The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 193 Green Clothes
"After Zong murdered Ji, he usurped the military and political power. When he pacified Hebei, Zong planned to keep himself safe. He also saw his father and brother as ghosts several times, so he kept monks and Taoists for hundreds of days and nights to ward off evil spirits. He rested in the execution ground and felt temporarily safe, but he could not sleep when he went into another room. This was even worse in his later years. Therefore, he shaved his head and stepped down from his position in the hope of escaping disaster. The court tried to persuade him to stay, but could not. When they heard that he had become a monk, they gave him the title of Great Awakening Master. Not long after, he went mad and fled to Yizhou, where he died suddenly in the wilderness." - Book of Tang, Biography of Youzhou.

I can't get drunk and I'm sad to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is immersed in the moonlight. The deep fog wets the sails and slowly drifts into the deck. Zhu Jin and Qi Mo sit by the window, holding hands, quietly looking at the silvery lake.

Zhu Jin snuggled on Qi Mo's shoulder, with a faint fragrance lingering around her nose.

I took a long sniff and found myself addicted.

Zhu Jin rubbed Qi Mo's slightly bulging belly for a while, and asked in a gentle voice: "Guess, is it the Jiedushi or Xi Shi?"

Qi Mo remained silent.

"He is a military governor."

"It's time to go." Qi Mo, who was wearing a red dress, avoided answering and said hoarsely, "Being pregnant before marriage makes me ashamed. Go back to Yuncheng and prepare everything, and come to Yanzhou to welcome the bride as soon as possible."

"You're driving me away again!" Zhu Jin was unhappy, but his tone softened: "I want to stay with you for a while longer."

"I sent you across the Qi River to Dunqiu. It's not that I broke the promise, but that you didn't have a good matchmaker. Don't be angry, I'll meet you in autumn." Qi Mo was as sweet and gentle as ever, and his voice had a power that made people inexplicably feel at ease.

Zhu Jin hugged her reluctantly and complained, "The autumn moon in the center of the lake is so attractive, why don't you turn around and talk to me?"

"Because my head is missing, I'm afraid it will scare you."

"what?"

Zhu Jin widened his eyes and looked up at Qi Mo.

At this moment, Qi Mo's head fell to the ground with a bang, and the headless skin spurted blood and let out a creepy "e-e-e" laugh from the depths of his throat. The red dress had turned into a bright red wedding dress, and the head jumped up and down in the cabin, jumping to Zhu Jin's feet, staring up at him with wide eyes.

"I have done anything to let you down."

"How have I ever let you down?"

"Speak up, speak up!"

Every time he spoke, his head banged against the wall.

Zhu Jin's hair stood on end. He subconsciously rolled over and stumbled out, screaming, "I didn't kill you! I didn't kill my wife and uncle at the wedding! I didn't harm your family!"

Bang bang bang!
The bloody head chased out of the cabin.

Zhu Jin was panicking and plunged into the dark Juye Lake. The cold water choked his nose and lungs, and wisps of waterweed entangled his feet. Qi Mo's white face floated in front of him like a shadow, and his nails grabbed his hair: "Speak, speak! Aren't you good at talking and lying? Your own son rebelled, and Zhu Quanzhong killed you, and your family was destroyed, and now you have come to this day!"

Dream, this is a dream!
Zhu Jin yelled.

I have performed hundreds of rituals in the Taoist temple, and my wife and children are definitely resting in peace.

Zhu Jin kicked his legs wildly, trying desperately to wake up, but it was as if he was being held down by a female ghost. His mind was in a state of confusion and he couldn't move at all.

In the end, An Fuqing slapped him in the face several times and pulled him up.

"Ge Congzhou is here, but you're still sleeping!"

"Hu, hu..." Zhu Jin covered his chest and gasped heavily, his face pale and still in shock.

After a confused look, he found that more than half of the followers had dispersed, with only two to three thousand people left, of which the eight hundred cavalry sponsored by Li Keyong accounted for one third. The soldiers looked different, but they all had the same expression on their faces - dull and confused.

Zhu Jin let out a sad sigh in his heart.

He must have the same expression now, because he and these wandering ghosts are heading towards an unknown fate together.

The rebellion of warriors is not just a collective effort to overthrow their superiors, it is also a game of cards.

A set of exquisite dominoes. When it is motionless, it will give off a hallucinogenic illusion, making the military leader think that he still has a lot of chess pieces in his hand and has strong control over his subordinates. But when the first piece falls quietly, it will trigger the Tang Dynasty effect, exposing the cruel truth in an instant.

The truth is that you don't have that much prestige. In other words, all loyalty, ethics, wealth, and fear cannot be compared to your own life.

In order to survive, the eldest son Zhu Yongzhen and his wife Qian teamed up to act as a traitor, and the childhood friend Yan Bao brought people to sneak into his bedroom in the middle of the night to take his head as a token of surrender to Bian.

If he had avoided fighting and stayed put, Yanzhou might have been able to hold out for another year or two. But after narrowly escaping the mutiny, Zhu Jin did not dare to stay for even an hour and hurriedly abandoned his position and army, and set out on a journey of exile with only a thousand yamen soldiers and An Fuqing who were sworn to follow him to death.

He was quite courageous, after all, he made up his mind to flee after he encountered an attempted murder. When the Qi bandits failed to enter Chang'an, Li Maozhen, who sensed that the mood in the army was not right, fled overnight.

"Where are we?" Zhu Jin asked, a little dazed.

"We are almost at Langya City."

Zhu Jin fell silent after hearing this.

Who should I turn to?
Wang Shifan might not be able to resist Zhu Ze, and he probably didn't have the courage to take him in. Wei Bo was a good place to go, but unfortunately the area north of Yanzhou was full of Bian people's scouts, and if he risked passing through, he would be very likely to be captured alive.

He governed Yanzhou, Yizhou, Mizhou, and Haizhou. Yanzhou was a dangerous place, and five out of ten people coveted his head. Yizhou Yin Chubin had betrayed the court and surrendered to the people of Bianzhou. Mizhou Lin Lin had long lost contact with the military government. Haizhou was still safe, but Ge Congzhou was still haunting him and had entered this isolated city in the East China Sea. Once he was besieged, he would be unable to escape...

This is going to push him into a desperate situation.

Ugh!
Ever since he killed Ah Mo's entire family on his wedding night by deceiving them into marriage, he has been having nightmares for eight years, and his luck has been declining. Now, he has no idea where he is.

Is this retribution?

Ha ha.

Zhu Jin wanted to cry.

Is this why Yan Bao's wife and children followed him when he rebelled, while the soldiers watched coldly? Who would truly love a beast like me? It would be better for me to be a yamen officer in Yuncheng for the rest of my life, so that I would not have to endure the torture of having my tongue pulled out and copper poured into my mouth in the underworld.

Zhu Jin regretted it.

I have never regretted so heartbreakingly as I do now.

He suddenly thought of his newlywed wife who was killed by him. I guess A-Mo, who was in tears that year, felt the same way.

"Oh no!" An Fuqing lay on the ground and listened, then flipped up, got on the horse's back, and said anxiously: "I'm afraid the Ge thief is about to catch up. Have you decided where to go? Get away quickly!"

"Go south to Chuzhou and ask to be attached to - Yang Xingmi!" Zhu Jin jumped on the horse and said gritting his teeth.

I hope the natural barrier of the Yangtze River can stop the Zhu thieves.

Zhu Jin clenched the whip tightly, and the sad memories in his heart were once again eroded by raging anger.

Damn nest thieves!
If it weren't for these people disturbing the world, how could he have suddenly had such evil intentions.

The world will only have one more brave general from Yuncheng who is invincible in horse battles, rather than one more stray dog who lives miserably in the south of the Yangtze River!
Fuck the people of Bian!
But we must not let it fall into his hands and give him the opportunity to take revenge, otherwise he will personally lead his army to massacre Bianzhou, and personally cut open Zhu Wen, Zhang Hui, the thief husband and wife, as well as Pang Shigu and Ge Congzhou, and kill them piece by piece to vent his hatred.

Ta-da-da, the sound of horse hooves faded into the dark night.

Finally, Zhu Jin, who was walking at the end of the team, subconsciously looked back to the north.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable wave of fear running down his back.

It seemed like something was floating above my head.

Zhu Jin seemed to see the resentful spirits of Qi Kerang and Qi Mo staring at him from the darkness above Yanzhou. They seemed to want to say something to Zhu Jin, but Zhu Jin could not hear them.

(End of this chapter)