He was an ignorant young boy. He was only twelve years old and knew nothing.
I just heard my father say that today is the most important moment in his life, so I came here to worship the Buddha with him.
At this moment, Zhao Yunrang's eldest son, Zhao Zongyi, ran in crying and said, "Father, the Imperial City Guards have surrounded our house."
“Bang!”
The beads in his hand fell to the ground in an instant.
"Father."
Zhao Zongshi raised his head and looked at Zhao Yunrang.
Zhao Zongyi opened his eyes wide, because he saw that at that moment, his father's energy and spirit seemed to be drained away.
A person seemed to become two different people from one second to the next, and instantly aged twenty years.
"I see."
Zhao Yunrang didn't say much, just nodded lightly.
"Father, what should we do? There are so many people outside."
Zhao Zongyi said anxiously.
"I said I know."
Zhao Yunrang slowly stood up and said, "Just wait in your own house. Life or death is determined by fate. Zongshi, follow father."
"yes."
Zhao Zongshi didn't understand, but still stood up and followed him.
Zhao Yunrang staggered and almost staggered into his room.
The room was decorated very simply, so simply that it was hard to imagine that this was the room of the Grand Master of the Imperial Clan of Bianliang, who was in charge of the entire clan.
Outside is a study with some books. There are no valuable antiques or paintings, and no other decorations. There are only a few bookshelves, a table and a chair, and on the table are the four treasures of the study.
Zhao Yunrang asked Zhao Zongshi to sit behind the desk, touched his head, and said with a smile: "Zongshi."
"Father?"
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Our family is not destined to be that way."
"The child doesn't understand."
"It's okay if you don't understand, it's okay if you don't understand."
Zhao Yunrang nodded and said to him, "Just sit here and don't move."
"yes."
Zhao Zongshi sat there obediently.
Zhao Yunrang walked into the inner room.
The furnishings in the inner room were equally simple. Zhao Yunrang had three wives, and the first two died of illness.
The last one was Zhao Zongshi’s biological mother, Ren, who was sitting in the inner room at this time.
When she saw Zhao Yunrang come in, she began to tremble all over.
"Husband and wife are one."
Zhao Yunrang sighed and said, "I'll go first, you can come later."
He walked to the table in the room, where there was a small porcelain vase.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Yunrang took the small porcelain bottle, removed the red cloth on it, and put it into his mouth.
That's a bottle of poison.
But the toxicity didn't set in so quickly.
He sat down and looked at Ren with calm and gentle eyes.
Ren laughed bitterly and looked up at the beams.
A white silk had long been hung on the beam, and a gentle breeze blew in from the window, causing the silk to sway gently.
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