Chapter 147 (1/2)

In the dark dungeon, a middle-aged man with a loose bun describes him as untidy. The royal blue brocade robe is very valuable at a glance, but now it is totally bloodstained and unbearable.

When the iron door was locked, the middle-aged man had a deep eagle's eye. When he looked up, he saw Zong Zhenglin's blue clothes and walked to the front of the cell with his attendants. The attendant took out the folding chair and opened it. Zong Zhenglin's Brocade robe was lifted, and he was upright and sitting at the moment.

”This is the same root, but stubborn, determined again and again.” Zong Zhenglin's voice is cold.

”Same root? I still think that you have forgotten your ancestors for a long time. Today, you still have the face to mention the origin of blood vessels. ” The middle-aged man Pooh, with strong hatred in his sarcasm.

”Today we are tolerant and open to you. Since I was expelled from Yuzhou and forced into Sichuan more than ten years ago, has there ever been a matter of pressing after you, which is not to take your life? ” Zong Zhenglin turned a blind eye to his rebelliousness and acted on his own will.

”Good, Zong Zhenglin! Your son of a bitch, you killed your brother and took the throne. Fortunately, my grandfather escaped a robbery. He watched his brother cut his head by a thief and his eyes were wasted. What should you do if you are so hostile to your country? ”

”There's no need to get entangled in the grudges of our ancestors. The battle for the throne is a matter of life and death. ”

”The remaining evils of the rebel party are all in ambush. Only you need to be escorted back to Beijing, waiting for today's decision. ”

”I should have let you return to Beijing safely. It's a pity that Mu had asked for this hall. If you were captured alive, you should export evil spirit for her. Now you will pay her the debt. So she won't get angry. ”

Zong Zhenglin has always been domineering. He left Shengjing, and was impatient with torture.

Earlier, Zong Zhengming asked the traitors according to the laws and regulations of the Ministry of punishment. He broke up unhappily and never showed up again. It was Zong Zhenglin's turn to interrogate. His highness ignored the rules and regulations and directly let Yan Chengzhou take over, fulfilling Mu Xiyao's wish.

In the battle of central Sichuan, Zong Zhengming and Zong Zhenglin led thousands of elite soldiers and got the help of Yugu's secret medicine. Although the situation was dangerous, he won the final victory.

The rebel party had occupied all the advantages of the land and the people, but it was only the ability of Yugu, who was under LiuZong Zhenglin, to use medicine. The master relied on the use of poisons in many ways, which was regarded as a master's tricks, and he was in the heart of Zong Zhenglin. If the two sides fight hard with real swords and guns, the officers of the great Wei Dynasty will never keep their troops so complete when they meet the dead in the middle of Shu. There will be a tough battle to fight.

”So?” Zong Zhengming was waiting outside. He heard ghosts crying and howling in the dungeon from a distance. Seeing Zong Zhenglin step by step, he raised his eyebrows. ”Not afraid of the father's blame?”

”The dying man.” Zong Zhenglin is concise and comprehensive.

”Swords and spears don't have long eyes. If you get some minor injuries, you'll keep your hands.” Zong Zhengming agreed with him to deal with it. When he talked nonsense, he did not lose half of his talent.

They looked at each other and walked out side by side. I left behind me crying bitterly, and I heard the man on duty creepy.