Chapter 403: The Sorrow of Wuhu

Zhao Ji's fleet went down the river and went all the way to Suzhou. As soon as he landed on the shore, teams of imperial guards appeared on the streets, causing the stormy Suzhou to feel inexplicably fear.

Zhao Ji got off the pier first, and there were no rules at this time. There were not many officials greeting the dock. Apart from a team of soldiers, the position in the front head seemed bare, with only Zhao Zong and Yang Jian.

All the officials from Suzhou City were caught in one go, but where could they find the welcome?

"His Majesty……"

Zhao Ji sighed silently, his figure lost a lot, he shook his head, signaling Zhao Zong and Yang Jian not to be too polite, and said straight to the point: "Where are people."

Yang Jian said: "Everyone is taken up, just wait for Your Majesty to investigate."

Zhao Ji nodded with a gloomy face: "Kill people first today, and then deal with the funeral for Chen Ao. I asked one by one, kill one by one."

Zhao Ji swayed with his head high, full of murderous sarcasm, and Zhao Zong and Yang Jian also seemed murderous.

Zhao Ji's words were already very clear. He didn't believe that the unjust killing Chen Ao was done by one person. Jin Shaowen didn't have the courage, and Feng Lu didn't have the courage! It was not one person, but a group!

The famous celebrity in front of Your ***, Zhao Ji's most trusted friend, was killed unjustly and framed. At this moment, Zhao Ji had only one thought - he would rather kill a thousand mistakes than let one go.

Zhao Ji was not a bloodthirsty emperor. Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, he rarely attacked the literati and officials. Even if he committed heinous crimes, most of them were just an exile and an assassination. This is an attitude, an attitude of sharing the world with the literati and officials.

But today, this emperor, who was usually addicted to the voice and color, was covered with clouds, and his whole body became ruthless.

Zhao Ji was not a cold-hearted person. From the beginning to the end, he had countless shortcomings. He was criticized and abused, but there was one thing that he was just a cowardly emperor living in his own world. He was devoted to mountains and rivers, loved calligraphy and painting, admired treasures, strange stones, and hoped for immortality. It is precisely because of these that he had an instinctive disgust towards killing people.

Along the way, Zhao Ji only had a few mouthfuls of porridge in three days, so his steps were a little frivolous, as if he was about to fall down with one foot. However, his hands were clenched into a fist, ready to vent the resentment in his heart at any time.

Yang Jian had already prepared a sedan chair for him. He shook his head and did not sit. He just looked at the sky. Chen Ao's voice and smile seemed to be seen in the sky. Chen Ao's smile looked very annoying. He always seemed to be planning to plot against anyone at all times, even Zhao Ji was not like this, but this smile would never be seen again in the future.

Zhao Ji let out a sigh, his whole chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he was almost unable to breathe; Zhao Ji couldn't bear to go to the sky again. Although the sky was breeze and sunny, it made people feel happy, but every time he looked at it, Zhao Ji's heart seemed to be stung by a bee, which hurts a lot!

No one dared to say much when the emperor was about to leave, let alone at this time, so the soldiers riding horses in front were all dismissed. Yang Jian, Zhao Zong and a long list of imperial guards followed each other, with people everywhere, but they were silent, and even the air became lonely.

The road seemed to have no end, and occasionally someone could not help but cough. The spring breeze blew on his face and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Zhao Ji seemed to be holding Chen Ao's coffin and serving him all the way. He suddenly thought: "Will I have any friends in the future? Like Chen Ao?"

Zhao Ji closed his eyes and sighed, feeling a little headache and light feet. He hadn't eaten for too many days. The anxiety exhausted his last energy. After walking along the way, for half an hour, he was dizzy and then suddenly lost consciousness.

"Your Majesty!" Countless people were stunned by this scene. The first ones to react was Zhao Zong and Yang Jian. They rushed forward to support him, but after all, they were one step late. The emperor, the master who looked down on everything, was so fragile in front of everyone that he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The imperial guards and soldiers began to surge, and many people wanted to rush over, but fortunately, Zhou Bangchang responded very quickly and immediately said: "Don't panic, just stand by."

Zhao Zong had already picked up Zhao Ji. Seeing that Zhao Ji had just fainted, he felt relieved and immediately said, "Come on the sedan chair and call the imperial physician on the boat."

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Zhao Ji woke up quietly. An Ning was sitting on the bed. An Ning was gentle and wiped his forehead that was oozing cold sweat like a kitten. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a few tears on her long eyelashes couldn't bear to fall.

"peaceful……"

"Father." An Ning showed a smile when she saw Zhao Ji awake. This stingy smile was like a budding flower, but her smile flashed slightly. On her pale pretty face, the faint eyes that tried to resist the grief were opened hard, for fear that when she closed her eyes, the tears in her eyes would flow out along her cheeks.

Zhao Ji felt heartbroken and sighed in a low voice: "Silly boy, do you know too? Who told you?"

An Ning was silent and thoughtfully used a wet wipe to twist warm water from the copper basin. Then she sat back and said quietly: "Shen Ao arrived in Suzhou first. His father was restless these days, and he was so generous. He didn't see Shen Ao coming to the dock to welcome him. How could An Ning not know?"

Zhao Ji closed his eyes and didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. At this time, he felt that he was also a person who needed comfort, but who would comfort him?

Zhao Ji forced himself to hold back the gloom in his chest, grabbed An Ning's hand, but sighed, and couldn't say a word.

An Ning's pretty face turned red, and she bit her lip and said, "Father, An Ning has something to say to you."

"Um……"

"An Ning must wear mourning for Shen Ao."

Zhao Ji was stunned and then smiled bitterly, wearing mourning clothes. As the emperor princess, why should she give a man a mourning clothes? Unless she is Shen Ao's wife.

No, no, Zhao Ji shook his head, and there was still a last trace of clarity in his heart. Everyone was dead, but his daughter still wanted to find a son-in-law to ride on the dragon. If he put mourning on Shen Ao, wouldn’t he tell the people of the world that An Ning had married a wife and had to be a widow before he even passed the door?

An Ning closed her eyes, and tears flowed out from her eyes, gathering into small canals and streams on her cheeks, dripping along her sharp chin onto the bed.

When she opened her eyes, her pretty face became unspeakable and determined, and she said, "Father, in the heart of her daughter, there is no better husband in the world than Shen Ao. When the father issued an order to marry, the moment Shen Ao stood out, An Ning made up her mind that in this world, Shen Ao would not marry."

"..." Zhao Ji was silent.

An Ning took out his courage from somewhere and continued, "If my father really feels sorry for An Ning, let's make An Ning happy. Although An Ning and Shen Ao only have a few encounters, I know that only he knows what I think best in this world..."

"..." Zhao Ji sighed again, as if he was hesitating.

An Ning couldn't speak anymore, just coughed desperately.

Zhao Ji was startled and immediately supported himself and gently rubbed her back and back.

The father and daughter fell into silence, only sighing and coughing. Time seemed to pass very slowly, and it seemed that it would pass in a blink of an eye. In this bedroom, no one dared to come in and disturb him.

An Ning wiped away the tears, her face was like pear blossoms, curled up like a gentle kitten, and said, "An Ning sings a song for her father."

Zhao Ji nodded with difficulty, as if something was blocking his throat, making him speechless.

An Ning sat on the collapsed side, leaned on the carved tent in front of the couch, shrank his legs, his eyes deep, looked at the light gauze in front of him, and sang in a low voice: "The thin fur is a small pillow in the cool sky, and I feel the taste of separation. I toss and turns and turn and turn, but I still sleep again when I get up. After all, I don't sleep, and I've been waiting to move back, but I've tried to make plans. I think thousands of thoughts and help them to understand each other, but I'm so lonely and disgusted. I have to hold my heart for the rest of my life, and I've let you down thousands of tears..."

She sang a few words, accompanied by a few coughs, and her face looked even more ugly.

Zhao Ji just listened, gently stroked her back, and was speechless.

After An Ning finished singing, Zhao Ji asked, "Is this a lyric of Chen Ao?"

"It was made by An Ning, Mr. Chen has modified it."

An Ning would rather call Mr. Chen, as if only in this way could she narrow the distance between her and Shen Ao.

Zhao Ji sighed and said, "I have stopped many times, but after all, Chen Ao's plan was successful. Alas, even if he dies, he will suck my bones and marrow at me. He is such a person who refuses to suffer losses." This sentence seemed to be complaining, but it was a bit warm and more complicated. After swaying from side to side, he held An Ning's hand and said, "Forget it, forgot, I will fulfill you."

An Ning nodded, her shoulders twitched slightly, and her tears finally stopped suppressing her tears, and she threw herself into Zhao Ji's arms and started crying.

An hour later, Zhao Ji drank a bowl of rice porridge and finally recovered a little. Yang Jian and Zhao Zong knelt in and remained silent.

Wearing a Tongtian crown and a crown robe, Zhao Ji's whole body became sacred. He walked down the ground, his eyes swept left and right through the bead curtain in front of the Tongtian crown, and his eyes became sharper.

"Have everyone come?"

"Report to Your Majesty, 124 criminals from Suzhou Prefecture are all awaiting trial."

"The rest of the fish and shrimps will be thrown aside for the time being. Suzhou prefect Chang Luo, Jiangnan West Road envoy Jin Shaowen, Suzhou Prefect Feng Lu, these people will be brought to the hall first. I will ask them first. And their families will control this account. I will settle it with them slowly!"

"The family has been controlled, and no one has left behind. But..."

"you say."

Yang Jian said indifferently: "Your Majesty, I learned that the deputy governor Cai You arrived in Suzhou twenty days ago and has been living in the Bureau of Arts."

"Cai You?" Zhao Ji was slightly stunned, then sneered: "When you say this, I have a little bit of a look. Humph, he is too presumptuous. Fortunately, I treat him well and take him up."

"I've been banned. I've said a brave word. Cai You can't get rid of this matter."

Zhao Ji snorted coldly: "If you can't get rid of it, let him die." After saying this word "death", Zhao Ji had already walked out of his sleep in his long crown garment. The weather outside was cloudless, and it was so refreshing that it was inconsistent with the solemn atmosphere. Zhao Ji seemed to be no one around and strided away.

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The Suzhou government office has been completely controlled by the imperial guards. Now the officers kneel under the screen wall outside the yamen and dare not leave. Under the corridor, there are criminals with wooden shackles. These ordinary masters are now wearing prison clothes and are dejected. In this silence, many people are already in a state of turmoil. Most people still don’t know what happened, but what they found in front of them tells them that all this is too abnormal and so abnormal that it makes people breathless.

The punishment cannot be punished by the doctor, and the courtesy cannot be submissive to the common people. This rule has been broken at this moment and has not been convicted yet. They are treated worse than ordinary prisoners. This is unprecedented since the founding of the Song Dynasty.

But what is hidden behind this storm?

Only a few people knew that Cai You and Feng Lu were kneeling on the ground, and their bodies couldn't help but start to tremble. Especially Feng Lu, who had fainted several times. He knew in his heart that even Cai You could not be spared, and he had no way out.

However, although Cai You was frightened and uneasy, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart. He knew the official family too well. He was a person who was always good at planning. When his head was hot, he might stubbornly do something, but in a short while, he would become indecisive again.

What's more, Cai You was deeply loved by the holy family. He had a very good relationship with His Majesty back then. He walked in and out of the palace and was like walking on flat ground. Cai You thought with luck: "As long as His Majesty sees himself and feels soft, he will definitely lose his temper."

Cai You was even a little proud. When he removed the shackles, he walked to the official house with a swagger and sat down to see these Suzhou officials in trouble. It was also a pleasure. I believe that Jin Shaowen and Feng Lu would be surprised when they met!

As for Jin Shaowen next to Cai You, he was indescribable calm. He pursed his lips. Although his hair was disheveled and his hair was a little swollen, he still maintained a straight kneeling posture. He just looked at the deep gate of the yamen hall and saw several imperial guards entering and leaving nervously.

The setting sun shone, and the ceiling that just passed by the corridor shone on them, making their faces with their own thoughts clearer.

During the silence, a harsh voice suddenly came: "The emperor is here..."

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Chapter completed!