Funing Hall

Zhao Congde really regarded Zhao Shiqi as a treasure. Even if Zhao Shiqi brought people to arrest him, and they confronted each other at the gate of Yizhou City, he still sent people to protect Zhao Shiqi.

He felt that Zhao Shiqi fell into the water on purpose, because he didn't want to kill his father.

It's just that what he relied on were all five-surnamed Fan, and their number of soldiers was quite a lot. Compared with the forbidden soldiers from the capital, it was still incomparable.Besides, reinforcements have already arrived in the capital, and some of them have already arrived first.They had a hard time defending, and in the middle of the night, the city gate was a little dangerous.The imperial guards of the Song Dynasty held shields and pressed forward steadily in formation, and they could reach the gate of the city within a few miles.

Zhao Congde didn't dare to act rashly.

Long Guangcheng looked down from the city gate, and said displeasedly: "My son, you are the son of Prince Wei of the Great Song Dynasty, and you don't know what formation they are setting?"

Zhao Congde was also unhappy, Long Guangcheng was saying that he was useless!

He said angrily, "I'm not walking in the army!"

"They are all hiding behind shields, and our archers are useless at all! Every time I go back to Beijing, I hear your empress dowager crying about poverty, no horses, no weapons. Who are you bluffing? Let me tell you, just burn it with fire!" What else do you care about?!"

"No! The people inside and outside the city are all here! Besides, in war, you have to put yourself in battle!"

Long Guangcheng is angry, it has nothing to do with the death of the people in Yizhou City, he is not from the Song Dynasty!He only wants Yizhou City!

But it's not easy to turn against Zhao Congde.

Zhao Congde relied on his military strength, why didn't they rely on Zhao Congde's identity?Long Guangcheng scolded Zhao Congde with words that Zhao Congde could not understand, while scolding Zhao Congde as an idiot, he stepped back and discussed the matter with several other families.

The more Zhao Congde was at this time, the more he cared about his identity, and the more he looked down on Long Guangcheng and the rest of the family.

Long Guangcheng scolded him, and he also scolded Long Guangcheng: "Turk! You have never seen the world! What the hell! No wonder even Zhao Cong doesn't like to see them, and they are not allowed to go to Beijing to pay tribute! Bring back ten Come to Beijing with a horse, bring a hundred catties of cinnabar, and turn back and give them several times the good things!"

The groom who sent him all the way at that time responded, "That's not true! It's not a thing!"

"When I ascend the throne, they will all be detained here, and they will not be allowed to leave!"

"When you become the emperor, my son, you can come here however you want!"

Zhao Congde breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Uncle, I don't know if it will be possible. I'm afraid Zhao Cong will be frightened by me? Send all my youngest sons here! My youngest son loves me so much, I would rather fall into the water than fall into the water." Don't listen to Zhao Cong's words!" After finishing speaking, Zhao Congde looked out of the city gate again, "These forbidden soldiers are extremely difficult to deal with, and they came quickly, and they have been stalemate for several days. If they can't break through their formation, the city of Yizhou will fear I'm going to throw it away."

The groom sneered in his heart, they never expected Zhao Congde to win this battle, and he had no plans to really accompany Zhao Congde back to Tokyo.It's almost enough to play in Yizhou.

All they wanted was this reputation, and they were worried that there was a Zhao Shiqi in Beijing that would not make things happen.

It's good now, Zhao Shiqi is also here.

It's just that Zhao Congde watched too closely, and it was difficult for him to kill Zhao Shiqi.

Zhao Congde watched closely, and when it was almost dawn, he hurriedly sent someone to visit Zhao Shiqi again.

Zhao Shiqi lives in the back office of the Yamen in Yizhou City, and there are two beautiful female envoys serving him.They saw that he looked good, even if he was sleepy, they would watch him by the bed every day.

At this moment, Zhao Congde sent people in to see Lord Eleven, and they withdrew obediently.

The man with pigtails looked like he was from the Southwest. When he entered, he closed the door tightly.Then hurried to the couch, whispered: "Lang Jun, the little one is here."

Zhao Shiqi immediately opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the lady has already left Guangnan West Road at night, and Miss Yanmo took her to the Chengdu Mansion, which is the safest place at this time. You are not here for a few days, and the forbidden soldiers from the capital and the local party will follow you." The army can bear it, and now they are almost at the gate of the city. Seeing that, taking Yizhou City is only a matter of a few days."

Zhao Shiqi breathed a sigh of relief, since his mother is safe, he can let go and do what he should do.

It's just that someone came and said again: "Lang Jun, there is one more thing."

"Speak." Zhao Shiqi hadn't spoken for many days, and his voice was hoarse.

"Uncle Mu is here. He said—"

"what did he say?"

"He said that Jiang Wei rebelled in Taiyuan—"

Before the words fell, Zhao Shiqi immediately sat up and turned to look at him.It doesn't look like a coma, the pupils are exceptionally clear, and people can't see the emotions in it at all, and the visitors dare not look any more, and immediately bow their heads.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Zhao Shiqi showed no flaws on his face, but his voice trembled slightly.

People who came here thought, they didn't expect that their lord and His Majesty's uncle and nephew really have such a deep bond.

He hurriedly said: "Uncle Mu said that His Majesty had a rift in his heart, and he and Xie Wenrui outflanked Jiang Wei without any danger. He saw that His Majesty executed the nine clans of the Jiang family before leaving Taiyuan. Uncle Mu also said that Wan Yanliang was hiding in Taiyuan Be the oriole that catches the mantis in the city..." He said all of them.

Zhao Shiqi frowned slightly when he heard that Mu Fu was exposed in front of Zhao Cong.

The person who came immediately said: "Don't worry, Mr. Lang, Your Majesty should have no doubts about him. Uncle Mu said he came from Korea."

Zhao Shiqi thought to himself, can Zhao Cong believe it?

He was a little annoyed again.

People who came to see their lord's irritated face felt surprised in their hearts. It seemed that every time they encountered something about His Majesty in Beijing, their lord would immediately change his personality.

After a while, Zhao Shiqi asked again: "What do people say about me now?"

"They're all looking for you."

Zhao Shiqi only hoped that the news of Yizhou would be hard to come out now, and hoped that the news of "missing" had not yet reached Beijing.He sighed, he had to make sure that his mother was unscathed, so he did it himself.Before he came, he had thought of this method, and then repeatedly asked Zhao Cong to wait for him in the letter. He wanted Zhao Cong to rest assured that he would definitely go back, intact.

For this reason, he hastily arrived two days earlier.

In the past few days, he will get things done and return to Beijing early.

He then arranged things with the people who came.

After about a quarter of an hour, the person left.

Another hour later, this person appeared in the courtyard of Zhang Tingchu, one of the five surnamed Tibetan leaders.

Zhang Tingchu heard the sound of the stone knocking on the window, walked to the window, and just pushed the window open, the door was opened.He turned around and had a playful smile on his face: "I don't know where the chivalrous men come from? Since you are a Han Chinese, why do you need to dress like one of our clan?"

Zhao Shiqi's subordinates laughed: "Our lord wants to do business with Zhang Shi, but I don't know what Zhang Shi wants to do?"

Zhang Tingchu leaned against the window and asked with a smile, "What are the benefits?"

"The franchise envoy Zhang can continue to pay tribute to Beijing from Yizhou in the future. If envoy Zhang is willing, he can also allow envoy Zhang to stay in Beijing. I wonder if this benefit can be obtained?"

Zhang Tingchu touched his chin: "Who is your lord, you can be the master."

The subordinate simply said: "Emissary Zhang has been sending people to look for my husband for the past few days, and he is afraid that he is in a hurry? Since he is in a hurry, why pretend..."

Zhang Tingchu laughed out loud: "The chivalrous man's words are really interesting."

"It's not as interesting as envoy Zhang specially teaching Wei Junwang's son to kill our lord?"

Zhang Tingchu laughed: "I didn't teach him that, I only taught him to post fake news."

"It's okay, our lord has exactly this intention."

Zhang Tingchu looked at him a few times, then smiled deeply and said, "If you want to play, you have to play with a big one. I think there are five surnames in the Southwest, and there are many surnames. I don't know what you think, sir? If there are too many, my stay here will be a bit unhappy, and I want to go north, or go west."

The subordinate laughed even more: "Emissary Zhang, don't scare me either. Our lord never scares me too much. Even if I tell Long Guangcheng about my matter, he will do it to me. Emissary Zhang said the same thing, this surname It’s a little bit more, it’s okay to have a few less, the big fish always eat the small fish.”

Zhang Tingchu's face was uneasy for a moment, and he smiled again: "Then I'd better be a small fish with your husband, I don't dare to deal with big things, and I can help eat some small fish fry."

The subordinate shook his head: "With our lord and our majesty, you are the biggest fish in the Southwest." It's just that if you have the ability to eat it all and never spit it out, then it's not their business." Just a little."

"Please say."

"Our majesty and our lord don't want to harm the common people."

After thinking about it, Zhang Tingchu understood that this was outsmarting, and he didn't want too many casualties. It's rare that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty really loved the people. He smiled: "Zhang has a little knack for talking, try his best, try his best."

When Zhang Tingchu came to visit Zhao Ting.

Zhao Tingzheng slapped Sun Xiaoyu across the face, cursing: "Women! You don't understand anything!"

Sun Xiaoyu avoided him, with tears in her eyes: "The concubine only wants to share her worries with her husband, but Zhao Shiqi has encircled his father's heart. If we kill him, it will be all right? If we kill him, my father will only have my husband in his eyes."

"You think I'm stupid? If I kill him, my dad will kill me again, and you'll be happy? Are you stupid to think my dad is?!" He made a gesture to kick Sun Xiaoyu, and Sun Xiaoyu backed away. The servant brought Zhang Tingchu here.

Zhao Ting turned around and said dissatisfiedly, "Who is it?!"

Zhang Tingchu walked in, smiled and cupped his hands: "I have met Mr. Shilang, next to Zhang Tingchu."

Although Zhao Ting has no skills, he grew up in the county prince's mansion after all, so he still has some skills in judging people.This Zhang Tingchu seemed to be a reliable person at first glance, and he also remembered that his father had mentioned this person, and he seemed to be an extremely powerful person.He glared at Sun Xiaoyu, and Sun Xiaoyu wiped away her tears, turned around and ran out.

"Women and Taoists are ignorant, let Brother Zhang see it as a joke!" Zhao Ting directly called him brother and brother.

Zhang Tingchu laughed loudly: "I heard that Shizi has a ten-year-old gentleman, the most handsome person, and he has the same Chinese character as my Chinese name. I have long wanted to visit you. When I saw you today, it really is extraordinary!"

Zhao Ting felt complacent after being praised so much, and he knew that he was self-effacing, and he immediately became polite: "Brother Zhang is absurdly praised, I am just an outcast from the royal family, and I absolutely dare not compare myself with my eleventh brother. Yes, he is the future emperor."

"Mr. Shilang's words are wrong. When the son ascends the throne, what is the current one in Beijing? His chosen heir is not counted, and the son is the future emperor. Even if the son wants to choose the prince, he must choose according to his seniority It's in order."

Zhao Ting's face turned cold, and he said unhappily: "Even if we follow the order of seniority, I still have several older brothers in Beijing!"

Zhang Tingchu smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that he had something to say but didn't say anything, Zhao Ting said anxiously: "Brother Zhang, why don't you talk? I hit you off when we first met, so you don't have to worry about me!"

Zhang Tingchu cupped his hands: "I'm a vulgar person, someone who looks up to me, call me 'Zhang Shi'. Mr. Shi Lang knows that it's not easy for such a foreign envoy to come."

Zhao Ting didn't know what kind of official position the "Fan Luo Envoy" was, but immediately said: "Brother Zhang, it's okay to say."

"Well, the reason why I decided to come and see Mr. Shilang is because I am also ranked tenth in my family. Mr. Shilang may also know that there were no Fans with five surnames in Xixia, but only four surnames."

Zhao Ting didn't know at all, but nodded with a shy face.

"I am the youngest son in my family. I was blessed by my father and brother. Although my family was poor, I lived a leisurely life. Until ten years ago, when my father and brother came to Beijing with the Dragon Envoy to pay tribute, they fell off a cliff on the way and died. My leisurely life came to an end. Zhang Tingchu said leisurely, "Father and brother often commute between Yizhou and Liuzhou, and are most familiar with the road conditions. How could they die so easily?"

Zhao Ting nodded: "Yes."

Zhang Tingchu's eyes were fixed: "Someone deliberately wanted my father and brother to die. They didn't want our surname Zhang to rise up, so they wanted to kill my father and brother. I am only a young child, and they look down on me at a young age. Because they look down on me, I was able to be protected by the old slaves at home and grow up safely. It is also because they look down on me! The more I have to make a career, I will surprise them!"

Zhao Ting listened intently, and Zhang Tingchu suddenly turned around to look at him: "It was because of this anger that I stepped on the blood and the corpses of countless people, and finally brought our surname Zhang out. That's why there is this 'Fifth Fan'!"

It was the first time for Zhao Ting to hear such a thing. It was very exciting for a person who had been trampled to stand up again.

However, Zhang Tingchu said again: "To be honest, it was hearing about Mr. Shilang's past that made me want to make friends!" Zhang Tingchu held his hand and said sincerely, "Mr. Shilang, I, Zhang Tingchu, can stand up , you can too! What’s the difference between Zhao Shiting and Zhao Ting? Your name, your destiny, are all in your own hands! The rest, no matter who they are, can’t make decisions for you!”

Zhao Ting was so excited by what he said that he almost fainted.

Back then in the palace, Zhao Cong changed his name in front of everyone in the clan, and put him in the genealogy, but didn't give him the generation of the Taizu, which was a lifetime of shame for him.Even now, he often wakes up from nightmares, dreaming that Zhao Cong and others are laughing at him in their dreams.

Zhao Ting has never been taught seriously by anyone since he was a child.Zhang Tingchu was the first to talk to him like this, and now he really treats Zhang Tingchu as a brother.

After a few hours, the two chatted happily over wine.

Zhang Tingchu asked him casually why he had an argument with his wife, Zhao Ting refused to say it at first, Zhang Tingchu's face turned cold: "It's Mr. Shi Lang who doesn't believe me!"

Zhao Ting hurriedly apologized, told him the truth, and asked him what he thought of this matter.

Zhang Tingchu looked at him in disbelief: "Mr. Shilang, you still ask me what I think about this matter?"

"...Why, why?"

"If you kill him, you will be the only one! Lord Shilang's wife is indeed the wife of the Sun family!"

One exaggeration and two exaggerations greatly increased Zhao Ting's face.Few people praised Zhao Ting, Zhao Ting immediately got up in high spirits, and humbly asked for advice, Zhang Tingchu simply taught him.

At night, Zhao Ting called Sun Xiaoyu over and said, "I'm going to kill Zhao Shiqi."

Although everything went according to plan, Sun Xiaoyu's legs still trembled a little, but she couldn't tell that she was wearing eight skirts.Her face was gentle: "Everything is up to my husband."

Zhao Ting was timid and afraid of getting into trouble. When the end came, he asked Sun Xiaoyu to kill him.Sun Xiaoyu nodded: "He has harmed my husband so far, even if I am a woman, I am willing to kill him for my husband!"

When Zhao Ting heard this, he thought, is it possible that he is not as good as Sun Xiaoyu? !Brother Zhang is right, a man should always have blood on his hands!

He immediately drank a jug of wine to strengthen his courage, Zhang Tingchu helped him lead everyone away, Zhao Congde was still at the gate of the city.It was quiet in the back yamen, Zhao Ting mustered up all the courage in his life, and walked to Zhao Shiqi's room.His hands were shaking, he actually wanted to go in and beat up Zhao Shiqi, just like how Zhao Shiqi beat him back then, but he was afraid of delaying the time.

In particular, his hands were shaking so much that even if he really wanted to beat him, it would be difficult to make a fist.

Sun Xiaoyu was watching the wind for him outside, but after a while he didn't see any movement, she came quickly and said, "Husband, hurry up, Mr. Zhang Lang said that father will come back tonight."

Zhao Ting thought back to when he was a child, at home, Zhao Shiqi was so humble, but every time he looked at him with dismissive eyes.

The more he thought about it, the more the fire in his heart grew, and finally his eyes were also full of fire.He took out the cloth he had prepared long ago, poured a whole jug of wine on it, lit it with a torch, and threw it all the way towards Zhao Shiqi's room.

The flames rose rapidly, and the fear in Zhao Ting's eyes was finally replaced by joy and greed under the reflection of the rising flames.