"Are you the leader?" Xia Shang was quite surprised.
I had seen Laoshou Zuo in the dungeon, but the light in the dungeon was very dark and I couldn't see his face clearly. Moreover, Xia Shang was a storyteller and didn't think about it in that direction.
The other party claimed to be the old chief of the Iron Arm Division. Xia Shang looked at it carefully and found that he was somewhat similar in body shape to the old chief he had seen last time.
For a moment, Xia Shang was overjoyed and had a feeling of a bright future.
At this time, Xia Shang was inevitably a little excited and wanted to take off his belt and express his identity.
"No need, I know who you are. What I want to know is, what do you want to do with me?"
"Please come out, boss!"
"Please ask me to come out?" In the darkness, the voice of the old leader was a bit cold, "I have not been involved in worldly affairs for many years. What's more, just based on your words, if you want the submission of my Iron Arm Division, do you want me to surrender to you as well?
I think too much about my own weight."
"No. The junior's invitation to the senior to come out this time has nothing to do with the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Iron Arm Division. It's only relevant to me and you, the senior."
"how do I say this?"
"Senior must know what will happen after tonight and tomorrow at noon."
"So what? It's just the death of some rotten literati, so what do you care about?"
"Senior, not all of these literati are rotten. There are also talented, ambitious and capable people among them. This world belongs to literati. If all the literati die, won't the world go back to the days when the country was founded by powerful men?
Era?"
"so what?"
"Since my senior has been in the imperial court all his life, then he watched the imperial court go in the wrong direction but turned a blind eye. Is this what senior calls loyalty?"
"That's just what you said. The real right and wrong will not be judged by you or me."
"Then should senior be loyal to the Metropolitan Procuratorate? Should he be loyal to me, the head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"
"I am no longer the leader of the Iron Arm Division, and I don't have to be loyal to anyone."
"But senior, don't you think that the current situation of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is a bit pathetic? Have you forgotten what happened before? In order to retaliate against the Prime Minister, the Metropolitan Procuratorate has no choice but to do something to his daughter! The current Metropolitan Procuratorate is like this. As the Metropolitan Procuratorate,
Shouldn’t the only old seniors left in the Procuratorate take action?”
These words made the old leader in front of him fall silent.
After a long time, the other party said: "I am willing to help you once."
Even once is good!
Xia Shang had no more demands and said bluntly: "The purpose of this junior is very simple, which is to prevent the crown prince Li Xin from massacring the literati. If it can be done at this time, it will be regarded as recovering Li Xin and Fu Yu, who will blame the death of Mr. Dongyue on the capital."
The place where the procuratorate is located.”
"Just you and me?"
Xia Shang nodded.
"I really want to hear your plan. Don't tell me what you think about the Tribulation Field. Although I am old, I don't want to die so early."
"There is only one person who can stop Li Xin now, and that is the emperor. I want to enter the palace to face the saint, but I am worried about the dangers along the way. I hope the old man can protect me and escape safely."
…
The sun did not rise the next day, and as night fell, the sky over the capital was shrouded in a thin layer of dark clouds, which became thicker and heavier.
It has not rained for a long time this summer, and it is time to rain.
Before Chen hour, the sky was still heavy and the raindrops in the clouds had not yet fallen.
In the streets and alleys of the capital, people who go out have prepared umbrellas for emergencies.
The guards at the Zhengyang Gate of the Imperial Palace have just finished receiving the team of ministers who came for the morning court today.
According to daily habits, this is a relatively leisure time for the guards. Most of them gather together and chat with each other.
Today was no exception, but just when they were about to relax.
With a bang, raindrops the size of rice grains finally fell.
This was the prelude to the heavy rain. What followed became heavier and heavier. Raindrops fell more and more densely, and soon formed a transparent and cascading rain curtain. Along with the rolling thunder, a pair of guards were instantly drenched.
through.
"Hey, what a damn weather! Why come earlier and let those arrogant adults feel it?"
"Those adults are hiding in their golden nests and silver nests. How could they know that little characters like us are exposed to the sun and rain."
"You guys, please pay attention!" A guard captain came over. He was still very stern despite being stained by water all his life. "Something big happened today. Everyone, cheer up!"
After saying this, the guards all became serious. They all knew that thousands of literati would be beheaded today. This was a major event that had never happened since the founding of the country!
Although these guards were not humane, they felt it was a bit excessive to kill so many people at once.
But how are they qualified to judge a game between big shots?
At this moment, a guard suddenly reminded: "Look, there is someone coming over there."
At some point, two people appeared in the huge square outside the palace.
The two figures looked a little blurry in the violent rain, each holding a black umbrella, giving people an uncomfortable feeling, as if something would happen to them.
Today is a very tense day. Tens of thousands of soldiers have been prepared on the execution ground in the capital, and patrols throughout the capital are tighter than ever before.
What the court is worried about is that today's affairs will not go so smoothly.
The guards also received the news, and everyone must be closely interrogated without any slack.
The two people in the rain are undoubtedly very strange.
A group of guards from Zhengyang Gate winked and gathered around.
When they got closer, they discovered that the two people were an old man and a young man. One was about eighty years old, and the other was only twenty years old.
Their black umbrellas were held low, covering their faces.
The guards were getting more and more uncomfortable and asked: "Who dares to do this in this important place of the palace..."
Before he spoke, the guard suddenly noticed the faces of the two people, and for a moment he felt that his hair stood on end.
One of the two people was seen wearing a bull-head mask, and the other was wearing a tiger-head mask. Only a pair of hollow eyes emitted divine light through the mask.
The mask has a ferocious image, and some rainwater is dripping down along the lines on the mask, giving people a ghostly feeling.
"Gulu..." The guard captain swallowed, took a few trembling steps back, and signaled for all his men to give way.
Few people know what these masks represent, but as the captain of the guard, you must know who can enter the palace and who cannot.
When he first became a palace guard, the old captain told him not to stop people wearing such masks, otherwise the consequences would be serious.
…
The heavy rain cleaned the platform, stone steps, dragon pillars and golden carvings and jade tiles outside the Palace of Supreme Harmony...
And every minister who entered the court and participated in politics seemed to want to wash away the dust on their bodies and hearts so that they could better convey the government with sincerity.