Chapter Eight hundred and seventy-two, I've picked it up!
Fazheng's strategy really made Yan Liang's head tremble.
"This plan of filial piety is indeed a clever plan." Yan Liang smiled slightly, with a strange look in his eyes.
Of course Yan Liang will not forget that in history, Cao Cao used the same method to kidnap Xu Shu from Liu Bei's camp.
The Han Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety. As the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, Zhuge Liang naturally had to talk about filial piety all day long and pretend to be a tall image of filial piety.
If Yan Liang asked his mother, the Song family, to prepare a letter and summon Zhuge Liang to come, if Zhuge Liang did not come, it would be a great act of unfilial piety. If Zhuge Liang came, it would be disloyal to Liu Bei.
Fa Zheng's plan was to make Zhuge Liang suffer from a dilemma amid his disloyalty and unfilial piety.
"Very good, Xiaozhi's plan is very good, let's do it like this." Yan Liang happily adopted Fazheng's plan.
In the imperial garden, Yan Liang listened to reports from several people and then returned to the palace.
Returning to the palace, Yan Liang ordered Zhuge Liang's mother, the Song family, to be summoned into the palace to see her.
While waiting for Mr. Song, Yan Liang was in high spirits, so he began to play music, drink and enjoy the dancing.
There was a lot of singing and dancing, and the aroma of wine overflowed.
Yan Liang was lying on the dragon couch, with Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao serving beside him. One was beating his legs, the other was rubbing his waist. Zhen Mi, who was kneeling in front of him, was serving glasses of fine wine.
In front of the hall, the dancers in light gauze and thin clothes danced gracefully, each one of them infinitely charming. With every move of their hands and feet, the subtle gracefulness under the thin clothes appeared and disappeared.
Not long after, the eunuch came to report that the Song family had been brought there and were waiting to meet him outside.
"Let her come in." Yan Liang waved and shouted, his eyes never leaving the beautiful dance in front of the hall.
After a while, Mrs. Song, who was feeling anxious, lowered her head and walked into the hall with heavy steps.
When Ms. Song raised her head slightly and saw the overwhelming scene in the palace, her expression suddenly turned peach blossoms, and she felt ashamed. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look further, and kept chanting "Amitabha. Amitabha."
When Mrs. Song saw Yan Liang, she did not kneel down, but only bowed down to show her respect.
Er Qiao and others who were waiting on the left and right frowned when they saw Mrs. Song's self-reliance. They secretly thought that Mrs. Song was ignorant of current affairs and might suffer a loss.
At that time, noble women like Da Qiao, Xiao Qiao, and Zhen Mi all thought that they were of noble birth, and after meeting Yan Liang, they still had some dignity and self-reliance.
As a result, as soon as Yan Liang used his methods, it didn't take long for them to be subdued and obey Yan Liang obediently.
Now that Song dares to show his self-reliance in front of Yan Liang, he is clearly asking for trouble.
Yan Liang was not angry. He only said coldly: "Ms. Song, there is news about your son Zhuge Liang. Do you want to know?"
Song's plump body trembled, and he couldn't help but raise his head. He looked at Yan Liang eagerly, although he didn't say it clearly, but he obviously couldn't wait to know the whereabouts of his son.
"My detailed work has sent back information that Zhuge Liang has successfully escaped back to Liu Bei. However, his legs have been broken during the escape and he is now a cripple."
Yan Liang did not hide anything, and truthfully told Mrs. Song the truth. While speaking, his cold and evil eyes were always wandering on Mrs. Song's plump body.
Mrs. Song was struck by Yan Liang's malicious gaze, and her face was dizzy. She was ashamed and angry, but she didn't dare to get angry. She could only move her eyes away, not daring to look directly at him.
When Mrs. Song heard the news that Zhuge Liang was still alive, her eyes instantly flashed with joy, but when she heard that Zhuge Liang had broken his leg and was disabled, she felt heartbroken.
Mrs. Song subconsciously glared at Yan Liang, as if the pain of his son's broken leg was all caused by Yan Liang.
"Zhuge Liang's legs are broken. This is a small lesson. If he continues to help Zhou and Jie and continue to fight against me, he will not be so lucky next time." Yan Liang's cold and solemn tone was fierce.
The murderous aura is permeating the air.
Mrs. Song felt a bone-chilling chill rising from the soles of her feet, making her whole body tremble.
Frightened, Mrs. Song remained silent, not knowing how to respond to Yan Liang's threat.
At this time, Yan Liang's expression softened again, and he said calmly: "I will give you a chance now. I order you to write a letter and give it to your son, asking him to come to Yecheng to apologize to me. This is the only way for him to atone for his sins and survive.
Chance."
Upon hearing this, Song's body was shocked again.
Yan Liang didn't wait for her to agree, so he asked for paper and pen and put them in front of her.
Mrs. Song looked at the pen and ink placed in front of her, but she froze there and didn't move for a long time.
Yan Liang's expression darkened again, and he said in a deep voice: "Why, do you still dare to disobey my will?"
Song's expression changed, frightened by Yan Liang's anger.
She bit her lip lightly, hesitating for a long time, and whispered: "Liang'er is very loyal to the Emperor of Han. If I write this letter to summon him, I will frame Liang'er for being unfaithful and unfilial."
In this situation, I can’t do this.”
Mrs. Song was not confused and immediately realized Yan Liang's intention.
"What a considerate mother, you have such thoughts for Zhuge Liang, but remember that Zhuge Liang left you behind and ran away alone without hesitation. Is it worth it for you to have such thoughts for him?" Yan Liang asked coldly.
Mrs. Song felt a sadness in her heart, as past events that she could not bear to look back on appeared in her mind.
Although the tunnel collapsed at that time, the collapse was not serious. If Zhuge Liang spent some time, it would not be impossible to dig the secret tunnel again.
However, Zhuge Liang didn't even try, so he left Song in panic and escaped alone.
Although this matter can be reluctantly explained as Zhuge Liang was helpless, it is an indisputable fact that Zhuge Liang abandoned her without hesitation.
"Liang'er had no choice but to abandon me. I will never do anything wrong to him and cause him to fall into a situation of disloyalty and unfilial piety." Mrs. Song bit her lip.
What a ignorant woman.
Yan Liang was angry from the bottom of his heart and snorted coldly: "Very good, there are fewer and fewer women who dare to pretend to be righteous in front of me. It's rare to meet a fierce woman like you today, so I have to reward you well."
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Song's nerves were tense, but because of Yan Liang's words, she relaxed.
She was so naive that she really thought Yan admired her and would let her go.
Zhen Mi and other concubines on the left and right sighed in their hearts, knowing that the Song family did not know how to praise, so Yan Liang would use his methods to deal with her.
"Come here, lock up this ignorant woman and starve her. I want to see if it's her mouth or her belly that's tough."
Just when Song was secretly rejoicing, Yan Liang issued a cold order.
Mrs. Song was shocked, but couldn't understand why Yan Liang treated her like this even though he clearly said he admired her.
In panic, the forest warriors on the left and right swarmed up and dragged the frightened Song family away mercilessly.
In the main hall, the normal state soon returned to normal.
Yan Liang continued to enjoy the service of the three beauties and continued to appreciate the graceful and moving dance of the dancers in front of the palace.
But Mrs. Song was dragged to a dark room in the palace and kept there for three days. Except for some water, not a drop of rice was given to her.
During these three days, Mrs. Song could only sit there, constantly chanting Buddhist scriptures, trying to use mental anesthesia to suppress her physical hunger.
Yan Liang was not so patient and waited for the Song family to surrender. Three days later, he remembered the matter and came to the place where the Song family was imprisoned.
The door creaked open, and Yan Liang walked into the cool room with his head held high.
At this time, Mrs. Song was so hungry that her limbs were weak and she had no strength to support her anymore. She had to lie down to save her energy.
Mrs. Song opened her eyes and saw Yan Liang coming in. A look of shock immediately flashed across her pale face. She quickly struggled to sit up and continued to silently chant Buddhist scriptures with her eyes closed, as if she was trying her best to show that she was not afraid of power.
Yan Liang came to her with his hands behind his back and asked in a deep voice: "How do you feel after not eating for three days? Are you willing to write a letter to summon Zhuge Liang?"
Mrs. Song closed her eyes tightly and muttered words, seemingly disdainful of Yan Liang's questions.
Such a self-reliant expression was a great provocation to Yan Liang.
Yan Liang was angry.
"Here comes someone." Yan Liang shouted sharply.
Outside the door of the room, three or four strong and fierce maids rushed in, waiting for the king's orders.
Yan Liang pointed at Mrs. Song and said coldly: "Hang up this woman who is pretending to be strong."
Song's plump body trembled slightly, and a trace of fear flashed across her face, but she remained unmoved and did not show surrender.
The fierce maidservants swarmed up, dragged Mrs. Song off the bed, and hung her under the beam with a rope.
Mrs. Song had not eaten for three days. She was so hungry that she was dizzy and had no strength to stand. At this time, she was hoisted up. Her feet were unable to support her and she could only let her arms hang on her body.
Song's arm hurt, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly in pain, looking like he was struggling.
Yan Liang stood in front of her with his hands folded and asked expressionlessly: "My patience has its limits. I ask you again, whether you should write this letter or not."
If it were other well-dressed ladies, starvation for three days would be enough to make them surrender physically and mentally, and they would do anything just to have a bite of food.
Although Mrs. Song is the mother of the Prime Minister, she has developed a simple life by eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, so she can still endure three days of starvation.
Hearing Yan Liang's question, Mrs. Song opened her eyes slightly and showed a disdainful smile. That smile seemed to be mocking Yan Liang for doing useless work.
This smile completely angered Yan Liang.
Yan Liang frowned, and a cold look came to his eyes.
"You guys, take off this ungrateful woman's clothes for me, and I'll see if she still dares to rely on herself." Yan Liang finally decided to use some of the methods he used back then.
With this order, Song, who was originally calm, suddenly opened his eyes in shock and stared at Yan Liang with unbelievably frightened eyes.
The fierce maids on the left and right swarmed in, touched her with all their hands, and tore off Song's clothes piece by piece.
"Stop, stop quickly, how can you treat me like this, despicably, vulgarly..." Mrs. Song was so shocked that she couldn't restrain herself, and she screamed desperately.
The fierce maids didn't obey Yan Liang's order, but they didn't dare to stop. They all started together and stripped the Song family naked in the blink of an eye.
