On the seventh day of the first month of the seventeenth year of Emperor Yuan, the fourth emperor of Great Chu died. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to the usual practice, the capital is under martial law, and the whole city mourns.

The death knell rang 30,000 times at noon, and the ministers and the women inside and outside entered the palace to cry and mourn.

Under the persuasion of the ministers, the crown prince Chu Zhaoheng endured the pain of handling political affairs, and at the same time ordered to announce to the whole country, "The father and the emperor read the border war before his death", and the funeral of Emperor Yuan will be carried out after the victory of the war between the north and the south.

After Ji Anbo learned the news of Emperor Yuan's death, he was recruited into the palace, and the people he sent to deliver the letter naturally could not get out of the capital because of the martial law in the whole city.

After the night of the vigil, when Ji Anbo dragged his tired steps out of the palace, he saw that the Ouchi guards and the Imperial Forest Army guarding the gate of the palace were all fresh faces, he was taken aback, and returned to the mansion in a sedan chair, and his wife and daughter-in-law were not at home.

"Sir, you can come back. Madame, they are still in the palace. Just now, there was a rumor in the palace that the lady and her wife were temporarily staying in the palace to accompany the queen. When the housekeeper saw that Ji Anbo had returned, he hurriedly said goodbye as if he had seen a savior.

The masters of the family were not there, and a few aunts couldn't make up their minds, except for ordering the house to remove the red things and hang the white lanterns, he didn't dare to make decisions about the rest.

"How's it going in town?" On the way home, the streets were very quiet.

"Master, the slaves have been guarding the mansion, I heard that many officers and soldiers came out to clear the road last night, maybe everyone will not dare to go out today."

"What about the people I sent out?"

"Martial law was imposed in the city last night, and we are not allowed to go out or enter."

Ji Anbo had a feeling of uneasiness, overnight, as if the sky had changed?

Chu Zhaoheng was able to replace the Ouchi guards and the Imperial Forest Army in one night, and there were still many officers and soldiers clearing the road? "You go to the city gate in person, go to the east gate, and ask Captain Min to see what else is going on."

After Ji Anbo instructed the housekeeper to do it, he called a few more subordinates and ordered them to go out to find Zhao Yiquan and others.

Half an hour later, they came back one after another to find people, and these officials were either keeping vigil in the palace or were sent on errands, not to mention coming to see Ji Anbo, and even the opportunity to say a word was watched by the people in the palace.

The housekeeper who went to the east gate was the last to come back.

He clutched his waist and limped through the door.

"What's going on?" Ji Anbo looked at the housekeeper's clothes, it was clear that there were footprints, in the capital, who dared to beat him so arrogantly as the big housekeeper of the Liu Mansion?

"Master, minion, the minion went to the east gate, and the officers and soldiers guarding the city have not seen it. The servants said that they were looking for Captain Min, but the officers and soldiers said they didn't know each other. "The chief butler of Ji'anbo Mansion is usually a little majestic, and seeing that those officers and soldiers are arrogant, he asks the bosses of those officers and soldiers to come out and speak.

I don't want to, the boss of these officers and soldiers came out and kicked them over directly, "Lao Tzu is in charge of guarding the city gate, you are an old minion, what are you here to inquire about?" If you don't get out, I'll send you to prison. ”

Ji Anbo ran out of ideas for a while, by the way, where is Liu Qin?

As soon as the housekeeper heard that Liu Zhao mentioned the Third Prince's Mansion, he said the news he had just heard, "The prince and the prince's concubines and concubines have all gone to the palace to keep their spirits." By the way, master, on the way back from the minion, I saw that the guards in the palace had a string of clan relatives and lords, and they were going to be sent to the prison of Dali Temple. ”

Ji Anbo only felt that in the winter, there was some cold sweat on his forehead, as if suddenly, his every move fell under the noses of others. Those few clan relatives are all Chu Zhaoye's people, what will happen after they are sent to Dali Temple?

The clansmen who were sent to the prison were hungry and tired, and after being detained yesterday, they froze in the palace overnight, and were dragged to the prison of Dali Temple in the morning.

Along the way, the guards were like pigs and dogs, a rope put them into a string, just like parade through the streets, from the palace to the Dali Temple prison, a little delay, is a leather whip.

This night, as long as someone dared to scream, the guards came up with a mouth. Several people had slap prints on their faces, and they didn't dare to call anymore.

Along the way, the superiority of these clansmen in the past is gone.

went to prison and was directly pushed into the torture room.

The torture room of Dali Temple, as soon as you enter the door, there is a table on the left, where pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are placed, and all kinds of torture instruments are available on the four walls. There were still blood stains on a few torture instruments, and the blood was still bright red.

A brazier fell from the roof, and a torch was inserted on the left and right walls.

Chu Zhaoheng actually sat behind the interrogation table, still wearing a yellow prince's costume, wearing a golden crown, and his face was like a crown of jade, and he still looked gentle and elegant in the past. It's just that the firelight jumps on his face, casting shadows from time to time, and after watching it for a long time, it makes people feel a little more gloomy.

Dali Temple Qing You Tianfang stood next to Chu Zhaoheng, saw a few clan relatives come in, bowed down and asked Chu Zhaoheng for instructions, "Your Highness, look-"

"In the prison of your Dali Temple, naturally you will be tried. I'm just here to hear it. Chu Zhaoheng said slowly.

You Tianfang bowed down and received the order, and asked people to stand these clan masters against the wall on the right one by one, and untie the pull rope that tied the wrist.

These clan relatives became tied with their hands tied one by one, and when they saw Chu Zhaoheng, one of them shouted loudly, "His Royal Highness the Prince, you treat the clan relatives like this, aren't you afraid that the people of the world will be cold?" ”

Chu Zhaoheng smiled coldly, "Clan relatives? You made a noise in the palace yesterday, and you were angry with my father! I hate to cut you with a thousand cuts! As the son of man, if you don't deal with you, it will make the people of the world feel cold. ”

Overnight, the death of Emperor Yuan was hung on several of his own? Some clan relatives wanted to shout grievances, but the guards on the side raised their hands, and no one dared to speak anymore.

You Tianfang directly pointed to the one who shouted just now, and let people be tied to the torture pillar, "Why did a few of you suddenly get together and break into the palace to make trouble?" Who assigns? Who can be contacted? ”

The clan wanted to be tougher, but when he saw the jailer with a whip with a barb, and even flesh and blood hanging from it, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Say it, you are clan relatives, and you can also be lightly dismissed." Chu Zhaoheng said on the side.

As soon as his voice fell, the jailer whipped down on the sect himself, and the sect relatives only felt a hot pain on his body, and he really gritted his teeth and felt that the pain had passed, and another whip fell.

The jailers who executed in Dali Temple were all good at punishment, and when they went down with three whips, the other clansmen who watched the execution were already as pale as dirt, and the beaten one had already screamed miserably, "I said, I said, don't fight, don't fight!" ”

The jailer took the whip and stepped aside, feeling a little contemptuous in his heart, these big men are really fine-skinned and tender-skinned, these three whips, the clothes are only so torn, and they are recruited?