The 36 members of Liang Xiang's family were beheaded at the entrance of the city, all of whom were old, weak, women and children. The scene made people in the city of Bianjing feel sad. Even after hearing this, all those who did not go to watch the punishment, they all cursed King Pu and the emperor to treat the families of loyal and good ministers like this. Even those who secretly ran to the streets to burn incense and pay tribute to the dead. Some people who had received favors cried and mourned for them.

The news about the Bianjing incident was like wings. The next day, the prime minister of the dynasty was killed and his family was killed. It was a shocking event in any country. As a former friend of Liang Bing's disciples, he naturally stood up to argue for his teacher. However, the notice issued by the Pu Palace immediately issued that anyone who seeks justice for Liang Bing is guilty of the same crime.

Shortly after this document was issued, there were too many people flocking to it. Most of the middle school students went to the government office to beat drums and said, among which there were many people who held justice and came for the sake of becoming famous.

For a time, various places learned Confucianism and criticized the government affairs. At the end of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, a massacre made most of people shut up. Kaifeng Prefecture and surrounding small counties affected the most. They arrested hundreds of Confucian scholars who criticized King Pu's brutal remarks overnight, and hung their heads on the city gate tower as a warning.

This move has indeed shocked many people. There are many brave men in the green forest. Among them, Chen Qianming, who is named Mr. Jin Jian in Heluo, called on his fellow martial arts fellows and said: We martial arts heroes are open and honest. Today we gathered together to clear the grievances of Liang Xiang and make trouble for the world. In just a few days, dozens of famous and unknown people from all over the world gathered, including the "Yin Yang Knife" Ding Meng, the "Shan Lishi" Che Qing, etc., forming a Hundred-day Alliance, trying to get into Bianjing and wait for an opportunity to kill the evil villains.

However, the martial arts heroes received shocking information halfway through the journey.

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After half a month in prison, Bai Muqiu had not had a good sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Mrs. Liang's grandson waving in front of him. After a little sleepy, he could always feel Mrs. Liang shouting loudly to avenge his thirty-six people. When he thought of this scene, his face turned unnaturally ugly, pale, and even trembled slightly. Although it was King Pu Zhao Wu who raised the butcher's knife, he was the one who started it. If it weren't for his plan to scapegoat Jiangdong, those women and children would not have died.

Bai Muqiu would be awakened by nightmare in the middle of the night. It was not that he was afraid of ghosts and gods, but that he could not overcome the hurdle in his heart. Before traveling through time, Bai Muqiu was just an ordinary office worker who was busy with life. He would bite the bullet and stay up late for some overtime pay, for the sake of his son's tuition fee next year or his mother's medical money.

But now, everything has changed again, so that even he almost couldn't recognize himself. Bai Muqiu knew in his heart that it was not the emergence of the system that affected him, nor was it that he was so perverted in his heart. It was in this environment, a sense of oppression that was about to come from the storm was forcing him to make an instinctive struggle to survive, because in this era, he knew how terrible the Jurchens came out of the white mountains and black waters were. It was a force that was so barbaric that it could destroy everything.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Bai Muqiu sat on the bed, rubbed her face hard, looked at the wick of the oil lamp, and whispered to herself: "I'm not a person from this world, why do you have this sense of identity? Why don't you escape from the Jurchens who have escaped from a few years later? Wife... What should I do... I just killed many people... Such a young child... my head disappeared... The young girl in Douguan hasn't found her beloved man... and it's gone...every time I think of Mrs. Liang's roar... I almost told her... I'm the one who hurts their family... But I can't... But I can't... my wife teaches me... I'm not clear now... I'm not calm..."

Bai Muqiu's eyes were filled with tears, and she wet her clothes and she didn't realize it. She just thought about the woman in the original world who accompanied him in the most confused and difficult times, an understanding woman who kept encouraging him.

But there is no more she in this world, Bai Muqiu can only face it alone. He is a selfish person, but he cannot watch countless people being killed by Jurchens who will go south in the future. That scene only appeared in textbooks, but after all, it was a cold number. When the numbers were converted into reality, what kind of hell would it be on earth?

"Wife...thank you for accompanying me through my whole life!"

Bai Muqiu opened the window and saw the bright moon hanging coldly in the sky, without the stars as a companion. "I will walk the rest of my life alone. If... I can go back, I promise to go home on time every day to accompany you and your children, but now I have to fight alone, so please see you if possible."

It seems to be a farewell to myself, or it also seems to be a kind of memorial service.

Close the window and turned around Bai Muqiu, with a cold chill on his tender face, took out his pen and ink to lay rice paper, and started to sort out the previous plan again, starting from showing the enemy to invite King Pu as a feast, one by one, and then to Liang Xiang's killing, King Pu's power went further, and on the surface, he was basically one-sided, and there seemed to be no hope.

But his plan was to kill him and kill King Pu, who was currently in his peak period. At this time, he was absolutely arrogant. His previous step-by-step plan was to make him look down on Zhao Ji. Now it seems that the purpose has been achieved. The banquet mode of boiling frogs in warm water made him accustomed to it and even stayed in the harem.

This gradually reduces his awareness of defense. At present, he has the conditions to take action. But... Bai Muqiu stopped writing, looked at the whole story, and found a major problem, not enough manpower.

While plotting against King Pu step by step, it also brought negative effects. That assassination made him more vigilant in guarding against the assassin. Now, King Pu would bring five masters, including Lin Yunchi wherever he went. The palace was openly obeying the emperor, but in fact he was controlled by King Pu.

Therefore, to solve the problem of King Pu, the last problem must be dealt with. Thinking of this, Bai Muqiu immediately went out quietly and asked Zhao Ji to tell him about this matter overnight. The little emperor who was pulled up naturally got up and got angry, but when he heard the last key, he was stunned, "Then... Xiao Ningzi, what are you good ways?"

Bai Muqiu nodded.

His finger pointed to the direction of the harem. Even if the little emperor was stupid, he understood it and said furiously: "No, everything else can be done. Even my old ministers can sacrifice, but this matter cannot. If you are not careful, where will I put my face?"

"Your Majesty, those who accomplish great things do not care about minor matters. Now they have made the last step and can all their previous efforts be wasted? Furthermore, I promise your Majesty that nothing unexpected happens." Bai Muqiu said anxiously.

The little emperor still shook his head, jumped to the ground with anger, raised a beautiful flower porcelain and wanted to smash it on the ground, "You... a dog slave... a dog slave... a dog slave... a must have angered me to death... I don't want to do it anymore!!"

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment. At this time, the door of the bedroom was quietly opened. Two stout palace maids guarded the door. A woman in the palace dress walked in. The little emperor Zhao Ji was about to speak, but she was stopped. The woman in the palace dress said, "If Xiao Ningzi's words, you can give it a try."

"No!" Zhao Ji shouted with a flushed face.
Chapter completed!