The carriage went all the way to the house where Tang Hao was received.
Along the way, Tang Hao was silent, opened the curtains, sat quietly in the carriage, hung his head and thought.
As early as when he was coming to Qingzhou, Tang Hao had already read the file of Qingzhou assassination history.
Zhao Limin, a Taoist from Longyou, is 44 years old. He has been an official for more than 20 years. He is honest and loves the people.
But recalling what he saw and heard along the way, Tang Hao doubted whether the file was reliable.
There are hungry people everywhere and disasters are rampant. As the head of a state, he is indifferent and sees no relief measures taken by the government.
Even when the imperial court ordered officials to visit, they were ill. Can such officials be honest?
With a touch of doubt, Tang Hao looked up slightly.
In the eye, Zhao Limin, an assassin of Qingzhou, leaned over the small carriage window and stared at a courtyard and a family in the street.
Hungry beggars hiding under the eaves waiting for death, old people tottering with water, young adults carrying rice bags and touching empty and shriveled money bags, and poor children begging for white faces behind adults
The miserable life of the people was reflected in the deep eye socket, and Zhao Limin''s muddy eyes were filled with tears.
Old tears slipped across the sad cheeks, filled with wrinkles, and dropped on the back of trembling hands.
There was a whisper of grief in the slightly moving lips.
"Sin!"
"Old man... Old man deserves it."
Zhao Limin stooped and looked away from the window. He was suffering and looked very sad.
"Qingzhou, Qingzhou people, I have no face to see you again!"
Looking at the old man with white hair dyed by years, Tang Hao flashed a sneer in his eyes.
"What?"
"Is it too late to repent now?"
Listening to the questioning voice in his ear, the old man slowly turned his head. Under the strands of messy hair, tears and snot mixed together on his pale face.
At the moment of meeting Tang Hao''s eyes, the old man slowly shook his head with empty eyes and no words.
It seems to be thinking and hesitating.
The great Confucian aristocratic family is powerful. I heard that there are senior officials in the palace behind it. They are powerful and cover the sky with one hand.
Although it was at the time of receiving the imperial edict, the old man already understood that the imperial court commander sent to Qingzhou was the Dingbei Marquis named Chang''an.
For a moment, the old man was secretly happy, but in the twinkling of an eye, the joy dissipated.
I heard that there is a big hand behind Qingzhou. The old man can''t hold it for a moment. Can Tang Hao compete with the big officials behind Qingzhou.
What''s more, his wives and concubines, old and young, are all under the surveillance of the guards. If they make a mistake, the life of the whole family is worrying.
The old man closed his eyes slowly, but his tears still rolled down, and a feeling of helplessness came to his heart.
Slowly shaking his head, the old man sobbed.
"Lord Hou, you... Don''t embarrass me."
"The less you know about some things, it''s good for you and me."
The intermittent voice is mixed with helplessness, pain and heartache, which is particularly desolate.
Seeing the change of the old man''s attitude, Tang Hao was moved and knew that this was the period when the old man''s heart wavered.
Tang Hao raised his eyebrows, his attitude became tough, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
"I''m not bargaining with you. As the head of the state and county, dereliction of duty, false reporting and concealing the disaster are inevitable."
"Tang was ordered to act first and then act. He was chartered by the imperial power."
"If you insist on not reporting the information, Lord Zhao, my official can only stand the power of killing."
first then make all known to the emperor!
The four words hit the forehead like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
The old man grabbed Tang Hao''s arm, slipped down slowly, slumped on the ground and begged.
"Lord, spare your life. I know I''m wrong."
"I beg you to spare your life for the sake of your old age."
"The old wife, children and children are still in crisis... Old... Bitter."
Tang Hao sat there with a straight face, forcibly pulled the old man up and said.
"If you recruit them truthfully, I will be able to keep them comprehensive."
Hearing this, a bright light flashed in the old man''s turbid eyes, which was very weak but very obvious.
On the bitter face, hesitation and firmness competed with each other, and the old man''s body moved slowly with the inner struggle.
After a moment of silence, the old man sat down slowly, his clenched hands stretched out and sighed.
"I''m ashamed to say."
"Lao Zao was the governor of Qingzhou and was in charge of a state. But since the great Confucian family came to Chang''an, the guards in the government office have changed frequently and have not listened to Lao Zao''s orders. Lao Zao''s position as the leader of a state was soon elevated."
"I live in the government office. The people of Qingzhou are suffering. I don''t know anything about it. I haven''t heard from the memorial secretly handed over."
"The great Confucian aristocratic family has a large number of disciples, and its roots involve the surrounding states and counties. Qingzhou seems to be controlled by my old bone, but it has already been controlled by the guards of the colluding aristocratic family and the government!"
With a few words, Tang Hao suddenly realized.
No wonder after receiving the imperial edict from the imperial court commander, Qingzhou didn''t welcome him.
No wonder the old man didn''t dare to tell the truth when he was in the government office.
It seems that this small Qingzhou has long been a tiger''s den, unfathomable.
The big hand fell on Zhao Limin''s shoulder. Tang Hao''s tone was sincere and his eyes were firm.
"Don''t worry, this trip."
"I Tang Hao will certainly return the people of Qingzhou to live and work in peace and contentment."