Chapter 2544: Stop loss in time
An empty city waits for 300,000 dead souls; a lighted lamp waits for eighty-two years.
With a heart, seek peace in the world; respect a country, and remember our eternal Chinese people!
Don’t forget the national humiliation, forge ahead, and have no regrets about entering China in this life, and will still be a flower farmer in the next life!
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The sky was dark and drizzle fell one after another.
A carriage came from the other end of the long street. The strong horse driving the shaft walked briskly, its mane was wet by the rain and hung down. Its hooves as big as a bowl made a "thump" sound on the bluestone, and the low-lying areas Lao Gao was splashed with stagnant water.
The carriage arrived at the gate of Zongzheng Temple under the curtain of rain, then slowly slowed down and stopped.
The coachman who was driving the car jumped out of the carriage wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat. He first held up an umbrella, then stepped forward and bowed to open the door.
A handsome young man jumped out of the carriage and stepped into the rain. The splashed water drops wet his clothes and shoes.
He gently pushed away the servant holding an umbrella, walked quickly to the steps in front of Zongzheng Temple, lifted his robe, climbed the steps to the closed door, and said loudly: "Changsun Huan has come to surrender and accept the crime! ”
The rain was gurgling, but there was no one on the long street, and the sound still spread far away in the rain.
The closed door slowly opened, and two scribes from Zongzheng Temple came out holding umbrellas. They looked up and down at Changsun Huan, who was soaked in artistic conception, and asked in surprise: "I dare to ask, but are you from the Changsun family?" Erlang?”
Changsun Huan raised his hands and bowed his hands, saying: "That's right!"
The clerk asked again: "Just now, Mr. Changsun said that he would surrender to the police and accept the crime... I don't know what he meant?"
Changsun Huan was stunned and said: "Last night, I ignored the national law and committed the following crime. I know that the crime is unforgivable... Because it involves the descendants of the clan, I, Yin Rang, Mafu of Jingzhao Prefecture, came to Zongzheng Temple today to surrender. The case will be handled by Zongzheng. The temple was taken over...haven’t you received the case file?”
The two scribes looked at each other for a while, and then said after a long while: "Good Immortal Sun Langjun knows that Zong Zhengqing is not on duty today. The entire Zongzheng Temple has also temporarily stopped taking baths due to serious rain leaks in the building. All officials with the rank of chief clerk or above are closed." None of them have been valued, so no cases can be accepted.”
Changsun Huan was stunned.
It was my father's wish to come to Zongzheng Temple to surrender. As long as I entered Zongzheng Temple, it would be equivalent to the eldest son's family being charged with beating the clan children yesterday. This was a "selfless" act to protect the rest of the Guanlong family. Dedication.
Anyway, it is impossible for the emperor to bring this matter to the table at this time, so Changsun Huan can only be locked in the prison of Zongzheng Temple, and the purpose of saving Changsun Huan is achieved.
But now Zongzhengji refuses to detain him... What should we do?
If the excuse doesn't work, then the fact is that all the other Guanlong disciples left the city overnight and were slaughtered. Only his eldest grandson Huan hid in the city and betrayed the purpose of the alliance to advance and retreat together. The eldest grandson's family was bound to be killed by those descendants. People regard him as a bandit...
This is naked betrayal!
Changsun Huanfangcun is in chaos, how can you do it if you don’t arrest me?
He quickly said: "If not... you will arrest me first and wait until Zong Zhengqing is on duty before interrogating and finalizing the case?"
A clerk laughed and said: "Could it be that Mr. Changsun is joking? He actually came to your door and begged to be detained in prison. How can there be such a reason in the world? Besides, Zongzheng Temple has not received any case files, so then Even if you don’t have the right to intervene in this case, how can you even talk about trial and finalization if there is no case?”
Changsun Huan looked confused and didn't know what to do.
Another clerk felt strange when he saw Changsun Huan's expression, but he was also wary of his identity as the son of Changsun Wuji. He said warmly: "Zongzheng Temple cannot be blamed for this matter. I also heard about yesterday's incident. It stands to reason that It is said that such cases of riots and fights should be heard by the Jingzhao Mansion. This is not an internal matter of the royal family, and Zongzheng Temple has not been transferred by the Jingzhao Mansion, so it will definitely not be accepted."
But I was amazed in my heart: I have always seen the master of suffering come to ask for a case to be arrested. You beat more than a dozen clan members, and even the crown prince's son was beaten by you. As a result, the clan children did not settle the accounts with you. Well, it's you perpetrators who come to the door and ask for surrender?
The disciples of Guan Long have always been unscrupulous in the court, and they have never taken the clan members seriously. This matter is really strange.
He couldn't help but look up at the gray sky. The sun had not appeared until now. Could it be that it was about to rise in the west?
Changsun Huan wiped the rain from his face and realized that something was wrong.
Where is Zongzheng Temple? It is in charge of royal affairs, protects royal mausoleums, and manages the genealogies of the royal family, clans, and relatives. Because Taoism in the Tang Dynasty is the state religion, the current Zongzheng Temple also manages all Taoist priests and monks in the world. Such a powerful yamen, which represents the face of the royal family, can actually be unable to work due to "excessive rain leakage", causing Zong Zhengqing and officials at all levels to stay at home?
When I thought about the consequences of not being able to enter Zongzheng Temple and surrendering, I had a sudden thought. Could it be that someone had set up this conspiracy...
Thinking of this, he did not dare to delay any longer. Since Zongzheng Temple refused to detain him, he had to go to Jingzhao Mansion again and asked Ma Zhou to put him in prison anyway.
He nodded, maintaining the demeanor of a member of a noble family, and saluted: "In this case, I'm going to make things difficult for you two, so I'll take my leave first."
The two scribes hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Grandson, Sir, go slowly!"
Changsun Huan turned around and walked down the steps, walking quickly towards the carriage that had not yet left. Before he reached the carriage, he suddenly saw a carriage coming from the street. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of him. The curtains on the carriage were lifted, and Duguhong's face emerged from the carriage. The inner part is exposed, looking at Changsun Huanleng who has been drenched by the rain. He glanced coldly and said with a smile: "Why is Mr. Changsun so embarrassed? Oh, yes, I must have traveled more than a hundred miles out of the city overnight, and probably returned to Chang'an overnight, so he is so tired... Haha, I really wronged Mr. Changsun!”
The carriage did not stop at all, but just passed in front of Changsun Huan. All the rainwater splashed by the horses' hooves and wheels splashed on Changsun Huan.
Changsun Huan seemed unaware. He stood in the rain for a while and then walked towards the carriage again.
In any case, he must rush to Jingzhao Mansion to surrender. If he cannot enter the prison today, the consequences will be really unpredictable...
Unexpectedly, he took a few steps and had to stop again.
There was a carriage coming from the street. When it got close and opened the curtain, the people inside glanced at Changsun Huan and just nodded and said: "Very good! Very good!"
Then the curtains were lowered and the carriage drove away.
Changsun Huan's whole body was cold. Inside the carriage was the son of Linghu Defen, a senior member of the Guanlong aristocracy, and Linghu Xiuji, who was worshiped by Prince Yousi Yilang...
Changsun Huan had already realized that something was wrong. Zongzheng Temple's refusal to detain him must be a conspiracy. Someone had planned it in advance. Otherwise, even if he had not left the city last night, how could so many people come to Zongzheng Temple even if the time had not passed yet? In front of the door?
The Guanlong nobles had obviously calculated that instead of leaving the city, they would even come to Zongzheng Temple to surrender...
It is obvious that the Changsun family has fallen into a vicious conspiracy. The most important thing to do at this moment is not to let Zongzheng Temple or Jingzhao Mansion detain him and characterize his actions of voluntarily surrendering and taking responsibility for the Guanlong children. Meet your father first.
Without adequate preparation and planning, my father would most likely be at a loss, focusing on one thing and the other, and eventually fall into the trap of a thief!
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, Changsun Huan ran to the carriage, jumped onto the shaft and got into the carriage, shouting quickly: "Go home immediately!"
"Here!"
The coachman responded quickly, stepped onto the shaft of the carriage, raised the whip in his hand high, and flicked a whip in the rain. With a "pop" sound, the horse driving the horse drove out.
But just after driving less than ten feet away, another carriage came oncoming. Standing on the shaft of the carriage was a steward of the eldest grandson's family, shouting: "Stop! Stop!"
The carriage that Changsun Huan was riding in slowly stopped.
At this moment, the two officials at the gate of Zongzheng Temple were closing the door. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.
This street is relatively remote. It rains today and it is not the day of the court meeting. Normally, you would not even see a mouse crossing the street. Today, it is rare. There is a car on the left and a car on the right. Every car is luxurious and elegant. What kind of trouble is it?
Changsun Huan opened the car curtain and looked at the car blocking the road in front. It was obviously the family's carriage. Just as he was suspicious, he heard the steward on the opposite carriage shouting: "Erlang, the master of the house is in the car, hurry up." Come and meet me soon”
Changsun Huan was taken aback. Without thinking too much, he quickly jumped out of the carriage and stood beside the carriage and saluted: "My son has seen his father! It's raining so heavily. My father should take care of himself. What's the matter with my son?" It’s not too late to explain it after I get home..."
Before he finished speaking, a loud shout was heard in the opposite carriage. Then the carriage door was kicked open and the curtain was raised. Changsun Wuji's face was twisted ferociously, and he shouted angrily: "Evil son! My eldest grandson's family. The family is full of loyalty and has received great love from all the families in Guanlong from generation to generation. It is the responsibility of the leader Guan Long, who has never done anything unfaithful, benevolent, unfaithful, and unjust, but now he has perished in the hands of you, a bastard who is greedy for life and afraid of death! I wish I could cut you into pieces to comfort my ancestors! The spirit in heaven! Wow, I’m so angry!”
Changsun Wuji cursed Changsun Huan like a gust of wind and rain, and then he spat hard on the ground, rolled his eyes, and fell on his back in the carriage. (End of chapter)