An empty city waits for 300,000 dead souls; a lighted lamp waits for eighty-two years.
With a heart, seek stability in the world; respect a country and think of our eternal Chinese people!
Don’t forget the national humiliation, forge ahead, and have no regrets about entering China in this life, and will still be a flower farmer in the next life!
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The sky was dark and drizzle fell one after another.
A carriage came from the other end of the long street. The strong horse driving the shaft walked briskly, its mane was soaked by the rain and hung down. Its big hooves stepped on the bluestone and made a "thump" sound.
The stagnant water splashed up Lao Gao.
The carriage arrived at the gate of Zongzheng Temple under the curtain of rain, then slowly slowed down and stopped.
The coachman who was driving the car jumped out of the carriage wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat. He first held up an umbrella, then stepped forward and bowed to open the door.
A handsome young man jumped out of the carriage and stepped into the rain. The splashed water drops wet his clothes, shoes and socks.
He gently pushed away the servant holding an umbrella, walked quickly to the steps in front of Zongzheng Temple, lifted his robe, climbed the steps to the closed door, and said loudly: "Changsun Huan has come to surrender and accept the crime!
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The rain was gurgling, but there was no one on the long street, and the sound still spread far away in the rain curtain.
The closed door slowly opened, and two scribes from Zongzheng Temple came out holding umbrellas. They looked up and down at Changsun Huan, who was soaked in artistic conception, and asked in surprise: "I dare to ask, but are you from Changsun's family?"
Erlang?"
Changsun Huan raised his hand and bowed his head, saying: "Exactly!"
The clerk asked again: "Just now, Mr. Changsun said that he would surrender to the police and accept the crime... I don't know what he meant?"
Changsun Huan was stunned and said: "I ignored the national law last night and committed the following crime. I know that the crime is unforgivable... Because it involves the descendants of the clan, my Majesty Yin Rang of Ma Fu of Jingzhao Prefecture came to Zongzheng Temple today to surrender. The case will be handled by Zongzheng
The temple was taken over...haven't you received the case file?"
The two scribes looked at each other for a while, and then said after a while: "The good leader Sun Langjun knows that Zong Zhengqing is not on duty today. The entire Zongzheng Temple has also temporarily closed the bath because of serious leaks in the building.
None of them have been valued, so no cases can be accepted."
Changsun Huan was stunned.
It was my father's wish to come to Zongzheng Temple to surrender. As long as I entered Zongzheng Temple, it would be equivalent to the eldest son's family being charged with beating the clan's children yesterday. This was a "selfless" act to protect the rest of the Guanlong family.
Dedication.
Anyway, it is impossible for the emperor to bring this matter to the table at this time, so Changsun Huan can only be locked up in the prison of Zongzheng Temple, and the purpose of saving Changsun Huan is achieved.
But now Zongzhengji refuses to detain him...what should we do?
If the excuse doesn't work, then the fact is that all the other Guanlong disciples left the city overnight and were slaughtered. Only his eldest grandson Huan hid in the city and betrayed the purpose of the alliance to advance and retreat together. The eldest grandson's family was bound to be killed by those descendants.
People treat him like a bandit...
This is naked betrayal!
Changsun Huanfangcun is in chaos, how can you do it if you don’t arrest me?
He quickly said: "If not... you will arrest me first and wait until Zong Zhengqing is on duty before interrogating and finalizing the case?"
A clerk laughed and said, "Could it be that Mr. Zhangsun was joking? He actually came to your door and begged to be detained in prison. How could there be such a reason in the world? Besides, Zongzheng Temple has not received any case files, so then
He has no right to intervene in this case. If he doesn’t even have a case, how can he talk about interrogating and finalizing the case?”
Changsun Huan looked confused and didn't know what to do.
Another clerk felt strange when he saw Changsun Huan's expression, but he was also wary of his identity as the son of Changsun Wuji. He said warmly: "Zongzheng Temple cannot be blamed for this matter. I also heard about yesterday's incident. It stands to reason that
It is said that cases involving riots and fights should be heard by the Jingzhao Mansion. This is not an internal matter of the royal family, and Zongzheng Temple has not been handed over by the Jingzhao Mansion, so the case will definitely not be accepted."
But I was amazed in my heart: I have only seen the suffering master come to ask for a case to be arrested, but you have beaten more than a dozen clan members, and even the crown prince's son has been beaten by you. As a result, the clan children have not settled the accounts with you.
Well, it’s you perpetrators who come to the door and ask for surrender?
The disciples of Guan Long have always acted unscrupulously in the court, and they have never taken the clan members seriously. This matter is really strange.
He couldn't help but look up at the gray sky. The sun had not appeared until now. Could it be that it was about to rise in the west?
Changsun Huan wiped the rain from his face and realized that something was wrong.
Where is Zongzheng Temple? It is in charge of royal affairs, protects royal mausoleums, and manages genealogies of the royal family, clans, and relatives. Because Taoism in the Tang Dynasty is the state religion, Zongzheng Temple currently also manages all Taoist priests and monks in the world. Such a power
The prestigious Yamen, which represents the face of the royal family, can actually be unable to work due to "too much rain", causing Zong Zhengqing and officials at all levels to stay at home?
When I thought about the consequences of not being able to enter Zongzheng Temple and surrendering, I had a sudden thought. Could it be that someone had set up this conspiracy...
Thinking of this, he did not dare to delay any longer. Since Zongzheng Temple refused to detain him, he had to go to Jingzhao Mansion again and ask Ma Zhou to put him in prison anyway.
He nodded, maintaining the demeanor of a member of a noble family, and saluted: "In this case, I'm going to put you both in a difficult position, so I'll take my leave first."
The two scribes hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Master Changsun, please go slowly!"
Changsun Huan turned around and walked down the steps, walking quickly towards the carriage that had not yet left. Before he reached the carriage, he suddenly saw a carriage coming from the street. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of him. The curtains on the carriage were opened, and Duguhong's face emerged from the carriage.
His inner body was exposed, and he glanced at Changsun Huan who was soaked by the rain. He glanced coldly and said with a smile: "Why is Mr. Changsun so embarrassed? Oh, yes, I must have traveled more than a hundred miles overnight out of the city, probably
I returned to Chang'an all night long, so I am so tired... Haha, I really have wronged Mr. Changsun!"
The carriage did not stop at all, but just passed in front of Changsun Huan, and all the rainwater splashed by the horses' hooves and wheels splashed on Changsun Huan.
Changsun Huan seemed unaware. He stood in the rain for a while and then walked towards the carriage again.
In any case, he must rush to Jingzhao Mansion to surrender. If he cannot enter the prison today, the consequences will be really unpredictable...
Unexpectedly, he took a few steps and had to stop again.
There was a carriage coming from the street. When it got close and opened the curtain, the people inside glanced at Changsun Huan and just nodded and said: "Very good! Very good!"
Then the curtains were lowered and the carriage drove away.
Changsun Huan's whole body was cold. Inside the carriage was the son of Linghu Defen, a senior member of the Guanlong aristocracy, and Linghu Xiuji, who was worshiped by Prince Yousi Yilang...
Changsun Huan had already realized that something was wrong. Zongzheng Temple's refusal to detain him must be a conspiracy. Someone had planned it in advance. Otherwise, even if he had not left the city last night, how could so many people come to Zongzheng Temple even if the time had not passed yet?
In front of the door?
The Guanlong nobles had obviously calculated that instead of leaving the city, they would even come to Zongzheng Temple to surrender...
It is obvious that the Changsun family has fallen into a vicious conspiracy. The most important thing to do at this moment is not to let Zongzheng Temple or Jingzhao Mansion detain him, to characterize his voluntary surrender and take responsibility for the Guanlong children, but to
Meet your father first.
Without sufficient preparation and planning, my father would have been at a loss, focusing on one thing and not the other, and would eventually fall into the trap of a thief!
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, Changsun Huan ran to the carriage, jumped onto the shaft and got into the carriage, shouting quickly: "Go home immediately!"
"Here!"
The coachman responded quickly, stepped onto the shaft of the carriage, raised the whip in his hand high, and flicked a whip in the rain. With a "pop" sound, the horse driving the horse drove off.
But just after driving less than ten feet away, another carriage came towards us. Standing on the shaft of the carriage was a steward of the Changsun family, shouting: "Stop! Stop!"
The carriage that Changsun Huan was riding in slowly stopped.
At this moment, the two officials at the gate of Zongzheng Temple were closing the door. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but look at each other and marveled.
This street is relatively remote. It is raining today and it is not the day of the court meeting. Normally you would not even see a mouse crossing the street. But today it is unusual. There is a car on the left and a car on the right.
Every car is luxurious and elegant, so what exactly is going on?
Changsun Huan opened the car curtain and looked at the car blocking the road in front of him. It was obviously the family's carriage. Just as he was suspicious, he heard the steward on the opposite carriage yelling: "Erlang, the master of the house is in the car, hurry up."
See you soon in the car?"
Changsun Huan was taken aback. Without thinking too much, he quickly jumped out of the carriage, stood beside the carriage and saluted: "My son has seen his father! It's raining so hard, my father should take care of himself. What can I do to my son?"
It won’t be too late to explain it after I get home..."
Before he finished speaking, a loud shout was heard in the opposite carriage. Then the carriage door was kicked open and the curtain was raised. Changsun Wuji's face was twisted ferociously, and he shouted angrily: "Evil son! My eldest grandson's family.
The family is full of loyalty, and has received great love from all the families in Guanlong for generations. As the head of Ji, I bear the responsibility of leading Guanlong. I have never done anything unfaithful, benevolent, unfaithful, and unjust. But now I have lost all of it to you, a crook who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
You are in the hands of an animal! I wish I could cut you into pieces to appease the souls of my ancestors in heaven! Wow, you are so angry!"
Changsun Wuji cursed Changsun Huan like a gust of wind and rain. He scolded Changsun Huan incomprehensibly, and then he spat on the ground, rolled his eyes, and fell on his back in the carriage.