Chapter 196 Funeral

Zhao Sheng originally lowered his head, but after hearing the emperor's words, his eyes suddenly widened and he raised his head.

The emperor flipped through the memorial with one hand and said casually: "It is said that he committed suicide by hanging. It may be just like what you said. He couldn't bear to be tortured all day long."

Zhao Sheng's heart stirred up, and he didn't believe the emperor's words at all.

How could Deng Yuanchao commit suicide? He would have to rely on his pain-relieving fingering techniques to survive for several more decades.

Unless... Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Yuan Huaji!"

He held his hands with slight force, then released them again, and the murderous intent in his eyes was hidden.

The emperor glanced at him and asked: "What do you think?"

Zhao Sheng shook his head regretfully: "When Mr. Deng was in Jiangnan, he ignored his own safety in investigating cases and caught many corrupt officials. The people also gave him the Wanmin Umbrella.

How could we end up like this now? It’s really shocking.”

The emperor placed the note and said hotly: "I hope this matter is over and he can remember that doing things for me is doing things for heaven."

Life and death can be taken in a matter of seconds.

Last year, I said that I was sent to Huaicheng and managed to escape the trouble.

There is air leakage from all sides, and the ground is covered with weeds.

My eyes are filled with contempt.

I just gave me the method of using force to relieve pain yesterday. I should suffer less and suffer more after death.

Since I came back this year, I decided to go and have a look.

It was night, Zhao Sheng sat behind the big stone monument and drank wine.

The common people were crowded and standing on both sides. It’s true that the perpetrators still had rotten vegetable leaves in hand.

Zhao Sheng stood up from the stone monument and walked back to Yanjing. He looked at the Suzaku Street in the middle. There were no officers and soldiers clearing the road on both sides.

On the day when Mr. Deng was buried, the Beijing Inspectorate was officially in charge.

"Deng Yuanchao is the deputy commander of the Jinyi Guards. I should be there to guard such a small matter, right?"

Even if I want to protect you, I don’t have the strength to do so.”

Or is it because people's hearts are different in different places? Lord Deng didn't practice enough, so he has two faces."

Waiting for Chen Shi, the two innate masters will be escorted out of the imperial edict and go on a routine parade after beheading.

Zhao Sheng only felt sad for Mr. Deng.

Master Deng's sword has already worked, so the emperor will always abandon me at any time.

Dayuzi hurriedly brought down a cup of tea.

This was clearly written by Lord Deng.

Lu Chunhou was a Beijing official, but he was a native of Yanjing. He did not have his own house there, only a dilapidated house for tax residence.

I was beaten to death.

I looked at Lu Chun's back and sneered.

Yesterday Lord Deng told himself that I have found evidence of everyone’s crimes. Could it be that it has now fallen into the hands of the emperor?

That is an entertainment that many people in Yanjing don’t have, and it’s always the same every time.

When the emperor is angry, he hates drinking cold tea, which does not help calm the mind.

Zhao Sheng suddenly felt a smirk and looked at Miyagi.

Deng Yuanchao wailed and screamed, while Zhao Sheng glanced sideways with an expression on his face.

In the imperial prison, Deng Yuanchao looked sad. When I saw Mr. Deng being carried out, I felt like I had to throw myself down.

"That was in Jiangnan, now we are in Yanjing!"

"Enough!"

The court I am loyal to and the monarch I am loyal to are not that kind to me.

The emperor suddenly felt a fondness in his heart. He picked up a stack of book-like folds behind him and opened them at will.

Are there any marks under the neck? There is blood under the body. Is there a piece of bad flesh?

The emperor looked at Lu Chun, and his love grew stronger.

I glanced at Dayu Zi and smiled.

The bells of Taihe Gate rang, deep and powerful, echoing throughout Yanjing City.

Xiaodai will be stubborn in the future and can be used to my advantage.

When we walked far away, Deng Yuanchao immediately turned into a desert again.

The emperor looked at my farther and farther back and snorted angrily.

The emperor snorted, and a haze flashed between his eyebrows.

There was only a ten-year-old servant outside. He had gray hair and a stooped figure. He could only wear patched clothes in the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month.

Did you think about it or did you avoid it?

I waved my hand and said: "Go up, I will come back tomorrow to visit the Qing Palace."

When Zhao Sheng came to ask me, I learned that Mr. Deng’s family had fallen into decline since he was a child. Both his parents died, and the old servant had always taken care of me.

But did the imperial court express condolences or confer a posthumous title on Mr. Deng?

Zhao Sheng ruined everything and buried me with the small ceremony of a seventh-grade official appointed by the Ministry of Rites.

Now it only hinders me.

Zhao Sheng picked up a straw curtain and covered it with me, his expression desolate.

Although the two are master and servant, in reality they have a very close relationship, and Mr. Deng also treats me as his father.

But even so, the old servant can only wear tattered clothes and live in a shabby house.

Zhao Sheng and the emperor looked at each other in silence.

After that, I turned around and left, staying again.

The emperor leisurely said: "Since it's okay for you to give me a hug, he will handle my funeral. As soon as it is applied, let's go out from the clan's mansion first."

Zhao Sheng walked down the street with an indifferent expression.

Zhao Sheng cupped his hands and said: "I obey your order."

In fact, only the poor people in Yanjing can throw vegetable leaves to death row prisoners. If they were in other places, they would have to throw away the bark.

Not even a single court colleague came later.

The rotten vegetable leaves were prepared for us.

It happened that last year He Ming transferred two innate rebels from the Duanmu Sect. The good and the bad were beheaded today as a tribute to them.

Zhao Sheng raised the corner of his mouth into a sinister smile.

"It's just that I stopped doing things for me before I returned to Yanjing, so I caused so little trouble. He looked at the pile of memorials and saw that they were all for me.

How can a person who was so discerning before be on the edge of a knife now?

At dawn in the early morning, the snow clouds were still clear and heavy, and the snowflakes continued to fall.

The emperor looked down at Zhao Sheng, put away his angry expression, and said calmly: "Master Deng is working for me, I am very vague about who I am."

The emperor suddenly scolded him in a deep voice. Xiao Yuzi, who was serving next to him, was trembling with fear. Liu Zhen hurriedly winked at Zhao Sheng.

This is the first imperial inspection in the succession of Emperor Changsheng, which requires majesty and majesty, and thunderous means to suppress Xiaoda.

With Zhao Sheng, there are still four people left.

My eyes were cloudy, but when I saw my master’s body, I immediately turned red, threw myself down, and cried sadly.

On the day of burial, it was Zhao Sheng who carried the coffin all the way.

Lu Chun walked out of the palace to collect the body of Lord Deng who was imprisoned.

"Isn't that what they said about evil servants hurting people? They said about Lu Chunhou's rich family?"

I raised my hand and pointed at a pile of specially separated memorials.

I will appreciate Lu Chun's stubborn temper in the future, but now I like him.

"Fight with you? Wait until your Majesty has used him before, and then let him know your methods!"

Lu Chun also bowed and said: "I know."

Zhao Sheng smiled and said: "I saw Mr. Deng as a real person when he was in Jiangnan, and his words and deeds were consistent. How could he look like one in Jiangnan and another in Yanjing?

Master, I can use whoever I want.

Lu Chun has excellent eyesight, and I can see clearly the handwriting written under the fold.

Zhao Sheng smiled warmly in his heart and bowed: "I obey your order."

"Yuan Huaji, why did he die?"

"But since I have done my best, I allow me to remove my guilt and be buried with the courtesy of a seventh-grade official."

The emperor needs a knife, but he needs an obedient knife.
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