Chapter 3 Hurricane Seven

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The thunder rolled, shaking the house and the soil fell.

The downpour of rain blurred the boundaries between heaven and earth, and engulfed the scenery outside the window into an endless cloud of darkness.

Several purple lightning suddenly appeared in the darkness, instantly tearing the rain curtain to pieces, revealing the broken bricks and tiles in the yard and the willow branches flying around. Then, another burst of thunder was shaking, making people's heart tremble, and their hands and feet trembled.

"Crash!" A thick porcelain teapot was shaken to the ground from the edge of the pine table, and it was split into pieces.

Shi Chonggui jumped up and ran forward for two steps. Then he suddenly realized where he was at the moment. He sighed, turned around and sat down on the chair next to the table.

Two eunuchs who served his daily life rushed in with a dim butter lamp. At first glance, they saw the broken teapot on the ground. They immediately raised their eyebrows and whispered: "Your Majesty, be careful! This month, you have broken three teapots. There are so many mouths in the yard, and fewer people have watched your court show recently. If you don't cherish things so much, we have to drink the northwest wind!"

"You..." Shi Chonggui was scolded and blushed. He wanted to stand up and talk. After thinking about it, he fell back into the chair for the second time and bowed embarrassedly: "I understand, Wang Daban, Zhang Daban, I, I fell asleep just now, and I didn't notice that the teapot was shaken to the edge of the table by the thunder!"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! You said, what else do you do besides sleeping?" The two old eunuchs who he called their big companions squatted to clean up the pieces of teapot on the ground while continuing to complain impatiently. "It's better to write a few words. Next time we go to the market, we can exchange them for some eggs!"

"Yes, otherwise, you will write another letter to your son. Even if he refuses to listen to you and surrender to the Khitan, he must at least take care of your food, clothing and expenses? How long has it been since our yard been cleaned up. The tiles on the roof have been rotten, and when it rains, they will leak everywhere!"

"Well, yes, you're right. I'll write and write now." Shi Chonggui was scolded like a third grandson, but he didn't have the courage to speak again. He just followed the other party's mouth and discussed in a low voice, "Can you light the candle? Otherwise, it's dark, how can I write?"

"You really want to write a letter to Zheng and the young master?" The eunuch surnamed Wang was overjoyed and jumped up and prepared to light a candle.

The eunuch surnamed Zhang grabbed him, "Save it, don't be too happy too early. Haven't you figured it out yet? He's just a piece of hob meat. He won't write to Zheng Ziming. He wants to trick you into lighting a candle and write a few big words to do it."

"This..." The eunuch surnamed Wang was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and glared at Shi Chonggui. Sure enough, he saw some embarrassment in the other party's face that the trick was exposed.

He grabbed the butter lamp and put it hard on the table. Then he put his hands on his hips and said loudly: "If you want to light a candle, you can't help but use an oil lamp! You thought you were in Bianliang, and if you want to light a few candles, just light a few candles! If you can use an oil lamp, it is already the grace of others!"

The smell of rotten butter immediately floated up, making Shi Chonggui's stomach roll. He instinctively hid back and bowed like a begging for mercy: "Big companion, take some of the oil lamps and some of them, you know I can't stand the smell. It's not that I refuse to write a letter, but that I have written it, and you have to have a way to send it to the south!"

"You don't have to worry about it. As long as you write, we can naturally ask someone to send it over!" The two eunuchs were happy, looked at each other, and responded in unison.

Of course they don’t have the ability to send letters to Zheng Ziming. It may be a great achievement to force Shi Chonggui to write letters. After handing the letter to the Khitans, they must receive some rewards. Maybe they are happy. For their sake, they sent them to a prince’s house to work as a job, and they are completely out of the sea of ​​suffering.

"I, I..." Shi Chonggui was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and stopped responding.

After all, he was an emperor once, and the two old eunuchs could not hide the thoughts in his mind. However, he had no way to punish the other party, nor was he interested, and directly exposed the two of them's despicable thoughts.

Since the two concubines were "invited" by Prince Shulu to see the flowers, and the only daughter who lived in the world was also married to be a concubine by King Yongkang's wife and brother, he was the only prisoner left in the yard. Everyone else was a prisoner, and hundreds of eyes were looking at him. Those who were prisoners naturally had to be a prisoner, and they could not fight against the prisoner and ask for trouble. Although, the two "jailers" in front of them were once the confidant eunuchs who had followed him for many years.

"Is itchy again?" When the two eunuchs saw Shi Chonggui suddenly playing with a dead dog, they realized that their tricks were seen through. Suddenly, their faces were a little hot, and the hatred in their hearts suddenly arose. "Do you think you are the emperor and no one dares to touch you? Tell you, although this letter is not what the court wants, the main master is not bad. If you write it earlier, if someone is happy, maybe you can send you a few sheep to eat. If you delay, as long as the other party says to General Yelu, you will inevitably have a whip to eat."

"Click!" Lightning flashed through the window, illuminating the ugly faces of the two eunuchs.

Shi Chonggui was so scared that he shivered again by the thunder. He hugged his shoulders and rolled his body into a chair, shaking like a sieve.

The whip, with a barbble whip. He never thought that it would hurt so much when the whip whip was whipped on a person. It made people want to die on the spot, but they couldn't die for a while. They could only grit their teeth and grit their teeth, feel the flesh and blood breaking away from their body, and the flames rolled back and forth in the bone marrow.

However, even if he is beaten to death next time, he will not write a second letter to his son. He vows that he will never. As long as his mind can remain clear.

The last letter was not what he wanted to write at all. It was because he was beaten too hard and was about to faint, and then he was confused. Deep in his heart, Shi Chonggui expelled himself over and over again, and every time he expelled, he felt more guilty. From the moment after the letter was written, he wanted to hit the son to death on the pillar. However, thinking about his beloved concubine Feng committed suicide by hitting the pillar and bursting, he was weak again and could no longer take steps.

"Don't pretend to be dead, it's useless!" The eunuch's voice sounded again, constantly torturing his eardrums and heart. "If you have the ability, just wait for the Khitans to pretend when they look for you, then you will be really like a man!"

"Crack!" Another lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Shi Chonggui's head full of whiteness.

"Don't force me, don't force me, I won't write, I can't harm Erbao anymore!" He suddenly screamed at the top of his throat, hugging his head with his hands, crying like a child who lost his soul. "Wang Daban, Zhang Daban, I, I beg you, please. Don't force me, I, I kowtow to you. Erbao urinated in your arms when he was a child. He is such a kind child, he has never bullied you. He has no grudges with you. I don't write, I really can't write. I have hurt him once, and I can't harm him again!"

"Hmph!" The two eunuchs neither refuted nor comforted them. They were like watching shadow plays, watching coldly.

As old men who have served Shi Chonggui for many years, they have thoroughly understood the temper of this man. They are very ambitious and talented, weak will, and are afraid of death. If they were really willing to commit suicide, they would have committed suicide when the city of Bianliang was destroyed and would not have been left to this day. As for the feeling of licking his son at the moment, they are also the thin ice on the river surface in the late spring, which cannot withstand a knock.

A few days ago, the Khitan asked this master to write a letter to Zheng Ziming to persuade him to surrender. This man cherished his own son and would rather die than surrender. What happened? He just took more than twenty whips and surrendered obediently. The hundreds of words of letter to surrender were swung in a flash. It was so sincere. After reading it, people felt that the Zheng surnamed Zheng refused to obey orders, which was simply worse than beasts.
Chapter completed!