.,The sky is dry, be careful of the fire and candle...

In the third update of the drum beats, in the deep winter, the cold and frozen city of Beijing, except for a few restaurants, singing and pavilions, smoke and smoke, there are still drunk red curtains and endless strings and songs, the streets and alleys are nowhere to be seen, and there is no trace of people.

However, there were a few figures wandering in the alley in front of the Dongcheng Temple. To be precise, they were trembling while walking.

"How can I get into this ghost errand?" A man who was wrapped tightly with only two eyes exposed, stomped his feet and said in a muffled voice: "I won't let you enter the house in the middle of the night in the late winter, so I can freeze it into a popsicle!"

"Say a few words!" A leader next to him took out the wine pot from his arms and poured it two by himself." Then he threw it to him and said, "The people from Dali Temple are also standing there. We can't lose the reputation of the Fushu Department!"

The man stretched out his hand and took the wine pot and "drink it hard." He suddenly felt heart-wrenching. He usually felt uncomfortable, but now he felt comfortable.

He took another sip and felt that his body was finally a little hot, so he blew out a breath of white air and said, "The Fufu Department, Dali Temple, stand guard for that guy day and night, and Master Xu doesn't have this treatment."

"You said he would do it," the leader shrank his neck and sneered, "If we hadn't been waiting day and night, he would have killed someone eight times."

"It's so mysterious. It's just a tingling moon. No one has come to harm him." The man under his command said in a very angrily manner: "I know that we know how to tremble outside all day long, but he is in the stove room."

"Yes, when will it be?" As soon as he said this, the leader was worried, "At the end of this year, there is still a lot of work at home. What's the matter with this whole day?"

"What a fucking ball," the man spat again, "It's better to be clear and straightforward, and men can go home early for the New Year."

It seemed as if in order to respond to him, before he could finish his words, a shrill female voice came from the house, and the two of them immediately changed their faces.

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Who are these plainclothes guards, or guards? It is Wang Tingxiang, the left censor of the Censorate, who was the former sensational figure in the court, the number one general under Xu Ge Lao, who fainted last month when he passed away, and has never taken a step forward.

Although no one came to remove him from his official position and no one came to ask him questions, everyone knew that the career of the General Consort was over. However, the misfortune was far from over. As the voices of the murderer Hu Zongxian became louder and louder, the people in the mansion realized what it means to be dire straits. If the alley where they lived was martial law, they were not allowed to enter and exit, and they were afraid that they would have been beaten up by angry people. In this way, the eggs and vegetables that flew into the mansion every day were enough to make the whole mansion eat and drink without worries...

The people in the Zunxian Mansion are always raising their heads and being used to being domineering. Now they are suddenly rolled and scolded by others. They are all sparrows in the snow for a while. No one listens to their master's orders, and they stay in the house for all day to eat wine and play money, and waits to part with the group and go home. There is even a bad servant who has broken his conscience who actually stole the owner's property and is found without any shame, and openly said: "The house is going to be searched." It's better to be cheaper for us!"

For a moment, the General Constitution Mansion was in turmoil and the trees were about to fall and the shackles were scattered.

"Wang Tingxiang didn't care about everything that happened outside. He could actually go out of the house, not want to see people, or even drink water and eat. He didn't do anything in the house. He just sat there all day and day," and his whole body was shrouded in a thick layer of death.

In fact, it was not so bad before. For his health, the family members were careful not to hide the situation outside. "Wang Tingxiang was also paralyzed and lived a mess without caring about it. However, seven days ago, the right deputy censor, Yang Yinglong, came over and asked him for the General Constitutional Defense, and then Wang Tingxiang suddenly went on a hunger strike.

At first, my family thought that he was reluctant to leave his official position and could not eat or drink. "It would be better in two days. Who knew that this would last seven days, and if he didn't eat or drink, he would have to die!

Even if you are confused about the official position, you can't even want your life just because you lose your official position, right? Only then did the family know that he must be doing something else. But he couldn't ask no matter how much he asked, and he couldn't persuade him, so he could only be anxious.

However, tonight, he suddenly walked out of the room and asked the old servant to arrange a table of good meals, and then brought the whole family together for a reunion dinner.

"The old servant was confused about having a reunion dinner at this time, but the master was willing to eat, so he was better than anything else. He quickly went to report the good news to the ladies and ladies, and then kicked the lazy people up and asked them to show their skills to show their best banquet.

As soon as the head of the family cheered up, the family seemed to have the energy. "After a short while, they arranged a large table of sumptuous wine and food, and the family of more than a dozen people were all there, sitting around the table, rushing to express their concerns to Wang Tingxiang.

During the meal, Wang Tingxiang talked and laughed, and nothing seemed to have happened. He drank with his sons and persuaded his wife, who never drank wine, to drink two drinks. Although the family felt that the master's behavior was a bit abnormal, they just thought that he had figured out something and relieved his heart. Many optimists even thought that he must have had some way to overcome the difficulties. "After a short time, the situation at home will get better.

Therefore, the family had a peaceful dinner in a rare and relaxed atmosphere. Then they talked for a while and then they went to rest.

After going out, the eldest son said to his second son: "My father has become much kinder today, and he recalls taking me down the river to catch fish when he was a child."

"Yes, I only heard my father sing children's songs from our hometown when I was a child." The second son nodded, and said, "Since my father became a high-ranking official, I have stopped singing to my brother and sister."

"Do you think this change is good or bad?" The eldest son felt a little ominous in his heart.

"Of course it's good." The second son smiled and said, "It's better than being locked in the room and not eating or drinking, right?"

"That's right." The eldest son felt that his thoughts were ridiculous. How could he curse his father like that? He didn't say it out loud, and after saying good night to his second brother, he went back to the house to rest.

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In that room, Mrs. Wang was very sleepy due to worrying for several days and was very sleepy. Now she felt relieved and drank some wine. So she slept very hard as soon as she went to bed. However, Wang Tingxiang was not sleepy at all. He tossed and turned until the second day of the second round. He tiptoed up, put on his clothes slowly, and came to the study.

Sitting in front of the desk, he grinds the ink for himself. He puts a pen and dip it in ink, and wrote a title on the paper: "The Book of Death... Looking at these three shocking words, Wang Tingxiang was dull. The buzzing sound in his ears was full of the voice of Yinglong of the Ribu: Since ancient times, great masters have not been rewarded and great achievements have not been rewarded. It is not a sage master, but a slanderous minister."

The marquis was imprisoned and died under the sword and pen; Liang Gong was imprisoned, "only he knew the majesty of the prison officer"

, But look at how many days of jumping?! The power of heaven is cheering up, "the rebels are so angry."

No matter what I write, I am a sinner whom I am referring to. From head to toe, from inside to outside, it exudes a disgusting stench! Even if I write it so hard that it is just a matter of laughter...

In addition to the heavy blow that the manifesto brought to him, Wu Yinglong also came over with Mr. Xu's words, which also made him extremely depressed.

The Master of the Ministry said that the pressure of Xu Ge Lao was beyond imagination. He could no longer protect him. He asked him to resist everything. He insisted that it was because of his personal grudge that he decided to punish Hu Zongxian. No matter what, he would not be punished until he died. At most, he was just a soldier. Xu Jie would definitely protect his life and give his whole family a new identity, and he would have enough money for several lifetimes to go anywhere and start his life again halfway.

This condition should be said to be very good. If it is an ordinary official, it would have agreed. However, as a judicial official who has been dealing with prison lawsuits for many years, he is not so naive. Judging from his years of experience, as long as he agrees, the whole family will not be far from death. The reason is very simple. Even if he bears all the charges, as long as he is still alive, it is a huge hidden danger for those people. Only dead people in this world will not leak secrets, so sooner or later they will have to attack themselves.

As for the so-called forgery of identity and invisibility, Wang Tingxiang even sneered. As his second-rank official, "even if he was sent to serve as a military officer, no one dared to die in an unknown way; however, after he took the initiative to escape and became a black household, even if he killed his whole family, it would be just an ordinary local criminal case and would not even alarm Beijing.

For the sake of his family, he couldn't let them accompany him and embark on this road of no return. So he wanted to put all the shit in his arms, but there was no way!

However, there is no point in admitting truthfully and spitting them out. Wang Tingxiang is not a fool like Wanlun. He knew very well that only by protecting the gods above, they would definitely repay him and his family would not fall apart.

After all, Wang Tingxiang responded with silence! He believed that as long as he could survive the most difficult period, he might get a lighter revenge.

But Zou Yinglong's arrival and what he said shook Wang Tingxiang's confidence. It turned out that the pressure was already too great, and even Mr. Xu could not bear it. He had to hand him over for trial... As mentioned earlier, he could not be able to move. If he didn't, under such a great pressure, he would probably not have the best results of his own.

When he thought of being tried in court, he was disgraced, had no dignity, and could even be punished by severe punishment. Can he bit his teeth? Wang Tingxiang had no confidence. Once he was called, his whole family would suffer... In the past few days, he had been tortured by this fear, his mind was covered with his own blood and blood, and his family's sad faces. After thinking about it, he could not bear this. In the end, he could only make up his mind to go on the last path, commit suicide, and die, to keep the secret for them, let them let their family go "can avoid torture and abuse" and the tragic fate of the second half of his life.

"The deadline is coming, the deadline is coming..." Wang Tingxiang murmured to himself, "There are snakes and scorpions in front and tigers and wolves behind, I can only end it all!" At this time, what circled in his mind was the sentence: "The only hardship in the ages is the only one who dies, and the only one who is sad is the only one who is sad? He picked up his pen and quickly wrote a desperate book. The general idea was that because he confused personal grievances and public indignation, Hu Bixian died tragically, and felt that he was guilty and could only live one life. This matter has nothing to do with others. I hope that everyone can have a good New Year..., all the time.

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Before she knew it, the third round of drums on the arch tower had already faintly heard. Mrs. Wang, who was sleeping tightly, suddenly woke up. She reached out and touched her hand, and there was no one around her. After touching her again, the quilt was cold. She couldn't help but wake up. She felt something was wrong and quickly put on her clothes and got up to look for her.

After searching for two rooms, no one was seen. When she approached the study, she saw the lights on inside. She felt a little calm and gently lifted the curtain. Just as she was about to shout "Master", she suddenly saw that her master was already hanging on the beam. She was so scared that she screamed boldly, and then collapsed to the ground.

It was late at night, and this sound penetrated the sky and woke up the entire courtyard. The children and the family stood up one after another. They rushed over to check, and saw their mistress at the door of the study. When they looked again, the male owner had committed suicide by hanging his beam...

The men quickly put the master down and tried his pulse. They were already dead... For a moment, the sad voices burst into tears and cried around his body.

When the people from the Fufu Department and Dali Temple outside heard it, they all changed their faces. They threw off the cotton robe that was in trouble and showed the strong outfit inside. In just a blink of an eye, they smashed the door and rushed in, following the sound to the study.

"Not moving!" Seeing the person to be protected, the leader of the sanctuary was extremely upset: "Otherwise, kill him or not!"

The mansion knew that they were officers and soldiers guarding outside, so he obediently made way. He first checked Wang Tingxiang's body, and he was dead and could not die anymore. Then he walked to the desk and saw Wang Tingxiang's first-rank official uniforms were neatly folded on the desk table, with beams and gold and silver belts on it. A letter was placed next to it, pressed with a ruler, and three words were written on the letter skin.
Chapter completed!