754. Chapter 754 Keeping Loyal Hearts According to History 32
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
On one side, there were rumors that the prince would be punished severely by the Khan for enriching his own pockets by building a dike. On the other side, there were rumors that the Southern Dynasty should not be destroyed but still had a chance to survive. At this time, the news in the entire metropolis was in chaos.
Today it may be said that the crown prince will be deposed, the next day Xu becomes the king of Yunnan and colludes with ministers to frame the crown prince and wants to replace him. On the third day, the Southern Dynasty uses a honey trap, and the princess of Yunnan secretly instigates the king of Yunnan to rebel.
Seeing that the rumors were getting worse, Prince Zhenjin led two ministers to Henan, carrying 300,000 taels of disaster relief silver, buying rice and grain along the way to help the victims tide over the difficulties. In Dadu, the King of Yunnan personally supervised the relief of the victims.
Build a refugee camp outside the city to first settle the victims who have entered Dadu.
With this arrangement, the rumors were put to rest. Zhenjin went to Henan to provide disaster relief, while Hu Gechi was busy outside the city. The two parties involved performed their respective duties, and the people also understood that those words made some time ago were malicious slander.
, since the desired effect has not been achieved, then the planning of the people behind the scenes is in vain.
But at this critical moment, bad news came from the prison. Wen Yingyun's uncle, Lord Wen Tianxiangwen, committed suicide in the prison.
When he got the news, Arnold was watching the latest song and dance in Qiongfang Pavilion with Qian He and others. The servant of the Yunnan Prince's Palace who came to summon him stood aside and waited for a long time before he received a gesture that he could leave. When he saw this
He walked away quickly with gestures, as if he would feel much more relaxed as long as he left Qiongfang Pavilion.
The singing and dancing were very good, but no matter how good the performances were, Arnold and Qian He had no intention of continuing to watch.
"That's it!" Qianhe shouted, weakly waving her hands to ask the dancers to retreat. She lay completely in the chair, her face showing the fatigue that she hadn't seen in a long time. "Tell me, what is this all about?
ah!"
Although Arnold felt a little uncomfortable, she had already guessed this result. "Wen Yingyun should have known about it a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the prison to find his uncle again and again."
"Yes, I know, I can guess it, but the result like this still feels very..." Qianhe seemed to be unable to find a word to describe her inner feeling, so she just sighed longly, "Hey..."
Arnold picked up the tea cup and held it in his hand for a long time without taking a sip. "Some things are destined. There is no difference between morning and evening." Although she felt regretful in her heart, she should be the one who saw the most clearly.
Yes. What's more, when Wen Tianxiang was captured and passed through Lingding Yang, he already had the idea of ​​committing suicide.
But now, with that memorial article, he had to commit suicide for the rest of his life. The saddest thing was the feeling before his death. The Nan Dynasty that he had always remembered in his heart was the one who finally pushed him to death. Life
Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history...
"I really can't understand it. No wonder the Southern Dynasty is going to fall." Qian He stood up angrily. It was she who reached out to catch the memorial document a few days ago. After reading the content, she immediately tore it into pieces and threw it down from Qiongfang's attic. "
Those people are so selfish, I will see what happens to them in the future."
Arnold put the tea cup on the table and looked at the person who had just appeared in her sight, "You are here, but you want to go into the prison and have a look?"
The expression on Wen Yingyun's face was unclear, and his eyes were bloodshot. He nodded, "This is the last time."