After running for five days, they were far away from Shangjing. Jiang Shaohe felt relieved a little.
That evening, Jiang Shaohe and his wife arrived in a town and found an inn to have a good rest.
They had never traveled such a long distance before. Jiang Shao and his wife were very tired, so they rested early after eating and bathing.
The night was getting darker, the bright moon outside the house was covered by dark clouds, and Jiang Shao and his wife were sleeping deeply inside the house.
Suddenly, the door of the inn was slammed loudly.
The waiter who was sleeping in the penthouse was woken up and went to open the door sleepily.
"How many guests are there? What room do you want?" The waiter yawned and asked habitually.
The government officer next to Zhufeng showed his badge and said solemnly: "Dali Temple is handling a case. Which room does Jiang Shao and his wife live in?"
When the waiter heard this, his mind was agitated and he woke up instantly. After seeing clearly the badges of Dali Temple and the people in official uniforms, he quickly let them into the house.
"My lord, please wait a moment while I go check it out."
The waiter quickly ran behind the counter, took out the check-in book and looked through it.
"Hurry up, if something goes wrong, you can't afford it." Zhufeng urged impatiently.
They chased for two and a half days, sleeping only three hours each night, and finally tracked it down.
The waiter's hand shook in fright, and he handed the booklet to Zhufeng and said in a trembling voice: "Master, there is no one named Jiang."
Zhufeng had long expected that Jiang Shaohe would use a pseudonym, so Zhufeng took out the portrait and asked, "Have you seen this person before?"
The waiter took a look and had an impression in his mind. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I've seen it before. I'll live in the third room on the left upstairs. I'll take the officer there."
They are a small town far away from Shangjing. They have never seen official officials from Dali Temple, so they naturally dare not offend them by neglecting them.
"Bang!" Zhufeng kicked open the bolted door, and the Dali Temple servants filed in and quickly lit the candles in the room.
Jiang Shaohe and his wife were awakened from a sweet dream. When they sat up and saw the government servants in front of the bed surrounded by knives, they were stunned.
Mrs. Jiang Li didn't understand. They just escaped seven days of detention and fifteen sticks. Do they need such an intensive pursuit?
"Jiang Shaohe, you are under arrest." The officer took out the arrest warrant from Dali Temple.
Jiang Shaohe took a look and knew that the hiring of murderers had been exposed.
How could it be so fast!
A flash of hatred flashed in Jiang Shaohe's eyes, the boss must have betrayed him.
"Hurry, you want us to help you wear it." The officer shook the knife in his hand.
Jiang Shaohe got out of bed, shivering, put on his coat and put on his shoes.
Mrs. Jiang Li hugged the quilt and blushed with shame. She really couldn't do anything about dressing in front of so many men.
Zhufeng and others didn't want to see her dressing, so they took Jiang Shaohe and waited outside the house.
After a cup of tea, Ms. Jiang Li got dressed and went out, her hands shackled.
Xiao Erhai was shocked. Damn you, there are two important criminals staying in their inn.
"Where is their carriage?" Zhufeng asked.
The waiter hurriedly said: "Master, please wait in front of the door. I will fetch you here."
He put Jiang Shaohe and his wife into the carriage, Zhufeng drove the car himself, and rushed to the post station outside the city to rest.
Five days later, Jiang Shaohe and his wife were escorted back to Shangjing.
Jiang Shaohe was sent to Dali Temple Prison, and Sun Hechuan ordered him to be whipped thirty times, and was given the punishment of having his heart eaten out by a hundred ants.
Jiang Shaohe was so miserable that he resorted to anything.
Sun Hechuan sentenced them to be executed in autumn according to law.
As for Mrs. Jiang Li, she was taken away by Mr. He, changed her sentence from fifteen to thirty, and was imprisoned for fifteen days.
After thirty strokes, Jiang Li only had half her life left.
After being released from prison on the 15th, Jiang Li did not flee to Beijing, but bought a new house and waited for Jiang Shaohe to collect his body.
As the person next to her, Jiang Li had no idea that Jiang Shaohe had paid someone to murder Jiang Shu and Jiang's father.
When she first heard about it, she suspected several times that the official had made a mistake. Until Jiang Shaohe personally admitted it, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Jiang Yun is dead, and Jiang Shaohe is dying too. The good family of three was destroyed, leaving Jiang Li alone.
Fast forward to July. Jiang's father had been depressed and heartbroken for a long time. He finally came out and the family returned to normal life.
Yu Zheng worked hard for a month, and rumors that he was devoted to the Buddha finally spread and floated into the palace.
After the morning court that day, Yu Zheng was called by Concubine Yu.
When he arrived at Concubine Yu's palace, Yu Zheng was not too surprised to see the emperor there.
"Father, emperor, mother and concubine."
Concubine Yu smiled and waved to Yu Zheng: "Come here quickly and play a few games with your father."
Yu Zheng walked over and sat down as he was told, holding a white piece against the emperor. Concubine Yu was watching the chess game while waving her fan.
The father and son fought back and forth for several rounds, each winning or losing.
"No more, I'm exhausted." The emperor rubbed his forehead tiredly.
Concubine Yu served tea to the emperor, then turned to Yu Zheng and said, "It's almost noon, Zheng'er, please stay and have dinner with us. We happened to have just paid tribute to a batch of lychees. You can bring some back later."
"Okay." Yu Zheng agreed, and the three of them sat together and chatted.
While chatting, the emperor mentioned the late emperor's birthday.
"As a rule, the royal family has to send people to the imperial mausoleum to chant sutras for three days, and they have to copy hundreds of Buddhist sutras in advance and burn them. Who do you think Zheng'er should leave this matter to?"
In previous years, this kind of hard work was given to some relatively idle royal relatives who had no official positions, such as Prince Rong and Yu Yuan.
This year the emperor specifically mentioned it, obviously testing Yu Zheng.
A dark light flashed through his dark eyes, and Yu Zheng said sincerely: "My son, go ahead."
"Are you going?" The emperor frowned in surprise.
Yu Zheng nodded and said: "My son, I have read a lot of Buddhist scriptures recently, and I also went to Zhaojue Temple to discuss Buddhism several times with the master. I was very touched. I copy a few Buddhist scriptures every day before going to bed to meditate."
"It just so happens that I have been a little confused recently. I will go to the imperial mausoleum to accompany the emperor for a few days. Maybe I can get some advice from the emperor in his dream."
When Yu Zheng said this, his face was pious and serious, which made the emperor and Concubine Yu's hearts tremble.
Are the rumors outside actually true? Is their son really obsessed with Buddhism and devoted himself to Buddha?
Concubine Yu touched her chest and asked tentatively: "What confusion do you need your grandpa to give you advice on?"
Concubine Yu didn't understand why a living person couldn't help her, so she had to go to a dead person for advice?
Yu Zheng looked at them, pursed his lips and said hesitantly: "My son went to Lin'an a few days ago and saw many people and orphans who were displaced. He felt pity but could do nothing."
"On the way back to Beijing, we were assassinated again. We still haven't been able to find out who was responsible."
"My son feels that the hustle and bustle of this world is really making people tired and weak. Only Buddhism can make people calm down. Therefore, I want to study Buddhism and use Buddhism to help sentient beings and comfort their hearts."
Concubine Yu was shocked when she heard this, and her beautiful eyes widened in astonishment.
The emperor slapped the table angrily: "Absurd!"
Yu Zheng lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, remaining silent.
"How can you, a majestic prince, shoulder the great responsibility of the Great Zhao Dynasty, think of escaping into Buddhism! This is simply outrageous!" The emperor's forehead veins jumped with anger.
Concubine Yu rarely saw the emperor get so angry. She quickly stroked the emperor's back and persuaded him: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Zheng'er was just talking casually."
Yu Zheng raised his eyes, looked at them calmly with dark eyes and said: "My ancestors have abdicated and become monks, why can't I do that?"
When the emperor heard this, his eyes widened in anger.
