make love.


    Three applause came from the end of the corridor.


    A faint voice swept over.


    "Lord Qi really loves the people like a son, abides by the law and loves the country!"


    "Guarding the boundaries of the granary for the Tang Dynasty hall in the face of a great disaster?"


    Hearing the sound, Qi Feng felt a chill in his heart, and a feeling of fear rushed into his heart.


    Holding a blood red eye, staring at the end of the corridor.


    Tang Hao, dressed in a purple official robe and with a line of silver soldiers, strode across.


    A person next to him is particularly conspicuous.


    There is a golden crown on the top of the head, dotted with East beads, inlaid with a ruby in the middle, wearing a dazzling golden Python robe, majestic and serious.


    Prince?


    Tang Hao came here with the prince?


    Qi Feng immediately trembled.


    I was going to struggle with the name of the king of Wei to frighten this rash imperial official.


    However, when I saw the prince with me, the idea suddenly broke.


    On his fat face, his muscles did not twitch much. Qi Feng opened his mouth in horror, hesitated for a long time and squeezed out a few words.


    "You... You''re not afraid..."


    The sound of moving forward suddenly stopped at one step in front of him. His burly body leaned down and his cold eyes stared at Qi Feng''s hair.


    "What are you afraid of? The master behind you is still in the imperial city. I hope he will come to Qingzhou in person for you?"


    While talking, the voice took out a scroll from his arms and stood up.


    "See clearly! This is the crime committed over the years!"


    "I''m afraid it''s not enough to copy all these crimes."


    Qi Feng''s pupils suddenly enlarged, reflecting Tang Hao''s grim face.


    A cold chill came from the front. At this moment, it seemed that the crime had become the thin sheet of life and death in Yan Luo''s hand.


    Ah, ah.


    The dry throat roared like a dying beast.


    Qi Feng pedaled his legs, and generally wanted to struggle to stand up and escape.


    However, these soft legs can''t use any energy.


    Tang Hao raised his hand slightly and waved it gently.


    "Take it away!"


    "Wait for it."


    The soldiers holding the war behind them lined up, picked up the heavy body and dragged them all the way.


    Staring at the fat, gray face, Li Zhi glared and spit.


    "Corrupt officials! Such people deserve to die!"


    After that, he frowned on his young face and looked at the figure beside him in doubt.


    "Who is the elder sister and son-in-law, the master of the imperial city?"


    Tang Hao breathed a sigh of relief when he patted Li Zhi on the back with his big hand.


    "Later, you will understand."


    One wave just flattened and another wave began.


    Tang Hao, who had just arrived at the residence with Qi Feng, was startled by Zhao Limin, who was full of tears.


    After some questioning, Zhao Limin finally raised his tears and cried in pain.


    "Old Zhang... Old Zhang died!"


    The news was so sudden that Tang Hao''s heart suddenly sank.


    When he was in the Imperial City, Tang Hao could not bear to go against the heart of the king of Tang. What he thought was to deal with the dissolution of the great Confucian family peacefully.


    Never thought, but Zhang Xian died at this time.


    Command a few words, Tang Hao and Li Zhi hurried to the Zhangjia residence.


    In the open door, there are no more people coming and going, bustling and bustling.


    The scattered servants, dressed in white and with red eyes, hung their heads and stood solemnly at the gate of each government yard.


    Through the huge front yard of the mansion and the winding corridor, Tang Hao and Li Zhi went straight to the main hall.


    The servants at the entrance of the main hall bowed to the two one by one.


    A domestic servant put on a white cloth belt and gently tied it on the shoulders of Tang Hao and Li Zhi.


    As the saying goes, the dead are the greatest.


    This cloth belt is not only a courtesy, but also a respect for the dead.


    In the main hall, the coffin was dark. In the middle of the hall, white chrysanthemums were surrounded, and the long white cloth wrapped around the beam of the house hung for a long time.


    The candlelight placed in front of the coffin added a bit of desolation to the hall.


    An old figure, kneeling in front of the candle, burning paper money, sobbed and whispered.


    "Old Zhang, I was lost for a moment... I was fascinated by the way of those traitors."


    "The original intention is good... To seek peace for the people of Qingzhou... But the relationship behind it... I really don''t know..."


    "I hurt you..."


    His back fluctuated violently, as if he wiped away tears and threw out a lot of paper money.


    The light reflected on the coffin suddenly became bright, the light and shadow floated, and the old man''s voice came again.


    "Old Zhang, you can go at ease."


    "My last wish has been completed for you... The great Confucian family has been dissolved... Our descendants of Zhangjia... Will only open a lecture hall in the countryside forever."


    A pair of hands put on a bent back and came out gently with a sad voice.


    "The dead are gone. I''m sorry."


    Turning his head, Tang Hao knelt on the ground, grabbed a pile of paper money and threw it into the basin.


    "I thought Zhang could spread the classics of Confucius and Mencius to the public and educate the people of the Tang Dynasty."


    "I never thought that when I said goodbye to the Imperial City, there was a separation between yin and Yang."


    After a pause, the paper money spilled out.


    "Rest in peace."


    After the memorial ceremony, Tang Hao got up, turned and walked towards the door.


    There was a sound in front of the coffin.


    "King Jin, Lord Tang, wait a minute. Mr. Zhang has a letter for you."