Chen Guanlou stood in front of the prison door, his face as gloomy as water. Just now, he informed Lord Jiang Fengyu of the sentence of immediate execution. "His Majesty personally issued the decree. The decree reached the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of Justice tried hard, but no one could change His Majesty's decision. I heard that someone proposed to go to Taiji Palace to petition His Majesty to withdraw the order." Jiang Fengyu had been sitting on the bed. Since Chen Guanlou informed him of the news of the immediate execution, he had not said a word and had been sitting motionless, like a clay sculpture. "Lord Jiang, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? If you have something to say to your family, I will prepare the four treasures of the study for you and help you send letters." Chen Guanlou rarely sympathized with an official who was about to be beheaded. Jiang Fengyu was a poor official in Beijing. He was so poor that he had to patch his official robes and borrow money to eat. Just because he signed his name on the memorial impeaching Jiang Tu, he was arrested and thrown into the Tianlao. The only thing he was thankful for was that the imperial prison was overcrowded, so he went to the Tianlao and escaped the fierce Jinyiwei, and did not suffer any physical pain. It was pitiful and sad. He lost his life for just signing his name. He was not a traitor! The old emperor favored Jiang Tu, and he had no bottom line at all. In order to vent his anger on Jiang Tu, he ignored the facts and wanted to behead all the officials who signed his name. Did the old emperor think that the court was not making enough noise? Did he think that the traitors in Jinzhou were not making enough noise?
"Master Jiang, what do you want to eat? Forget it, when you think of it, call me and I will try my best to satisfy you." Sympathy can only make things easier for Master Jiang, but it cannot change the outcome. He left silently, hoping that Jiang Fengyu would wake up as soon as possible and arrange his affairs after his death. Chen Guanlou did not stop after passing by Yu Zhaoan's prison door. Yu Zhaoan was not willing to be lonely, and muttered to him, "It's getting chaotic!" "Lord Jiang was beheaded, you seem very happy?" Chen Guanlou narrowed his eyes and stared at him. Yu Zhaoan laughed, "Chen, you are finally willing to talk to me. I thought you would keep silent." Chen Guanlou remained silent. Some things don't need to be exposed, just know each other. Yu Zhaoan smiled knowingly, everything is under control, "Jiang Fengyu and others were beheaded, this is just the beginning. Wait and see, it will get worse and worse later." Chen Guanlou opened his mouth and asked, "The ending can't be changed?" Yu Zhaoan shook his head, "No one can change your majesty's decision, no! Unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless it's your majesty ten years ago, maybe there is a glimmer of hope." The old emperor ten years ago still listened to the advice of his ministers and occasionally reflected on himself. Today's old emperor is stubborn, suspicious and cold, and insists on his own way. No one can change the old emperor's decision, not even Jiang Tu. Jiang Tu's rise was just a coincidence. If it wasn't Jiang Tu, it would be Xu Tu, Li Tu, or Zhang Tu. There will always be someone who becomes the old emperor's favorite lackey and does some dirty things for the old emperor. "Since you can't do anything, why are you talking nonsense? I don't have time to chat with you." Chen Guanlou retorted unceremoniously. Yu Zhaoan smiled, and smiled very proudly, "Chentou is holding a grudge against me! I originally wanted to shine the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch. Chentou, Chentou, you don't know what's good for you, and you don't know the good heart. I can actually make mistakes sometimes, I'm really blind." "If I knew what's good for you, the grass on the grave would be half a person high by now." Chen Guanlou snorted coldly. "Do you really think that the death of the jailer named Hong was caused by me?" Yu Zhaoan simply pointed it out and asked directly.
Chen Guanlou stared at the other party, speculating what tricks and purposes the other party had at this moment. "It's hard for Lord Yu to remember the surname of a small jailer." "You really believe that it was me who did it. Humph, I don't have to bother with a small jailer." Yu Zhaoan was as arrogant as ever, "There are more than one person in this prison who wants to pass on the news. Chentou, you can't believe that I killed your people because of prejudice. In your words, this is subjective consciousness, not objective at all." Using his spear to attack his shield, Chen Guanlou laughed. "Whether you did it or not is actually not important. What's important is that I know what kind of person you are and what kind of things you can do. Lord Yu has no other high opinions, goodbye!" Chen Guanlou didn't want to entangle with the other party and left quickly. As for Yu Zhaoan's defense, he didn't believe a word. Even if the other party might be willing to lie, so what? Hong Zhuangshi is dead, this is an indisputable fact. The money in the firewood pile is of unknown origin, which is also a fact. After a day and a night of silence, Jiang Fengyu finally came to his senses. He looked at Chen Guanlou crying. A grown man, who was originally ugly, was even more unbearable to look at when he cried. There was a reason why Jiang Fengyu had been an official for so many years but had never been successful. Officials who were qualified to stand in the court, regardless of their abilities, at least in terms of appearance, were all handsome. For example, Yu Zhaoan in the cell next door, looked like a handsome old man even at the age of sixty. It was heard that Jiang Tu, who was deeply favored by His Majesty, had a face that was more handsome than Pan An, which was pleasing to the eye. The case was solved, the old emperor was a beauty lover! Those who were ugly were directly kicked out. Chen Guanlou rubbed his eyebrows and was worried! "Sir Jiang, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just say it. The Tianlao is still very humane at times, and we will try our best to satisfy you if we can." Jiang Fengyu sobbed and said: "I have been in the capital for more than ten years and have never gone home. I only exchange letters. I am unfilial!" "I need the four treasures of the study. I will order them to be sent to you now." Jiang Fengyu nodded and shook his head, crying with snot and tears, and expressed the grievances in his heart, "On the first day I came to the capital, I passed by Zhang Ji's roast duck. The smell is still unforgettable. I plan to wait until some time. When I have enough money, I will eat roast duck until my stomach is full. More than ten years have passed, but I have never tasted Zhang Ji roast duck. I am going to die, but I have not tasted Zhang Ji roast duck. The smell makes me want to die with my eyes closed!" Ah, that’s it? Chen Guanlou was silent! That's not it! He took a deep breath and solemnly promised: "Isn't it just Zhang Ji's roast duck? I'll arrange it for you tonight. I guarantee you'll eat to your heart's content." Jiang Fengyu nodded gratefully to Chen Guanlou, then wiped his nose and tears with his sleeves, "Thank you very much, Mr. Chen. Besides, I still owe money..." “Debts are gone when you die, so you don’t have to worry about your debts.” "That's good, that's good." Jiang Fengyu was relieved, but his tears couldn't stop falling. He was really scared! Everyone in the world is afraid of death, why would it be his turn to be a poor official in the capital? "Thunder, rain, and dew are all grace. But why am I not convinced in my heart? I want to write a memorial, I want, I want, I want to impeach Jiang Tu. Since I am going to die, before I die, I want to write an impeachment memorial myself. Please ask Mr. Chen to transfer him to the Department of Transportation. Even if he goes to hell, I still want to see what happens to Jiang Tu. I want to see how long he can be arrogant." Chen Guanlou hesitated for a few seconds and then asked more eloquently, "Master Jiang really wants to impeach Jiang Tu?"