People in the Song Dynasty were lawless

Chapter 287 Our family has no fate

June 27, noon.

In order to celebrate the Queen's birthday, the emperor held a family banquet in the back garden and invited many prime ministers to the banquet.

In the afternoon, news of a major rebellion spread throughout Bianliang.

Almost within two-quarters of an hour after the incident, Fan Zhongyan took Zhao Zhen's imperial edict and the Privy Council's order to mobilize more than 20,000 people in the forbidden military camps on the left and right sides, and controlled all the city gates in Bianliang.

All the city gates were closed, and all the streets were filled with soldiers patrolling and conducting strict inspections. The news that Zhao Zhen had been assassinated quickly spread.

At the same time, thousands of imperial guards in Bianliang also immediately launched action.

In Ma Mansion, Ma Zhengju was anxiously waiting for news. The three yamen in the Song Dynasty were often the gathering places for the children of powerful people and had little real power, so they were often called yamen.

Since they have no real power, they cannot enter the palace. But they have connections. Some relatives, children, and friends in the family hold positions in the imperial army and even the palace guards, so they can influence the palace guards.

Zhao Yunrang and his son were two generations of spare children. As Zhao Zhen's eldest son and second son were born one after another and grew up healthy, his family's dream of being emperor was completely shattered, and Zhao Yunrang fell into madness.

It happened that the imperial court was dealing with redundant troops, which seriously harmed the interests of these noble sons and daughters. He found these people and together they constructed a terrible and daring plan.

Those guards are all members of the noble families and are tied to the interests of the family. Once the family falls, they will also fall into the abyss. Therefore, even if the noble families have no real power, they can only give it a try.

Now is the time to wait for news.

"Why no news yet?"

Ma Zhengju walked anxiously around the room, his whole expression extremely excited, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

Han Yunsheng next to him was almost knocked unconscious by him and said: "Sit down first, what's the use of being anxious?"

"Can you not be in a hurry?"

Ma Zhengju walked quickly to the coffee table. He took two sips of tea. He glanced at Wang Shilong who was leisurely reading next to him. He couldn't help but frown and said, "It's so urgent. Are you still reading? Are you usually a reader?"

"I still need to read the book. Winning won't show that I am calm and composed."

Wang Shilong was actually shaking too, because his hands were shaking uncontrollably, so he had to grab something to relieve his mood.

"What if we lose?"

"If you lose, you'll lose everything. You're going to die anyway, so if you do something you've never done before before you die, you won't have any regrets."

"You are ignorant and incompetent, but at this point you start to deceive yourself and others?"

Ma Zhengju sneered.

Zhao Kaiji stood in the hall, looked out the door and murmured to himself: "I really don't know whether we will live or die after today?"

"We have done everything we have to do. It depends on God's will. If we don't do anything, we will definitely die."

Yang Rende said calmly.

At this point in time, the rest really just depends on God’s will.

If everything goes well, the palace troops will raid Zhao Zhen and others, kill them all, and then escape through Gongchenmen.

There are people there for them to pick up.

The news will be sent as soon as possible, and then they will immediately contact all the noble disciples of the generals and support Zhao Zongshi, the son of Dazongzheng Zhao Yunrang, as the emperor.

Since Zhao Zongshi is only twelve years old this year, Da Zongzheng will naturally be the regent. When the time comes, he will issue an order to pardon everyone's sins.

So whether it's what they did in the army, assassination of an imperial envoy, or rebellion, in the end they only need to introduce a few scapegoats and kill a few dead soldiers, and the matter will be settled.

Everyone wants things to go in this direction.

However, as the saying goes, if everything goes well, our paths will never cross again, but it never goes well.

While everyone was anxiously waiting for the news, hundreds of soldiers from the Imperial City Guard rushed into the streets and blocked the front and back doors of Ma Mansion.

"boom!"

As the sledgehammer smashed through the gate, more than a dozen ladders were set up on the wall, and countless soldiers rushed in.

The servants of Ma Mansion were all shocked by this scene, and they crawled and ran into the yard.

"Jia Jun, Jia Jun, the Imperial City Secretary has come in!"

they shouted.

The soldiers of the Imperial City Division were dressed differently from ordinary Forbidden Army soldiers, and everyone in Bianliang knew them.

Everyone in the courtyard heard this.

Ma Zheng raised his legs and felt weak, and his lower body started to get wet. Yang Rende fell directly to the ground, his face pale.

Han Yunsheng sat on the chair and suddenly burst into tears. Zhao Kaiji stood there stunned, without any change.

Only Wang Shilong threw away the book in his hand, pulled out the knife from his waist, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.

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Today is a huge disaster for the entire Bianliang family.

Outside Gui'er Temple on West Street, next to the tea stall.

In recent years, with the imperial court's bloodletting and liberalization of commerce and agriculture, the private commodity economy has become more and more prosperous. People have money in their hands, and their expenses have naturally increased.

Bianliang has undergone the biggest change. Zhao Jun promoted the development of folk culture, promoted the development of opera, novels, publications, etc., and brought the printing industry in Bianliang to a higher level.

In addition to drinking tea, ordinary people can read newspapers and magazines at the tea stalls. In places such as Fanlou, Wase, and Wudang, you can also listen to dramas and listen to scholars' lectures, but the only difference is cross talk and Peking opera.

At this time, several tea patrons at the tea stall were reading the previous issue of the newspaper and chatting about the news of the imperial court in recent times.

"Angels have been assassinated, why hasn't there been any movement from the court?"

"What news do you want?"

"The bigger the noise, the better."

"I heard that many people were arrested in the military camp."

"What's the use of arresting this few people? Even a fool knows there's someone behind this."

"Hey, you can't tell, but Brother Zhang is quite knowledgeable."

"That is."

"Then tell me, who are behind this?"

"Who could it be?"

One of the young tea patrons looked across the street corner.

That is the noble Wang family, known as the Wang family of the Nine Courtyards. In Bianliang, where every inch of land is precious, there are nine mansions covering an area of ​​dozens of acres.

"Brother Zhang is very courageous. Aren't you afraid that people will find excuses to put you in jail?"

"Brother Li, we have been friends over tea for half a year."

"Yes."

"It's true that our friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but we haven't told you a thing."

"what's up."

"My father, Zhang Erhe."

"It turns out he is the son of Ducha Yushi family."

The tea guest named Li was in awe.

"Hey, it's all just a false name."

Zhang Chake waved his hand.

"Brother Zhang is not afraid of them, but we and other Shengdou juniors are."

Li Chake shook his head and said.

"If you ask me, the imperial court should strike hard and deal with them severely!"

Zhang Chake slapped the table and said.

"But the news of the angel's assassination has reached Bianliang for two or three days. There may be internal reasons."

"What internal reason?"

"I don't dare to say, Brother Zhang can guess for himself."

"Cao"

"Hush Ba Yao Ming?"

"Oh, I can't wait to chop off the heads of these noble dogs!"

Zhang Chake was very angry.

In the past few days, news of the assassination of an envoy sent by the imperial court to check military status has also spread.

As a result, people found that there was no movement from the court.

For a time, all kinds of conspiracy theories and insider claims were noisy, and the people of Bianliang were all outraged. But that was when the tea guests around him were talking a lot about the injustice of the imperial court.

Suddenly, countless Imperial City Guards came to the street.

The tea guests were shocked.

Someone patted his thigh and said, "It's broken. Come and arrest us."

"I told you to speak less ill of the court in normal times, but be careful now."

"Whatever I'm afraid of, I can catch them wherever they want. I have a clear conscience."

Some of the many tea drinkers hurriedly dispersed, while others' calves were still trembling.

Because Zhao Jun founded a newspaper, people often criticized current affairs after meals, and there were many people who talked about politics.

It was said in the past that the imperial court was generous and would not arrest people randomly as long as it was not obvious, but no one expected that they would actually be arrested this time.

There was chaos at the tea stall for a while.

However, while many gossipy politicians were fleeing in panic, the guards from the Imperial City Division seemed to turn a blind eye to them and rushed directly to the Wang family's residence.

"Surround it."

"The magistrate said not to let anyone go."

"Quick, quick, catch them all."

The imperial guards swarmed in and surrounded the palace three floors inside and three floors outside, and then rushed in to get people.

Not only the various mansions, but also the noble disciples who were enjoying themselves wantonly in brothels and restaurants in Bianliang. They were wanted everywhere in the city, and troops all over the city searched the streets. In an instant, the whole Bianliang was in a state of panic.

The tea patrons at the tea stall were stunned.

After a long time, they saw the imperial guards dragging the head of the Wang family out like a dead dog. Only then did many people understand that this time the court was finally going to take action.

"Who said just now that there was no movement in the court? Didn't they arrest everyone?"

"Why are you arresting me now?"

"Don't you have to find someone and find evidence? Like you, you just slap your head and say who did it. What should you do if you frame a good person?"

"All right."

Many politicians with loud mouths couldn't help but shut their mouths.

In addition to the large and small streets of Bianliang and the mansions of various noble generals, the imperial guards of the Imperial City were shuttled around, as well as the elite soldiers transferred by Fan Zhongyan from the left and right wings.

On the east side of Longmen Street in the outer city scene, where the former Tenth Palace was now the Muqin Residence, an unknown number of soldiers were pouring in.

Although Muqinzhai is in the outer city, it is very prosperous because it is close to the inner city.

The whole place is said to be a residence, but in fact it is like a palace. It is more than 600 meters long from north to south and 1,125 meters wide from east to west. It has almost 800 or 900 acres of land, covering an area of ​​1 Lifang City.

A large number of close relatives and clans from the fifth server live here. Among them, the mansion of Zhao Yunrang, the great Zongzheng family, is the most luxurious, with walls stretching from front to back and numerous palaces.

The sudden siege by the army made the clan members of Mu Qin's house almost pee with fear.

Many clans closed their doors and windows almost instinctively, and many people carefully used ladders to put up on the walls and poked their heads out to see the people outside.

But what made them feel a little relieved was that it was not directed at them.

The guards rushed outside the Zhao Yunrang family's residence in a swarm. There were at least thousands of them, and they surrounded the entire residence, making it completely airtight.

"what happened?"

When a clan member saw this scene, he wondered: "Why are so many traitors and troops coming outside our house?"

"Who knows where to go?"

"Don't they know where this place is? We are having a kiss with the official family."

"It seems that he is not here for us, but for Da Zongzheng's family."

"Look here quickly."

Many clan members looked at the situation outside.

And Zhao Yunrang's family had long been in chaos.

Zhao Yun asked himself to sit cross-legged in the backyard. There was a temple in the courtyard. He was holding beads in his hand, and Zhao Zongshi was kneeling next to him.

That was an ignorant young man. He was only twelve years old and didn't understand anything.

I just heard from my father that today is the most important time in his life, so I came over to worship the Bodhisattva with my father.

At this time, Zhao Zongyi, the eldest son of Zhao Yunrang, ran in with a cry and said: "Father, the Imperial City Imperial Guards outside have surrounded our home."

"Snapped!"

The beads in his hand instantly fell to the ground.

"Father."

Zhao Zongshi raised his head and looked at Zhao Yunrang.

Zhao Zongyi opened his eyes wide because he actually saw that his father's energy and energy seemed to have been drained out of him at that moment.

A person seems to have become two people from one second to the next, and he has aged twenty years in an instant.

"I see."

Zhao Yunrang didn't say much, just nodded lightly.

"Father, what should I do? There are people outside."

Zhao Zongyi said anxiously.

"I said I got it."

Zhao Yunrang slowly stood up and said: "You just wait in your own house. Life or death depends on your destiny. Zong Shi, come with father."

"Yes."

Zhao Zongshi didn't understand, but he still got up and left with him.

Zhao Yunrang staggered and almost staggered into his room.

The decoration in the room is very simple, so simple that it is difficult to imagine that this is a large and honest room in charge of the entire Bianliang clan.

Outside is a study room with some books. There are no valuable antique calligraphy and paintings, and no other decorations. There are only a few bookshelves, a table and a chair. On the table are the Four Treasures of the Study.

Zhao Yunrang asked Zhao Zongshi to sit behind the desk, touched his head, and said with a smile: "Zongshi."

"Father?"

"Succeed as king or lose as bandit, our family doesn't have that fate."

"The kid doesn't understand."

“It’s okay if you don’t understand, it’s okay if you don’t understand.”

Zhao Yunrang nodded and said to him: "Just sit here and don't move."

"Yes."

Zhao Zongshi sat there honestly.

Zhao Yunrang walked into the back room.

The furnishings in the back room are equally simple. Zhao Yunrang had three wives, the first two of whom died of illness.

The last one is Zhao Zongshi's biological mother, Ren, who is sitting in the back room at this time.

When she saw Zhao Yunrang coming in, she trembled all over.

"Husband and wife are one."

Zhao Yunrang sighed: "I'll go first, you can come later."

He walked to the table in the room, and there was a small porcelain bottle on the table.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Yunrang took the small porcelain bottle, uncovered the red cloth on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

That's a bottle of poison.

But the toxicity doesn't set in that quickly.

He sat down and looked at Ren with calm and gentle eyes.

Ren laughed sadly and raised her head to look at the beam.

A piece of white silk had long been hung on the beam. The breeze slowly came in from the window, causing the white silk to sway gently...

　Currently, 6.7 words have been updated in 10 days, which is 6700 words per day.

　　I was in good condition before and could maintain it for two updates. However, it turned out that I was probably infected with mycoplasma again yesterday. I felt dizzy and coughed again. My condition was very bad and uncomfortable.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)