Zhao Wu was overjoyed and burst into tears, saying, "Mr. Wei, please help me. Please save my husband. He didn't want to rebel. He was forced to do so."
Wei Liaoweng persuaded him kindly and said: "Mrs. Zhao, I'm telling you the truth. The guilt of this matter is extremely serious and there is absolutely no way around it. Moreover, many people from the government and the public are asking to kill King Ji, and even you will be affected. However, the official family
Benevolence and righteousness may not kill Lien, but it will help the king."
At this point, Wei Liaoweng couldn't continue, but the meaning was self-evident. King Ji was definitely dead.
Mrs. Zhao Wu was in agony and looked very pitiful with tears in her eyes.
She regarded Wei Liaoweng as the only life-saving straw, and kept begging Wei Liaoweng to find a way for her, and she would try it no matter whether it worked or not.
Wei Liaoweng thought for a while, and finally said: "I am a rough man, and there is no way I can do it. Why don't I write you a letter, and you go to the Prime Minister of the Left, Zheng Xianggong. If he can't do anything, then you can give Ji
Let the king prepare for his funeral."
After speaking, Wei Liaoweng went to the study, wrote a letter, and gave it to Zhao Wu.
Zhao Wu received the letter, kept thanking her, and finally hurried to Zheng Qingzhi's residence.
When he arrived at Zheng Qingzhi's residence, he explained his purpose of coming and took out Wei Liaoweng's letter. For Wei Liaoweng's sake, Zheng Qingzhi had no choice but to help him come up with an idea. As for whether it would work or not, that was up to two people.
Zheng Qingzhi said to Zhao Wu: "Mrs. Zhao, starting from tomorrow, you will be selling tofu outside the Ministry of Justice every day. Each bowl of tofu costs one penny. If someone asks why it is so cheap, you will say that you can make it for one penny in a day.
You can live comfortably with twenty or thirty cents, which is better than earning a lot, being rich and noble, but having no life.
Remember, no matter whether there are people buying or not, and no matter how many people are buying, you have to keep selling and keep repeating, your eyes should be empty and your mind should be insane, like a madman, you know?"
After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao Wu didn't know what Zheng Qingzhi meant, but she had no other choice but to follow Zheng Qingzhi's words and set up a stall outside the Ministry of Justice on the next day to sell tofu.
Zhao Wu's cries soon attracted customers. Seeing that the tofu was well made and cheap, everyone lined up to buy it.
Someone asked why it was sold so much cheaper than others, so Zhao Wu followed Zheng Qingzhi's instructions and answered.
And according to what Zheng Qingzhi said, Zhao Wu had so many people queuing up, but she still kept shouting.
"Tofu and tofu, one penny for a bowl, tofu and tofu, one penny for a bowl,,,,,,"
Mrs. Zhao Wu kept repeating it over and over again, her eyes were empty and her behavior was abnormal.
People found it strange, pointed at her, and talked about her.
Someone in the crowd recognized Mrs. Zhao Wu and said that she was the wife of King Ji Zhao Hong. Zhao Hong was now being held in the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment and was about to be executed. It was guessed that Mrs. Zhao Wu could not bear the blow and was afraid that she was in a daze.
When people heard this, they all felt sorry for Zhao Wu, pitied her and sympathized with her.
In the Prison Department Prison, where Zhao Hong was being held, Zhao Hong heard the shouting outside and recognized the voice of his wife.
Thinking of all the past events, he regretted his mistakes and regretted that he was obsessed with it and embarked on a path of no return.
Zhao Hong cried bitterly and beat the wall: "Zhao Hong, Zhao Hong, how can you be so stupid? If I had known this, I would have sold tofu with my wife and lived a common life, and I would not be where I am now."
End."
Zhao Hong regretted it so much that he cried like a child. The jailer in the cell saw it and knew his identity, so he couldn't help but sympathize with him.
Soon, the story of Zhao Hong and his wife spread among the people, saying how crazy Zhao Wu was and how regretful Zhao Hong was.
Although the people all knew that Zhao Hong was involved in the rebellion and deserved to die, the couple were already pitiful people at this time, and they couldn't help but sympathize with them.
The sympathy of the common people created pressure from public opinion. Officials no longer wrote letters calling for Zhao Hong's execution, and some even went to the political hall to get their memorials back.
And all this soon reached Zhao Yun's ears.
Gao Shi told Zhao Yun what was rumored by the people outside, and finally said: "Your Majesty, this news spread very fast. Is there a small speculation that someone is spreading it deliberately?"
Zhao Yun waved his hand and said: "Gao Shi, you don't understand. Zhao Hong's rebellion has already attracted the attention of the people. Now that the couple has ended up like this, it naturally spreads quickly. This is not surprising. It's just that now
The common people are spreading this rumor, if I still want to kill Zhao Hong, I will be blamed by the common people."
Gao Shi was stunned and said in confusion: "Your Majesty, it was Zhao Hong who was clearly the one who conspired to rebel. Killing him is a matter of course. Why do the people still complain about you?"
"Hehehe,,,"
Zhao Hong smiled helplessly, stood up, and walked outside.
Zhao Yun said as he walked: "People are like this. They like to sympathize with the weak. Even if the weak person is not actually weak or kind, as long as he looks like he is being bullied and pitiful, someone will
To sympathize with him and pity him.
But no one has ever thought that the person they sympathize with actually lives a much better life than they do, and they themselves are the ones who should be sympathized with."
Gao Shi followed Zhao Yun and nodded stupidly. He didn't know whether he understood it or not, but looking at him, he still felt that Zhao Yun's words made sense.
Zhao Yun smiled and said: "If I kill Zhao Hong now, I will become a villain."
After laughing and scolding, Zhao Yun said: "I am passing on the decree that Zhao Hong and I are of the same royal blood, so that he will be spared the death penalty and demoted to a commoner."
After saying that, Zhao Yun no longer cares about Zhao Hong's affairs. Zhao Hong himself is not a good person. There is no threat to Zhao Yun whether he is alive or not. There is no need to involve his own reputation, so it is better to let him go.
Fulfill your reputation for benevolence and righteousness, and maybe it will be a good story in the future.
Zhao Yun's decree was quickly passed on, and Zhao Hong was released, but he no longer had a title, and all his property was transferred to the national treasury. From then on, he was just an ordinary citizen.
But people who have experienced the edge of life and death, how can they care about this nominal property? As long as they are alive, it is better than anything else.
Zhao Hong walked out of the prison of the Ministry of Punishments and saw his wife, Zhao Wushi, and excitedly hugged him into his arms.
"Madam, thanks to you, you saved my husband." Zhao Hong cried so hard that he burst into tears.
To say that his wife is still better than his original wife, Zhao Hong used to favor his concubine and neglected the Zhao Wu family, but when the real difficulties came, only the Zhao Wu family was by his side.
Mrs. Zhao Wu repeatedly comforted her and said: "Husband, the officials have forgiven you. It was the officials who saved you. From now on, we will be common people for the rest of our lives and will never cause trouble to the officials again."