Chapter 140： Previous life extra (three)

Xu Tingruo accused God of injustice, and suddenly felt that her body was wrapped in a warm light. Before she could react, the whole person was drawn into a golden color. In the swirl.

Nevertheless, she did not forget to let go of Xu Zhenyao's soul body.

***

Tang Songnian watched the heavy gate of the Emperor's Mausoleum silently and slowly closed again. The cold wind in the mountains blew on his face with a bitter chill, but he didn't notice it, still standing still. .

Tang Huaizhou looked at him anxiously. For a moment, he whispered one step forward, "Daddy, it's time to go back."

Tang Songnian made a hum, but did not move, until Tang Huai Zhou whispered again, then he lowered his eyes and turned to leave.

Tang Huaizhou quickly followed, helping him to go down the mountain.

"Master Xiao Tang is commendable, and Master Tang has such a son, it is really enviable!" The courtiers praised when they saw this.

Tang Huai Zhou greeted them politely and humbly, but kept pace.

After Dad fainted outside the jail that day, the whole person became a little strange. He had tentatively asked what happened in the jail that day, but he still couldn't get the answer. All he knew was that his father had devoted almost all his energy to the investigation of the evil before the investigation.

Tang Songnian spent a lot of energy during the investigation of the remaining evil before this time, but his actions were not entirely public, but more for personal reasons.

He traced her life from the time Xu Xuyao ​​entered the Prince's East Palace, and found that many of her experiences were deliberately erased, but despite this, he cobbled together some clues that she had experienced in previous years.

He knew that she had been sold to a large family's home for slavery at a very young age. She had experienced countless verbal abuses and beatings. At a young age, she had been struggling in the battle of the backyard and was framed But later, I also learned a lot of private and private means, counting people and framing people, my hands are definitely not clean, and they are not even good people.

He also found out that when she was seven years old, she was framed as a scapegoat, and was ordered to play twenty boards by her master. She almost failed to survive her whimper.

At the moment when he learned about this, he felt that his heart was like a knife, and the whole person was almost on the verge of collapse.

But he could do nothing, not even knowing when his daughter was suffering.

Now there is only one thing he is thinking about, and that is to capture the demon Tao Xuanqing and the Yu's Yu Fangyi, and vowed to make them worse off.

He never believed that Fangyi would lose her life for a chess piece. She must be alive and hidden not far from the capital, so that she can always pay attention to the affairs in the palace, and also timely to the willow in the palace, etc. Minions give instructions.

Everything is just as he thought. Three months later, Fang Yi and Xuan Qing were captured.

The subordinates thought that he must interrogate it. Wherever he thought he ordered the sentence directly, he didn't interrogate for half a word, but just waited for the big sentence.

What's more, when the two were covered with scars and almost lost their lives, they were also treated with the best wound medicine, and even the good ginseng was used without any hesitation. His life was saved again.

Just waiting for their injuries to heal, the next round of torture begins again.

No interrogation, only torture, and the torture they knew was basically used on those two people, so tossing and tossing repeatedly, Mo said that the two prisoners are not as good as death, because they looked a bit timid.

Since the capture of Fangyi and Xuanqing, Tang Songnian has developed a habit. It is necessary to go to the jail when nothing is happening, and listen to their screams, as if only in this way can he let the anger in his heart grow Slightly vented.

However, he knew that this was not enough. No matter how he tortured them, he couldn't save his daughter or the joy of family.

In fact, he hated not just these culprits, but he also hated himself. Whenever he thought of the pieces he had dealt with Xu Yanyao over the years, he hated himself even more.

So that he closed his eyes every night, and saw the old lady sadly asking him, why did you treat their daughter like that? Why bully their treasures like that?

There were even countless times, and he saw his daughter complaining in sorrow in a dream—you are not my father, and I do not have a father like you! Without your dad!

Every night, he woke up in pain from his dream, then quietly looked at the top of the tent, letting tears flow wildly.

But at dawn, he would cover up all the sorrows, and the man in front of him was still the angry Tang master.

It ’s just that he hides it no matter how good, but he ca n’t hide from Tang Huai Zhou, especially as he is getting thinner and his cheekbones are protruding. If someone else would sigh, Tang is really a heavy official business, but Tang Huai Zhou knows that his father ’s weight is thin. Not because of business, but something else hidden in my heart.

But no matter how he slammed side by side, he couldn't get a half sentence from Tang Songnian's mouth.

Finally, after Tang Songnian suddenly fainted again, Tang Huaizhou could not help but explode once again.

Looking at the always calm son's face, he was angry, worried, and aggrieved, and even a little bit of water flashed in his eyes. Tang Songnian was silent for a long time, and finally sighed long, dumbly: Now, Mo is crying. They are all fathers. They are not afraid that Zhao brother will read the joke. "

Tang Huaizhou turned his face away, wiped his eyes, and retorted in a sigh of silence: "Who is crying? Just talk!"

After looking around nervously for a while, I was convinced that there was no small figure of Zhao brother around him, and then he was relieved.

Tang Songnian looked in his eyes, and he unknowingly pressed his long sincere smile on his lips.

"Dad, I don't know what's hidden in your heart recently. Since you don't want to say it, I won't investigate. In recent years, you have been a father and a mother to pull me up. No one is more important than you. "

"I just hope that no matter what happens, you must leave me a chance to honor you, and don't let me lose my father and sister after I lost my mother and sister early."

In the end, Tang Huaizhou's voice choked a little.

The smile on Tang Songnian's lips had long been frozen. For a moment, he sighed again, rubbing his hair like a son when he was a kid, but his tone was deliberately relaxed.

"It turns out that Xiaotang will also say silly things. Dad is much older than you and will one day come before you."

"You know I didn't mean that ..." Tang Huaizhou answered dullly.

Tang Songnian smiled, his face was a little pale, but his spirit was rare and good: "Dad knows, you can rest assured."

After a pause, he whispered again: "Daddy wants to go to Xiangguo Temple, you arrange it."

Tang Huaizhou agreed without further questions.

He is aware of the spiritual positions of his mother and sister in Xiangguo Temple.

***

Tang Songnian was wearing a uniform and stood quietly in front of his wife and daughter's spiritual position, and his heart was a sharp colic.

After a while, he took a deep breath, asked the master of the abbot, and looked for it.

Tang Huai Zhou originally intended to follow the past, but he was used to excuse him for a reason, knowing that he must have something to say to Master Mingming, so he no longer followed.

After seeing the figure of Tang Songnian leaving, he turned around and looked at the spiritual position of his mother and sister in the long case, a little lost.

Theoretically, not only did the dead child not be buried in the ancestral grave, but he was not even able to set up a pavilion, but his father had always done enough for the sister of the early concubine. Not only did he disregard the uncle ’s objections, he forced his sister to be buried in the Tang ancestor's grave. Xiangguo Temple placed her tablet.

He unknowingly stepped forward a few steps and looked at the tablet belonging to his sister by smoking a cigarette, muttering: "If you can grow up safely ..."

If she can grow up safely, her mother will not die prematurely, their family will be better than today, and happier.

I don't know how long, after hearing the familiar footsteps behind him, he looked back and saw Tang Songnian appearing in front of him, and then he heard him say, "Let's go!"

The ease of that tone seemed to relieve him of the burden, making him a little surprised, but more happy.

"Okay, go back!"

The next day, Tang Songnian personally went to the palace and asked for a job before the execution. Although Zhao Yuanyou still felt so easy to let them die, he heard Tang Songnian sincerely said: "His Majesty is the monarch of a country. Hearts are attached to all peoples and should not be entangled in hatred. "

"Furthermore, the last emperor's wishes have not yet been reached. Although the battle between Qianfan and Dongdi finally won, the imperial court has also damaged their soldiers, and the treasury has become empty. It will be difficult to conquer the war in the short term."

"In addition, there are successive losses in Luzhou, and the construction of water conservancy is imminent."

Zhao Yuanyou squeezed his lips, shook his lips, and sighed: "Jun Zhuo."

"Chen Zhizhi!" Tang Songnian bowed his bow and bowed down.

After taking a few steps, he stopped again, turned around and looked at the young emperor on the throne, and whispered: "The old minister believes that one of the many achievements of the emperor was to choose His Majesty as the heir to the throne."

In front of the emperor, although his temperament is a bit soft, and his ears are a little soft, but right and wrong, he can be stable. He is broad-minded, governs the world with benevolence, is modest and apprehensive, and has a heart attached to the people.

There are kings in Daqi like this, why worry that people cannot live and work in peace?

Zhao Yuanyou didn't expect that he would suddenly say something like this, and at a glance, he left the hall for convenience.

He stared blankly at the door of the temple, unable to return to God for a long time.

Tang Songnian returned to the prison, read the emperor's mouth, and watched the jailer hang Fang Yi Xuanqing and others one by one, and then cut off their heads.

The moment he stepped out of the jail, he stared at the upper part of the shoe with a few drops of blood, and pulled out the quilt from his arms, squatted down and wiped away the few drops of blood.

The expression of seriousness seemed to be doing the most sacred thing, and also taught the people behind him not to bother to step forward.

Tang Songnian, the first prime minister of the Reign of Emperor Qizong, died at the age of 58 during the disaster relief of Emperor Tianzi.

On the way back to Beijing, his son Tang Huai and Zhou Fuling, the people spontaneously surrendered and filial piety, escorting Ling Zhe one way after another.

Da Qi lost his virtue, and Tian Zi lost his good minister.

Tang Huaizhou personally changed into a shroud for his father who had fallen asleep, and then took over a painting that had been passed on by the eldest son, Zhao Geer, and gently stroked the axis of the painting.

This is a painting made by his father ...

He slowly opened the scroll and watched the family of four on the painting gradually appear in front of him-the young man was holding the little daughter with a winking smile, and the gentle woman was holding the curious son in his hands, Every face is full of happiness.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, rerolled the picture, and put it next to the dead father lying in the coffin.

"Dad, it's enough. It's enough. In your life, you will share your concerns for the king, and you will be killed for the sake of the people. You will still be running for the victims until the moment of death. For her happiness and well-being in the afterlife! "

***

However, Xu Tingruo, who was involved in the golden vortex, suddenly found that the warm, purple-colored light that originally wrapped her and Xu Zhenyao's soul was getting weaker and weaker, and she felt like a river over the sea Uncomfortable.

But her hand always held Xu Yanyao tightly.

The uncomfortable feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and there was even a kind of burning pain in her body, so painful that she could hardly hold Xu Yanyao's hand.

At that moment, the purple light suddenly evacuated all of Xu Yaoyao's soul, and all gathered towards her.

When the whole body was surrounded by the light again, those pains miraculously disappeared a lot, but the next moment, she was horrified to find that Xu Yaoyao's soul was bombarded by the light at the same time.

"Yaoyao !!" She reached out and tried to catch it, but in the end she caught it.

The vortex was getting more and more urgent, and the moment when the purple light on her body completely disappeared, she felt a sudden pain, the whole person seemed to be torn by a fierce beast, she screamed in pain, and instantly lost consciousness Naturally, I did not see it. When Xu Yanyao was bounced by the purple light, suddenly a more dazzling golden light was wrapped around her, like the most solid fortress, she firmly protected her in it. , Gently escorted her sharp fall.

****

In the back garden of the Tang's old house in He'an, the moonlight gently touched the ground, and a dead snake under the tree was also illuminated.

Suddenly, a lightning struck the sky. After the lightning passed, the dead snake actually moved. After a while, it crawled away slowly and disappeared under the moonlight soon.

At the same time, Anping County screamed a scream of surprise and joy from the maid.

"The girl woke up, the girl woke up, master, the girl woke up!"

Wearing an indigo robe, the young man with red eyes turned suddenly, and Fei rushed into the room.

After a period of sadness and joy, the young man looked at the little buttocks on the bed facing himself, and the fleshy little feet occasionally twitched the baby daughter, who was extremely loved and couldn't help but lean down Wrapped the naughty meat feet in the palm, did not hold back a kiss.

The little baby on the bed seemed a little sluggish, but he had to push hard and kicked it toward the man's face--

presumptuous! Old man dare to belittle the palace! !!

The author has something to say:

There are a lot of things to say when it is not finished, but at the moment of the real end, I do n’t know what to say, but anyway, thank you all the readers who have supported you so far! Thanks to your support, the author can persist until now, thank you! !!