"Father, Lord Cheng toasts you with tea."
Wang Weiting saw that Wang Shiyun had never moved, and he was a little anxious, he was afraid of offending Cheng Dexuan, so he kept glaring at Wang Shiyun.
But Wang Shiyun still sat still, with a smile on his face that was almost the same as Cheng Dexuan's, "Lord Cheng, it's a coincidence, I met Qiu Chi some time ago, and I talked about your Cheng family's family affairs, Qiu Chi said that the Cheng family is scarce, except for the Xian brother's family, only his uncle lives in the nearby suburbs.
He also said that the Cheng family now has only one child in total, so his wife is now pregnant, and everyone is very precious, especially you, who are about to become a grandfather, are even more worried every day, for fear that something will go wrong. ” Cheng Dexuan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled softly, "Qiu Chi is a junior, and he doesn't know everything about the Cheng family, and I rarely move around that distant relative, and he doesn't know it."
After speaking, he coughed lightly and leaned back in the chair, "Brother Tai doesn't believe me, but the matter of the virtuous nephew can't be delayed, don't hide it from you, now some people are gossiping, don't underestimate the ability of the small people in the market to pass on the three or four, if this matter reaches the government and they find it, then it will be a lack of skills." ” Hearing him say this, Wang Weiting's body sank, his eyes widened, he hurriedly walked to Wang Shiyun's side, stretched out his hand and tugged at his sleeve, "Father, did you hear that?"
I'm in danger now, so you might as well have a word and an idea. ” After speaking, seeing that Wang Shiyun was still sitting still, he simply walked in front of Cheng Dexuan, raised his head and drank the tea, and bowed deeply to him, "Master Cheng, please save your little nephew, I will listen to you everything, and I hope you will not die without help." ” When the words fell, he suddenly felt that the air around him condensed, and when he looked up, he saw Cheng Dexuan looking at him, with a faint pity in his eyes. turned his head to look at Wang Shiyun again, but saw that his face was frightened, his body was as soft as silk, and he slid on the ground along the chair.
Wang Weiting didn't understand why these two people looked at him like this, he opened his mouth, wanting to ask clearly, but before the words could be spoken, the muscles on his face began to beat trembling, he unconsciously pursed the corners of his mouth, and held back a somewhat weird wry smile on his face.
"Wei Ting, did you drink tea?"
Wang Shiyun's voice reached his ears, but this voice seemed to be separated from him by a wooden door, and he couldn't hear it clearly.
Before he could react to this sudden situation, his throat suddenly contracted, followed by a second, and then a third, and his neck was grasped as if by a stiff iron hand, leaving him no room to breathe.
"Father" Wang Weiting raised an arm, and now, this arm seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it took his last bit of strength to lift it, and then, he fell straight back, and the cup in his hand also fell to the ground, splitting into several pieces.
Wang Shiyun crawled to his son's side and looked at the eyes that didn't have time to close, the whites of his eyes turned up slightly, looking like a dead fish.
Wang Shiyun shook Wang Weiting's body desperately, and let out a dry howl of "ahhhhh "You are you," Wang Shiyun suddenly let out a burst of laughter, he raised his head, looked at Cheng Dexuan, who was still sitting on the chair, his dry fingers scratched in the air a few times, and then fell down, "You killed my son, you broke the last bit of blood of my Wang family, you are so ruthless, Cheng Dexuan, you are really ruthless." ” The trace of sympathy in Cheng Dexuan's eyes had long since disappeared, he shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands on the armrests of the chair, and sneered, "I'm ruthless, Wang Shiyun, you killed countless lives in order to save your son, and now you say that I'm ruthless?"
” Wang Shiyun stood up trembling on his knees, and a cloudy tear hung from the corner of his eye, sliding down his old cheek to his neck.
He laughed faintly twice, "Cheng Dexuan, I killed for my son, what are you for?"
Added to the ranks?
Climb up the ladder?
My Wang Shiyun has done all the evil things, but to the Great Song Dynasty and the court, he is dedicated and innocent, unlike you, who is obsessed with officialdom, not for state affairs, but only for selfish desires.
My hands are stained with blood, but what about you, you have a bad heart, you are slapping horses, you are endangering the national capital of the Great Song Dynasty. ” Cheng Dexuan sneered and approached him step by step, "Lord Wang, I really didn't expect you to be a person who cares about the world, but now everything is a foregone conclusion, no matter how ambitious your ambitions are, I'm afraid there will be nowhere to show it, I won't tell you, it's not me who wants your life, but the saint you have been loyal to all your life, so you can accept your fate." ” Hearing him say this, Wang Shiyun was taken aback, "Why is he holy?"
Cheng Dexuan didn't give him a chance to ask, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Wang Shiyun's thin neck, and grabbed the teacup on the table with the other hand, and poured a whole cup of tea into his throat.
Wang Shiyun fell beside his son, he was the same as Wang Weiting's death, his muscles spasmed, his teeth were closed, his eyes were staring, and there was a wry smile on his face.
Cheng Dexuan leaned down, looked at the two people lying on their backs, and slowly reached out the index finger of his right hand, and the fingertips gently slid over Wang Shiyun's thin old face.
He is a man who loves cleanliness, but the nails of his index finger are very long, and the other nails have been neatly repaired by him, except for this one, which is yellow and black, and has grown a little longer than the other nails.
He looked at Wang Shiyun, and in a trance, that face turned into the appearance of another person, with sharp edges and sharp eyebrow bones, but the pair of black eyes gradually lost their brilliance, little by little, taking away the last trace of warmth in his body.
Cheng Dexuan shuddered, stretched out his hand to cover Wang Shiyun's eyelids, and he slowly got up, pulled the big one to wrap himself tightly, and looked up at the door: the heavy snow was like a reed flower, flying in the air, and the cold wind stirred up the memory he buried in the depths of his heart.
On the same snowy day, he came to the dormitory in the name of checking his pulse, and flicked the little ball of powder from his fingertips into his cup.
He killed him Cheng Dexuan smiled, and unconsciously, a line of hot tears slid down his face and fell between his lips, giving him a hint of bitter and astringent taste.
He rubbed his eyes and unconsciously chanted a poem, "Qin Zhong's years old are twilight, and the snow is full of Huangzhou."
Those who retreated from the court in the snow, Zhu Zidu, the prince.
You are prosperous, rich without hunger and cold.
The only house in the camp, the business is in the pursuit" The poem was only halfway chanting, but he paused, and with a soft sound of rustling, a person slipped down from the eaves, first her feet, then her whole body, she stood in the doorway and stared inward, her eyes slowly moving from the father and son of the Wang family to his face.