"Is it related to water?!" Emperor Tianwu frowned and thought carefully.
"Recently, there have been reports of droughts in the northwest and northeast, and other places. Could this be related to this incident?"
"What's lacking in drought is water. It hasn't rained in Beijing for almost a month..."
After Emperor Tianwu finished speaking, he stared at Wu Shengping.
Wu Shengping raised his head slightly to glance at Emperor Tianwu, then quickly lowered his eyelids.
“Yes, there is a possibility…”
Since Emperor Tianwu thinks so, he will accept it.
The emperor is also the Son of Heaven, so he is following the will of heaven.
Emperor Tianwu refused to believe that it was related to the Shen family. What could he do?
"Choose a suitable day and pray for rain."
Emperor Tianwu looked out the window, frowning slightly, "Try to be quick and appease the people."
If it doesn't rain soon, the people in the capital will start to panic.
Memorials from prefects across the country all reported the appearance of refugees, indicating that the drought in many places was indeed severe.
A shower of rain from heaven is imminent.
".....Yes!" Wu Shengping responded nervously.
After watching Wu Shengping leave the imperial study with a sad face, Emperor Tianwu frowned even more.
"Someone come!"
"Announce, General Zhenbei, Fan Jinchang!"
"......" Su Huaizhong was stunned for a moment, then took a step forward and said,
"Your Majesty, General Fan was attacked while returning home last night and was seriously injured."
"According to General Fan's adopted son, four of his ribs... were broken, and he's still in a coma..."
When he came back, he was busy talking about the situation of the Shen family, and then he hurriedly followed Emperor Tianwu to the Golden Palace, and didn't even think about talking about General Fan.
"A sneak attack!" Emperor Tianwu looked at Su Huaizhong in surprise, "Who attacked Fan Jinchang?"
Fan Jinchang's martial arts skills were considered high in the capital, otherwise he would not have been able to sit in the position of general.
Who has such a deep hatred for Fan Jinchang that he could be so cruel to him?
Su Huaizhong shook his head. "General Fan didn't even see anyone. He fainted on the spot."
"Neither the doorman at the Fan residence nor the servant beside him saw who made the move."
"The moment General Fan entered the mansion, he flew out and fell heavily to the ground."
"Then I fainted..."
After hearing this, Emperor Tianwu frowned even more tightly.
Fan Jinchang fought in many battles for more than ten years, so it was inevitable that he had many enemies.
But since he was able to injure Fan Jinchang so quickly, fiercely and accurately without even showing his face, he had to be wary.
If such a person broke into the palace and the secret guards failed to protect him, wouldn't he be...
Emperor Tianwu took a deep breath, looked up and around, glanced at the place where the secret guards were hiding, and felt a little relieved.
Suddenly, he remembered that last night Fan Jinchang took the imperial edict to confiscate the property and exile the Duke of Huguo's mansion.
"Fan Jinchang is seriously injured and unconscious. Who raided the Duke of Huguo's house?"
"He's General Fan's adopted son, Ding Zhenhao!"
"Ding Zhenhao!?" Emperor Tianwu thought about it carefully and had no impression of this person.
"Yes, when I went there, Ding Zhenhao and the escorting officers had already taken the Shen family on their way."
Emperor Tianwu raised his eyelids and looked at Su Huaizhong.
"How is Shen Yong?"
He was dragged out yesterday with such a serious injury, and there was no imperial physician to treat him. After such a night, I am afraid...
Su Huaizhong lowered his head a little, "It doesn't look good. I need the support of the two widows of the Shen family."
"As I watched Shen Yong's feet dragging on the ground, with no reaction at all, I guess..."
Chen Yong's back injury was so severe that when the palace guards carried him and touched the wound on his leg, he didn't react.
I guess Shen Yong won’t live long.
Emperor Tianwu snorted lightly, and the worry in his heart was instantly swept away when he thought that the Duke of Huguo's Mansion would be extinct.
The only widows left were definitely not able to reach the place of exile.
However, the person who injured Fan Jinchang still needs to be investigated thoroughly.
If such a master cannot be used for one's own benefit, then he can only be eliminated.
"Announce, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Yi Zhengjin!"
".....yes!"
Soon, a young general wearing iron armor, with a resolute face and sharp eyes, came before Emperor Tianwu.
"Your Highness, I, Yi Zhengjin, pay my respects to His Majesty."
Yi Zhengjin knelt on one knee and bowed with his fists clasped.
Emperor Tianwu said seriously, "Go and find out immediately who injured Fan Jinchang last night."
"Also, who are the people who have grudges against Fan Jinchang?"
"Report all of Fan Jinchang's enemies who are skilled in martial arts."
After hearing these instructions, Yi Zhengjin's eyes were full of confusion.
What happened to Fan Jinchang that made Emperor Tianwu still thinking about his enemy at this time?
However, Yi Zhengjin was only confused for a moment.
As the commander of the imperial guards, you only need to do things according to the emperor's wishes.
Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, and don’t look at what you shouldn’t look at.
"....yes!"
After receiving the order, Yi Zhengjin immediately left the palace and took a team of palace guards to investigate Fan Jinchang's affairs.
Emperor Tianwu looked at Yi Zhengjin's gradually disappearing back, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
For some reason, he always felt vaguely uneasy.
The words of Wu Shengping from the Imperial Observatory still entered his heart.
As long as Chen Yong is alive, he will not be at peace.
"Tianhong!"
The leader of the secret guards, Tian Hong, suddenly appeared from some corner and stood before Emperor Tianwu like a ghost.
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