Li Er was startled when he heard this and fell into deep thought.
That's right, Sheng'er is now the number one conspirator in his hands. Even if he is not a child, he can be the prime minister. It is not a matter of asking him to discuss who to find.
But he still shook his head, his face still dark.
"That makes sense, but this person still needs to be killed!"
"Wei Zheng, you have always been loyal and outspoken, and I have always been tolerant of you. But this time I cannot listen to many truths. I must kill this Cui Zhengde!"
"Not only will I kill in front of these aristocratic families, but I will also breathe a sigh of relief for my Sheng'er!"
…
at the same time.
Among several large mansions in the south of Chang'an City.
One of them.
In the inner courtyard, a young boy ran away in panic.
"Oh no!"
"No! Something bad is happening!"
After a while, they arrived in the courtyard, where a middle-aged man was sitting. Several maids were pouring tea and water, and the old man was studying a chess game.
The young man broke in, but the middle-aged man seemed to turn a deaf ear.
The housekeeper had already stopped the young man and scolded him sternly, "You bastard, didn't you see that the master was playing chess?"
The boy said anxiously, "Eighth Young Master... something happened to him!"
"What?!"
The housekeeper was immediately shocked, and at the same time, the middle-aged man who looked calm suddenly turned his head to look at the boy.
"What did you say?"
"Sir, the Eighth Young Master was led by the Xuanjia Army and taken to Dali Temple!"
"Dali Temple? Are you serious about this?!"
"Master, it's absolutely true!"
The middle-aged man took a breath, and his whole body suddenly became weak and collapsed downwards. Several maids were startled and instinctively stepped forward to help him up.
The middle-aged man gasped for a long time before he came back to his senses.
Looking at the sky, his eyes were filled with tears.
"Take away my son Zhengde...take away my son Zhengde..."
This middle-aged man's name is Cui Yun, and he is the current head of the Cui family in Qinghe.
He is not in Chang'an on weekdays, but in Qinghe, presiding over the Cui family affairs and taking charge of all matters.
This time I heard that Cui Zhengde, the eighth son, was in Chang'an. He originally planned to be recommended as an official, but was frustrated and delayed, so he came to Chang'an in person.
But just a few days after arriving, this???
Caught?!
Cui Yun suddenly turned his head and looked at the boy fiercely, "Who captured my son!"
"Old... Master, this is General Li Jing Li!"
"Li...Jing?"
"But Duke Wei, Medicine Master Li?"
"Sir, that's right!"
"Li Jing...Li Jing! How dare you, a thief, attack my son!"
Middle-aged people are very angry.
At this time, there was a noise outside the inner courtyard, and several old men gathered talking and laughing.
When he saw Cui Yun's expression, he immediately froze on the spot, "Yun'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Father... Zhengde, Zhengde was captured by Li Jing's troops and has been sent to Dali Temple!"
Bang!
The old man who had just asked the question stayed where he was for an instant, and the tea cup in his hand fell to pieces!
"Old Cui, calm down!"
"Brother Cui, calm down first, don't get so angry!"
"Brother Cui, calm down!"
The other old men comforted him and helped the dazed old man sit down.
After another period of gasping for air, the old man exhaled in pain, "O Zhengde, Zhengde!"
"Everyone... I, my grandson Zhengde, have always been polite and courteous in Chang'an. Which bureaucrat I met did not treat each other with courtesy and good management?"
"But why...why do we have to suffer this bad fate!"
The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet.
The middle-aged man Cui Yun stood aside, paused and said in a deep voice, "Old man, could it be that there is a change in the government?"
Most of the aristocratic families are ordinary. The older generation gives up the power in the family and goes to live in Chang'an, or simply find someone to recommend as an official, so as to find out the truth for the family.
Cui Yun asked.
The old man suddenly realized, "That's right...who captured Zhengde?"
"Weiguo Gong Li Jing? That's it..."
Several old men looked at each other and then started yelling hatefully.
"This Li Er is definitely going to take action against our family!"
"This Li Er just doesn't care about us and other aristocratic families just because he has a broken throne!"
"Brother Cui, today's revenge must be avenged!"
"Brother Cui..."
"Everyone, please don't worry. Brother Cui, who arrested Zhengde? Are you so bold?"
At this time, a slightly younger old man asked.
The weeping old man sighed and said bitterly:
"It's the Duke of Wei, Li Jing!"
"Li Jing."
The young and old man nodded and smiled. This man was the old man of the Zheng family in Xingyang.
"I also have some impressions about this person. He is also from Li Er's group. Since it was Li Jing who took action, the matter is not complicated. It can only be Li Er who acted as a monster."
"How dare this kid Li Shimin... Where does he have the courage to offend us?"
"I don't know. But Brother Cui, don't panic. People can capture Dali Temple, but why can't they escape accidentally?"
…
"escape?"
The old man of the Cui family was startled and suddenly became ecstatic, "Yes... Zhengde is still alive now, isn't he?"
"Hahaha... In this Dali Temple, from the minister of Dali Temple to more than half of the jailers below, they are all members of my Zheng family in Xingyang. Even if they can arrest Zhengde with a piece of official paper, what's the use?"
The young and old man sneered,
"Brother Cui, just be at ease. I, Zheng, just call me and say hello. Brother Cui will be able to see Sheng'er tomorrow at sunrise!"
"Thank you so much, Brother Cui!"
All the old men laughed together.
Then we also discussed how to take revenge and go back.
He Li Er doesn't take the family seriously, so everyone wants him to know the consequences of the king's disobedience to the people!
Of course, in the minds of this group of people, the group of people in the inner courtyard are all citizens, and ordinary people are not counted as citizens.
"Since ancient times, emperors have ruled the world with scholar-bureaucrats. How can they govern the world with the common people?"
“It’s not me who has the final say on who is guilty and who is innocent in this world!”
…
The same day, late at night.
Underground of Dali Temple, in the heavenly prison.
Rows of grids are separated by extremely thick wooden fences, and inside are haggard people.
Dark and damp.
In the dead silence, there were occasional sounds of dripping water and sobbing... faintly coming from it.
These sounds only enhanced the terrifying atmosphere in the prison.
Within a grille, a familiar figure sat slumped on the ground.
This person is none other than Cui Zhengde.
He looked at the ground with dull eyes and kept mumbling...
"What did I do wrong...what did I do wrong..."
"I am the eighth son of the Cui family in Qinghe, you can't arrest me... I am the eighth son of the Cui family in Qinghe, you can't arrest me..."
At this time, Cui Zhengde had not yet been severely tortured.
In fact, there was no torture against Cui Zhengde.
This is a prison sentence!
Because it is a prison sentence, there is no need for charges. If there is no charge, then there is no need to torture.
The apparent crime is, of course, forced buying and selling, and bullying of civilian traders.
But until now, there has been no interrogation, and Cui Zhengde panicked.
