The night faded amidst the suffering of many people, and the light gradually glowed in the eastern sky, indicating that a new day had arrived.
In Wudingfang Yangjiyuan, the old concubines who were recuperating here and the maids who were old and had no place to go also all got up to do things.
Soon, those hidden corpses were discovered by the people working in the old palace, and sharp shouts came from the almshouse.
"It's a murder, please report officer..."
The nun in charge immediately ordered the servant to rush to the Yamen. The death of someone in the almshouse was a serious matter.
It rained continuously all night, so we arranged for someone to report it to the official. The steward heard the report again: "Mother Wang, everyone in the west courtyard is dead!"
"What?"
Concubine Duan and several "palace ladies" lived in the west courtyard. The Empress Dowager personally told her that Concubine Duan could not be allowed to die.
But now, everyone in the entire courtyard is dead. If the Empress Dowager is responsible for this...
Thinking of this, Grandma Wang was frightened.
"This...what can we do!"
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A new day has arrived, and the palace is peaceful.
Facing the rising sun, Emperor Zhao Weilong is putting on his clothes.
He had not arranged a court meeting in the morning, but was going to attend a lecture by Mr. Fang, a great Confucian from Jiangnan.
The name of Mr. Fang was Fang Hongji. The Meilin School he created was practiced by many students in the southern counties, and its influence was not ordinary.
In order to stabilize the hearts of the people in the south, Zhao Weilong paid special respect to Fang Hongji, but of course the latter's character did deserve his respect.
As Zhao Weilong was putting on his clothes, Queen Zhen Xianglian appeared from behind and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, what is Mr. Fang going to say in class today?"
"The Queen is so curious? Does she also want to attend Mr. Fang's class?" Zhao Weilong turned around and joked.
Since the last time the two exchanged their heart-to-hearts, the relationship between the emperor and the empress has become much closer, and they have become each other's intimates.
After Zhen Xianglian came closer, he stood on tiptoe to straighten Zhao Weilong's collar and said, "If I follow you, I'm afraid I will make the old gentleman run away, so I won't cause any trouble to the emperor!"
Zhao Weilong said helplessly: "That's true, Mr. Fang has such an old-fashioned temperament!"
The two chatted and joked for a while, guessing that the time was almost up, Zhao Weilong left the queen's palace and headed straight for Wenyuan Pavilion.
But before he could reach the place, Wang An, the editor-in-chief and supervisor, rushed over, holding the battle report from the front line in his hand.
"Your Majesty, news came back from the Western Front Camp Shen Cheng that Long Zhi's right guard was attacked and defeated..."
"What?" Zhao Weilong's expression changed drastically, and he immediately ordered the sedan to stop.
Wang An quickly stepped forward and handed the secret letter in his hand to Zhao Weilong.
After receiving the secret letter, Zhao Weilong immediately opened it and read it.
"The slave's palm seal supervisor Wang Chengjin is playing..."
The Western Front Army concentrated the most powerful military power of the imperial court, so the eunuchs who oversee the army were assigned the palm seal, Prison Bingbi.
The content of the letter was concise, explaining the defeat of Long Zhiyouwei, which made Zhao Weilong furious.
"What happened the day before yesterday, why didn't Lu Liqing's report arrive? Is it possible that his eight hundred miles of rush were slower than the news sent by Shen Cheng?" Zhao Weilong stared at Wang An and asked.
The Lu Liqing he referred to was the current commander-in-chief of the Western Front Camp and the Crown Prince and Grand Master Cheng Guogong Lu Liqing.
Although he had no doubts about his employment, it was really hard for the young Zhao Weilong to trust these military leaders.
Wang An had no way of answering his question, and he didn't have the guts to discuss such a matter without authorization.
In fact, Zhao Weilong really wrongly blamed Lu
Long Zhi's right guard was defeated, and now Lu Liqing is still gathering the defeated troops. He doesn't even know who the enemy is, so he is not in a hurry to report it.
Zhao Weilong said solemnly: "Immediately send someone from the palace to the front line to ask what is going on!"
"Yes... I will make arrangements right now!"
After answering, Wang An ran away quickly. He just wanted to stay away from the place of right and wrong.
Sitting on the sedan chair again, Zhao Weilong tried to calm down.
There are only thirteen guards left in the Forbidden Army. Zhao Weilong will be heartbroken if any one of them suffers a huge defeat.
Of course, the most critical question at the moment is who attacked Long Zhiyouwei and who were the so-called "enemy troops" in Shen Cheng's memorial.
In addition, this sudden appearance of a powerful enemy will also have an impact on the general trend of the world, especially the southwest, which is on the verge of rebellion.
Thinking of this, the stability of the South becomes even more important.
This means that Zhao Weilong still has to go to class and have a detailed discussion with Mr. Fang.
Suppressing the shock and anger in his heart, Zhao Weilong ordered the carriage to continue its journey.
When he arrived at Wenyuan Pavilion, officials from the Hanlin Academy and the Ministry of Rites were already there, and Fang Hongji was waiting at the palace gate himself.
"Old minister, I pay homage to the Emperor!"
Seeing the seventy-something old man kneeling tremblingly, Zhao Weilong was afraid that something might have happened, so he immediately stepped forward to support him.
"No gifts for the old gentleman!"
At this time, the surrounding officials also saluted Zhao Weilong, but they were not treated like Fang Hongji.
After the ceremony was over, Zhao Weilong led everyone into the pavilion and began today's lectures.
Although Fang Hongji is old, he is full of energy when giving lectures, and the content of his lectures is indeed worthy of praise.
After one class, the whole morning has passed.
The officials dispersed according to the order, but Fang Hongji was left behind, and Zhao Weilong wanted to have a martial meal with him.
Walking in the palace corridor, Zhao Weilong asked others to follow him at a distance, so that he and Fang Hongji could have space alone.
"Old sir, I am young and not very knowledgeable. I will never bother you sir in the future!"
Hearing this, Fang Hongji replied: "The emperor has the talent of heaven and man. As long as he is diligent in studying, he must learn from the past and the present. The old minister is just living his years!"
Zhao Weilong said with a smile: "The old gentleman is too modest. There are many students of the Meilin School in Jiangnan, which shows that I am not the only one who thinks that the gentleman is very knowledgeable!"
Founding the Meilin School was the most proud thing in Fang Hongji's life. When Zhao Weilong mentioned it, he seemed particularly calm.
For Fang Hongji, decades of preaching, learning, and solving problems are also a process of continuous learning and progress.
Fame, fortune and fortune were like clouds to him. The reason why he chose to go to Beijing was to contribute to the stability of the world in the current troubled times.
At this time, Zhao Weilong got straight to the point and asked: "Old sir... Now that Shu County in the south is unstable, why can you teach me?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Hongji replied directly: "The instability in the south is due to the instability of the human heart... The instability of the human heart is due to greed. This is the result of not correcting the way!"
Next, Fang Hongji analyzed the situation in the south in detail and expressed his attitude to Zhao Weilong.
He would call on the scholars in the southern counties to be loyal to the court and their emperor and father, and not to do things that would make their relatives happy or their enemies happy.
The so-called enemies here refer to the raging zombies.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the south is safe!"
Zhao Weilong smiled and said: "Mr. You's words have made me feel a lot more at ease!"
The two of them continued to walk forward, but then Wang An returned again with a very ugly expression on his face.
"emperor……"
As soon as he saw Wang An like this, Zhao Weilong knew that something was wrong, so he asked impatiently: "What's the matter?"
Wang An glanced at Fang Hongji next to him, and he meant to ask the latter to avoid it.
"Old sir, you go first, right in front!"
"Yes!" Fang Hongji left knowingly.
After he walked away, Zhao Weilong asked coldly: "Say it!"
Wang An lowered his head and reported: "Your Majesty, something happened in Wudingfang. More than thirty soldiers from the patrol department were killed, twenty-seven people from the nursing home were killed, and Princess Duan is missing!"
