Because Yan Chen and the emperor joined forces, Zhao Qin was completely forced out of Shangjing and traveled far away from the territory.
But walking away doesn't mean giving up and admitting defeat. If Zhao Qin doesn't cause something, he won't be called Zhao Qin.
Ye Wanwan always felt that Zhao Qin was harboring a bigger conspiracy, which might lead to more deaths and be more serious, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with her. It was not her, a woman's turn, to worry about major world events.
Yan Chen didn't want to conflict with the Feng family, not because he didn't want to offend, but because he wanted to cause trouble.
So after finding out more about it, he directly brought the matter to the attention of the emperor. No matter what, the matter would eventually have to be dealt with by the emperor.
Zhao Zhuo almost vomited blood when he knew about this. He didn't know if the Feng family could help, but he was definitely very good at stabbing someone with a knife, and he could do it accurately every time.
Knowing that the matter was serious, Zhao Zhuo personally took people to Feng's house. Before dawn, the imperial army surrounded Feng's house with flames rising into the sky. Without any notice, they broke in directly.
The Feng family were all still dreaming. The imperial army rushed directly into the hospital. The Feng family and his son were taken out and thrown in front of Zhao Zhuo without even putting on their clothes.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why are you here?"
"Oh, my old bones are almost falling apart. What are you doing, Your Majesty? Who made you unhappy?"
The Feng family father and son were picked out for no reason. Although they were a little confused, they were not afraid. Especially after seeing Zhao Zhuo, even their slight panic disappeared.
The emperor is his grandson, with the blood of their Feng family, what should they have to panic about?
Zhao Zhuo sat there with a straight face. Although the atmosphere and scene were obviously not right, Feng Zhang and the others did not notice the sense of crisis, and did not even think about why the emperor was so menacing at this time.
"It's too cold. Your Majesty, please sit down for now. I'll get dressed and come back."
After saying that, he actually stood up and wanted to leave, but since he was captured, he was not allowed to do as he pleased. The imperial army blocked his way, and Zhao Zhuo said: "It seems that Feng Guogong is not awake yet, throw him out to regain his consciousness."
Feng Zhang was dragged out directly and forced to stand in the open air. The night wind was biting and cold, and Feng Zhang instantly shivered from the cold. He even sneezed a few times and woke up.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing... Your Majesty..." Feng Zhang finally realized something was wrong, but Zhao Zhuo didn't want to pay attention to him now.
Fengjun was also cold, but it was better inside than outside, so he quickly begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, your grandpa is old and in poor health. It's freezing in the snow and ice. The Queen Mother doesn't know how distressed she is. No matter why you are so angry."
Anger can't torture people, why don't we put on our clothes first and have a nice talk in the room?"
Seriously? He was not in the mood to talk to idiots, and he would be furious if he looked at them one more time.
Seeing that Feng Jun was too weak to say anything, he immediately lowered his face and put on the airs of an elder.
"If the emperor wants to lose his temper, there must be a reason. If he torments people for no reason, I'll forget it. That's your grandfather, and he can't be justified in being filial or polite!"
Zhao Zhuo looked at the door, a ball of fire burning in his heart: "It really doesn't make sense."
Lin Zheng strode over with a child in his arms: "Your Majesty, we have found him, but he is not well. He has a fever and cannot be woken up."
Zhao Zhuo stood up suddenly: "Go back to the palace and send the imperial doctor!"
Feng Jun was still a little confused when he heard Zhao Zhuo's voice again: "Seal Feng's house and no one is allowed in or out."
"yes!"
Feng Jun was stunned. Seeing the imperial army receding like a tide, he quickly ran towards his own father: "Dad, what's going on? How did the emperor know? Who told the secret?"
Feng Zhang was shivering from the cold and stamped his feet angrily: "How do I know? Your Majesty, this little brat is so ignorant. We have worked so hard for him, and this is what he did to us?"
Feng Jun quickly helped his own father into the house and asked someone to bring him clothes to put on: "I think the emperor seems to be very angry."
Feng Zhang snorted coldly and said: "Isn't he just angry that we didn't tell him? Isn't this for his own good? Don't look at his indecisive temperament. Without my help, sooner or later he will be killed by the people in the court.
The skin was peeled off."
"The Duke of Lu has a large army and the golden seal of the founding emperor. As long as he can hold the father and son in his hands, what do those vassal kings have to fear?"
"To achieve great things, he doesn't stick to trivial matters, especially since his throne is unstable now. He should use any means at all costs. This breaks my heart. He dares to slander me. He is simply a white-eyed wolf."
Feng Jun: "Don't be angry, dad. Let's have a cup of hot tea. I will explain it to the emperor when I enter the palace. He will definitely understand your good intentions."
How should I put it? To be self-righteous to the extreme is to be blind. Anyway, in the eyes of these two father and son, what they did was right and worthy of praise.
Zhao Zhuo took Xiao Chengdong into the palace, and the imperial doctor also came. He quickly examined the child and found that he was not injured, but that he had contracted the cold due to lack of care.
Thinking about the border crossing here and the heavy snow and wind, how could you not get sick?
Cheng Dong, the only Miaomiao of the third generation of the Cheng family.
Zhao Zhuo can already think of the anger of the Cheng family. If something happens again... I don't dare to think about that situation.
It's not that the Cheng family dares to rebel, but it chills the hearts of the Cheng family. If there is turmoil in the future, he, the young emperor, is not something he can handle.
Zhao Zhuo took a sip of tea. The warm tea failed to soothe the irritability in his heart. Instead, it lit the flame even brighter. He put down the tea cup and stood up, walking towards Tai'an Temple.
The Queen Mother had not yet gotten up, and someone called her up after Zhao Zhuo arrived. Feng Wei washed her face in a daze, put on her cloak and walked out.
"Why did the Emperor come so early?"
Zhao Zhuo said nothing. When the palace attendants brought tea and water, he waved everyone to leave.
The atmosphere was a bit solemn. Feng Wei noticed something unusual and became completely awake: "Zhuo'er, what happened? Tell your mother."
Although mother and son are not as close as before, they are still connected by blood. Feng Wei is still worried about this son. This is the emperor and her son.
Zhao Zhuo picked up the lid of the cup and put it down again. The sound of the collision was clear and crisp. He looked at the door, seemed to have been thinking for a long time, and asked: "Mother, does this country belong to me or the Feng family?"
Feng Wei's heart suddenly pounded: "Why did Zhuo'er say this? You are the emperor, of course this country is yours."
She looked at Zhao Zhuo nervously: "But what did someone say to you? Don't listen to their nonsense. Your grandpa and uncle have absolutely no different intentions. Don't be deceived."
Zhao Zhuo closed his eyes: "I hope to be deceived."
He then asked: "If one day they commit a serious crime and I want to kill them, how will my mother be treated?"
Feng Wei couldn't sit still anymore and stood up with a look of shock: "What do you mean? What happened?"