Chapter 12 The Black Materials of Documentary Records
Gao Yaokang suddenly raised his head, his humble eyes showing a hint of cruelty.
"Don't you think the prince has any mercy at all?"
Zhao Huan was also unambiguous and straightforward: "I kidnapped the servants of the palace. I did not break your dog's legs. I have already given face to the Zugao family."
Gao Yaokang wanted to eat Zhao Huan alive, but when he thought of the three old cases that Zhao Huan had dug up just now, the anger in his heart was instantly replaced by fear.
Gao Yaokang must endure it until he finds out how many trump cards Zhao Huan has!
"Okay! Just use the Red Swallow Pavilion to offset it!"
Zhao Huan did not hesitate and said neatly: "Chang Fu, go back to the government and transfer people to demolish the Hongyan Pavilion for me!"
What?!
Everyone present had a bewildered expression on their face.
Demolish the Hongyan Pavilion? Could it be that Zhao Huan’s head was kicked by a donkey?
Hongyan Pavilion is one of the eight major monasteries. If it is demolished directly, wouldn’t it be a waste of natural resources?
Zhao Huan didn't care about so many. He dared to accept even the maids of the royal family in Hongyan Pavilion. Who knows how many good women he had murdered in private.
If there is one less of this kind of ghost place, the Song Dynasty will be more peaceful!
One moment, there was singing and dancing here, but in the blink of an eye, it has turned into ruins.
Zhu Lian, who had witnessed the entire incident, fell silent.
Zhao Huan not only rescued Xiaochai, but also trampled on the arrogant Gao Yaokang, and even destroyed the Hongyan Pavilion, which had caused endless harm.
Fifty thousand taels of silver for one tooth? This is definitely not a lion's mouth, but the courage that a royal relative should have!
Zhu Lian's lifeless heart actually felt a little throbbing.
But what accompanied it was a deeper sense of powerlessness.
The beauty of the forest will be destroyed by the wind, and the prince is majestic, so Zhu Lian is naturally happy, but it is probably only a matter of time before the treacherous ministers and traitors attack him...
But no matter what, Zhao Huan rescued Xiaochai and re-established the authority of the palace.
Even if it is just a short-lived prosperity, it is worth celebrating.
The news that the Hongyan Pavilion was smashed spread like wildfire.
In this era when entertainment life is extremely scarce, the most popular leisure and entertainment is nothing more than eating melon and watching.
Not long after, many people gathered outside Hongyan Pavilion.
Seeing the plaques that fell on the ground and the ruins that were being cleared away, the people present all felt weird.
"The Hongyan Pavilion was really demolished? Could it be that some big shot was involved?"
"Look at what you said, how many people in Bianjing dare to demolish the Hongyan Pavilion?"
"That's right! Don't even look at who is behind Hongyan Pavilion!"
"I heard that... I provoked King Ding!"
"who?!"
"Hahaha, is this the trash prince recognized by Bianjing?"
"You really don't believe it. Even Gao Yaokang bowed his head before King Ding. And it is said that... if you don't succeed in playing the monkey, you will be played by the monkey. In short, you will be miserable!"
"More than that!"
"A tooth of the palace maid was knocked out. How much do you think Gao Yaokang paid?"
"It's just a few dozen taels of silver."
"Haha, a few dozen taels? A full fifty thousand taels of silver!"
"What?! Fifty thousand taels of silver per tooth?!"
The scene was in an uproar, and the onlookers all looked in shock.
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the crowd.
"Good job!"
"This den that eats people without spitting out their bones should have been demolished long ago."
Everyone looked around and saw an old man standing in the crowd with tears on his face.
The old man looked extremely excited. His daughter was kidnapped into the Hongyan Pavilion and was "disastered" because she refused to die.
He knelt down with a thud and fell to his knees outside the door of Hongyan Hall, crying heartbrokenly.
"Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me."
"The little old man rented a piece of land outside the city. The landlord deliberately raised the rent. The little old man had no choice but to borrow money to pay the rent. He couldn't pay it back after repeated visits."
"My poor daughter was sold to Hongyan Pavilion to pay off her debts. After being ruined into a disgrace, she was then sold to a squire."
"The old woman couldn't stand the excitement and threw herself into the well."
"Nowadays, the little old man can only beg in the city, and he has to be driven around by the government officials..."
"If you don't even let me make the decision, what am I still doing?"
Hearing the cries coming from outside the door, Zhao Huan stepped out of the Hongyan Pavilion.
The old man, already in his sixties, knelt on the ground and cried like a child.
Zhao Huan directly helped the old man up regardless of his dignity.
In today's troubled times, there are too many man-made disasters like this.
Although Zhao Huan felt the same way, he was still weak and all he could do was to take out a piece of silver from his sleeve and put it into the old man's hand.
"Take this money and make ends meet first, then..."
Before Zhao Huan could finish speaking, the old man had already stuffed the money back, sobbing and shaking his head.
"Your Majesty is giving alms to me, are you not going to let me make the decision?"
Zhao Huan sighed softly and said seriously: "Old sir, how much money do you need to redeem your daughter?"
The old man's face was full of despair, and he trembled: "At least... one hundred taels of silver."
According to the consumption level of the Song Dynasty, one hundred taels of silver was not a particularly large amount, but for an old man whose family was ruined, it was still an astronomical figure.
Since Zhao Huan could benefit the world by cutting off a hair, he would not hesitate to make more concessions.
He directly took out two hundred taels of silver, but instead of handing it to the old man, he stuffed it into Chang Fu's hand.
"You go back to your home and ask a servant to accompany this old gentleman home and help him redeem his daughter."
"If I hand this money over to him, I'm afraid my life will be in jeopardy. With the palace protecting me, it's relatively safe."
The old man couldn't believe his ears. After being stunned for a moment, he struggled to break free from Zhao Huan's hand and knelt on the ground, kowtowing crazily.
"Your Majesty is a thousand years old, you are the reincarnation of Bodhisattva."
"Although I am an old man, no one will say that you are a fool and a playboy in the future. I will sacrifice my life to protect the reputation of the prince."
The people who witnessed the entire incident were all stunned.
Zhao Huan didn't know the old man at all, so he directly gave him a hundred taels of silver just because he complained about his grievances, and even sent a servant from the palace to escort the old man back to redeem him?!
There was a lot of discussion at the scene, and everyone felt that this strange scene was either Zhao Huan making a show on the spot, or it was the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva...
At this moment, there was a sneer from the crowd.
"Your Majesty is really good at acting!"
"If you are so kind-hearted, you should use your own money to help this poor old man."
"Using the money blackmailed from the Gao family to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha, what kind of skill is that?"
Wu Zheng, the Gao family eagle dog hidden in the crowd, shoulders a heavy responsibility. He must ruin Zhao Huan's reputation. Even if Zhao Huan has money, he cannot participate in the fund-raising meeting.
Faced with Wu Zheng's doubts, Zhao Huan opened his eyes wide and showed an expression of disbelief.
"You said this silver belongs to the Gao family? Do you have any evidence?"