"The angels have been assassinated, why hasn't the court made any move yet?"
"What do you want?"
"The bigger the noise, the better."
"I heard that a lot of people were arrested in the military camp."
"What's the point of arresting these few people? Even a fool can tell that there's someone behind this."
"Oh, I didn't realize that Brother Zhang is such a knowledgeable person."
"That's it."
"Then tell me, who is behind this?"
"Who could it be?"
One of the young tea drinkers looked across the street corner.
They were the noble Wang family, known as the Nine-Courtyard Wangs. They had nine mansions covering dozens of acres in Bianliang, where every inch of land was valuable.
"Brother Zhang, you're quite bold. Aren't you afraid that someone will find an excuse to put you in jail?"
"Brother Li, we've been meeting over tea for about half a year now."
"yes."
"Our friendship is as pure as water, but I have never told you one thing."
"What's up."
"My father is Zhang Erhe."
"So he's the son of the Censor-in-Chief's family."
The tea drinker named Li stood in awe.
"Hey, it's all just empty reputation."
Zhang the tea guest waved his hand.
"Brother Zhang isn't afraid of them, but we common people are."
Li Chake shook his head.
"If it were up to me, the imperial court should strike hard and deal with them severely!"
Zhang the tea guest clapped his hands and said.
"But the news of Angel's assassination has been in Bianliang for two or three days. There might be some internal reasons."
"What's the internal cause?"
"I dare not say, Brother Zhang, guess it yourself."
Cao
"Hush eight medicine life?"
"Oh, I wish I could chop off the heads of these noble men!"
Tea guest Zhang was very angry.
In recent days, the news that the envoy sent by the court to check the military registration was assassinated has spread.
As a result, people found that the court did not move at all.
For a time, all kinds of conspiracy theories and insider information were rampant, and the people of Bianliang were all outraged.
But just as the tea drinkers around were talking about it and complaining about the injustice of the court.
Suddenly, countless Imperial City Guards poured into the streets.
The tea drinkers were all stunned.
Someone slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no! They're here to catch us."
"I told you to stop speaking ill of the imperial court. Now watch me."
"What are you afraid of? Let them arrest me. I have a clear conscience."
Many tea drinkers scattered in all directions, while others' legs were still trembling.
Since Zhao Jun founded the newspaper, people often criticized current affairs after dinner, and there were many people who criticized politics.
It was said in the past that the imperial court was magnanimous and would not arrest people indiscriminately as long as the crime was not too obvious, but no one expected that they would actually arrest them this time.
For a moment, the tea stall was in chaos.
However, just as the politicians were fleeing in panic, the guards from the Imperial City Department seemed to ignore them and rushed directly to the Wang family residence.
"Surround them."
"The dean said not to let anyone go."
"Hurry, hurry, catch them all."
The guards swarmed in and surrounded the palace in three layers, then rushed in to arrest people.
Not only the mansions, but also the sons of nobles who were indulging in pleasure in brothels and restaurants throughout Bianliang were wanted throughout the city, and the army was searching the streets. In an instant, the whole Bianliang was in chaos.
The tea drinkers at the tea stall were all stunned.
After a long time, they saw the imperial guards dragging out the head of the Wang family like a dead dog. Many people realized that this time the imperial court was finally going to take real action.
"Who said there was no movement from the imperial court? Didn't they arrest everyone?"
"Why are you catching them now?"
"Don't we have to find someone and evidence? If you just snap your fingers and say someone did it, what if you're framing a good person?"
"All right."
Many talkative politicians could not help but shut up.
In addition to the streets of Bianliang, big and small, and the mansions of various nobles and generals, the Imperial City Guards and the elite soldiers transferred by Fan Zhongyan from the left and right wings were also moving around.
On the east side of Jinglongmen Street in the outer city, at the former Ten Kings Palace, now the Muqin Residence, countless soldiers were rushing in.
Although Muqin's house is in the outer city, it is very prosperous because it is close to the inner city.
The whole place is called a house, but in fact it is like a palace. It is more than 600 meters long from north to south and 1,125 meters wide from east to west. It covers an area of about 800 to 900 acres, occupying the area of a whole city.
A large number of close relatives within the five generations of mourning lived here. Among them, the mansion of Zhao Yunrang, the Grand Secretary, was the most luxurious, with continuous walls in front and back and palaces everywhere.
The sudden siege by the army almost scared the royal family members in Muqin's house to death.
Many members of the royal family almost instinctively closed their doors and windows, and many of them carefully placed ladders on the wall and stuck their heads out to see who was outside.
But what made them feel a little relieved was that it was not directed at them.
The guards swarmed to the outside of Zhao Yunrang's mansion. There were at least thousands of them, surrounding the entire mansion, making it completely airtight.
"What's going on?"
A member of the royal family saw this scene and asked in confusion: "Why are so many bandits and soldiers running outside our palace?"
“Who knows where to go?”
"Don't they know where this is? We are related to the government."
"It seems they are not coming for us, but for the Dazongzheng family."
"Take a quick look at this."
All the royal family members were watching the situation outside.
Zhao Yunrang's family was already in chaos.
Zhao Yunrang himself was sitting cross-legged in the backyard, where there was a temple. He was holding a beads in his hand, and Zhao Zongshi was kneeling beside him.
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