PFC Chapter 315 Nangong Ruizheng
Chapter 315 Nangong Ruizheng
"Why is it so slow? Is there a ghost?"
The leading soldier had a stern expression on his face, and as soon as the door opened, he shouted at Xie Ling in a loud voice.
After seeing that there was a pretty girl behind the door, his expression softened a bit and he said sternly, "Come out, the officers are here for a routine search!"
Xie Ling nodded, her face slightly pale, as if she was frightened, and went out to check on him.
When she arrived at the corridor, she discovered that there were so many officers and soldiers coming to inspect!
Not only in her room, but also in other rooms, there were officers and soldiers.
These officers and soldiers were all dressed in red and black robes with gold edges. They looked very imposing and tall. They should be the Imperial City Guards directly under the emperor.
Xie Ling listened carefully and discovered that there were also sounds of officers searching with knives and guns on the nearby streets.
She was horrified. Why were so many officials dispatched?
What the hell is going on?
Soon, Xie Ling's room was searched.
A soldier rushed over and shouted:
"Little girl, the room has been searched. If you encounter any suspicious people in the near future, remember to report to the Jing Yinwei!"
Xie Ling frowned, revealing a frightened expression. "I am an orphan who came to Beijing to look for my relatives. May I ask who the criminal is? I heard that there are some thieves in Beijing who specifically catch girls like me and steal my property..."
The girl's voice became lower and lower, and her fair face was full of fear.
Who would doubt such a well-behaved little girl?
The soldier immediately waved his hands, "Don't be afraid, absolutely not! You come to our Shengjing and are you worried about your safety? Shengjing is the safest place in the Seven Kingdoms. If you encounter danger, just go to the street and call the patrolling guards, they will protect you!"
Xie Ling patted her chest and said, "That's good."
Then he smiled gently, his eyes full of admiration, "Thank you very much, fellow soldiers. I hope you can catch the thieves soon and restore peace to Shengjing."
The soldiers straightened their backs after hearing Xie Ling's praise. "Don't worry. Such a person can't disturb the peace of Shengjing."
Xie Ling turned around, the admiration on her face disappeared instantly, and her eyes were full of coldness.
Just now, she got three pieces of information.
First, this man is neither a desperate criminal nor a thief.
Second, this was an individual, not a gang.
Third, this person’s martial arts skills are not very high, nor is his power very strong.
The more Xie Ling thought about it, the more she felt that the person they were looking for looked like Feng Yun!
Who on earth was the person who invited Feng Yun and others to rob the tomb? How could he have such power and be able to mobilize the entire Jing Yin Guard!
The moonlight was bright outside the window. Xie Ling's cold face was tense as she looked down at the Jingyin guards patrolling the streets.
She felt that things were about to change for Wei Zhao.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing for King Yong?
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Even if the secret was kept secret, the news that Emperor Zhaoxian of Wei's tomb had been robbed and his corpse had been dragged out and whipped spread throughout Shengjing the next day.
Coupled with the extensive and thorough search conducted by the Jingyin Guards yesterday, the people were even more convinced of the news.
The first thing that spread was fear.
This is the tomb of the late emperor, and people have dug it out and whipped the corpse. What about ordinary people? Wouldn't they be trampled on and insulted everywhere?
For the first time, the people began to doubt Wei Zhao's national strength.
Every country has several spies from other countries, and Wei Zhao is no exception.
Those spies from other countries who were lurking in secret all fanned the flames, making the news more and more serious. The people were all in danger, and the gates of the Jingyinwei and Bingmasi were filled with people.
On the second day, Wei Zhao's court was in chaos.
The ministers were spitting and wishing they could start a fight.
All the Fengchang doctors who were in charge of the tomb had been executed, but this still couldn't stop the ministers from talking nonsense.
"Although Fengchang is in charge of the tomb, the city soldiers should also be responsible! How is it managed? Can't the Minister of Revenue come out and say something?"
"Master Hu, what you said is not good. Then there must be something wrong with your Ministry of Rites. The Fengchang doctors come from the Ministry of Rites, so why don't you arrange a few more?"
"Your Majesty, this is really a disgrace to our state and damages our prestige in the Seven Kingdoms! We must come up with a solution!"
.......
Emperor Wei Zhao held his forehead with his hand. The twelve tassels on his crown cast heavy shadows on his face, making it impossible to discern his expression.
"Don't I know? The Ministry of Rites is fully responsible for this matter. If it cannot be resolved within three days, everyone will be executed immediately!"
The originally noisy court suddenly became quiet, and even one could hear a pin drop.
The officials who had been arguing loudly just now all fell silent, with their heads lowered one after another, fearing that they would be pointed at.
The Minister of Rites was pale, trembling all over, and the tablet in his hand was almost shaken out.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty obeys your command!"
Emperor Wei Zhao rubbed his brows and said in a deep voice: "Dismiss the court!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a eunuch ran in and shouted in a sharp voice: "Report! The envoy of Dongling Kingdom wants to see you!"
Emperor Wei Zhao's eyes flashed with coldness, "Pass it on."
After a while, a man in his seventies wearing a square scarf walked in slowly.
He was in high spirits, his eyes sparkling, and he first bowed deeply to Emperor Wei Zhao before speaking in a steady tone, "It is said that the corpse of the late emperor of Wei Zhao was flogged. Our king is extremely worried, and has ordered me to bring two hundred people to help. We must seek justice for the late emperor of Wei Zhao."
After the old minister finished speaking, all the ministers of Wei Zhao stared with surprise. Some of them even dropped their official hats. They didn't expect Dong Ling to be so arrogant! How dare he come to Wei Zhao's court to provoke him!
This is a blatant disregard for Wei Zhao! They look down on their national strength and military!
The noisy sound was heard again in the court.
But this time they were all unanimous, and all of them were directed at Dongling's people.
However, the old minister of Dongling faced three thousand insults with his back straight and his eyes cold, and he was not moved at all.
He raised his head suddenly, looking at the dragon throne at the highest point, and said in a loud and resounding voice: "Your Majesty, will you take it?"
"Haha." Emperor Wei Zhao smiled with a fake smile, his eyes calm, "Since the King of Dongling cares so much about my Wei Zhao Kingdom, I will naturally accept your kindness. Lord Nangong, have you finished speaking? You can leave now if you are done."
Nangong Ruizheng's eyes flashed with disappointment. He knew that this was the end of the matter today, so he lowered his body and saluted. "Then until the murderer is found, I will stay in Wei Zhaoguo and assist Wei Zhaoguo to fulfill the wish of our monarch."
"Bah. We, Wei Zhao, want your Dongling Kingdom to pretend to be friendly? But everyone knows Sima Zhao's intentions! A defeated country actually has the nerve to come to our Wei Zhao's court!"
A courtier pointed at Nangong Ruizheng's back and cursed.
Nangong Ruizheng remained unmoved and walked out of the court step by step.
Seeing Nangong Ruizheng being so forbearing, the other ministers could not help it either. They pointed at his back and cursed him more foully than the other, wishing they could jump over and grab Nangong Ruizheng's beard and curse him.
"He is just a defeated general of Wei Zhao's!"
"I don't know who led three thousand soldiers to kneel before my King Zhaoyong of Wei in the past eighteen years and begged to sign a war-free agreement!"
"Why are you pretending to be so hypocritical now? The people of Dongling Country are really wolves!"
When he could no longer see the people, the emperor said calmly, "You must not criticize the envoys."
The court was about to end, but the ministers started arguing again, arguing that they must teach Dongling a lesson, so that the other six countries would not look down on Wei Zhaoguo and so on...
Wei Zhao held his forehead with his hand, his face full of annoyance.
Until a clear voice sounded.
"Your Majesty, I think this is not possible. Eighteen years ago, His Royal Highness Prince Yong signed a Hundred Years of Peace Treaty with Dongling State. Dongling State's move is clearly intended to provoke us and tear up the contract.
The Dongling Kingdom has always been resentful of the defeat. Over the past decade or so, it has been recruiting soldiers and developing national strength in order to defeat Wei Zhao and avenge its previous defeat.
Nangong Rui is the current head of the Nangong family. He is highly respected in Dongling and has students all over the world. He obviously wants to use his own life to put Wei Zhao in an unjust position. Dongling will send troops and the treaty will naturally be broken. "
The voice of Crown Prince Wei Wuji was clear and upright, like a blow to the ministers' heads!
Yes, why didn’t they think that the old man Nangong Ruizheng was obviously trying to provoke them on purpose!
When everyone suddenly realized what was going on, they felt an almost imperceptible sense of admiration in their hearts.
For Dong Ling, he was willing to die.
If it were them...
With such a loyal minister, it is no wonder that Dongling’s national strength has made rapid progress in the past decade.
The emperor's gloomy brows finally relaxed. "What a bunch of rubbish! Fortunately, Wei Zhao still has the crown prince. If it were just you, the country would have perished long ago."
Wei Wuji bowed his head and said respectfully, "I am terrified."
The court meeting was thus dispersed.
The Minister of Rites staggered out of the court, his old face looking frighteningly pale.
The Minister of Revenue, who had been confronting him before, was no longer aggressive. Instead, he patted him on the shoulder and sighed.
The emperor left the court and went straight to the princess's mansion.
The light in the hall was dim and the strong smell of medicine made people's eyes hurt. The palace servants wanted to salute, but the emperor raised his hand, shook his head, and indicated that there was no need for the ceremony.
Wei Linglong is still in a coma.
The girl's face was as pale as paper, and the veins on the back of her exposed hands were crisscrossed and her joints were frighteningly protruding.
These were originally a pair of pampered hands.
The emperor stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, staring down at Wei Linglong.
After a while, he spoke solemnly, "Linglong? What did you see? And what did you say to Wei Xiuchu?"