Chapter 390

(A dark light in a room can’t illuminate me. I really like that name, but today’s chapter is not suitable. I will find another one with the same flavor tomorrow.)

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How to defeat a big figure like Zhang Dashi who is qualified to represent history? History itself has given a clear answer many times, that is, after his death, the emperor who has been dissatisfied for many years will carry out the liquidation, and even if it is not good, he will use the name of the emperor.

Therefore, the charges prepared by Master Chen, Shangshu Jin Cheng and others for Master Zhang are basically related to disrespect. But this kind of operation needs the approval of His Majesty the Emperor, so they naturally have to show enough respect to His Majesty the Emperor and give up enough benefits, unless they want to rebel.

It's a pity that they don't have this kind of power, let alone such ambition. At most, they hope to control the state of Chu by coercing the emperor. So Jing Jiu didn't see them, and they had nothing to do, let alone forcefully break into the hall to find Yuxi—what's the difference between that and the charges they arranged for Grand Master Zhang?

Fortunately, the imperial palace is extremely strictly controlled by the imperial court now, there is no such thing as an inner court, and those eunuchs and maids have never even met the emperor a few times, so it is very easy to arrange some accidents to happen.

It's a good time to set fire tonight with high autumn air and dry air.

Jin Shangshu did not leave the cabinet, and stared in the direction of the palace across the narrow square, waiting for the fire to appear.

But when the morning light came, his eyes were aching and the palace was still quiet, nothing happened.

Until the evening, there was still no news, not even the news of failure.

The eunuchs who set the fire went to nowhere, the city gate secretary didn't find it, and the guards and imperial guards didn't find it either, as if they disappeared out of nowhere.

Jin Shangshu felt that things were a little weird, and his heart felt a little chilly.

He scalded his face with several wet towels in succession to dispel the drowsiness and chill, and then went to the Chen Dashi's mansion.

I don't know what Grand Master Chen said to him, judging from the movement in the palace, they probably didn't give up the idea of ​​setting fire to the palace...

But from that night onwards, the autumn rain in the capital became continuous, without stopping for a moment.

Probably because of the autumn rain, the palace never caught fire.

The patter of raindrops falling from the gray clouds penetrated into the clothes with a chill, which was disturbing.

The mood of the princes in the court is naturally the most annoying.

One day, Master Chen called Jin Shangshu privately and said: "The opportunity is now, don't miss it."

Jin Cheng understood what he meant.

All things in the world, including fame, status, power, wealth, and even practice, will fall back when they reach their peak, and so will public opinion.

Now is the moment when Chu people are most resentful towards Grand Master Zhang. If the court does not seize the opportunity, after this period of time passes, those scholars and people may start to miss the Grand Master who was trampled in the mud by them, and things will be even more troublesome at that time.

That night, someone sent a message to Mr. Zhang in the imperial prison. If he himself confessed to the ordnance case, the matter would stop here, otherwise...

Mr. Zhang sat in the haystack, thinking of the cabbage and ink thrown from both sides of the street on the day he was escorted back to Kyoto by the cavalry, a look of despair gradually appeared in his eyes.

Did my father really say that before he died? If you don't have to do anything, nothing will happen?

Even if it was true what my father said, how could this be possible? This is not the first time in his life that he misread the situation.

Mr. Zhang remembered the conversation he had with his father many years ago. At that time, he knelt in front of the hospital bed, and with tears all over his face, he begged his father to think about what happened next. Should he watch his sons die, one by one? His father sternly rejected his request at that time, saying not to mention it again, they will be fine, and later even exiled him to the south...but now? I was in the imperial prison, and I was about to die, and the scholar's mansion was besieged, and I was about to be raided.

"All the princes in the court used to be your friends and students, but now they can't wait to dig you out of the grave and flog your corpse. It's been like this in history. Why can't you understand!"

Mr. Zhang looked at the white silk and the bottle of poison left on the ground by the visitor, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, revealing a nervous smile.

He suddenly yelled sadly: "Jin Cheng! You will die!"

It was very quiet in the big prison, no one came to care about him, only his mournful scolding echoed in the cell.

The white silk is tied to the top of the iron railing, fluttering gently, like the white flags in the cemetery.

It broke with a snap.

Mr. Zhang fell onto the haystack, somewhat at a loss, found the bottle of poison, opened it with trembling hands, and poured it into his mouth.

After a while, he found that what was supposed to be a highly poisonous bottle was actually clear water.

Only then did he fully wake up, looking warily out of the dark cell, and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

A man in black came out from the shadows and said, "It's such a trouble, I hope you won't try to hit the wall again."

Mr. Zhang was very surprised. The imperial prison in Chu State was heavily guarded, and there were formations hidden in the stone walls, even the most powerful experts and practitioners could not sneak in.

"Who are you? Why do you want to save me?"

"I'm just a part-time worker, do you think I'm willing to take care of these nosy things?"

The man in black had one hand broken, and the sleeve was hanging down weakly, just like his voice: "I still have a lot of important things to do. I was about to go to Zhao to kill that eunuch, and then go to kill Emperor Bai, but I was summoned here with a single word."

After hearing these words, Mr. Zhang's pupils tightened, and his voice trembled slightly: "Could it be that you are the man in black?"

The man looked at his clothes and said inexplicably, "Your eyes are bad?"

Mr. Zhang murmured: "You are not dead yet."

The man in black he was talking about was naturally not a man in black, but a specific name for a certain person in this world.

Many years ago, there appeared in the world a strong man who loved to fight and kill very much. It is said that he was only under Mo Gong, and his combat power was extremely terrifying. When the strong man appeared, he was all dressed in black, so he was called the man in black.

I heard that the man in black later left the Central Plains and went to the Western Regions to cultivate and break through. Who would have thought that he would come back again.

Mr. Zhang stared into his eyes and said, "You haven't answered my question yet, why did you save me?"

The man in black ignored him, broke through the iron fence, knocked him unconscious and carried him out - the blue bird sent a message to him to save the lives of these people in the prison, but the general and the rest of the officials were stubborn and would not think of committing suicide. This Mr. Zhang is really troublesome, so this is the easiest way to deal with it.

He was so lazy and casual in doing things, the man in black was naturally Zhuo Rusui.

But no matter how powerful an assassin is, it is impossible to confront the imperial court head-on.

Zhuo Rusui left the imperial prison with the comatose young master Zhang and disappeared into the capital of Chu State, like a drop of water entering the sea without stirring up any waves.

The autumn wind and autumn rain were as usual, and the news of Mr. Zhang's escape from prison did not make the court officials too worried, but instead gave them a lot of comfort.

In this way, they can finally go one step further.

They could use this to steal the scholar's mansion, and believed that even if they couldn't find the imperial seal and His Majesty never showed up, the Zhang family could still be punished with death.

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With this in mind, Jin Cheng, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, came outside the scholar's mansion.

The gate of the Bachelor's Mansion has been knocked open, hundreds of soldiers have entered, occupied various important places, and have begun to search. The scene is extremely chaotic, with overturned cabinets, collapsed flower stands and crying everywhere. Even the rockery in the back garden has been dug up, revealing a secret room full of gold bricks.

Jin Cheng frowned slightly, a little displeased, and told the subordinates beside him, "Be more polite, don't startle the old lady."

The subordinates responded in unison, but they were full of slander in their hearts, thinking that you were the most valued student of the university, Mr. Shangshu, should you continue to pretend now?

Suddenly there were shouts and curses from the depths of the scholar's mansion, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Jin Shangshu frowned even deeper, and walked over there.

The subordinate explained in a low voice: "The back house has been controlled, but the back garden where the old lady lives is a bit inconvenient."

Jin Shangshu didn't stop and said in a low voice, "Have you put everything away?"

The subordinate official said in a lower voice, "There is no problem at the bottom of the suitcase."

Jin Shangshu hummed without saying anything, and soon came outside the back garden.

The back house was even more messy. Several servants were pushed to the ground, their foreheads were covered with blood, and cloth and clothes were scattered everywhere.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Jin Shangshuli's eyes revealed a look of unbearable color.

He didn't know how many times he had been to the scholar's mansion, and even the back house often came in. Not long ago, he personally fed the teacher several times of medicine here.

Several subordinate officials looked at his expression and tried to persuade him a few words, such as state affairs are the most important thing, such as how about my lord...

Jin Shangshu's expression was slightly pale, and he looked at the chaotic scene around him, and gave birth to a self-deprecating smile.

That dress is a royal robe.

In the past twenty years, he has been persuading his teacher to become the emperor, but the teacher still disagrees.

Now that the teacher is dead, preparing a royal robe for him is considered filial piety.

There is a huge pear wood box in the old lady's room, and the imperial robe is at the bottom of the box.

Looking at the closed door, Jin Shangshu straightened his clothes and said calmly, "Master, please open the door."

There was a faint sound in the room, but no one opened the door.

Time passed slowly, Jin Shangshu's expression became colder, and he said sharply: "Slam the door open!"

Ignoring the cries and cursing of the servants, more than a dozen soldiers climbed up the steps, smashed open the door easily, and filed in.

However, these sergeants quickly retreated, with strange expressions on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost.

A person came out of the room, his hair was disheveled, his face could not be seen clearly, but the bright yellow imperial robe on his body was extremely eye-catching.

The official who dealt with this matter looked at the imperial robe, his expression changed suddenly, and he wondered how the clothes hidden at the bottom of the box were found out and worn on his body? But no matter who it is, wearing a royal robe is a capital offense, and it is coming out of the old lady's house, how can the scholar's house get away with it?

"How dare you add an imperial robe to your body! Take down this rebellious thief for me!"

The official snapped orders, but didn't notice the movement around him.

Looking at the man in the royal robe, Jin Shangshu's face gradually turned pale.

The man raised his hands, parted his black hair, revealed his extremely handsome face, and said indifferently, "I am the emperor, what should I wear if I don't wear an imperial robe?"

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