On November 28th, early in the morning, it was still bright. Yang Yu, the young minister of Dali Temple, rushed to Prince Su's Mansion on horseback and slammed the copper ring on the door of the mansion.
After a while, a guard from Prince Su's mansion opened the door and looked at Yang Yu who was standing outside the door suspiciously.
Yang Yu didn't bother to explain. When he saw the door of the mansion opened, he wanted to break in, but was blocked by the guard.
It's no wonder, after all, the guards in Prince Su's Mansion are all veterans of the Dredging Army. Although they are a bit older, their strength is not comparable to that of a civil servant like Yang Yu.
Seeing this, Yang Yu had no choice but to take out his token and identify himself: "I am Yang Yu, the young minister of Dali Temple. I have an urgent matter and I want to see His Highness Prince Su. I hope that Brother Fu Wei will be accommodating."
The guard looked at Yang Yu suspiciously. Although Yang Yu's official uniform didn't look fake, he still had some doubts in his heart, so he called an old guard whom he called Xiao Huang and said, "Xiao Huang,
This Lord Yang is the young minister of Dali Temple. He wishes to see His Highness. You take him to the backyard and let the Lords of Zongwei make their decision."
"Okay." The old guard nodded and led Yang Yu around the front yard to the backyard.
By chance, when passing by the backyard courtyard, Zongwei Mu Qing and Lu Mu were playing in the courtyard, sparring with each other.
Seeing this, Yang Yu ignored the recommendation of the old guard and walked forward on his own: "Two, two."
Mu Qing and Lu Mu stopped and looked at Yang Yu in surprise. Of course they recognized the young minister of Dali Temple, so they smiled and walked up to say hello: "Master young minister, why are you here?"
However, Yang Yu did not bother to talk to the two Zongwei, Lu Mu and Mu Qing, and said urgently: "Two masters of the Zongwei, I want to see His Highness King Su for an urgent matter."
Lu Mu and Mu Qing were stunned, then waved their hands to dismiss the old guard, and then the former asked in confusion: "What happened?"
Yang Yu turned his head and watched the old guard walk away, then lowered his voice and said to Lu Mu and Mu Qing: "Feng Guan is dead!"
Lu Mu was stunned and didn't react for a moment, but Mu Qing did, and frowned and asked: "The family order of Uncle Feng Guan, Marquis of Yuanling?"
"Yes!" Yang Yu nodded and said with an annoyed look on his face.
Lu Mu and Mu Qing looked at each other and immediately brought Yang Yu to Beiyuan.
Although there are many mistresses living in Beiyuan, as Zhao Hongrun's most trusted Zongwei, Lu Mu and Mu Qing certainly know which small garden their highnesses slept in last night - at Miss Su's place.
"who?"
Maybe it was the knocking on the door that alerted Wei Jiao, the chief of the clan who was sleeping on the first floor. After a while, Wei Jiao carefully opened the door of the attic a little with a knife. When he saw that there were Lu Mu and Mu Qing outside the door.
Finally, Wei Jiao opened the door and said angrily: "It's so early in the morning, you two have eaten enough to hold on?... It's not like you don't know His Highness's temper. If you wake up His Highness, you two..."
As soon as he said this, Wei Jiao saw Yang Yu, the young minister of Dali Temple, standing behind Lu Mu and Mu Qing, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Of course he also recognized Yang Yu.
"Master Shaoqing?" Wei Jiao looked surprised.
Seeing this, although Yang Yu briefly explained to Wei Jiao the matter of "Yuanling Hou's family order Feng Guan died in the Dali Temple prison", Wei Jiao looked solemn and immediately nodded and said: "Master Shaoqing, please come in."
Let’s rest for a while in the attic, and Wei will immediately go to report to His Highness.”
After saying that, Wei Jiao turned around and ran up to the second floor.
A moment later, Zhao Hongrun's scolding came from the second floor: "Wei Jiao, you are so full..."
Immediately, the scolding stopped abruptly.
"Your Highness has learned about this." Mu Qing said with a half-smile, and then said to Yang Yu: "Yang Shaoqing, if your Highness offends Lord Shaoqing later, please forgive me, Lord Shaoqing, my Highness...well...
, nine times out of ten you will be in a bad temper when you wake up in the morning."
Yang Yu nodded to express his understanding.
Sure enough, after a while, Zhao Hongrun walked down the attic with a gloomy look. When he saw Yang Yu, he said in an unhappy tone: "Then Feng Guan is dead? What's going on?"
Because Mu Qing had already greeted him in advance, Yang Yu didn't care. He cupped his hands and explained: "Your Highness Prince Su, please calm down. I don't know what happened specifically. That Feng Guan was fine yesterday, but this morning the jailer
When I went to look at it again, I saw that this man had died in the prison, and there was something on the wall inside the prison... Hey, I can't tell you clearly. Mr. Lao Qingzheng ordered me to come and invite His Highness Prince Su immediately. I believe that when I get there, His Highness
That’s clear.”
Zhao Hongrun frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then ordered: "Prepare the horse."
After about an hour of burning incense, Zhao Hongrun led Zongwei Weijiao, Lu Mu, and Mu Qing, as well as Yang Yu, the young minister of Dali Temple, each riding a fast horse, and galloped on the road to Dali Temple, causing a lot of crowds on the road.
Sideways glance.
Fortunately, there are fewer people walking on the road at this moment. Otherwise, I believe there will be many people cursing Zhao Hongrun in their hearts. It seems that the young masters in Jinfu who are galloping around in Daliang City are most likely to be the sons of officials with bad records.
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About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Hongrun, his master and servant, and Yang Yu arrived outside the official gate of Dali Temple.
At this time, outside the official door of Dali Temple, there was an official with an impressive appearance. After seeing Zhao Hongrun and Shaoqing Yang Yu, he walked a few steps forward, bowed his hands and said, "Duancheng has returned home, here he is.
I'm waiting for His Majesty Prince Su to arrive." After that, he explained to Yang Yu: "Your Majesty, Your Excellency, ordered me to wait here."
"Hmm." Yang Yu nodded and handed the horse's rein to the official of Dali Temple who came forward to greet him.
At this time, Zongwei Mu Qing looked at Duan Cheng returning with a look of surprise on his face: "Is it you? I recognize you."
Duan Cheng Shen Gui looked at Mu Qing doubtfully.
Seeing this, Mu Qing smiled and said: "My name is Mu Qing...Have you forgotten? I brought 500 guards with me to search your Dali Temple. Didn't I meet you at that time?"
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Duan Cheng Shen Gui looked at Mu Qing carefully, and then said with a smile: "It turns out that the 'commander' at that time was Lord Zong Wei. How disrespectful."
Mu Qing chuckled, and then he seemed to have thought of something. He looked Duan Cheng and Shen Gui up and down and said, "Brother, that's not good. You were Duan Cheng five years ago. Why are you still Duan Cheng now?"
"..." Duan Cheng Shen Gui opened his mouth, somewhat dumbfounded.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun glared at Mu Qing, frowned and said, "Let's talk about old times later. Let's go to the mansion first."
After hearing this, Shaoqing Yang Yu guided the way: "Your Highness, Prince Su, please come this way."
With that said, he led Zhao Hongrun into the mansion.
Zong Wei Wei Jiao and Lu Mu glanced at Mu Qing, shook their heads, and followed.
"I just said it casually." Mu Qing scratched his head and caught up.
Looking deeply at Zong Wei Mu Qing's leaving figure, Duan Cheng Shen Gui frowned imperceptibly.
Immediately, he also caught up.
Under Yang Yu's guidance, Zhao Hongrun came to the prison of Dali Temple.
At this time, the originally dimly lit Dali Temple Prison was now brightly lit. A row of jailors, holding knives and torches, stood neatly in the prison corridor. The solemn atmosphere made those who usually have the courage to quarrel with the jailers to act poor.
The prisoners did not dare to act recklessly at this moment. They crowded into the corridor side of the cell and watched what was going on.
Under the gazes of the guards and prisoners, Zhao Hongrun waved his sleeves and strode to the other side of the aisle.
During this period, one prisoner laughed and joked: "Hey, whose young master..."
Just as he said this, his voice stopped abruptly, because Zhao Hongrun glanced at him, and his sharp eyes made the prisoner subconsciously shut up.
A moment later, after Zhao Hongrun passed by, the prisoners in the prison asked some of the jailers who had a good relationship with them - after all, some of the jailers had received money from them in private.
"Brother, brother, who is that person just now? He is so powerful at such a young age."
Several jailers glanced at the corridor and saw that Zhao Hongrun and his party had gone away, so they whispered with a bit of joking: "Sun DaDa, your boy is really brave. How dare you make fun of His Highness, Prince Su?"
"King Su?"
"King Su Zhao Run?!"
Hearing this, a deliberately suppressed exclamation sounded in the prison, and the prisoner who had teased Zhao Hongrun just now shrank his neck subconsciously.
It’s no wonder, after all, in the eyes of these prisoners, thugs, and ruffians, King Su Zhao Run was a ruthless man. He defeated the Chu State three times and overthrew the Qin and Korean people. It is said that the enemy soldiers died indirectly under the orders of His Highness.
, there are hundreds of thousands of people so far.
Especially the "Battle of Sanchuan of Wei and Qin", a battle in which the entire Qin army of 200,000 was wiped out.
It seems that such a decisive and decisive prince, even a desperado, still feels sad in his heart.
No, the prisoner who had just teased Zhao Hongrun immediately praised him: "It turns out to be His Royal Highness Prince Su. He is indeed mighty and worthy of being a hero of our great Wei Dynasty!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of echoing voices from the prisoners in the prison.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun, led by Shaoqing Yang Yu, had arrived at the prison where Feng Guan, the Marquis of Yuanling's family, was imprisoned.
Outside the prison door, Dali Temple Qingzheng Xu Rong frowned with a worried look on his face.
"Master Xu."
"His Royal Highness King Su."
After greeting each other, Dali Temple Qingzheng Xu Rong led Zhao Hongrun into prison.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun saw Feng Guan leaning against the wall at a glance, and asked: "What was the cause of death?"
Xu Rong of Dali Temple stroked his beard, frowned and said: "According to Wu Zuo's preliminary judgment, he should have died from poisoning."
Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun looked at Xu Rong in confusion.
Because in his opinion, it was obvious that Feng Guan felt ashamed of Yuanling Marquis Feng Shu, and thought he had no face to see the latter, so he committed suicide in prison by taking poison. But why did Dali Temple Qingzheng Xu Rong and Shaoqing Yang Yu look so different?
of solemnity.
Seemingly noticing the confusion on Zhao Hongrun's face, Xu Rong sighed softly and whispered: "As long as your Highness sees this, you will understand why I asked Yang Shaoqing to invite Your Highness."
As he spoke, he reached out and took the torch from a jailer's hand, approaching one of the walls of the prison.
Only then did Zhao Hongrun notice the faint dark red writing on the wall, as if someone had written on the wall with blood.
"What is this?" Zhao Hongrun asked in confusion.
Xu Rong glanced at Feng Guan's body and whispered: "This is a confession written in blood by biting his finger with his teeth before committing suicide by taking poison. In the article, he admitted that it was Marquis Yuanling who ordered him to jail.
He stole by himself, bribed a group of bad guys, deliberately destroyed the property of the Yuanling Marquis family, and ruined the reputation of His Highness Prince Su..."
"Ah?" Zhao Hongrun was stunned when he heard this.
Because based on what he saw in the Daliang Mansion that day, he did not think that the incident was done by Uncle Feng, Marquis of Yuanling.
But today, Fengguan, the family commander of the Yuanlinghou Mansion, identified Uncle Feng, the Marquis of Yuanling, before he died?
What is this?
Could it be that Fengguan felt that Marquis Yuanling didn't save him and held a grudge, so he tricked the latter before his death?