In the Song Dynasty, there is no law. Chapter 276 of the main text: We are not destined to have that fate. June 27th, noon.
To celebrate the Queen's birthday, the Emperor held a family banquet in the back garden and invited many prime ministers to attend.
In the afternoon, news of a major treason case spread throughout Bianliang.
Almost within two quarters of an hour after the incident, Fan Zhongyan, carrying Zhao Zhen's imperial edict and the transfer order from the Privy Council, went to the left and right wing imperial guard camps and mobilized more than 20,000 people to control all the city gates of Bianliang.
All the city gates were closed, and the streets were filled with soldiers patrolling and conducting strict inspections. The news that Zhao Zhen had been assassinated spread quickly.
At the same time, thousands of guards from the Imperial City Department in Bianliang also immediately took action.
In the Ma Mansion, Ma Zhengju was anxiously waiting for news. In the Song Dynasty, the three yamen were often the gathering places for the children of the powerful and wealthy. They had no real power, so they were often called yamen.
They had no real power, so naturally they couldn't enter the palace. But they had connections, as some of their relatives, children, and friends held positions in the imperial guards or even the palace guards, so they could influence the palace guards.
Zhao Yunrang and his son served as two generations of backup. As Zhao Zhen's eldest son and second son were born one after another and grew up healthy, his family's dream of becoming emperor was completely shattered, and Zhao Yunrang fell into madness.
It happened that the imperial court was dealing with the problem of redundant troops, which seriously damaged the interests of these sons of generals and nobles. He found these people and together they formulated a terrible and daring plan.
Those guards are all from major noble families and are tied to the family interests. Once the family falls, they will also fall into the abyss. Therefore, even if the major noble families have no real power, they can only give it a try.
Now is the time to wait for news.
"Why is there no news yet?"
Ma Zhengju paced back and forth anxiously in the room, his expression extremely excited, with sweat dripping from his forehead.
Han Yunsheng, who was standing next to him, was almost dizzy from being dazzled by him. He said, "Sit down first. What's the point of being anxious?"
"Can you not be anxious?"
Ma Zhengju walked quickly to the coffee table, gulped down two sips of tea, and glanced at Wang Shilong, who was leisurely reading a book beside him. He couldn't help but frown and said, "It's urgent, and you're still reading? Are you usually a reader?"
"I still have to read the book. If I win, it will show that I am calm and composed."
Wang Shilong was actually shaking too, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, so he had to grab something to ease his emotions.
"What if I lose?"
"If I lose, I lose everything. I'm going to die anyway, so doing something I've never done before can help me avoid any regrets."
"So you're so unlearned and unskilled that at this point you've started to deceive yourself?"
Ma Zhengju sneered.
Zhao Kaiji stood in the hall, looking out the door and muttering to himself, "I really don't know whether we will live or die after today."
"We've done what we should do. Let's wait and see. If we don't do anything, we'll definitely die."
Yang Rende said lightly.
At this point, the rest really depends on fate.
If all goes well, the palace troops will raid Zhao Zhen and others, kill them all, and then escape through the Gongchen Gate.
There are people they need to meet there.
The news will be delivered as soon as possible, and then they will immediately contact all the sons of generals and nobles to support Zhao Zongshi, the son of Zhao Yunrang, the Grand Chancellor, to ascend the throne as emperor.
Since Zhao Zongshi is only twelve years old this year, it is natural that the Grand Master of the Imperial Clan will be the regent. When the time comes, he will give an order to pardon everyone's sins.
So no matter what they did in the army, or plotted to assassinate the imperial envoy, or rebelled, in the end all they had to do was to put forward a few scapegoats and kill a few assassins, and the matter would be settled.
Everyone wants things to go in this direction.
However, there is a saying that goes, if all goes well, our paths will no longer cross, but all never goes well.
Just as everyone was anxiously waiting for news, hundreds of soldiers from the Imperial City Guard rushed into the streets and blocked the front and back doors of the Ma Mansion.
"Bang!"
As the sledgehammer smashed the gate, more than ten ladders were placed on the wall, and countless soldiers rushed in.
The servants in the Ma Mansion were shocked by the scene and crawled into the yard.
"Master, Master, the Imperial City Division is coming!"
They shouted.
The soldiers of the Imperial City Division were dressed differently from the ordinary imperial guards, and everyone in Bianliang knew them.
Everyone in the yard heard this.
Ma Zhengju's legs softened, and his lower body began to soak. Yang Rende collapsed to the ground, his face pale.
Han Yunsheng sat in a chair and suddenly burst into tears. Zhao Kaiji stood there in a daze, without any change.
Only Wang Shilong threw away the book in his hand, drew the knife from his waist, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.
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Today is a huge disaster for all the military and noble families in Bianliang.
Outside Guier Temple on West Street, next to the tea stall.
In recent years, as the imperial court has been bleeding money and relaxing regulations on commerce and agriculture, the private small commodity economy has become increasingly prosperous. Ordinary people have more money in their hands, and their spending has naturally increased.
The biggest change happened in Bianliang. Zhao Jun promoted the development of folk culture, promoted the development of opera, literature, and publications, and brought the printing industry in Bianliang to a higher level.
Besides drinking tea, ordinary people could read newspapers and periodicals at tea stalls. In places like Fanlou, Washe, and Goudang, they could also listen to plays and storytellers, which was the only thing missing from crosstalk and Peking opera.
At this time, several tea drinkers at the tea stall were idly reading the previous issue of the newspaper and chatting about the recent news of the court.
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