Traitor

Chapter 3 Today Is Your Dead Day
"Aren't you afraid that the East Factory spies will cut off your tongue?" Zhao Wuyou straightened up, and Yunzheng quickly stepped forward to change his clothes.

Yunzheng smiled slightly, "My lord is reluctant."

"If it's really the people from Dongchang who want to cut your tongue, I really can't help it." Zhao Wuyou sighed softly, "Is it nine?"

"Yes." Yunzheng bowed her head.

Zhao Wuyou sighed softly, "It's time to go to Yun'an Temple!"

After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, the carriage went directly to Yun'an Temple.Zhao Wuyou didn't want to interfere with the affairs of the palace, the empress had already done something stupid, she didn't have the leisure and grace to take the mess on herself.

On the [-]th of every month, she would go to Yun'an Temple.

Yun'an Temple is ten miles west of the city, deep in the mountains and old forests, so Zhao Wuyou's trip must be grand and mighty, she is not a low-key person, she has to be safe when she goes out.Especially now that her father, Zhao Song, is not in Beijing, she has to be extra careful about those members of the faction that opposes her.

The abbot of Yun'an Temple waited at the door early, saluted Zhao Wuyou respectfully, and said, "Please, my lord!"

In front of a Buddhist temple, everyone bowed their heads.

Zhao Wuyou walked in, and inside sat a woman knocking on a wooden fish and reciting scriptures.

The woman's complexion was very fair, she was wearing a gray robe, and her gray hair set off her face, making it even more white, but the facial features were still delicate after vicissitudes of life, which showed how glamorous she must have been when she was young.She turned her head to look at Zhao Wuyou, her lips curled slightly, her face full of love, "Come?"

"Greetings to mother!" Zhao Wuyou knelt and kowtowed, "Is mother well here?"

That was Zhao Wuyou's mother——Yang Jinzhi, the first-rank wife of the imperial court.

"Come here!" Yang Jinzhi stopped her.

Zhao Wuyou stepped forward with a smile, leaned meekly in his mother's arms, and called out delicately, "Mother." No matter how strong she is outside, she is still delicate when she returns to her mother's arms.

Yang Jinzhi smiled lowly, with a little wrinkle on his kind face, and gently called her by her nickname, "What's wrong with Hehuan? What's wrong with you? Mother is listening, you can tell mother! "

"Mother, father is not in the court, the Xia family started to stir up trouble, impeached Jian Heng's father, and probably targeted the Zhao family as well. Last night, the court lady killed the king, but fortunately she was taken down. The emperor can't say anything now. , lying on the sick bed, so there should be another bloody storm in the court." Zhao Wuyou said slowly, "The empress's eradication of dissidents will definitely anger the emperor, He Huan dare not get involved, lest the emperor will settle the score in time. on our heads."

Yang Jinzhi is an extremely intelligent woman. She gently caressed her daughter's hair bun, and looked at her daughter's thinning face with distress, "You are right to do this. Everything in the Zhao family is bestowed by the emperor. Success or failure is no more than the emperor's favor." It's just a thought. Therefore, finding out what the emperor likes is more important than anything else."

"So this time, Hehuan doesn't intend to resist. In addition to suppressing the Jian family's memorandum, I will send all those who participate in our Zhao family's performance to the king." Zhao Wuyou buried his mother's arms, enjoying the music on the ninth day of each month. Only the warmth, "The emperor is suspicious, this time I will clean up the Xia family well before my father comes back."

Sighing lightly, Yang Jinzhi said, "Hehuan, do you still remember why my mother lived here?"

Zhao Wuyou sat up, lowered his eyes slightly, and didn't say a word.

"One mother, two twins, you are the only one who survived. The disease of insufficiency, could it be that your father killed too many people and committed too many crimes in the early years? Now you are in the court situation and can't get out of trouble. You can only burn incense and pray for your mother day and night. May my son be safe and stay away from disasters." Yang Jinzhi held Zhao Wuyou's cool hand, his eyes were shining brightly, "Hehuan, it's your mother who owes you, otherwise you should have been a husband and a child today, and you don't have to worry about this court with your father. Church relationship."

"Mother, you don't have to blame yourself, it's just that the times made people." Zhao Wuyou coughed lightly, "It's fine now, as my father is getting old, someone should take over, lest they bully our Zhao family and have no successors. He Huan Although the qualifications are shallow, but will not let parents down."

Yang Jinzhi let out a long sigh, "The less you do, the more you will be rewarded."

Zhao Wuyou nodded and said nothing.

Unexpectedly, Xi Mo's voice suddenly came from outside, "Master."

Xi Mo knew Zhao Wuyou's likes and dislikes, so it was impossible to disturb their mother-daughter reunion for no reason.Zhao Wuyou bowed to Yang Jinzhi, and then hurriedly left the meditation room.

In the courtyard, Xi Mo lowered his voice, "My lord, we are surrounded by people."

There was no trace of emotion on Zhao Wuyou's face, he just said lightly, "Really?"

Xi Mo thumped and knelt down, "It's a slave who protects the master and it's not good, please punish me, my lord."

"You're just my book boy and not a shadow guard. What's your business? Get up!" Zhao Wuyou said slowly, "What about their conditions?"

"They said—" Xi Mo hesitated.

Zhao Wuyou walked slowly in the corridor, towards the gate of the temple, "Say!" His voice was slightly majestic.

"They want your son's life!" Xi Mo bowed his head, not daring to look up again.

Wei Wei paused, Zhao Wuyou smiled, "Is my life so easy to take? How many of them are there?"

"We brought about a hundred people, and they almost doubled. It can be seen that we have been prepared for a long time, and we are waiting for you to fall into the trap." Xi Mo frowned. .”

"I haven't seen blood for so long, I almost forgot what color the blood is." Zhao Wuyou smiled, looked at Yunzheng who was rushing towards him, and scolded in a low voice, "Why are you running so fast?"

Yunzheng saluted, "My lord, you are about to make a move, so let's go!"

Zhao Wuyou was not in a hurry, "I'm leaving now, who will be the bait? Can those people outside let me go if they don't see me? Tell me, no one is allowed to act rashly."

"Young Master?" Xi Mo and Yun Zheng followed behind, each in a state of anxiety.

Outside the temple gate, the sergeants of Xiangfu had already confronted those grass bandits, but no one fought.The leader is Zhang Tao, the son of the former Zaifu. The most likely legacy of partisan disputes is the issue of fighting, and it keeps coming.

The Zhang family suffered a crushing defeat in the court, and in the end they were ordered by the emperor to ransack all the family members, and those who died escaped. However, Zhang Tao, as the eldest son of the Zhang family, has never had any definite news.

"Zhao Wuyou!" Zhang Tao gritted his teeth.

Zhao Wuyou lazily leaned on the grand teacher's chair, raised his eyelids to look at the crowd, and smiled coldly, "I originally planned to let your Zhang family keep a root, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door yourself. If that's the case, then you I will reluctantly accept this head!"

"Zhao Wuyou, I've been waiting for this day for too long. Today is your death date. I want my parents and brothers to avenge me, and let Zhao Song also experience the feeling of cutting off children and grandchildren." Zhang Tao gritted his teeth, "Kill him .”

After the sound fell, Zhao Wuyou's eyes darkened.

The exchange of weapons and the sound of fighting can be heard endlessly.

Zhao Wuyou sat there alone, motionless, watching the blood flow into a river in front of the temple gate, soaking the pure ground of Buddhism.Suddenly, she suddenly smiled.

(End of this chapter)