Chapter 356 Current Affairs

The night is lonely, and the long hall is sad.

Outside the Zichen Hall, the thin and stubborn figure knelt down. not far away, many maids of honor were full of panic and worry, but no one dared to speak.

"Please be kind to my father."

Zhao Yuanzuo bent down and kowtowed and begged. Since he heard that Ba Mei and others had been arrested in prison, he came here to ask Zhao Guangyi for mercy.

This kneeling has been a day.

Even in the early morning, he never left.

However, the emperor of the Song Dynasty in the hall had no sound. Even the Zichen Hall did not take a step, and even cancelled the early morning.

The father and son, one kneeled outside the hall and begged bitterly; the other was silent in the hall, and the rest, who can interrupt between the two most prominent people in the Song Dynasty?

"Father Wang Kai's kindness..."

He kowtowed and begged again. Zhao Yuanzuo's eyes were lax, and his face was sad and haggard. Far away, a short figure crossed the eunuch and trotted forward.

It is Zhao Heng, who is wearing a moon-white silk dragon suit.

He rushed forward, and the eunuch in charge of the palace behind him wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Zhao Yuanshi. "Let him go."

In this way, the eunuch, who was panicked, immediately stopped coming forward. He just stretched out his arms and muttered in a low voice. He didn't know whether he was praying or saying this forgiveness.

Hearing these words, Zhao Yuanxi narrowed his eyes. There was no joy on his round and fat face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his thick hands huddled in his sleeves and clenched into fists.

"Brother Prince."

Zhao Heng rushed to Zhao Yuanzuo's body, stretched out his little hand and pulled his sleeve, trying to lift him up, but the latter shook his head and then bent down and kowtowed.

Seeing Zhao Yuanzuo like this, Zhao Heng was also anxious. He looked at the dimly lit Zichen Hall, shook his sleeves and knelt beside Zhao Yuanzuo.

For a long time, Wang Ji'en came out with an unbearable face. Looking at the Zhao Yuanzuo brothers, please sighed, "Your Highness, King Han, you don't need to do this. Don't annoy the officials for trivial things."

After saying this, he shook the dust in his hand, "The official's oracle!"

The people around him knelt on the ground when they heard the words, and Wang Ji'en's shrill voice rose again. "The official family has a purpose. Everyone will return to the palace. There must be no mistake. Those who violate it will be sent to the clan's house!"

Zongqin's house.

Hearing these words, Zhao Heng's face turned pale, and the eunuch palace maids were so scared that they took a cold breath, but Zhao Yuanzuo was still there.

"Brother Prince, shall we leave first and then discuss it?"

Zhao Heng pulled Zhao Yuanzuo's sleeve. After a while, the latter finally got up slowly and knelt for a long time. His body shook a little and almost stumbled to the ground.

"be careful, brother prince!"

Zhao Heng, who was beside him, quickly helped him and comforted him. Then he pulled Zhao Yuanzuo slowly to Linhua Palace. The eunuchs behind him naturally followed each other and dared not go out.

And Zhao Yuanxi frowned slightly and stared at the two of them. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he withdrew his eyes and smiled at Wang Ji'en, "Father is tired. I hope my father-in-law will pay more attention."

Wang Jien nodded slightly and answered softly, "The prince doesn't need to worry about it. Go back to his house to rest as soon as possible."

Zhao Yuanxi nodded and left with a smile. Looking at his back, Wang Jien nodded without showing any trace, then sighed, and went back to Zichen Hall to wait.

In the Zichen Hall, the lights were bright. Zhao Guangyi looked at a piece of rice paper in front of the table, and finally his eyes flashed, and a trace of fierce anger burst out.

Sure enough, he is not dead.

Hearing the rumor in Bianliang City last night, Zhao Guangyi began to expect that Yang Yanzhao was not dead. It was really a big trouble, otherwise how could he let those scholars say about the photos?

In that scene of that year, Zhao Guangyi still remembered vividly. The hatred between the two brothers often dreamed late at night, but he could only hide in his heart and could not talk to outsiders.

A slight voice came from his footsteps. Zhao Guangyi raised his head and looked at Wang Jien, who bent in. Finally, he coughed gently, "In those years, was there really a legacy?"

Wang Ji'en, who lowered his head, trembled. In the past two days, he was also very panicked when he heard the rumor. It seemed that he did hear about it at the beginning, but later he disappeared, and then he forgot the past.

Now, after listening to Zhao Guangyi's mention, he was immediately scared and lowered his head a little. "Go back to the official family, but the villain has not heard of this matter. At the beginning, when the former emperor died, the villain invited the official family according to the will of the former emperor."

Wang Ji'en said this words very carefully. That night, in the wind and snow, he just met Zhao Guangyi, who looked panicked outside the former emperor's bedroom.

There are some words that can't be said, just a little mention.

On the high platform, Zhao Guangyi was silent, and the heavy breathing sound of Wang Jien sweated coldly.

"Attrick Weizhuang."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and leaned against the dragon chair. Wang Ji'en took the order and bowed again and retreated cautiously.

In the Prince's Mansion, in the secret room of the study, a trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Tingmei's eyes and asked Xiang Minzhong, who was standing not far away, "Chang Zhi, do you mean that Yang Jing?"

Xiang Minzhong's face is still white, which makes people panic,

He coughed a few times, and he took a few deep breaths. "If I guess correctly, he wants to save his relatives in prison."

After listening, Zhao Tingmei pondered and said no words, and the secret room suddenly became silent. Suddenly, she suddenly stood up from the seat and paced in the secret room.

After walking back and forth many times, Zhao Tingmei stopped and said, "Changzhi, in your opinion, is this true?"

He asked another question, and he didn't notice that he had asked about it before, but this question had a different intention, and Xiang Minzhong, a smart person, also knew it.

He raised his eyebrows and bent down to Minzhong to salute slightly. "Your Majesty, since he said so, he has a support in his hand. It is likely to be the posthumous photo mentioned by the prince before."

"I think so too."

Lu Duoxun, who was sitting on one side, brushed his beard and nodded slowly.

The rest of the people have different clothes and robes, both writing and martial arts, and they all agree with each other.

Posthumous photos?

Hearing this, Zhao Tingmei's pupils suddenly opened, and her heart beat a little faster. The existence of the posthumous photos was also learned from an old eunuch in the palace a few years ago. Later, after several searches, it was in vain.

Later, the Buddha speculated that it was in Chai Qingyun, so there was the assassination of Xiangguo Temple and all kinds of killers, but there was still no harvest.

He rushed to the doctor. Last time, Zhao Tingmei tested Yang Yanzhao with an edict in the carriage, but did not find anything abnormal. Under the conspiracy, he was about to make a posthumous photo. Now he hasn't taken action yet, but he heard Yang Jing talking about this matter. He was really sleepy and someone sent a pillow.

Suddenly, Zhao Tingmei's heart beat fast and gasped a little violently.

Is it possible that things are ripe?

Her heart throbled and burst out again. Zhao Tingmei tried her best to suppress the joy and turned her head to the crowd, "Your Excellency, do you have a good plan now?"

These people are all confidants. They have been following Zhao Tingmei for many years. They have long known his long-cherished wish. Although they have been planning for this matter for many years, but this matter is of great importance. Suddenly, they can't help but be stunned.

"Cough..."

Lu Duoxun, who was still sitting in the first place, coughed softly and said, "Changzhi, when did Yang Jing say when to take out the imperial edict?"

Xiang Minzhong shook his head and said, "It's a big deal. I'm afraid it won't appear easily."

"So, how do you know that what he said is just nonsense, if..."

"This will never happen!"

Xiang Minzhong, who had always been gentle, suddenly raised his tone and rarely interrupted other people's words. His white face was flushed. Under the violent cough, his chest was undulating, and his thin body kept trembling.

The person who was interrupted by him closed his mouth slightly awkwardly. Although there was hatred in his eyes, the other party was the prince's valued confidant, so he had to swallow his resentment.

After finally calming down, Xiang Minzhong apologized to him, and Zhao Tingmei said a few words to make up the scene.

"Well, they are all our own people. There is no need to have resentment and dissatisfaction. Changzhi, you continue to say what you think."

Xiang Minzhong sighed deeply and did not say that long speech. He just said lightly, "Because he value affection, he will never watch his relatives die. For this reason, he can even subvert the world..."

In Zhuque Street, Zhao Mansion, the lights are much darker than usual. Perhaps since Zhao Taibao was demoted and re-entered the court, Zhao Mansion has no longer had the glory of the past.

In the study, Zhao Pu was talking with his proud disciple Shangguan Yunshou. In the chess game, the fight was a fierce time. The two's moves revealed their murderous intention, but it was difficult to score a goal for a while.

For a long time, when Shangguan Yun raised his head to attack Zhao Pu's camp, he heard a smile in his ear. Looking back and looking carefully, he couldn't help dropping his chess pieces.

"Teacher, you are very good at chess, and you are defeated."

With a smile, he picked up a sweat towel and wiped his hands. Zhao Pu smiled and said, "I'm humble. Your chess skills are very advanced. I'm afraid you won't be your opponent as a teacher in a while."

He smiled and handed a cup of tea to him. Shangguan Yun whispered, "The teacher is joking. How can he have that ability?"

Zhao Pu also smiled, took a few mouthfuls of tea, stared at the chess game for a long time, and then said leisurely, "Killing is often hidden in the most unpretight place. This time, I don't know when the imperial capital will rise?"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, moved the chess pieces, and ate Shangguan Yun's dragon.

"Open up, go and prepare, and follow my instructions at any time."

The words were very solemn. Shangguan Yun hurriedly answered when he heard the words, turned around and walked out.

When I came out of Zhao's mansion and looked up at the thousands of miles of clear sky in Bianliang City, I couldn't help but feel a trace of emotion in my heart. I don't know how many changes will there will be this time?

How much more does the teacher have to suffer for a promise in those years?