Ask Sword

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The screams came from far to near, and a monk from the supervisory department whose face was blocked by a black cone cap pulled Wang Jie by his collar and dragged him over.

Wang Jie struggled desperately, hitting with his fists and headbutting, but how could he break free?

Instead, he fell to the ground, and the white clothes he was wearing scraped against the gravel on the ground, tearing apart cracks.

poof.

A monk from the Supervisory Department slammed Wang Jie heavily on the ground in the courtyard.

Wang Jie was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child. He had never been wronged like this before. He immediately cried out in pain, and his body shrank into a ball.

Li Ang looked down at the noble young man indifferently,

On the other party's face, hands and feet, there were still many black spots and lumps the size of eggs, clearly still under the influence of the plague.

But except for black spots and lumps, other parts are in good condition, far better than ordinary people suffering from the plague.

"Mr. Li Xiaolang,"

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Bojian's forehead, and he cupped his hands and said: "We didn't deliberately deceive you. During the day yesterday, Wang Bofan knew that the crime was serious and unforgivable. He also knew that his son could not be saved.

He claimed to take Wang Jie's life with his own hands,

He took a rope and went to Wang Jie's house. When he came out, he told us that he had strangled his son to death.

That's why we just told you that Wang Jie is dead. "

"Any new words?"

Li Ang said calmly: "Should I believe your words, or believe in another possibility—Wang Bofan agreed to plead guilty with you, and bear all the charges himself.

But the condition is that Wang needs to find a way to save his son's life.

For example, use the corpse of a beggar who looks similar to replace him. Then throw Wang Jie to a remote mountain village, and for the rest of his life, he will never return to Taiyuan Mansion or even Hedong Road. "

Li Ang shook his head, he didn't dwell on this issue for too long, he glanced at the black spots and bumps on Wang Jie's body, and asked Wang Bofan, "Is this the effect of Lihuagu's prescription?

There is no cure for the plague, but it can prolong life and forcibly delay the disease.

If you had donated this medicine back then, even if you sold it to Taiyuan Mansion, it might have saved many people. "

Wang Bofan's eyes reflected the burning fire in the hall. He looked at his son huddled in a ball on the ground with pity, and said softly as if dreaming: "The medicinal materials used in the prescription are extremely precious, even if they are taken out of Taiyuan Mansion, they may not be useful."

"At least let me and the academicians study the pharmacology and efficacy, and try to replace it with other medicinal materials. Even if there is only a little medicinal effect, it can only delay the disease a little bit, and it will allow more people to survive until the special medicine comes out.

Save ten, one hundred, or even one thousand lives. "

Li Ang paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Wang Jie used streptomycin?"

Wang Bofan nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Ah."

Li Ang smiled, Wang's influence is indeed huge, even if the use and whereabouts of every streptomycin water injection is now recorded in the ward,

I can still find a way to get one for Wang Jie to use.

The plague was brought into Taiyuan Mansion by Wang Jie. He could get the best medical treatment when he got sick, and lived longer than all the plague patients.

Even through privileges, he can use the latest invention of his enemy.

Really, black humor.

Li Ang said indifferently to Wang Jie: "Young Master Wang, it was your father who made the decision to instigate the people to besiege the prefect's mansion yesterday.

If he succeeds, I will have to give up the development of new drugs and leave Taiyuan Mansion,

And you, of course, don't need streptomycin injections.

Do you know about this matter? "

"Ahem——"

Wang Jie coughed and stood up unsteadily from the ground. He stared at Li Ang, and said hoarsely, "I know now."

Li Ang raised his eyebrows lightly, "You don't hate your father?"

"Why hate?"

Wang Jie asked back: "If my father succeeds, you will be driven out of Taiyuan Mansion, and the plague in Hedong Road will not be resolved.

When the whole world conquers Yu next year, Mount Taihao will not embarrass my Wang family.

If I can exchange my life for the interests of the entire Wang family, why not? "

"ha."

Li Ang couldn't help laughing, "A family is a family, there is a family but no country."

"If the country doesn't love the people, why should the people love the country?"

Wang Jie said hoarsely: "The two books promulgated by the imperial court of the Yu Kingdom, one is "Clan Records" and the other is "Surname Records", both of which are aimed at suppressing the elites of the gentry.

Looking at Yu State for three hundred years,

Among the five surnames and seven watchers, none of them had served as the commander of the Zhenfu Division, served as an enshrinement in the imperial palace, or served as the head of Xuegong Mountain.

When did Li Yu's royal family and Xuegong really trust our family? Do you really regard the aristocratic family as a member of Yu State? "

"If the aristocratic family doesn't hate the academy so much, and hates the imperial examination system so much, I think the Yu National Assembly will integrate the aristocratic family into one."

Li Ang said calmly: "You just want to go back to the era of the Ninth Grade Zhongzheng system, right?

Just look at bloodlines, origins, to determine the honor and inferiority,

Family status is always family status,

A poor family is always a poor family,

Mud legs will always be mud legs. Even if there are one or two geniuses occasionally, relying on their spiritual talent and their own ingenuity to reach a high position, they will be quickly absorbed and assimilated by the aristocratic family, and they will not be able to form a new family.

In this way, the existing aristocratic family can be romantic for thousands of years and rich for thousands of years.

Just like those surviving nobles in Jing country.

Treat the people as pigs and dogs who can slaughter fish and meat at will, and can cut off any grass that grows. "

With his words,

A group of monks from the Supervisory Department dragged out more people from Wang's mansion.

They were put on handcuffs and shackles that blocked their spiritual power, and they knelt on the ground, all of them ashen ashes.

There are also Wang Bojian and the white-haired elders who are also ashen-faced.

These people kneeling in the courtyard are members of the Wang clan who deeply participated in and implemented Wang Bofan's plan.

The number is far greater than the list they gave to Li Ang.

Among them are the nephews and nephews of the white-haired elders.

"Wang Fengxue, Wang Bide, Wang Yinglang"

A monk from the Supervision Department started the roll call, and the remaining monks from the Supervision Department walked into the Wang clan and dragged out one after another.

They also put handcuffs and shackles on them, and threw them on the ground.

Crying, shouting, and begging for mercy overwhelmed the raging fire in the hall.

The wife cried and took her husband's arm,

The child cries and hugs his father's lap,

But he was powerless to stop the actions of the monks of the Supervisory Department.

Standing in the crowd, Chu Haoman felt chills running down his spine.

It is true that many of these people who were dragged out were Wang's children who looked down on his status as a son-in-law and usually ridiculed him a lot.

But when so many familiar faces were dragged out of the crowd and fell to the ground,

Chu Haoman still felt a strong coldness permeating his whole body.

He was really afraid, very afraid that the monk from the supervisory department would announce his name—even though he knew that he was not involved.

"Wang Shengkang, Wang Linian, Wang Qinian"

The supervision department continued to report the name, Li Ang saw a familiar figure thrown to the ground,

It was Wang Linian, a monk from the Wang family that he met during the Qishui Village incident.

The monk of the supervisory department next to him noticed his gaze, and said in a low voice, "The first plague ghost talisman was posted in front of a house in the south of the city by this man using his monk's ability to bypass the yamen servants patrolling the street. of.

None of the ten members of that family, including a baby who was still in swaddle, survived. "

"Is that so?"

Li Ang nodded, his eyes neither sad nor happy.

Until all the names have been reported,

All the guilty members of the Wang family and the servants of the royal government knelt in the courtyard.

"sword."

Li Ang raised his palm, and the monk from the Supervision Department handed him the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Holding the sword, he stepped forward, came to Wang Jie, and calmly said: "Is there any last words?"

Wang Jie stared at him, "The aristocratic family treats the people like nothing, what's wrong with that?

Shouldn't the talented nobles rule over the mediocre ones below? Look at yourself in the mirror! Didn't you also ascend to a high position by virtue of your spiritual talent and ingenuity?

Don't you also want to be a son-in-law, a tour of the academy, or even the head of the academy? !

When you get married and have children, don’t your sons, daughters, grandchildren, and grandchildren not want to be rich forever? !

They can rely on your shadow, or embark on official careers to become officials, or go into business to earn money, or serve as schoolmasters in the academy,

It doesn't take a hundred years, you yourself are the new gatekeeper!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

Don't look at you standing here now, condescending, righteous,

A hundred years later, your descendants will also stand with our family! Standing on a high hill, overlooking the ants-like civilians below! "

Boom!

The third beam of the main hall collapsed, flames shot up into the sky, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Li Ang looked at Wang Jie, who was almost insane, and said calmly, "Are you finished?"

"No!"

Wang Jie laughed wildly: "I don't regret at all that I dealt with the flea-infested furs.

I don't regret at all that I had someone beat up the doctor who talked nonsense, said that the plague originated from the palace, and called on the people to stay away.

It's just a pity that the monks of the Wang family didn't have the guts to take the last step, and didn't dare to really kill you! "

"Then I will give you this chance."

Li Ang handed out the hilt of the sword backhand, and it was in Wang Jie's hand, "Come, kill me."

Wang Jie froze in place immediately, not only him, but also the monk from the supervision department who spoke to Li Ang and handed him the sword just now, also took a step forward subconsciously.

"You have a sword in your hand, but I don't have a sword in your hand,"

Li Ang said, "I'll give you a chance to kill me."

"."

Wang Jie clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, the expression on his face changed several times, ferocious, disgusted, fearful, and bewildered.

The palm holding the hilt of the sword couldn't help trembling, and finally let go.

Clang--

The long sword fell to the ground and pierced into the soil.

Wang Jie didn't have the courage to swing his sword. He is still part of the family. Those innocent people are still standing there. If he stabs this sword, others will die too.

Li Ang looked indifferently at Wang Jie, who had lost all courage and momentum, and knelt on the ground, feeling absurd and irritated inexplicably in his heart.

The chief culprit who caused tens of thousands of casualties and incalculable losses to Yu State,

Unexpectedly, he was just a stupid, short-sighted, superficial and selfish son of an aristocratic family.

He can regard the clansmen as close relatives, but he has no sympathy for those people in the city who support the Wang family.

How ridiculous.

Li Ang reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled the long sword out of the soil, let go of his palm, and held the blade with his thoughts.

The blade tilted slowly, pointing flatly in the direction of Wang Jie.

"."

Wang Jie raised his head quietly, staring at the tip of the sword.

call out--

As Li Ang tapped the air with his fingertips, the long sword flew out suddenly, piercing through Wang Jie's eyebrows.

Skin torn, bone splattered,

Half of Wang Jie's head exploded, and the headless corpse seemed to be in slow motion. Supported by the bones of the body, it fell backwards and fell to the ground.

The sound of the flying sword piercing through the air overwhelmed the Wang clan, and screams of terror rang out among the members of the Wang clan.

The blade remained undiminished, and quickly cut the neck of the second person,

The head flew in the air, and the blood sprayed from the corpse was like a fountain, sprinkled on the face of the terrified companion next to the dead.

With screams of fear and despair,

call out--

third person.

call out--

fourth person.

Li Ang's fingertips swayed from side to side, and the flying sword under the control of his thoughts reaped the lives of the nobles.

The monks of the supervisory department started the roll call again.

"Wang Jie, the Wang family, connived at the plague and exterminated humanity. His crime is unforgivable. On November 9th, the sixth year of Zaiqian, he was executed in Taiyuan Palace."

"The Wang family, Wang Fengxue, spread the talisman of plague ghosts and harmed the common people. His crime is unforgivable. On November 9th, the sixth year of Zaiqian, he was executed in Taiyuan Palace."

The screams disappeared.

blood flowed like a river,

Bloody water exuding a stench, silted up on the courtyard ground,

The cobblestones that were carefully selected to decorate the courtyard were soaked in blood, and scarlet lines appeared on the surface.

Dead bodies are everywhere.

Li Ang turned around, the long sword was obediently suspended by his side, and the blood dripped along the trajectory of the blade,

The original white silk tassel at the end of the hilt was tattered, probably scratched off.

There was no sound at the scene, and the monks of the supervisory department remained motionless, watching everything in front of them quietly,

The veils of the cone hats in front of their faces were blown by the heat wave caused by the fire in the main hall, fluttering slightly.

Only one person left.

Li Ang stepped up to Wang Bofan, holding the floating flying sword with open palms, his palms just caught the blood dripping from the blade.

"."

Wang Bofan's gaze slowly withdraws from Wang Jie's headless corpse,

He stared blankly at Li Ang, smiled miserably,

"I'm waiting for you in hell."

call out--

The flying sword shot out quickly, piercing Wang Bofan's body and nailing it to the gate of Wang's mansion.

Boom!

The gate of the palace fell heavily.

The plaque of the Wang family, which had been passed down for countless years, was affected by the vibration, fell down and hit the ground.

The king character on it was stained red by the dripping blood.