novelden Chapter 814 I Won’t Save You This Time (57)
Chapter 814 I Won’t Save You This Time (57)
After all, Xiao Qiluo wrote that booklet for fun. When Liang Song saw it, she took the opportunity to play a half-seriously and half-falsely joke on him.
Therefore, the brush and paint mixed with "poison" failed to kill Liang Jingyang, nor did it allow Liang Song to die suddenly.
On the contrary, because Liang Jingyang failed to produce a satisfactory painting, he thought that the other party was hiding something, so he hung the man up and beat him up.
By the time Liang Jingyang had vented enough, Liang Song had also been beaten to the point where he was breathing in less and breathing out more.
"Jingyang, why are you so angry?" When Liang Jinghao came to look for his brother, he looked at Liang Song hanging from the beam and frowned, "Your coronation ceremony will be in a few days. It's unlucky to have a life on your hands."
Liang Jingyang pouted and said, "I didn't mean to kill him. I was just so angry that he dared to lie to me even after all this."
"It's easy to get him to tell the truth." Liang Jinghao smiled and suddenly said, "Miyi, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll give you three days to get the information my brother wants from your former master."
"Yes!" A man in black suddenly appeared in front of the brothers.
Liang Jinghao then pushed Liang Jingyang away, saying as he walked: "Don't worry, Miyi will tell you everything you want to know."
Therefore, many of the methods that Liang Song and Xu Sanyang had come up with were used on him.
However, since he had lost his tongue, he could only rely on writing to provide information, so until the end of the torture, his right hand was still intact, but only his right hand was intact.
Liang Jingyang was not very satisfied when he looked at the information that Mi Yi brought back, but there was nothing he could do about it: "It turns out that it wasn't drawn by him. It's a pity that a talented woman like Xiao Qiluo died like that in the end."
"There's nothing to regret. If it weren't for her, Liang Song wouldn't have been able to sit on the throne." Liang Jinghao said as he reviewed the memorials, "If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have had such a hard time."
The two chatted for a while. Liang Jinghao glanced at Fu Shun, who had remained silent, and asked, "Master Fu, how do you think that bastard should be dealt with?"
Although he was called Lord Fu, in fact, his power had been taken back bit by bit. Fu Shun said respectfully: "Of course, how to deal with him is entirely up to the emperor's judgment."
"I'm not a cruel person, but it's difficult to deal with." Liang Jingyang frowned slightly, then turned to look at his brother and said, "How about we let him go! Let him leave the palace and let him fend for himself."
He just said that he was not cruel, but then he turned around and did something like "pulling meat with a soft knife". He is really something.
Liang Song was already a useless person now. Without his tongue, he was no different from a pile of rotten meat.
At this time, if you throw the person out, he will neither die nor live well, and no one will treat his injuries. This is worse than killing him directly.
Liang Jinghao glanced at his younger brother and scolded him softly, "You naughty boy!" Then he asked Fushun to do the job.
When leaving the study, Liang Jinghao added: "Since the right hand is no longer useful, there is no need to stay here."
Late at night, two men in black threw Liang Song into a dilapidated temple and left.
He was lying in the shabby house where he could see the moon. For a moment, Liang Song thought it was all a dream, but the pain in his body reminded him all the time that this was his end.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Liang Song fainted. In his dream, he seemed to hear that voice again saying to him: "This is what happens when you betray the person who changed your destiny."
After all, thanks to his good physical condition, Liang Song survived the whole night without dying.
"This man looks pretty miserable." Several beggars surrounded Liang Song and started discussing.
"It's better to be miserable! We can carry him out to beg for food, and we can get more!"
"That's right. People in the capital love to be kind. I think this kind of stuff will make them give more money."
Several other people also thought that what he said was right, but someone objected: "But, won't it cost a lot of money to treat such a person?"
"What's the point of healing him? It's not us who made him like this. If he wants something, just give him a bowl of soup. Just keep him alive. When he really dies one day, just find a place to bury him. That would be fair to him. There is a place where there is no land that cannot bury people."
The words were rough but the logic was valid. The few people didn't say anything else, which was considered as their agreement with what the man said.
They did it right away. They carried Liang Song to a busy market and started begging.
Just as expected, someone paid me quickly and the day's earnings were indeed much more than usual.
As a result, these people were willing to "support" Liang Song, and a bowl of vegetable soup every day was enough to keep him alive.
Since they are all old beggars, it is inevitable that they have some "little life tips" that others don't know about. For example, they know a little about common herbal medicine for treating injuries.
So Liang Song's injuries dragged on like this, half-dead, and he was carried in and out every day. In the evening, he was forced to drink a bowl of bad-tasting, even smelly vegetable soup, and sometimes a bowl of rice soup.
He lived a life worse than death for more than half a month. One morning, when Liang Song was carried to the downtown again, he saw a figure walking towards him against the light.
Liang Song was so excited that he started to make "ah, ah, ah" sounds from his mouth.
"What's wrong with him?" A beggar who was traveling with him nudged his companion. "This guy doesn't look well."
"Maybe he's dying soon. My elders in my hometown were like this before they died. They say that people who were suddenly in poor health will suddenly become energetic."
"If that's the case, it's a shame. I've only earned money for more than ten days."
"Yes, yes!"
Afterwards, just as the beggar said, Liang Song uttered “ah” for a short while, and then made no more sound, and the rise and fall of his chest also stopped.
The beggars looked at each other, pretending not to see what happened, and continued to beg using his corpse.
Yan Caiyue, who came to Beijing with her husband for business, just came out of the shop opposite and saw the beggar lying on the ground. She said, "The beggars in Beijing are so brave. How dare they lie in the middle of the road."
Chen Ang glanced in Liang Song's direction and found something unusual, but in order not to scare his wife, he said, "If he can get up, he won't beg."
"Yeah! That's true, he deserves it." Yan Caiyue looked at him with disgust and said, "I thought the capital was prosperous and there would be fewer beggars, but I didn't expect it to be the same everywhere."
Yes! The world has been in chaos for a long time. No matter who becomes the emperor of the Liang royal family, the paranoia and cruelty in their bones cannot be changed.
Now, they have started to recruit laborers to repair the garden. I don’t know when this kind of life will end!