at this point, anything else was useless.
Only by cheering up and moving forward, letting those who once looked down on oneself fall to the ground in defeat, and making those who once stepped on one's body become terrified, can one truly live in a new world.
His stern voice echoed throughout the East Palace.
"I rescued you from prison not because I wanted to see you like this. Fukang never loses. Apart from my parents, wife and children, you are the person who knows me best. In fact, you are my best friend in life.
I won’t allow you to fall, and I won’t allow you to back down when success comes.”
After hearing what he said, Fukang pursed his lips and smiled.
"I would like to thank His Highness the Crown Prince. If His Highness had not helped me, I would have been ashes. I have never been sorry to anyone in my life. I have only been sorry to my newlywed wife and children. I have not been able to repay my ambition and my country has not yet been repaid."
Take it back, and I won’t take it back.”
Zhao Jin stood up, walked to him, and patted his shoulder vigorously.
"This is the you I know, but time is running out. I just need to give you a final injustice for a while. When I achieve dominance, you can disappear in this world. From now on, you will no longer be that murderer.
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Fukang knelt down and kowtowed for the first time in so many years.
"Your Highness, Fukang will never forget you in this life. I cannot thank you enough. I can only repay your life-saving grace by wishing you to conquer the world and put an end to the war."
The two of them looked at each other with firm eyes, a feeling of resentment that only Boya Zhile could understand.
Since entering the palace, Fu
Kang's body never straightened up again.
In this palace, he is a slave, the slave of His Highness the Crown Prince, and also his former slave.
He hated his past weakness and blind mania. If it weren't for his hateful selfishness, even if he took his wife away from home, his current ending would probably be good.
It was a blessing in disguise that he was able to follow a man who was so ambitious.
He took out the jade pendant from his sleeve, and the blood stains on it were almost integrated with the jade pendant.
He stroked the smooth jade surface and murmured to himself, "Qing'er, wait for me for a few more days. After I wish His Highness the Crown Prince to bring peace to the world, I can go to the underworld to apologize to you."
It's already deep winter.
The winter in Chang'an is always so long and lonely, with the cold moonlight hanging high in the sky. At this time, Fukang is always so scared.
Because Qing'er died on a snowy night, and His Royal Highness asked him to come out and stand in this courtyard today just to force him to face the things he didn't want to remember.
What His Royal Highness the Prince wanted to tell him was to let go of the past and start over.
But Fukang was already dead at that time.
Now he is nothing more than a walking zombie hanging on with a sigh of relief.
There are many ways to die in this world, including floods, droughts, and even wars.
But why, his sweetheart died in the most humiliating way.
Because he is unlucky, he has killed his parents and ancestors from the day he was born.
After getting married, he killed his wife's father-in-law. What a cruel fate.
If that's the case, then go to the battlefield and fight hard.
See how many enemies you can kill if your life is so tough.
Zhao Jin looked at the black figure through the paper window and sighed.
This test in my heart must eventually be overcome. Several years have passed, and this layer of wound has finally been lifted.
The current situation is in turmoil, and people's hearts are in a daze, but we don't know how much suffering we have to go through before we can return to peace in this world.
The human heart is made of flesh, and the journey always begins at the end of desolation, and also begins with the suffering of skinning and cramping.
The future general of the world, now defeated by the love of his children, has too many weaknesses, and his life will naturally be short.
There have always been endless waves in the green and crisp perfection, and whoever can be washed away by the waves and stay on this noble throne will naturally be the master of the world and a tease of fate...
In the endless river of the universe, the two of them can know each other, meet and stay together, which is a fate cultivated from generation to generation.
This life is coming to an end, and I'm afraid it will only be a dream after all.