Chapter 127 The Miserable Zhao Wenhua When Yan Song walked into the hall, he saw a mass of something rushing towards him. He subconsciously wanted to hide, but immediately held back. The thing hit his old face and fell in front of him. It was a memorial that was crumpled into a ball. Where did the big event happen? No, all memorials had to first pass through Zhao Wenhua's hands, then through Yan Song's draft, and finally reach the hands of Emperor Jiajing. In Zhao Wenhua's absence, Yan Song and his son have been working very hard these days. They have to carefully review each memorial, fearing that there may be negative memorials related to them that may be submitted. But all the memorials...are fine! Could it be that the East Building was negligent? Thinking of his son's wisdom, Yan Song shook his head and felt that it was impossible.
"Old dog!" The emperor on the throne looked livid. "His Majesty." Yan Song did not dare to argue and slowly knelt down. "Sir, die!" If it were another minister, he would definitely complain about being wronged. If it were Xia Yan, he would even stick his neck out and say that Emperor Jiajing humiliated the prime minister. But the reason why Yan Song is Yan Song is because of this gentleness. Your Majesty, whatever you say is what you mean... You have the final say. This was his style of serving Emperor Jiajing. The eyes of Emperor Jiajing were filled with coldness. "When did the imperial prison become a restaurant? Where is Lu Bing?" "Your Majesty, Commander Lu..." Huang Jin glanced outside the palace, "He has not arrived yet." "Everyone is of one mind, they just kept it a secret from me. What a loyal Yan Song, what a loyal old dog!" Emperor Jiajing gnashed his teeth and said, "Prime Minister Yan, when did you prepare for rebellion?" Yan Song shuddered and fell to the ground. It's the posture of prostrating oneself. Trembling all over. "Your Majesty, I...will die!"
No explanation, no excuses. If you think that I deserve to die, then I must die. After a domestic dog is completely tamed, it will turn over and expose its most vulnerable belly to you. This is surrender. Yan Song was like a surrendered old dog at this moment, with his belly spread out... Sure enough, Emperor Jiajing's breathing gradually calmed down. "roll!" Yan Song walked out of the hall with sweat all over his forehead, and felt that the sunshine was extremely beautiful. It's so rewarding, as if I had just returned to the world from hell. Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger! He gasped, wondering what kind of memorial had made Emperor Jiajing so angry. Imperial prison...restaurant. Mandarin! "Motosuke!" Lu Bing came and nodded with a smile. Yan Song was about to wink, but Huang Jin's voice came from behind him, "Commander Lu, follow us!" Yan Song smiled bitterly in his heart. After walking a few steps, I heard the roar of Emperor Jiajing coming from the hall. "When did the Imperial Prison become Zhao Wenhua's second home? You serve wine and meat, are there women? Is there a troupe of actors? You bastard, is this how you repay my trust? You idiot, I..." Bah! I don't know what was smashed. Then came Lu Bing’s miserable groan. Was it Wenhua who messed up? Only at this moment did Yan Song determine the reason for Emperor Jiajing's outburst. Imperial prison, restaurant... So, who submitted the memorial? Back at the duty room, Yan Shifan was furious when he heard this. "All memorials have passed through my hands. How could this one exist? This is clearly Zhao Wenhua's own memorial of apology." Yan Song covered his forehead and said, "Yes, this is the only way to avoid our eyes and ears." Memorials from the imperial prison were presented directly to the emperor without going through the prime minister. "But why did Your Majesty mention the Imperial Prison Restaurant?"
"Ask Lu Bing!" Lu Bing is here. His cheeks were swollen, and he covered his face and said, "Wait a minute while I go and ask about this matter..." "Not right!" Yan Shifan stopped him, and Lu Bing realized, "Yes, if I go and ask about it in person, it will be seen as an attempt to cover up something, and His Majesty might think I am destroying evidence." Zhao Wenhua, what the hell did you do to make His Majesty so angry? Lu Bing called his followers to inquire about this matter. The attendant will return later. "Our people asked Zhao Wenhua to write a letter of apology. He was very proud and ordered a table of wine and food. He ate for more than an hour and wrote the letter after he was half drunk... Our clerk checked it and said there was no problem." "Then how does Your Majesty know that he has eaten meat and drunk wine?" Yan Shifan asked. The follower shook his head. "Memorials...wine and meat, could it be that Wenhua vomited something in the memorial?" Yan Song pondered carefully. "Yes, this is the only possibility." Yan Shifan sighed, "This idiot, can't he just be patient for half a day? After he is released from prison, no one will dare to stop him even if he gets drunk." Mud! Yan Shifan shook his head and even felt a little happy. "What does Your Majesty say?" Yan Song asked. Emperor Jiajing must have given Lu Bing instructions on how to deal with Zhao Wenhua in the imperial prison. Lu Bing stood up and actually started laughing. It's a very enjoyable feeling. "Your Majesty orders that Zhao Wenhua be flogged fifty times." "At least half dead!" Yan Shifan said, "Otherwise His Majesty will think you are partial." "Donglou is right." Lu Bing smiled as if he had gotten his revenge. "Your Majesty ordered me to do it myself." Yan Song: “…” Yan Shifan: “…” But it's not over yet. "Your Majesty, have someone supervise the execution." Lu Bing said. "Who?" "Jiang Qingzhi!" …… Outside the back door of the Xiao family, Xu Wei handed over the wine gourd, "There's not much wine left, drink sparingly."
Outside the back door of the Jiang family, Hu Zongxian reached out across the line to take the wine gourd and said seriously, "I'm just trying it." Once he raised his head, it never lowered it. "Shut up, you shameless bastard!" Xu Wei was angry. "Ah!" Hu Zongxian drank heartily and let out a long sigh, "It's not easy to drink heartily at home, it's great!" "You have to act like a great talent in the Bo's Mansion. It's embarrassing to drink the fine wine..." Xu Wei took the wine gourd and shook it a few times. He listened to the movement inside and said with a heartache: "This is the fine wine of the Wang family. One gourd cost me half a month's salary." "I'll fill it up for you later." Hu Zongxian looked generous, as if he had no shortage of money. "How much did Chang Wei Bo...pay you?" Xu Wei asked casually. Hu Zongxian stretched out a finger. "One string?" Xu Wei saw Hu Zongxian sneer, then he said seriously: "Ten strings! That's stingy." "Stingy?" Hu Zongxian sneered, with a generous look on his face. "The highest monthly salary of the staff of the powerful in the capital is only this much. And the clothes and various expenses for the four seasons are all reimbursed by the mansion." Hey! Xu Wei felt that the wine was no longer fragrant. "My uncle said that if there are any major expenses, just ask." Motherfucker! "Is it great to be rich?" Xu Wei said, "But can't I still watch Zhao Wenhua live freely and be helpless? It's better for me to get drunk every day, hahaha!" "I have something else to do. By the way, tomorrow will be the same as usual." Hu Zongxian went in. Xu Wei sat there in a daze. "The current situation... the Yan Party is powerful, and this Lord Wei can only stabilize the situation because of the trust of His Majesty. It can be said that he is walking on thin ice. The Zhao Wenhua incident may seem insignificant, but it can show the strength of both sides... The outside world watched with cold eyes, and seeing the Yan Party enjoying its freedom and happiness, they naturally wanted to rely on it. But Jiang Qingzhi became more and more lonely..." "If we can give Zhao Wenhua a good beating, I think the outside world will look at this Chang Wei Bo differently. But how can we break the impasse?" Xu Wei scratched his head. The door next door opened and Xu Wei regained his coolness. In this world, there are not many people who can be his friends. Shen Lian is one of them, and that’s because they are relatives. The second one is Hu Zongxian. Others are thinking about getting Xu Wei to be in a good mood, but you’re dreaming. "Old Xu!" "Why are you here again?" Xu Wei held the wine gourd vigilantly. Hu Zongxian's eyes were sharp. "Someone came from the palace. His Majesty ordered you to go to the imperial prison to supervise the execution." "Who are we going to deal with?" Xu Wei asked. "Your Majesty ordered Lu Bing to personally whip Zhao Wenhua fifty times, and the Earl will supervise the punishment."
The corners of Hu Zongxian's mouth curled up slightly. "This...isn't this asking Chang Wei Bo to personally slap Lu Bing and Zhao Wenhua in the face?" Xu Wei jumped up, "How did he do that?" Hu Zongxian smiled, "Why do you think it was done by Lord Bo?" "The court is under the supervision of Yan Song and his clique, and the imperial prison is under the supervision of Lu Bing. Who can touch Zhao Wenhua?" Xu Wei cursed, "Damn it, if this was not done by Lord Changwei, I will cut off my head and use it as a drinking gourd for you." He handed over the wine gourd, "Old Hu, tell me how Long Wilbur did it." "I really don't know." Hu Zongxian stretched out his hand. Xu Wei retracted his hand quickly, "Don't even think about it!" …… Imprisonment. Zhao Wenhua lay on the newly changed bedding, with his legs crossed, his hands behind his head, and humming a popular tune in the brothel. Don’t think that the hobbies of noble people are extraordinary and nobler than those of ordinary people. In fact, the hobbies of many noble people are more vulgar and more… He was thinking about how to put some eye drops on Jiang Qingzhi after he got out. "I didn't expect that the son of a son-in-law from Suzhou Prefecture would become our formidable enemy. If I had known this earlier, I should have taken ruthless action..." Zhao Wenhua felt a little regretful. The sound of footsteps came. The man next door flattered, "Tongzhengshi, please take care! When I am released from prison, I will definitely come to your house to thank you." "Don't worry, Lao Li." The prisoner next door had been imprisoned for offending Emperor Jiajing for more than a year. He had heard something before, so he decided to surrender. Zhao Wenhua didn't care, thinking it was a good thing to win over someone. Just like in history, Hu Zongxian, the inspector of Zhejiang, wanted to please him by offering him beautiful women and money, which made Zhao Wenhua think that this brother was good enough, so he gave advice to his godfather Yan Song, and then Hu Zongxian rose to prominence and began his legendary anti-Japanese war... Footsteps approaching. Zhao Wenhua looked up, "Old Lu..." Lu Bing turned sideways outside the cell, and Jiang Qingzhi came out smiling. "Jiang Qingzhi!" Zhao Wenhua's heart sank. "What are you doing here?" Jiang Qingzhi said: "Commander Lu, let's get started!" "Yes." At this moment, Jiang Qingzhi was the representative of Emperor Jiajing, and Lu Bing was very respectful. Zhao Wenhua felt something was wrong, "Old Lu, this is..."
"Open the door." Lu Bing said in a deep voice. The cell was opened and two jailers dragged Zhao Wenhua out. The benches are set out. Zhao Wenhua was pressed down and the jailer tied him up skillfully. Zhao Wenhua felt like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered. When his pants were stripped off, Zhao Wenhua couldn't help but shout, "Old Lu, what are you doing?" Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "It's very white and tender, but it's a pity that Commander Lu doesn't like it." Zhao Wenhua's heart sank, "You bastard, did you let in some slander?" The jailer finished tying the men up and retreated. Zhao Wenhua was so frightened when he saw Lu Bing taking the whip from his attendant that he trembled all over. "I want to see your Majesty. I am loyal to your Majesty. I have served your Majesty..." Woo! The whip was swung in the air and Lu Bing found the feeling. Whip hard. Snapped! "Ow!" Zhao Wenhua only felt severe pain in his buttocks and couldn't help screaming. "one!" Jiang Qingzhi thought. Only then did Zhao Wenhua realize that Jiang Qingzhi was the supervising executioner. Snapped! "Ow!" "two!" With Jiang Qingzhi by his side, Lu Bing was ruthless in every blow. Zhao Wenhua burst into tears amidst the screams. "Your Majesty, please spare my life..." "Ten, eleven... Old Lu, have you not eaten or what? Aren't you just tickling Minister Zhao?" The whip was swung harder and harder. The screams became more and more piercing. Zhao Wenhua screamed while cursing, "Jiang Qingzhi, you will not die well..." "Haha!" Jiang Qingzhi laughed and said, "Old Lu, what do you mean by threatening the supervising officer?" "You're asking for death!" Lu Bing secretly cursed Zhao Wenhua for losing his temper and had to use more force. But he did not think about the fact that Zhao Wenhua had never suffered such a crime before. If he did not have a trace of rationality left, he would have dared to curse Emperor Jiajing at this moment.
Lu Bing, an ally of the Yan Party, waved the whip. The person being tortured was Zhao Wenhua, a general of the Yan Party. Jiang Qingzhi, an enemy of Yan's party, supervised the execution. This strange scene left people stunned. Li Jing, the deputy centurion in charge of daily affairs of the imperial prison, was in the shadows behind. He said softly: "Commander, don't blame me." Jiang Qingzhi raised his eyes and saw Li Jing. Smile. Li Jing nodded and shrank back. The scene where Fu Cheng personally found him earlier came to mind... …… "My uncle said that if Zhao Wenhua wants to escape punishment, he must submit a petition for apology. You only need to do something with the petition. It doesn't need to be too much, just do something at the end." Li Jing was a little nervous at the time. He thought he would have nothing to do with Jiang Qingzhi in this life, but he didn't expect the nightmare to come again. "If I'm discovered, Lu Bing will skin me alive." "My uncle can fight the Yan Party alone, and now he has more helpers around him. Do you think we will lose?" "us?" "Yes, Uncle said, tell Li Jing that we share honor and disgrace!" …… "Ow!" The screams echoed in the long alley. Isn’t Zhao Wenhua, the general of the Yan Party, howling in pain under the whip of his ally Lu Bing? Li Jing looked at Jiang Qingzhi and nodded vigorously. "My uncle will definitely not lose!" The dim light from the oil lamp cast the shadow of the person wielding the whip around. It's like hell. And the big tripod in Jiang Qingzhi's mind actually began to spin... (End of this chapter)