The base of Nanchang is located in a farm in the south of Wuchang City. The village is close to Fruit Lake. There is a huge waterwheel that keeps turning water into the paddy fields. The waterwheel is like a Ferris wheel and is pulled by a cow. Gao Yifei is invited to have tea.
The location is located next to this Ferris wheel.
On a dilapidated small square table were placed a pottery pot and a large thick porcelain bowl with a cutout. This was the tea that Nanchang served to the distinguished guests. Gao Yifei was pressed on the bamboo stool while Nanchang Fanzi gave him the tea.
He poured tea and said with a smile: "Master Gao, do you think this waterwheel is interesting?"
The waterwheel is indeed very interesting. A cow keeps turning in circles, driving the axle to rotate, and the axle drives the wooden gears to rotate. Finally, it pulls this huge waterwheel to keep turning, and uses thirty-two buckets to scoop up the fruit lake.
The water in the water tanker is poured into the nearby canal in turn. The water tanker reflects the intelligence and wisdom of the people of Huguang. It is indeed very interesting. However, Gao Yifei is not in the mood to pay attention to this now. What he cares about is the few people tied to the water tanker. Then
It was clearly his son Kaohsiung and three servants!
These three servants were the culprits who killed the Nachang undercover. When they tied the undercover's hands and feet and threw him into the Yangtze River, they should have thought of today's retribution. All four of them were tied tightly to the waterwheel by the Nachang gangsters with wires.
On the tipping bucket, they were spinning around in circles, and they were submerged into the lake for a short time every minute. Although the time was not long, it was extremely scary. The weather in early spring was still cold, and the cotton-padded jackets on their bodies were already soaked, and their heads and faces were wet.
It was all filled with water. When they emerged from the water, they were gasping for air. When they saw Gao Yifei approaching, they immediately cried: "Daddy, help! Sir, help!"
The old cow was still slowly chewing the fodder that came out of its stomach and taking a leisurely step. The four poor people were tied to the water tanker at symmetrical angles. At any time, one person would be underwater, and three of them would be underwater.
He was alone on the water. In order to let Master Gao and his son say a few words, Fanzi specially pulled the iron ring on the cow's nose. The old cow mooed obediently and stopped, and the waterwheel also stopped. Kaohsiung happened to
Go to the top of the waterwheel, and at the bottom there is a servant whose upper body is submerged in the lake.
"Dad, help the kid, he didn't do anything, they forced me!" Kaohsiung shouted at the top of his lungs.
"You are using torture to extract a confession! If you violate Ming law, why don't you put my son down quickly? He is the censor! Did you hear that?" Gao Yifei is an old ginger after all, and he can still maintain his majesty at this moment.
"Hmph, little Censor Gao, you are not kind. Why did you change your confession after you signed it just now? Did you see your father coming? Did you think he could save you? You are wrong. Mr. Gao can't protect himself now.
, I advise you to be frank and be lenient." The leader said with a sneer.
"I'm warning you again. According to the Ming Dynasty law, except for the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Inquisition Division, which can detain officials, the two factories and guards are not allowed to interrogate people without authorization. Please listen carefully and put me and my son back immediately, otherwise you will
It’s beautiful!” Gao Yifei was still as steady as a mountain, sitting with a golden sword, he was worthy of being a veteran cadre who had been raped in the officialdom for many years.
"Dad, please save the baby!" Kaohsiung seemed to be in a state of confusion, still shouting without any new ideas. At this time, a string of bubbles appeared from the water. It was obvious that the servant was dead.
Fanzi cracked his whip, and the old cow continued to spin in circles. When the waterwheel came up, it turned out that the servant had already drunk so much that he had drowned alive. The waterwheel continued to turn, and when Kaohsiung entered the water,
Lao Niu stopped again, and the fans looked at Gao Yifei with arms folded and sneers on their faces, to see how he faced his son's life and death.
"This is a confession written by your son himself. He said that he was ordered by you to kill the investigators of the South Factory and to assist Ma Yun in embezzling the money for the river embankment project. All the details are on it. Take a look and sign at the back, and then we will talk about it.
Other things." The leader said cheerfully.
The son's upper body was submerged in the water, and one or two bubbles appeared on the lake from time to time. That was the air in Kaohsiung's lungs. Human lung capacity is limited. No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot hold his breath for long until the last trace of air in his lungs is exhausted.
After that, the person will involuntarily open his mouth to breathe, and a large amount of water will pour into the lungs and stomach, and then drown alive. Although the expression on Gao Yifei's face is still calm, in fact, the hands inside the sleeves of his wide robe have already
Trembling, it was difficult for him to make a decision, whether to protect his son or himself. After signing the pledge, it was equivalent to acknowledging the charges in the complaint, and his career was over. But if he did not sign, his son would die in front of his eyes.
"Mr. Gao, don't have any illusions anymore. Governor He and Lord He have returned to Wuhan. Shuanggui, your actions have been approved by the Governor and the Chief Envoy. The cabinet has also said hello. Think about it,
Which of us people who have passed the double regulations in Nanchang can escape? I would like to advise you: be lenient if you confess, and be stern if you resist. We have already grasped your situation, and now we are just giving you a chance to fight for leniency. It is up to you to decide where to go. But
It seems that your son won’t be able to hold on much longer.”
Nanchang Fanzi's mind-attacking tactics were very effective. Gao Yifei suddenly understood the fact that his backers might really be ready to sacrifice him. The only thing he could do now was to drag them all down. The more people involved, the better he would be.
The safer it is, so he trembled and said: "I sign, please pull my son up quickly."
"This is the hero." The band leader waved his hand with satisfaction. Lao Niu took another step and brought Kaohsiung out of the water. At this time, Kaohsiung had already drank a few water, and he coughed crazily as soon as he came out of the water. It can be seen that
He was choking heavily. This longer underwater experience made Kaohsiung's attitude change slightly. After he finished coughing, he shouted in a tearful voice: "Dad, the baby is going to die. Just do whatever they ask you to do."
The child really can’t bear it.”
Gao Yifei picked up the brush, signed his name on his son's confession, and then said: "I still have something to say. This matter has little to do with my father and son. The one who really played a big role behind the scenes was the Ministry of Household Affairs.
, from the Ministry of Industry..."
In the capital, Zhenwuhou Mansion, Peng Jinrong sat opposite Liu Ziguang with a few pieces of paper, frowning.
"I sent someone to find an expert hermit with Kuang Kuang's birthday and horoscope. The child's horoscope was indeed extraordinary. They didn't even dare to tell the visitor the result, saying they were afraid of revealing the secret. There is only one person on Mount Emei.
The blind old man told the result."
Peng Jingrong paused, looked into Liu Ziguang's eyes and said, "This son is born to be a nobleman, it is the emperor's order."
Liu Ziguang said with a shy face: "My son is a king, the king of the Temasek Kingdom."
Peng Jingrong said sternly: "You and I both know that it is a throne that we managed, and we can do countless things. Besides, emperors, emperors, and emperors are emperors. How can a small vassal king be called an emperor? In the world?
You have to believe some things even if you don’t believe it. Maybe your son really might... usurp the throne in a certain dynasty."
The study suddenly fell into silence. Liu Ziguang didn't speak, and Peng Jinrong didn't speak either. They were both troubled by this incident and couldn't speak. After a long while, Liu Ziguang said: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, why bother worrying about things that will happen decades later?"
What’s troublesome, besides, why should the old Zhu family be in power and my old Liu family can’t sit in the country? It’s impossible for generations to come, and changing dynasties is an inevitable trend of historical development.”
Peng Jinrong was startled by his rebellious words, and subconsciously looked outside the door. Fortunately, no one heard her. She sat back in her chair, sighed deeply, and said, "I don't care anymore, I can't control it."
This is the first time that the eldest lady has been so distressed and depressed.
At the same time, on the top of the snow-capped mountains thousands of miles away, in Bajiao City, the capital of the Tubo Buddhist Kingdom, the funeral of the previous King Jinlun was underway. Thousands of lamas wearing red monk robes and exposing their strong arms clasped their hands together to form a
There was a huge funeral procession, and in the magnificent Buddhist palace, three hundred lamas blew huge magical instruments together, with a long and sad sound. The Tubo Buddhist Kingdom is a country that combines politics and religion, and is also a vassal of the Ming Dynasty. The leader is called Jinlun Dharma King, Dharma King.
When you pass away, you will point out a general direction to indicate that direction your soul will go. Then two years later, the lamas will send people to find reincarnated psychics. They usually find three or four children who are smart and have good connections with Buddha, and bring them back.
In Bajiao City, under the supervision of officials sent by the sovereign state, lots were drawn from the golden urn to select the next Jinlun Dharma King.
The territory between the Buddha Kingdom and the Ming Dynasty was in a state of semi-security, and the connection with Nanjing had been cut off for many years. The minister sent by the capital to Tibet in the early years had died of illness for many years, and the ruling Galons were also very busy. No one expected that
I have to inform the capital of the Dharma King’s death.
The funeral of the Dharma King was extremely mournful and honorable. All the subjects showed filial piety and refrained from eating meat for three years. The Dharma King's body was buried in the sky. Looking at the eagles circling on the top of the snow-capped mountains, the ruling Kalon and several great lamas turned their attention to what the Dharma King was pointing to before his death.
The direction ----- the far east, where is the reincarnated soul boy this time?