Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 403: In the Storm (Additional Update for the Atlantic Shark Leader)

"Kala!"

Another thunder roared, as if responding to what Yang Yuan said to the emperor.

The thunder faded away and the sound of rain came again.

Yang Yuan said: "I should also be considered a Song person, and an official who receives a salary from the Song Dynasty.

To be more precise, I am a person who enjoys the blood and sweat of the people of the Song Dynasty."

"To be honest, you are neither a mediocre ruler nor a foolish ruler."

Amid the sound of splashing rain, Yang Yuan spoke slowly.

Zhao Gou's consciousness had begun to become hazy, but he could still clearly hear what Yang Yuan said.

"If you were a mediocre king, you would not have continued the rule of the Song Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River when the country was in ruins, foreign enemies invaded, rebels were everywhere, and local troops under the banner of the Song Dynasty were everywhere.

You would not have been able to repel the Jin invaders in the north, quell rebellions in all directions, gather military power, and establish the prestige of the imperial court in just over twenty years. "

"If you were a tyrant, the Southern Song Dynasty would not have been able to maintain peace and prosperity in just 20 years after the war ended, and the people would not have lived in Lin'an all night long."

"But you are a sinner! You are neither stupid nor mediocre, so your sin is particularly hateful!"

Yang Yuan lowered his eyes and looked coldly at the desperate face.

"Your father and brother were brutally abused and humiliated by the Jin people, and you endured it.

Your sisters, including your own mother, were raped and insulted by the Jin people, some even died, and you endured it.

Millions of people from the seven northern routes have supported your Zhao family for more than a hundred years, but you abandoned them.

You naturally regard the capital of Bianliang as a foreign land."

Yang Yuan thought of his eldest brother, and the sadness of his eldest brother as a child in his early teens, carrying the family's spirit tablets on his back as he crossed the river from the north to the south.

Thinking of the clearly visible arrow marks on the memorial tablet,

He thought of the lifelong grudge between Uncle Ji and Uncle Gou, all because Uncle Ji's relatives were shot to death one by one by the Jin people right in front of him.

Yang Yuan said: "After searching the mountains and seas, what we saw was not Gou Jian who slept on firewood and tasted gall, but a frightened rat!"

"Do you still remember when you fled south across the Yangtze River, hundreds of thousands of people in Yangzhou wept and knelt to welcome you?

When only three thousand Jin soldiers came after you, you led your army to flee, not daring to fight them!
You did not hesitate to abandon the people who had just welcomed you into the city and who had given them their food to feed you and your army.

On the Yangtze River, tens of thousands of corpses floated on the surface in one day!"

"Your crime is not negotiating peace. Negotiating peace is just a means, just a strategy, just like a boxer temporarily avoiding the edge, it is nothing great.

Your crime is that in order to negotiate peace, you purged upright people, killed loyal and brave generals, and shameless villains stole power, and the government was full of petty swindles!"

Yang Yuan said: "Zhao Gou! Negotiating peace is just a fig leaf for you. In fact, you turned it into cowardly peace and begging for surrender!"

Yang Yuan's fingers were still pressing firmly on Zhao Gou's neck.

This way of dying is really strange.

During the whole process, you can't see any obvious struggle, and even the deceased himself is unaware of the impending death.

Otherwise, the woman who was kissed to death would not have died.

Yang Yuan had already seen that Zhao Gou opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the top of the curtain, and there was no life on his face.

But to be on the safe side, Yang Yuan's fingers remained firmly pressed on his neck.

Yang Yuan wanted to hold on a little longer.

"The Song Dynasty had the most developed economy, the most advanced weapons, and a military and civilian population with great martial virtues, but it had a weak and incompetent court.

It's like a man with strong limbs but a timid head. "

Yang Yuan looked at the dead Zhao Gou and said, "My Lord Zhao, your father and brother were both excellent painters and calligraphers.

If they were not emperors, they would be famous throughout the ages.

However, they became emperors. Therefore, they became the sinners of the country's destruction.

But you, a person without great talent, were born in an era that requires great talent and occupy a position that requires great talent.

This is your sin!"

Zhao Gou did not answer him.

It is said that a person can still hear other people talking for a period of time immediately after death.

I don’t know if he heard what Yang Yuan said at this moment.

Yang Yuan carefully put the two handkerchiefs into his sleeves and slowly stood up.

He didn't move anything in the room. Now he just needed to sneak out silently.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a pale and frightened face.

It was a young woman, standing beside the veil.

I guess she slept on the floor behind the tent.

Yang Yuan originally thought that it was a place for defecation, but he forgot that it was the emperor's bedroom and it was not the same as a civilian residence.

A small mistake in detail prevented him from searching the place.

Unexpectedly, there was someone sleeping here.

This woman has a pretty face as white as jade.

Even though she was so frightened that she lost her voice and her whole body was shaking, she still looked charming and attractive.

Yang Yuan was stunned for a moment.

The dragon-slaying process was very smooth. As long as he returned to the base quietly, it would be a perfect assassination.

but now……

This woman should be the emperor's concubine, right?

Yes, Zhao Gou was bedridden, how could there not be someone in his bedroom?
The woman's small mouth opened and closed several times, and it was obvious that she was trying hard to scream.

But the huge shock made her voiceless, and she couldn't make a sound.

She turned around suddenly and ran back.

Yang Yuan came to his senses and immediately chased after him.

After only passing through two layers of curtains, Yang Yuan's hands already grasped her neck.

Her neck is as long and graceful as a swan's, and the feeling of strangling it must be very satisfying.

Liu Wanrong only felt that the big hand was full of power that she could not resist, and the more she wanted to shout, the less sound came out of her throat.

Feeling the force of the big hand, Liu Wanrong closed her eyes in despair. However, the big hand paused and did not twist it any further.

Yang Yuan suddenly thought of a fatal question:

Zhao Gou's death could have been attributed to repeated injuries and poisoning.

But if the concubines who served him also died, who would still believe that he died of natural causes?
Then this perfect plan would have completely failed.

At that time, could he escape the repeated checks on all the Yulongzhi personnel?
But don't kill her...

The real cause of Zhao Gou's death will also be exposed, and he will still be subject to extensive investigation.

You can’t kill him, but you can’t not kill him either…

Yang Yuan suddenly moved the hand that was strangling Liu Wanrong's throat to her mouth, and pushed her forward.

Liu Wanrong was unsteady on her feet and suddenly grabbed the pillar of the Panlong palace.

Yang Yuan had never seen Liu Wanrong's appearance and had no idea that the woman in front of him was Liu Shangqiu's sixth sister.

However, even if he knew, he still had no choice at this moment.

"If you don't talk, I won't kill you!" Yang Yuan whispered in Liu Wanrong's ear.

He was careful enough and even changed his voice on purpose.

However, he didn't know that the scar on his wrist had already caught Liu Wanrong's eyes.

The scar is not big, and is shaped like a small white crescent.

However, when he pulled the shaft to stop the carriage that Liu Wanrong was riding in front of the Xiangji Temple, Liu Wanrong, who was almost thrown out, clearly saw the scar on his wrist.

After all, it was this hand that held the shaft of the carriage and stopped the frightened horse.

It's... him? Jiro!
When this thought flashed through her mind, Yang Yuan's changed voice had already sounded in her ears.

But even though he changed his voice deliberately, Liu Wanrong, who had already formed a preconceived notion, immediately concluded: It's him, it's definitely him!

Liu Wanrong, whose mouth was covered, suddenly felt her waist tighten, and then she held onto the hall pillar as someone made her move in a very embarrassing position.

Then, someone lifted her skirt...

What is he doing?
Liu Wanrong panicked, but...she did not wait for the scene that made her feel ashamed and angry.

Yang Yuan is not a little Teddy bear. In this situation, how can he just react if he wants to?

Liu Wanrong was pulled up again and faced the masked man.

There was a hint of helplessness in the masked man's eyes, which made him seem less scary.

The masked man still covered her mouth, but with his other hand he held her wrist and moved her hand towards himself.

A flash of lightning passed by, and the eyes in the lightning told Liu Wanrong what she should do at this moment.

……

At some point, Liu Wanrong suddenly realized that she could make a sound.

But she immediately closed her mouth subconsciously, even though her mouth was already tightly covered by a big hand.

She even tried her best to hold back the snorting sound.

This was really unbearable. The man behind her was more powerful than the wind and rain outside the palace. She had never endured such a violent force before.

Finally, the man let go of his hand that was holding her arm.

Liu Wanrong immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

She felt like she was going to die. If she held on any longer, she would really die.

After a while, her breathing gradually became more regular.

But she still sat on the ground like a duck, not daring to turn her head back.

The man moved closer to her ear again. Liu Wanrong trembled slightly. She didn't dare to look back or dodge.

The powerful and terrifying man whispered in her ear, "The emperor is dead. He died from the wounds and poison he suffered in Xiangji Temple a few days ago. The imperial physician could not find any other cause."

This time, Yang Yuan forgot to change his voice. Liu Wanrong listened to his voice and involuntarily thought of Yang Yuan's appearance.

The man behind him was indeed him!
For a moment, Liu Wanrong felt a strange feeling in her heart, an indescribable feeling.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with hatred and anger.

Yang Yuan's voice was still whispering in her ear: "So, do you know what you should do?"

Liu Wanrong bit her lip and remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Yang Yuan said: "Very good. If you tell others and I am caught by them, I will confess. I will hold you in the emperor's bedroom..."

The blush on Liu Wanrong's face that had just faded away suddenly covered her cheeks again.

Yang Yuan said: "Although I don't know who you are, the royal family will find out, right?"

Liu Wanrong pursed her lips, was silent for a moment, and then nodded.

Yang Yuan said with satisfaction: "Very good, then let this secret of tonight remain a secret forever. That way, it will be good for you and for me."

Liu Wanrong felt that the man's breath behind her was quietly leaving.

She still didn't dare to look back. After a while, she gently turned her head away.

No one was there, the man had disappeared.

It was as if he had never been there.

Bah! How could he never show up?

He is so rude, and now he is still...

Liu Wanrong bit her lip, her eyes sparkling, and it took her a cup of tea to calm herself down completely.

Then she simply did some cleanup.

Then she walked to the imperial bed, and although she was afraid, she still plucked up the courage to move closer.

She wanted to see if it was as Yang Yuan said.

Liu Wanrong looked carefully and indeed could not see anything unusual.

So she took two steps back, then turned around suddenly, ran to the door of the bedroom, and opened it with a bang.

The wind rushed in with a whoosh, lifting up her skirt.

Liu Wanrong screamed in surprise, "Quick! Call the imperial physician! The emperor is in trouble!"

PS: My ribs and forks are sore from fatigue. I'll take a break and relax. We can last a long time.
(End of this chapter)