Mr. Song was a little confused at first, but when he heard his young apprentice's words, he immediately sobered up. The master and apprentice stared at each other for a moment with big eyes and small eyes.
At this time, there was no need to say anything further. Mr. Song already knew what Zhao Luoyang meant. His back straightened, and he was almost instantly covered in white hair from fear.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Song quickly glanced outside. Except for Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji, there was no one else at the door, and it seemed that the two children did not hear what they said.
Mr. Song finally breathed a sigh of relief and frowned to stop Zhao Luoyang: "Don't talk nonsense."
If Jiang Zhizhou was really a scapegoat, and he couldn't cry out for injustice, who else could he be the scapegoat for?
These words came from the mouth of the late emperor...
Did the little fox just mean to point at the former emperor?
Mr. Song felt that he was definitely not wrong. Others might not dare, but the little fox in front of him... was so courageous.
Okay! It was just a metaphor before, but now it’s truly heavenly.
They are all spoiled by her milk.
Zhao Luoyang blinked: "Sir, my disciple didn't say anything. Don't get distracted."
Mr. Song was furious, who was thinking?
Zhao Luoyang said: "My disciple has no intention of questioning anyone. He just wants to find out clearly what happened back then. When there was chaos in Western Tibet, was Jiang Zhizhou the one who led the troops to Western Tibet?"
Mr. Song knew this and almost blurted out: Of course not.
If not, then how could the blame for not rescuing the princess fall on Jiang Zhizhou?
Zhao Luoyang continued: "Rescuing Princess Changle is not a secret, why can't we let others know about it? I don't have any other intention, I just think, why are these rumors coming from the public?"
Mr. Song "Gulu" swallowed, his throat was burning, as if he had been given half a glass of wine.
If there are some things that cannot be put into perspective, then there is another reason behind them.
Zhao Luoyang waved his hand: "Sir, don't worry, I'm just talking casually."
Just talking like this casually, but it almost killed Mr. Song. He originally criticized some of the late emperor's actions, but now he thinks about some things...
It's like a door has been opened, and many things are pouring out.
There was no need for the little fox to say anything else. Mr. Song had already begun to suspect. Xibo had been in chaos for half a year. After Wusongjie died, Princess Changle fled with her soldiers and horses. Since Princess Changle had been prepared in advance, she must be around her.
Is there someone who can report the news to the Qi court?
If the late emperor really wanted to rescue the princess, he would first send troops to frighten Xifan. Xifan was in civil strife at that time and was determined not to let the Qi troops overwhelm the country, so he would most likely release the princess.
So...it is possible that the late emperor did not want Princess Changle to return to Daqi.
Jiang Wei hunkered down in Taozhou until he died of illness. He said nothing about the incident of Princess Changle. It was a struggle, and he felt helpless despite being wronged.
Zhao Luoyang continued: "When I went to the village this time, I heard that when the imperial court had just taken back Taozhou, the Tibetan troops invaded again. At that time, the imperial troops were slow to come to the rescue, and almost all the people in the village were killed by the Tibetan troops.
die."
"Based on this, the villagers came to Taozhou to avoid trouble. They are in opposition to the current Zanpu, so they should know the former Zanpu Wusongjie?"
Mr. Song didn't want to hear it anymore. He wanted to take everything he heard before out of his mind.
But Zhao Luoyang couldn't stop talking.
"go out!"
Mr. Song stared at Zhao Luoyang unbearably.
Zhao Luoyang smiled and said, "I'm pouring wine for you sir!"
Mr. Song's expression remained unchanged as he continued: "Get out."
Zhao Luoyang stood up aggrievedly. She took a few steps forward and then came back: "Sir, I think the death of Zhang Yuan and Ah Shu is not simple. Mr. Zhao previously suspected that there was a murder case in the village, maybe it was
Some people want to blame the charge of cooperating with Sun Ji and collaborating with the enemy on the village. It can be seen that some people are keeping an eye on the village for more than a day, and they may want to find opportunities to eradicate it at any time."
"Who is in the way of the stockade? Aren't you curious? Could it be that there was another disaster five or six years ago? The Zhang Yuan family knows Jiang Zhizhou, and Jiang Zhizhou was the first magistrate when Da Qi took back Taozhou, right?
?Was that government school built when Jiang Zhizhou was here?"
"People in Fu Xue should know Jiang Zhizhou very well. Although Zhang Yuan has not officially entered Fu Xue, he should have some contacts with people in Fu Xue due to his talent. Although Zhang Yuan is no longer here, I think someone in Fu Xue may still know about it.
One or two, sir, you have met people in the government school this time, and maybe you can get some news."
"But you must be careful..."
"Get out." Mr. Song's voice was louder.
Zhao Luoyang left very simply this time.
"Rebel."
Mr. Song cursed.
But what the traitor said was very reasonable. He didn't want to think about what the traitor said, but all these things were in his mind.
Back then, he said that the late emperor was a "benevolent" emperor. If he was really like this, he would not hand over the country to the Feng family, so that the relatives would run rampant and Zhongliang would have no place.
He doesn't have that ability. If he did, it would definitely turn him upside down.
My heart is getting more and more restless.
Mr. Song shook his head. It must be because of the buttermilk. In short, it has nothing to do with the little fox.
As soon as Zhao Luoyang walked out of the door, he saw Shi Ping and Feng Laosan discussing something at the side.
"I'll go to the mountains again tomorrow morning," Feng Laosan said. "Hurry up and sell a few more loads of charcoal."
Shi Ping nodded repeatedly. He was thinking about something else besides charcoal, but now they would sell charcoal whenever they could seize the opportunity.
"Take this opportunity to visit all the markets in the city," Shi Ping said. "It will be useful in the future if you find out clearly."
The two of them were completely absorbed in this matter and did not notice Zhao Luoyang walking over. After finishing speaking, Shi Ping raised his head and realized that Zhao Luoyang had been standing beside him for who knows how long.
Shi Ping was about to get up immediately.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Uncle Feng, Brother Shi, are you going well with selling charcoal today?"
Feng Laosan smiled and said: "It went well. I made some money. We are going to give this money to your father. We found the wood and burned the charcoal. We should spend the money together."
"Although there isn't much, if we sell a few more times, it will always come in handy."
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "You and Brother Shi should be more careful when selling charcoal. After all, the price we sell is not high. Once or twice may not matter, but you are afraid of being targeted over time."
Feng Laosan responded: "Don't worry, if someone has bad intentions, the worst we can do is drop our things and run away, and go directly to the government office to file a complaint."
Although they didn't know what would happen, when they arrived at a new place, someone had to go out and have a try first. When Luo Jie'er went to the village, they couldn't hide behind Luo Jie'er.
While talking, I heard a voice saying: "Is it so lively?"
Zhao Luoyang raised his head and saw Zhao Jingyun.
Zhao Jingyun looked tired. After interrogating the Liu family, he should have stayed in the government office to sort out the case, but Huaiguang urged him to come to Fengxia Village.
He asked Huaiguang why he came, but Huaiguang refused to tell.
In fact, he didn't know that Huaiguang was just following Xiao Yu's instructions. The prince didn't say anything. Huaiguang guessed that he wanted Mr. Zhao to tell the Zhao family girl about the progress of the case.
Zhao Luoyang and Shi Jiu said, "It's just right that Mr. Zhao is here, otherwise I would have to think about how to get the recorder back."
Shi Jiu said: "This way you don't have to make an extra trip." That's why he told Huaiguang to bring Zhao Jingyun to Fengxia Village.
Mrs. Yang had already stepped forward to greet Zhao Jingyun: "Master Zhao came at the right time. We have cooked the mutton, so you can stay and eat some."
Luo Zhenniang got up and helped Old Mrs. Yang with her work.
The mutton was fragrant, and Zhao Jingyun could not help but swallow his saliva. On the way to the village, he did not expect such a situation in the village.
People of all ages stood together to eat. The old people and children were all full, and everyone had smiles on their faces.
Mr. Song walked out of the house and welcomed Zhao Jingyun in. Just now, he was full of sorrow, but when he saw Zhao Jingyun, half of his sorrow was gone.
Having fun alone is not as good as having fun with everyone. He can also "guess" something like a little fox and let Zhao Jingyun think about it too.
Zhao Luoyang helped Mrs. Yang carry the cakes and put the things on the small table. She also helped pour the buttermilk. She bent down and reached out to take off the recorder from Zhao Jingyun's boots.