Zhao Changyuan was still looking at the street outside the window and replied calmly: "I lived with my mother in my hometown of Huating County until I was three years old. It was only after I was three years old that my father took me to Luoyang to live."
Pan Zhuqing smiled and said: "There are outstanding people in the world. This sentence is indeed correct."
Zhao Changyuan turned to him with a calm expression: "I was too young at that time and had no impression of my hometown. What about you? I heard from my father that you were not born in Luoyang?"
Pan Zhuqing said: "My ancestral home is Hangzhou."
Hearing this answer, a faint smile appeared on Zhao Changyuan's indifferent face: "It's the same as I guessed."
Pan Zhuqing was unusually interested: "Why? What are the characteristics of Hangzhou people?"
"Smart. You are, and so is Jing Yuan." Mentioning the evil young man, a long-lost sincere smile appeared in Zhao Changyuan's eyes.
Speaking of this, Pan Zhuqing suddenly felt uncomfortable. The man in front of him was very familiar, but also very strange. He was four years older than the other man. It could be said that he had watched the other man grow up, from a half-little boy to a private school for the first time.
When he first entered the battlefield... He had always regarded the other party as a powerful enemy, but now, when the other party was about to be destroyed, he couldn't feel happy at all. He didn't understand why." It's ridiculous,
You and I were officials in the same dynasty and have known each other since childhood, but it is only today that we know where each other comes from."
Zhao Changyuan also looked at him intently, suddenly recalling the first time he saw Pan Zhuqing when he was a child. On the tall banyan tree in Pan's courtyard, a smart child was digging out a bird's nest. Under the tree was a beautiful young woman, carrying
With her head tilted and a look of kindness on her face, she called softly: "Qing'er, come down quickly, or your father will beat you if he sees her." That young woman was Pan Zhuqing's biological mother.
Everything has a cause and effect. If Pan Zhuqing's mother was still alive, would he be a different person? Would he be like the evil young man, full of kindness to people and gentler to the world? Although Zhao Changyuan felt so in his heart, he couldn't say it out loud.
But he said: "Hangzhou is a great place. I have always wanted to go."
"At this time, if I say that there will be many opportunities in the future, wouldn't it be too hypocritical?" When Pan Zhuqing said this, his heart suddenly tightened, and he found that he actually had an urge to comfort the other person.
Zhao Changyuan smiled, but the smile looked extremely bitter: "It doesn't matter, any place in this world has long been meaningless to me."
Pan Zhuqing looked at his face, suddenly remembered a past event, and said mysteriously: "I remember that when we were in Cangzhou, we were in a carriage like this. There was a woman named Gong who said something about her husband in front of me.
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Before he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that Zhao Changyuan's originally calm face suddenly flushed with blood. His body stiffened and he leaned towards him, his eyes full of expectation like lights rekindled in the dark night.
Pan Zhuqing felt a little funny in his heart. Where was the eminent monk who seemed to be otherworldly and could see through everything just now? He decided not to say anything further and leaned towards the soft cushion behind him.
Zhao Changyuan waited eagerly for a long time. When he saw that the other party was shamelessly selling out, he immediately became anxious. He stared at his eyes and asked loudly: "What did my wife say?" He said something in the middle of the sentence. It was so disgusting! These two Pan family members
Why is this little bastard so annoying?
But Pan Zhuqing's abomination went to the next level: "Your wife is not the only woman named Gong in the world. When did I say it was your wife who said it?"
"Pan Zhuqing, you... are simply unreasonable!" Isn't a big white goose without hair not a big white goose? As long as Gong Yueyue is involved, this General Zhao, this monk Zhao in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, will immediately
He was able to push his emotional intelligence to a record low. No, he didn't care where he was, let alone who the other person was. He fell out on the spot. "Tell me what the hell my wife said?"
Seeing this, Pan Zhuqing knew that if he teased him again, he would be in great danger of overturning. He sat up lazily and said slowly: "At that time, we were all suspecting you to be an arsonist and murderer. Let me ask your wife, if this murderer is really you
, what would she do. She said..."
At this point, his expression became a little solemn, and the other party almost held his breath while listening to him. He said word for word: "Whether it's life or death, I will be with him."
"Did she really say that?" Although Zhao Changyuan knew in his heart that these words did come from Gong Yueyue. But he still subconsciously confirmed it to Pan Zhuqing again. It was not that he doubted, but that anyone who had any doubts about it now.
Everything about his wife was so luxurious to him. So much so that he wanted to repeat this moment of happiness and emotion without thinking.
This time Pan Zhuqing answered firmly: "Why are you lying to me? I was so jealous at the time."
Fog instantly filled Zhao Changyuan's eyes. At this moment, he was extremely grateful to the man in front of him. In this desperate and dark situation, he once again felt his wife's steadfast love for him. "Thank you for telling me this."
The swaying carriage, Zhao Changyuan's handsome face, and the chatter were all like a dream, disturbing Pan Zhuqing's already troubled thoughts. That night, he seemed to have exhausted all his energy and intelligence to think about Zhao Changyuan.
The problem thrown to him. As morning was approaching and the sky was at its darkest, he suddenly opened his eyes and faced the darkness of a room. Although he did not light a lamp, he was already familiar with the surrounding furnishings.
He stood up, casually picked up the robe on the table and put it on his body. He opened the door and saw that the east was getting whiter.
"Exactly." Pan Zhuqing replied lightly, and then asked: "Does Master Tong mean that someone has already gone in to meet the saint?"
"Isn't that right? General Cao, General Yang's family and the adults from General Liu's residence came early this morning. Later, many adults came one after another. They are all inside now."
"Master Wei and the Sixth Prince may have arrived early, right?"
"Master Pan is absolutely right." Tong Xian smiled on his face, but he was thinking in his heart, who can be as calm as you, Pan Zhuqing? Then he said: "Let the servant pass the news for you."
Just as Tong Xian was about to shout, he was stopped by Pan Zhuqing. "Since there are so many people inside, I won't go in and join in the fun. Just wait."
Tong Xian chuckled lightly and shook the dust in his hand: "Oh, you have to wait. I guess the adults won't come out until three or four hours."
Pan Zhuqing also straightened his sleeves, then raised his chin and looked at the clear sky outside the palace. "It doesn't matter. Just be a companion and take a look at the long-lost blue sky and white clouds."
"Then please do as you please, sir." Tong Xian responded calmly and said nothing more to him.
Not long after, a row of inner court guards strode closer in the distance. The young official walking at the front had a strong and tall figure and a handsome face. After seeing Tong Xian, he nodded slightly. But when his eyes touched Pan Zhuqing next to Tong Xian,
His originally clear eyes were immediately filled with hostility and disgust.
Pan Zhuqing, who was looking up in a daze, heard the footsteps, subconsciously turned his eyes and saw a pair of dark eyes staring at him coldly. Pan Zhuqing's brows moved slightly, and he chuckled without any trace, then he raised his head and turned to the sky, observing the scene intently.
A white cloud drifted past his eyes.
The situation in the hall at this moment can be described as a "fried pot". On the one hand, the military attachés headed by the Cao and Yang families tried their best to request the emperor, hoping that the emperor could re-investigate the case of the Zhao family's attempted rebellion in order to
No one would be wronged. On the other hand, some officials headed by Wei Tingyue and the Sixth Prince who had always been at odds with the Zhao and Yang families took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire and begged the emperor to severely punish the Zhao family, especially Zhao Changyuan, the mastermind.
The emperor knew very well that the people on both sides had their own positions, and it was inconvenient for him to make any biased decision in person. He remained silent and allowed these people to argue with red ears and faces, and foam at the mouth.
It wasn't until the sun set that both parties to the dispute became tired. The sixth prince, an old man, almost fainted from exhaustion. The emperor then straightened up from the throne and looked at the ministers in front of him with bright eyes. He spoke.
His first sentence in these few hours: "Like you, I watched Zhao Changyuan grow up. I also like him, more than any of my younger generations."
There was silence in the hall, and everyone was silently waiting for the Holy One to continue. Everyone knew that what he was going to say next would probably be related to the life and death of the Zhao family.
The emperor sighed deeply and continued: "But it is because of my love that I am so heartbroken now. It is because of my high hopes for him that I am now more disappointed than ever."
"emperor......"
Yang Guodong was about to say something, but the emperor immediately raised his hand to stop him.
"You all should stop talking. During this time, I have ordered Dali Temple to thoroughly investigate this matter. It can be said that the evidence is conclusive. It is useless for you to say more." At this point, the emperor suddenly raised his voice and called out:
"Tong Xian!"
When Tong Xian heard the summons outside the palace, his heart tightened. He had served the emperor for so many years, and he knew the emperor's temperament and habits very well. He could almost tell the emperor's mood from the volume of his voice. He guessed that the emperor was probably going to tell someone.
The matter has been concluded.
Of course, Pan Zhuqing also heard the emperor's voice, lowered his head and turned to Tong Xian, and whispered to him: "Please be sure to convey the message to me before the emperor drafts the decree. Thank you for your help."
Although he didn't know what kind of medicine Pan Zhuqing was selling in his gourd, Tong Xian wanted to know that he couldn't beg for mercy on behalf of the Zhao family. What's more, at this time, no one with extraordinary ability could turn things around and turn the tide.
In the case of rebellion, Tong Zhaoxiao can conclusively determine the crime with just a few words, no matter whether he was unjustly accused or not. From ancient times to the present, are there still few loyal ministers and good generals who have been unjustly accused?
So he thought that Pan Zhuqing, like Wei Tingyue and others, must have come to give the Zhao family a final kick. But the fate of the Zhao family could not be worse than this. (To be continued)