Chapter three hundred and ninety fifth prison visit
Chapter 395 Prison Visit
The fifth year of Qingyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the summer solstice.
The streets of Luoyang City were crowded with people.
Pedestrians stood on tiptoes and looked towards the city gate, as if waiting for something to appear. Either anxious or helpless looks appeared on the faces of the people.
"How could such a good official become corrupt?"
An old man, leaning on crutches, looked helpless, shook his head and sighed.
"There is a gap between the heart and the belly!"
Beside him, a slightly younger man was stroking his beard, his eyes full of disdain, and he said mockingly.
The other one, the owner of the teahouse, smiled and shook his head after hearing this. He stroked his beard, looked at a prison car coming in at the city gate, shook his head and said: "Who can say clearly about this!"
The boss glanced at the gray-haired prisoner standing in the prison car, shook his head and sighed.
A few days ago, this man drank tea in his tea stall. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a high official of the imperial court. However, after not seeing each other for many days, he had changed from a high official to a prisoner.
Now, looking at this posture, he is in doom.
Life is unpredictable!
Rao is the owner of a tea stall and is used to seeing things change and people being indifferent. At this time, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief.
"Listen to what you said, does the boss know this person?" The young, middle-aged man with a sick face turned his head in surprise and asked.
"He used to be the imperial censor of the current dynasty. His surname was Lu Mingzhi, and he was a dignified official of the imperial court!" The tea stall owner looked at the people in the prison car that was creaking by on the road in front of him, his face expressionless.
said.
"Oh, it turns out he is a royal censor." After hearing this, the middle-aged man with a sickly face had a touch of ridicule on his face and curled his lips and said: "No wonder, he is doing the business of ginseng. This is good.
Well, things have turned, and retribution has come to me!"
As soon as he said this, the people around him nodded in agreement.
The prison car creaked and creaked all the way from Kaifeng Mansion to Luoyang City. The long journey had already brought Lu Yushi's spirit to the verge of collapse. Now, as soon as he arrived in Luoyang City along the way, he heard that people who did not know the truth
They pointed at themselves, cursed, taunted, and threw vegetables and eggs at themselves.
In the prison car, Yushi Lu smiled miserably, with his eyes closed and crying.
…
"Does it have to be this way?"
At the teahouse next to the street, Lu Heng, who had been looking down, couldn't help but retract his gaze, turned his head, looked at the emperor in front of him, and asked with a wry smile.
"I have no choice!" The emperor stood in front of the window, his eyes slightly moist, looking at the prison car passing downstairs, and said in a cold and gloomy voice.
"He is so cruel!" The emperor raised his head, took a deep breath and murmured.
"One hundred and fifty lives is too many!" The emperor pursed his lips and said expressionlessly: "I can't save him!"
Seeing Lu Heng sitting there, looking calm and saying nothing.
The emperor turned his head, looked at Lu Heng with burning eyes, and said calmly: "You can't save him, and no one can save him!"
Lu Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip. He raised his head, looked at the emperor, and shook his head with a wry smile.
The emperor turned his head and continued to look downstairs at the prison car that had gone away. His heart gradually became cold. His fists gradually clenched, and cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Prince Pingxi, Prince Jin..."
Censor Lu was escorted to Beijing and thrown into a prison.
He will be beheaded in public soon.
This incident spread to every corner of Beijing within a few days.
With the emergence of various versions about Lu Yushi, as well as the help of thoughtful people, for a time, the ruthless and murderous cruel official, and the Lu Yushi who was thrown into the sky prison, waiting for the death penalty, cleverly...
Two into one.
For a time, discussions about this matter were endless in the streets and alleys.
Even in the teahouse, the storyteller was talking about the numerous crimes committed by the cruel official Lu Zhi.
Every time it was mentioned that the Censor Lu was discovered by His Majesty Shengming and arrested. The audience sitting in the audience applauded one after another.
The whole of Tokyo was completely shaken by a wave of chaos.
At this time, beneath the glitz, a very strong undercurrent began to surge.
At night, the Imperial Master's residence.
In the quiet night, the study room was brightly lit.
The scholar sat in front of the desk, holding a secret folder with a jade seal in his hand. After flipping through it for a while, he threw the emperor's manuscript on the table and said to Hong Quan beside him: "Here, let's take a look!"
Hong Quan wiped his sweaty palms, took the oracle, glanced at it, and suddenly felt sweat on his forehead: "Your Majesty has really decided?"
Lu Heng smiled, picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip of hot tea, and said lightly: "He sat down and made the decision a long time ago. The reason why he said it now is to wait for this opportunity!"
Holding the tea cup, he thought for a while, then turned around and said with a smile: "Now, he has made up his mind. From now on, it's up to us!"
"What are you going to do?" Hong Quan closed the oracle, frowned, and looked at Lu Heng.
"Don't worry!" Lu Heng waved his hand and said with a smile.
He stood up and stretched his body. He looked at Hong Quan beside him and asked with a smile: "Are you interested in accompanying me to the prison?"
"Are you going to visit Lu Zhi?" Hong Quan asked in confusion.
Now Lu Zhi, in the turmoil outside, is a disaster that everyone is afraid of avoiding.
The rumors about his corruption and indiscriminate killing of innocent people are as if they are true.
Everyone is afraid of getting into trouble with this person. Even Lu Zhi's relatives said that Lu Zhi was kicked out of the house by his family many years ago.
Thinking of this, even though Fatty Hong was open-minded, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
The relationship is so cold, I really don't know what to say.
"Yes, there are so many officials in the dynasty. This person is the only one I respect!" Lu Heng nodded and looked at Hong Quandao.
"Oh, that's right!" Hong Quan was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile and agreed: "If it weren't for his bad temper, I actually respect him quite a bit!"
"Let's go and see him!" Lu Heng smiled, took the gown hanging aside, put it on, and walked out of the room first.
Behind him, Hong Quan smiled and stepped to follow.
The night was dark, and the sky and earth were a solemn blue.
At the gate of the palace, the guard was as cold as iron. He held a steel knife in his hand and his expression was solemn.
After showing their waist badges, the guards looked at the young Imperial Master with respect in their eyes and saluted with one hand on their chest.
"I can see that the soldiers like you very much!" As he walked in the palace, Fatty Hong glanced back. The imperial guard who was still paying attention to Lu Heng tightened his clothes, turned around, and smiled at him.
Lu Heng, who was walking side by side, said.
Although it is May, the weather before sunrise still makes people feel a little cool.
The morning breeze blew, and the long shirt on his body swayed with the wind. As he walked, Lu Heng said lightly: "Soldiers like people who can let them go home alive!"
Beside him, Hong Quan nodded in agreement, then looked at Lu Heng and said with a smile: "Indeed, speaking of it, the scale of the Goryeo war was no less brutal than the bandit suppression war more than ten years ago. In addition,
The army is on an expedition across the sea and is not familiar with the terrain. How did you achieve such a small death rate?"
Lu Heng smiled, turned around, looked at Hong Quan with a smile, and blurted out: "It's very simple, just throw money at it!"
"Smash it with money?" Hong Quan was puzzled: "What kind of strategy is this?"
I stayed up all night and was extremely sleepy.
Lu Heng stretched out his hands and rubbed his numb face, and said as he walked: "Those who can use thunder beads should not use crossbows. Those who can use crossbows should not allow infantry to charge. Those who can throw spears should avoid close combat. That's it.
Simple!"
After hearing this, Hong Quan was stunned and suddenly realized.
"Oh, no wonder His Majesty was so angry at the Ministry of Finance a few days ago. It was a Korean war that wiped out all the money in the treasury! Gah, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance was killed by your boy!" Hong Quan
Fumbling at his chin, he smiled happily.
The Minister of Hubu was a member of Anpeng. Therefore, Hong Quan was not worried when he heard that Hubu was punished and was enjoying himself on the sidelines.
Lu Heng smiled and said lightly: "Wars are about fighting for money. If a poor country goes to war with a rich country, maybe in the early stage, the rich country will be afraid that the homeland it has finally built will be destroyed by the war.
, and temporarily appease and give in. However, once the two sides truly fight with each other, the one who wins in the end will definitely be a rich country!"
Hearing what Lu Heng said, Hong Quan nodded in agreement. However, he also thought of another thing. After thinking about it, he turned his head and looked at Lu Heng and said: "In this way, if I, the Great Zhou Dynasty, go to war with the Turks,
The final victory belongs to me, Da Zhou?"
"Needless to say, the Great Zhou Dynasty will definitely win, haha!" Lu Heng put his hand on Hong Quan's shoulder and laughed loudly.
…
In the dark sky prison, there was a smell of dampness and decay.
The oil lamp hanging on the wall was burning cracklingly, emitting a pungent smell that made people feel sick.
In the cell, the sound of the whips wielded by the jailers and the screams of injustice by the prisoners on death row could be heard endlessly. The miserable screams were horrifying.
In the innermost cell, Censor Lu, dressed in death row uniform, sat quietly in front of the table, writing furiously under the dim light.
Outside the door, there was another miserable cry of injustice. Lu Yushi raised his head and saw the jailers holding iron shackles and carrying steel knives at their waists. They pulled out a prisoner with an ashen face and limp limbs and brought him to the prison.
execution ground.
This is already the tenth official to be executed in the past few days.
The numb Lu Yushi just glanced at it, then turned his head and continued to write something on the crumpled paper.
I don't know how much time passed before another burst of rapid footsteps came over.
Lu Yushi turned around and saw two jailors stopping in front of his cell.
Alas, it was my turn after all!
Lu Yushi, who was writing vigorously, suddenly stopped when he heard this. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. After sighing in his heart, he put down his brush and prepared to stand up.
"Ruji, someone is here to see you!"
One of the jailers tied the key on his waist and opened the cell door with a clatter. Lu Yushi on the opposite side said something, then turned his head, bowed to his side and said, "Your Majesty, please!"