Broken wings

"Song Gong, please get up, why do you want to see me?".

"Weichen heard that the commander of the imperial guard, Wusheng, was beaten and seriously injured, and his life and death were uncertain, so he was worried, so he came to ask the emperor. Song Yemin stood up and bowed, Yuan Zhen's face did not change, "Song Gong really cherishes the people below, I am ashamed of myself." News from the hospital said that his life was saved, but one hand was broken and his chest was injured, and he is still being treated. "

"Weichen is also worried about the emperor, after all, the martial saint is the leader of the imperial guards, he was seriously injured, isn't there a layer of protection for the emperor's safety?" Song Yemin's eyes revealed a deep calculation, "Your Majesty, the commander of the martial saint has always been friendly with people in the palace, and his martial arts are excellent, few people can seriously injure him to this point, I don't know who is so vicious that he wants to put him to death?"

Yuan Zhen

looked at him fixedly, blinked his eyes, Song Yemin couldn't help but shudder, Yuan Zhen was moody, even if he had assisted him for so many years, he still couldn't figure out his temperament, he only felt that he was deeply hidden, never showed his weaknesses to the public, and always kept his face unchanged, although he was so many years younger than himself, he still felt that he was very scary.

"Song Gong cares about his subordinates, I am deeply grateful, the person who hurt him is Ouyang Qian, a hard servant in the miscellaneous servant room, and I am punishing him for thinking about it on the inside roof. "

"Ah, His Royal Highness King Qian? Oh, no, it's Ouyang Qian? How could it be? He is now a prisoner on death row, how dare he offend the Martial Saint Commander like this? He should know that the following crimes should be punished, and he can't be guilty of them knowingly, right? Could it be that someone instigated him?"

Yuan Zhen rolled his eyelids and looked at him fixedly for a while, chuckled, and said contemptuously: "Song Gong's news is becoming more and more well-informed, there is no news in my home, above the court, in the military camp, in the guard room, and in the miscellaneous servants' room. "

When the emperor said this, he made Weichen panic. Song Yemin knelt on his knees and arched his hand, "Weichen's mind is only on how to assist the emperor in governing the country, and there is no second heart, and for Ouyang Qian's smuggling of the treasury, he is also afraid that the emperor will tell the truth, so he has spoken many times, hoping that the emperor will forgive his sins." "

"Song Gong is above the court, and even below the court, everything he has done is clear to me, Song Gong's loyalty is incomparable, how can I not know?" Yuan Zhen lowered his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief invisibly, and said lightly, "I don't know the specific situation of the martial saint yet, and when the Tai Hospital gives news, I will punish you accordingly, so you can step down." "

Song Yemin beat a drum in his heart, thinking that Yuan Zhen was annoyed with him, but he didn't expect him to protect him like this, so he was immediately beaten and left in a huff.

Ouyang Qian listened inside, only feeling warm in his heart, his father-in-law was defending himself between the lines, and in front of outsiders, he still gave himself face like this, what else did he ask for? Besides, he also knew that part of the reason why the martial saint came to provoke this time was that he hated himself for embarrassing him back then, but the main reason must be that he was instructed by Song Yemin to dare to be so blatant, and this time it can be regarded as he carried the black pot for Song Yemin. There is a storm in the court, and the weak people can only be used by others like this, and fate can never be controlled by themselves, and they can't help but feel powerless.

There was a sound of footsteps from the outhouse: "Your Majesty, there is news from the Tai Hospital, saying that the martial saint is dying...... Ouyang Qian never regrets what he has done, even if he dies, he has to pay for his life, he does not regret it.

"Get out. Yuan Zhen shouted outside, Ouyang Qian immediately raised his feet and went out, Yuan Zhen had a dark face, "You are standing on the cusp of the storm now, you don't know how to stop, it's easy to be majestic for a while, do you know how many impeachments I will receive for the following crimes when tomorrow morning? It is inevitable that those who have become big things will endure the anger of the moment, but now you are putting yourself on the tip of the knife! Extremely stupid!".

"What the

slave does by himself, he bears it himself, the emperor doesn't have to ......" Before Ouyang Qian finished speaking, he was slapped in the face by a fold, accompanied by Yuan Zhen's roar, "What can you bear!".

The fold hit the bridge of the nose, the nose was sour, and mist appeared in the eye sockets.

"Childish!".

Yuan Zhen's tone of hatred for iron and steel pierced Ouyang Qian's heart, and he replied gloomily: "The slave doesn't want to embarrass the emperor, if someone impeaches the slave, the final result of going back to the hospital to diagnose and treat the martial saint, the emperor will be punished by the gourd." "

Yuan Zhen's eyes darkened when he was angry: "You roll me into the prison and wait for it to fall, if he can't hold on to death, you can go down to the Yellow Spring with him!"

Hearing this verdict, Ouyang Qian's heart swelled with sadness, and he leaned over and kowtowed: "Slave Xie Lord Longen." After a pause, he kowtowed again and said, "Qian'er bids farewell to his father-in-law." "

Yuan Zhen was angered by this righteous father, and asked with a cold face, "What is your name?"

"Father-in-law. Ouyang Qian's face was expressionless.

Yuan Zhen stood up, walked around the desk, walked to Ouyang Qian, slapped him with all his strength, his cheeks were exaggeratedly swollen, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"What's your name?" Yuan Zhen's face became even more gloomy and terrifying.

Ouyang Qian still insisted: "Father-in-law." "

Feng Shi'an had the heart to mention him to call the emperor, but he didn't dare to say much, at this time the emperor was furious, and no one wanted to be harmed, so he had to tremble aside, and his waist didn't dare to straighten up.

After more than a dozen slaps like this, Ouyang Qian's face was already swollen and couldn't be seen, but he still insisted on calling him his father-in-law angrily.

Yuan Zhen clenched his fists and sneered: "You have the face to scream." "

Ouyang Qian opened his mouth, strands of blood flowed out of his mouth, and the tender flesh in his mouth hit his teeth, rubbing off several pieces of flesh, and it hurt his heart. But at this time, Ouyang Qian didn't feel any pain, he just said blindly: "My father-in-law doesn't want to admit Qian'er's existence anymore, and Qian'er still exists, even if my father-in-law only wants to kill me to vent his anger, but in my heart, my father-in-law will always be my reborn parent." Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, Ouyang Qian raised his neck and gave him a good angle to start, "Father-in-law, kill me." "

Yuan Zhen grabbed his neck and tightened it fiercely, his eyes seemed to be about to eat Ouyang Qian, until Ouyang Qian opened his mouth suffocated, but he couldn't make a sound anymore, his eyes were out of focus, and his ears roared, Feng Shi'an finally couldn't help but kneel and beg for mercy: "Your Majesty, spare this child's life, even if a dog and horse stay by your side to serve you, Your Majesty!" If Ouyang Qian really died today, the emperor would have been resentful of him, but he was afraid that if the emperor remembered his good intentions one day, he would blame the people present that day for not persuading, in the end, it was himself who suffered.

Yuan Zhen let go of his hand, Ouyang Qian fell to the ground, the gas suddenly entered the throat, Ouyang Qian choked uncomfortably and tears and snot flowed out together, and the finger marks on his neck were clearly exposed, first red, and then purple, making people feel that they were about to suffocate.

Ouyang Qian changed into a prison uniform and stayed on death row for half a month, and the life of the martial saint was saved, but the person was completely abolished, and there was no reason for his career from then on. Yuan Zhen talked about this matter in the court, although Song Yemin advocated killing Ouyang Qian, but looking at Yuan Zhen's recent actions and emotions, he also knew that he still felt very sorry for Ouyang Qian, and he didn't dare to brush him too much, so he shut up. Most of the officials were very smart, they knew that Yuan Zhen valued Ouyang Qian and definitely didn't want him to die, since the martial saint was not dead, they asked for pardon for Ouyang Qian's capital crime.

Yuan Zhen entered the cell, a strong fishy smell swept over, and he couldn't help frowning, Ouyang Qian turned around and saw a bright yellow outside the cell, and quickly got up and walked in front of him and knelt down: "Your Majesty." "

"The life of the martial saint was saved, but he became a wasted person, and he will never be able to enter the career in the future. Earlier this day, hundreds of civil and military officials pleaded with me to ask for pardon for your capital crimes, and I decided to respect the will of the people. "

Ouyang Qian's eyes lit up, and he immediately showed a happy smile, and Yuan Zhen said strongly: "The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped, after all, you have injured someone, I will punish you with a cane...... Twenty, are you convinced?".

"Convincing. Ouyang Qian replied obediently.

I'm already glad you didn't kill me.

After the twenty-rod torture, Ouyang Qian's sweat

was like rain, on the stool and on the ground, there were all beads of sweat on Ouyang Qian's body, and the wounds on his buttocks were mixed with sweat and stuck to his clothes, which was extremely boiling. Ouyang Qian rolled down from the stool, the whole stool was already soaked, Ouyang Qian supported himself with his will and kowtowed to thank him: "Thank you for sparing your life." "

After coming out of the prison, someone sent Ouyang Qian to the Tai Hospital, Lone Shi had to change his dressing every day, looking at the blood stains on his buttocks, Lone Shi only blindly scolded Yuan Zhen's dictatorship and tyranny, Ouyang Qian was a little complacent, he knew that he was going to die, and the whole world was dark, but he found that he didn't have to die, so even if he was beaten, he didn't feel anything.

"When I'm lonely, don't scold, my father-in-law is willing to spare my life, I'm already very happy. "

Gu Shi was giving him medicine, and when he heard this, he pressed his wound hard, and Ouyang Qian, who was in pain, grinned: "It is natural for Lao Tzu to hurt his son, and there is nothing to be thankful that you can survive." "

Ouyang Qian only smirked.