Spring and Autumn I Am King

After high-rise buildings, banquets, and the excitement of the wedding night, there is often a silent silence.

Until a prolonged rooster crowing sounded, and then the whole Wenxian rooster croaked one after another, breaking the lonely early morning.

When he left the dormitory, the sky had turned from dark to deep cobalt blue, but the stars were still shining, watching the security car driving fast inside the Wenxian Palace.

Zhao Wuxi was wearing dark clothes, and sat with his eyes closed in the security car. Xu Xuchenfei was still a little cold. On the next day of the wedding night, he couldn't hold the bride to sleep peacefully, but was awakened by a violent knock on the door. He was naturally a little unhappy. He asked the person next to him, "Tell me the situation in the hall again?"

"Yi, this is how it happened..."

The black-clothed messenger was standing on Zhao Wuxi's car. He was also ordered by Zhao Yang to dare to disturb this gentleman.

After listening, Zhao Wuxi seemed to be surprisingly calm, but he was full of doubts: Handan Wu died, died at the banquet, and died in front of everyone's eyes. This was something he never expected.

But what he saw along the way made him believe it.

This is a hidden courtyard, with dozens of black-clothed guards guarding it outside. "Without the permission of the lord, no one is allowed to enter or leave without permission." Zhao Yang, with his steely will, issued one order after another to block this news, and at the same time strengthened the vigilance in Wen County.

In the peacefulness of the courtyard, Zheng Long was standing outside the house wearing black armor and a black robe. Although he was still in good spirits, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes indicated that he had not slept all night.

"Where is my father?"

"The lord is inside." Zheng Long said as he pushed the door open.

The room was brightly lit, but for some reason there was an inexplicable chill, Zhao Wuxi walked over and stood behind Zhao Yang.

"Here?" Zhao Yang knew who the person was, and he only summoned one person.

"Come." Zhao Wuxi replied gently, without the slightest dissatisfaction in his tone. In fact, Zhao Qing has already set aside a lot of time for his son's wedding night. When he encounters such a big event, he has always been irritable and can endure it until the early morning of the next day before calling Wu Xie over.

Since the quarrel the night before. There is a wall between the father and son. Zhao Yang seems to have raised Ji Ying as his own daughter, so he may not be able to accept Zhao Wuxi's feelings easily.

But now it's about the rise and fall of the clan, and the life and death of the clan. They can only cooperate sincerely.

Zhao Wuxi's eyes turned to Pu Xi, there was a person lying quietly on it, and he couldn't identify the deceased for a while. That's right, the deceased with round eyes was Handan Wu, but he lost the appearance of a graceful doctor before. His face was blue, his mouth was slightly open, and his expression was distorted, as if he had experienced extreme pain before his death.

The person closest to the deceased knelt on one knee, covered with a white mask, and was investigating the cause of death. It was Guo Chao, a disciple of Yi Bian Que.

He is the son of a doctor in Guodi, because the doctor Bian Que rescued him first, then took him as a disciple and took him to the state of Lu to practice medicine. Due to the fact that Zhao Wuxi took care of him, Doctor Guo also began to move closer to Zhao. After Zhao Wuxi's forces swept across Lu, Yi Bian Que also began to set his sights on various countries. The practice of medicine and medicine in the lower classes of society could only be carried out in Song, Lu, and Cao three countries, and the rest of the countries still had to take the upper-level route. For example, in the state of Jin, Guo Yu was asked to be the medical officer of the Zhao family.

The doctor Guo Yao did not shy away from it. Even if he was facing a dead person, he had done all the work, and then put forward his own opinions.

"It was indeed poisoned to death."

"When did you get poisoned!" Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuxi asked at the same time. this point is very important.

Guo said: "The long is ten days, the short is three days, this should be an extremely rare chronic poison, hidden in the lungs. It makes people feel chest tight, suffocated, and even died. It was not until last night that a certain incentive occurred suddenly. As for Exactly what kind of poison it is, you have to open your stomach to find out."

Chinese medicine has a tradition of dissection since ancient times, and now the scattered medical book "Lingshu" contains: "The man of eight feet. The skin and flesh are here, the outside can be measured and followed, and the death can be dissected and viewed. The firmness and brittleness of the viscera, the size of the fu-organs, the turbidity of the blood, and the amount of qi all have a large number.”

In addition, under the suggestion of Zhao Wuxi, the medical department of Bianque has begun to conduct systematic human anatomy and records, and asked the disciples to record the findings of each anatomy in the form of experimental reports for later generations. Among them, Guo Wei was the most enthusiastic about anatomy, but Le Lingzi frowned at this **** method.

"No need for now." Death is a big deal, and it is rude to injure one's body after death, especially the nobles, and the same goes for Zhao Yang, not to mention the fact that Handan Wu's body was dismembered and then sent back. More to explode.

After Guo Qi retreated, Zhao Yang said with a gloomy face, "Three days ago, Zhao Wu just arrived in Wenxian..."

"Ten days ago, others were still in Handan, and they passed by Chaoge..." Zhao Wuxi said quietly.

…

The rising sun adorned the top of the hall with bright crimson, but the walls outside Wenxian County were still in the dark, and the outer country was so quiet that the guests and the people of the country might not know that the war was coming.

Le Lingzi was also kept in the dark, although Zhao Wuxi was called away by a hurried knock on the door early in the morning, which gave her an ominous premonition.

But she didn't have the strength to think too much. Last night, Zhao Wuxi demanded too much. Of course, Cheng Enze couldn't bear it, and soon fell asleep again. Now that I woke up again, not only was the private part of the lower body burning hot, but the bones of the body were almost rubbed apart, and there was no strength in the whole body. Thinking of last night, from the rigid restraint at the beginning, to the involuntary pandering later, she couldn't help blushing.

But you have to hold on. There are still a lot of things to do today. On the second day of the wedding, the bride has a procedure to pay her respects to her aunt and uncle in the ancestral temple.

So she got up as soon as the **** crowing, took a bath, dressed up, followed Yousi to wash her hands and make soup, and then brought it to the ancestral temple to be served to Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuxi's brothers and sisters.

Even though a big event happened last night, Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuxi naturally would not miss this solemn ceremony and hurried over from another place.

Zhao Yang sat in the hall, and after receiving the soup from his daughter-in-law, he stroked the dates and chestnuts with his hands, brought Zhao Wuxi and Le Lingzi to worship the ancestors of the Zhao family, and told them that there was a new bride in the family. Afterwards, the bride was given licorice, preserved meat and other things - China has been a food-loving country since ancient times, and any ceremony is inseparable from the food, even the solemn sacrifice to the gods has a hint of fireworks.

After the meal, Le Lingzi withdrew from the table, and her concubine Kong Jiao ate the bride. This also has a meaning. If the wife is infertile or has an accident, she must take this position and responsibility.

After the ceremony, Le Lingzi came down from the east steps of the ancestral temple. Ji Ying, who has been absent for a long time, is long overdue.

In this regard, Le Lingzi was a little surprised. As the elder sister of the clan, Ji Ying did not enter the temple. What is the meaning of this? Does the husband's absent-mindedness yesterday have anything to do with it?

but. She was smart and didn't ask a word, and put on the deep red clothes that Jin people liked. She brought Kong Jiao and Ji Ying to bow to each other, which indicated that the bride would assist Zhao's eldest sister in presiding over the housework.

"Zhao's family affairs will depend on Lingzi from now on." Ji Ying said with a smile.

"Wei, dare to disobey my sister's orders." Le Lingzi was obedient and obedient.

Everything seemed to be in harmony, but who knows what the woman's family was thinking, but Zhao Wuxi didn't have the time to feel the Asura Field, after the ceremony. He only had time to discuss countermeasures with Zhao Yang.

…

"Father, the interrogation of the Fan's assassins following Zhao Wu has been completed, and some of them could not stand the torture, saying that in addition to waiting for an opportunity to assassinate my father and me, they also had to monitor Zhao Wu. From this point of view, there are ten* *, it must be a good thing done by Fan!" Continuing the analysis in the morning, Zhao Wuxi insisted on the real culprit.

"Although Handan's father and brother strongly opposed it, Zhao Wu already had the idea of ​​returning to Zhao's family, and Fan and Bank of China Erqing couldn't stop him. In order not to lose Handan, he secretly poisoned him and calculated the right time to let Zhao Wu die in Wenxian County. .And then put the blame on the Zhao family..."

He really underestimated Fan and Bank of China Erqing before. Zhao Wu was the brother-in-law of Bank of China Yin, but he was able to get rid of it without hesitation. In terms of ruthlessness, Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuxi were inferior.

"Although Handan Wu died, the plan does not need to be changed. It's better to open the abdomen to have an appetizer, let the doctor see what the poison is, and then combine the confessions of those Fan's dead men and Erqing's assassination of the gentleman. Prince Wei sued Erqing. Tell the monarch about treason and surrender together..." When discussing the countermeasures, Fu Sou advised cautiously.

"It is unreliable to count on the monarch and the Zhi clan, so doing this is just better than nothing."

This time, the father and son reached a consensus, and Zhao Yang also had this kind of consciousness.

"Since Er Qing has done such a thing, the road to Xintian in the west is no longer safe. If Wu Xie went to Xiqi Palace in person at this time, it would be tantamount to throwing himself into a trap. The strength of Fan and Zhongxing in that area is far Far more than Zhao's."

Zhao Wuxi nodded and said, "I will stay in Wenxian County, mobilize soldiers from the State of Lu, and make a decision after watching the situation change."

"Transfer Lu soldiers into Jin? I'm afraid..." Fu Sou was still a little hesitant.

"The south of Jijin is not the territory of Jin, but the common occupation area of ​​Jin and Lu. It is understandable to transfer troops." Zhao Wuxi was not afraid. In the current situation, it is safe to have soldiers by his side.

"That's right, now is not the time to hesitate, the second and third sons, the war may have already begun!" Zhao Yang announced to the core retainers.

Zhao Wuxi took a deep breath. He remembered that before waiting for the assassination yesterday, he mocked himself and imagined himself to be the Archduke Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary who sparked the First World War. Now it seems that Handan Wu is the one.

In addition to Zhao Wu, in the Handan clan, those fathers, brothers, and his descendants all have the heart to betray Zhao. Fan and Bank of China saw this clearly and dared to act like this.

Zhao Wu's death is like a small spark in the pile of dry wood in the state of Jin. It will cause a violent flame. The flame will start from Handan, burn all over the territory of Fan and Zhonghang east of Taihang, and then lead to Zhao's, The Han family, the princes of Zhi, Wei, and Jin in the west of Taihang may not be spared either. Maybe the entire northern princes will be involved.

He had expected this for a long time, but he did not expect that it would start like this.

"Father is right, so we must act decisively and act immediately."

"Although Dong Zi has done a lot, is Mr. Zhao really ready?" Fu Sou was still a little worried.

"In the face of war, no one dares to say that they are ready, including their opponents, including ourselves." Zhao Wuxi shook his head.

"I can only guarantee this, Dong Zhao, prepared earlier than anyone, and was fully prepared!"

…

There are no impervious walls in the world, this is an old saying that has been around for a long time.

There is no fire in the world that cannot be covered by paper. This is a new proverb that appeared after paper was gradually accepted and used in Jin.

Although it was claimed that Zhao Wu was just drunk and unconscious, the Zhao family had no way to detain all the guests, nor could they stop their mouths.

In late March, Zhao Wu, who went to Wenxian County to attend Zhao Wuxi's wedding, didn't return home. His son Zhao Ji was anxious, but learned a thunderous news.

Zhao Wu is dead.

This news caused an uproar within the Handan family. Zhao Ji's ancestors, fathers and uncles came from various counties. The meeting was held at the ancestral temple in the city of Handan. Like the ancestral temple in Wenxian, it also worshipped Zhao Zaofu, Shudai, and Zhao Su, but the latter was quite different. It was the first generation of Handan Lord Zhao Chuan.

The Ze of Gentlemen was cut down by the fifth generation. The blood ties between the Handan and Zhao families were already weak. In addition, the actual interests were different or even opposite, and they had long since become estranged from virtue. The only thing that maintained the relationship between the two families was Zhao Wu's fear of Zhao Yang, and the second was that the Zhao clan regained the patriarchal power over the Handan clan from the Marquis of Jin the year before.

In theory, even if Zhao Yang really killed Zhao Wu, it was just an internal family affair, but in the hearts of the Handan people, this was definitely not the case.

Mrs. Zhao Wu, who suffered the pain of bereavement, described her haggard eyes. It was said that her eyes were empty, like a person haunted by nightmares, and she could no longer attend the meeting. as the eldest son in the family. Zhao Ji sat on the main seat, next to the head of the family Shebin, and the clan father and brother sat on the left and right sides.

"There is news from Mr. Fan that my father has been poisoned by Mrs. Zhao at the banquet!" he said through gritted teeth.

What followed was a constant quarrel until late into the night. The old master is dead, the new master has not yet been established, and the wolves have no leader. Every clan member and retainer has the right to speak... or shout, or curse loudly, or understand it, and some people leave the table in anger from time to time. Then came back with a sullen face.

The news has almost been confirmed to be true, and the current controversy is where the Handan family will go.

"The old man still thinks that he has to send someone to talk to Zhao's Sect Master first. Ask the reason." The conservative side said.

"The reason? The reason is that my father died!"

"But Mr. Zhao has sent a funeral report saying that the dead man of Mr. Fan was poisoned. It seems to be justified and well-founded..."

"absurd!"

A nameless anger suddenly filled Zhao Ji's heart. He hated the whole world, hated the fact that Xiaozong had to obey the patriarchal system of Dazong, and hated Zhao Yang who oppressed the Handan clan. He hated Zhao Wuxi, who was now prosperous in Lu, and also hated the cowardly members of the clan.

Like most members of the Handan clan, he didn't believe it at all.

Shebin, who had a close relationship with Fan and Bank of China, retorted: "This is Zhao's excuse to justify himself. Those who killed the lord, Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuxi are also!"

"That's right, brothers and sisters from Handan!" Zhao Ji finally couldn't bear it anymore, he shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the house.

"Let's listen to the kid tell me what I think of the Zhao family!" He spat. "The Zhao clan has always been unlucky in Handan. Zhao Yang regards Handan as a dog, and Zhao Wuxi is the same. Why are they sitting in Jinyang or Qufu, they can point fingers at Handan, recruit soldiers, and impose taxes. Because of their thin blood relationship? Because they are the so-called big sects? Handan and Zhao are already irrelevant. Never bow your head to the Zhao family again!"

"Of course, the ruler humiliates his ministers and worries about death? This is the revenge of killing the master." Shebin, the chief of the Handan family, tried his best to lead the battle. He drew out his long sword and placed it on the table in front of him. The sharp blade gleamed on the rough wood. cold light. "We should discuss this with the Zhao family."

A group of people echoed loudly, and others agreed. They either shouted, or clenched their fists and slapped the table, and drew their swords one after another.

"But the Zhao clan is strong, and Xi Zhao alone has twice the strength of Handan, not to mention Dong Zhao, which is closer..." There were still people who were worried and unwilling to fight.

Shebin was full of confidence: "Handan also has friends! Fan and Bank of China not only sent people to report the mourning, but also strongly supported Handan. In addition, Dr. Zhongmou will also be our helper, and the ruler and the monarch will definitely uphold justice for Handan!"

"But first, we want the entire Jin Kingdom to know what the Zhao family did!"

Zhao Ji asked Shuren to bring what he had prepared, and after a while, he tied a black belt of mourning on his head and was dressed in sackcloth, as did his father, brother, and vassals.

He brazenly announced: "I am Handan Ji, not Zhao Ji! Handan, from today onwards leaving the Zhao clan, the two families will be cut off from each other, and since then, there will be no big or small sects, only Qiu Ju!"

The "Chengdu" written by Shi Mo said: In the spring of the fourteenth year of the Duke, Zhao Wu died in Wen, and in April, Handan Ji and Shebin rebelled against Zhao with Handan!

PS: I have been busy these two days. I will do it today. I will resume two more tomorrows. Thank you for your rewards and persistence. I will continue to write in July! (To be continued.)