Kong Changhui looked at Tian Shu uneasily. Tian Shu in the hall did not look at all alarmed or panicked when Xiao Zimu repeatedly scolded him...
He knelt there and responded respectfully: "What His Highness the Seventh Highness said is true, but what if the young prince is not satisfied with this? He accepted the emperor's favor but was not grateful. He helped His Highness King Mo and wanted to raise troops to rebel, so he colluded with Hu Our country, Old General Zhao is probably aware of this matter, otherwise during the war, why would all the sons of his Zhao family be safe, but the soldiers on the front lines carrying guns were all poisoned?"
There was an uproar inside and outside the hall. Zhao Xingwen could not bear to slander General Zhao like this. He rushed towards the railing to clear away the crowd, and yelled at him: "You are talking nonsense, spitting blood, and dare to slander grandpa. See if I don't tear him up." Got rid of your foul mouth..."
There was a commotion outside the hall. Most of the people still believed in General Zhao's character and even spontaneously stepped back to make way for him.
Guan Xishou came out of the railing and looked at Zhao Xingwen who was rushing towards him. He could only turn his head and ask Kong Changhui.
Kong Changhui discussed with Jing Qibin and Feng Zhen: "This little General Zhao is a soldier of the Zhao family. He was also in Hanyang when the incident happened. He should be allowed to enter the court to answer his question."
Jing Qibin had no objection, so they both looked at Feng Zhen. Feng Zhen secretly glanced at Xiao Yanjun, saw him nodding slightly, and replied with a smile: "Of course I have no objection either," he said.
Kong Changhui nodded to Guan Xi, and Zhao Xingwen rushed up to the hall with his hands raised. Xiao Zimu was afraid that his impulsiveness would lead to bad things, so he coughed lightly and said in a more serious tone to him: "General Zhao, today the three halls will hold trials. Since you are allowed to go to court, just answer well."
Xiao Yanjun clicked his tongue at the side: "If General Zhao wants to rip his mouth out in public in this hall, wouldn't the people here poke you in the back and say you have a guilty conscience?"
Xia Chu looked at Zhao Xingwen's hand that had just been persuaded by Xiao Zimu to put it down, and then tried to raise it. He also coughed and gave Zhao Xingwen a deep look to signal him not to be impulsive.
Zhao Xingwen gritted his teeth, forced himself to suppress the overwhelming anger in his heart, and raised his hands to the hall: "The soldiers of Zhao Jiajun were not poisoned, but a special powder mixed into the flour by Hu Guo's craftsmanship. If you eat it for a long time, your limbs will become weak, and the daily meals of generals and above are mostly rice, so they are not implicated. The reason why he did not mix them all in is because he was afraid of being discovered by us. "
When Zhao Xingwen said this, he suddenly tore off his outer robe and tore open his middle coat, revealing his chest which was scarred by arrows, knives and whips, and was covered in devastation.
"We, sons of the Zhao family, have never been at the forefront when we went into battle to kill the enemy. I, Zhao Xingwen, joined the camp at the age of seven. I grew up in the army, and I feel like brothers and sisters in the Zhao family. The scars on our bodies are our pride. The heroic deeds are evidence of fighting. My grandfather Zhao Dingshan has taught his children and grandchildren since he was a child to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic. Our duty is to protect the people of Xiao State to live and work in peace and contentment." Zhao Xingwen paused at this point.
He pointed at Tian Shu, with an angry look on his face: "And this man actually said dirty words, saying that my grandfather would collude with the Hu State for the sake of his grandson, and even join forces with His Highness King Mo to raise troops to rebel. Can you believe this nonsense?"
The people of Xiao State have always regarded General Zhao as their faith, just like a god.
Even if there is a man in the family who has to serve in the military, it will be an honor if he can enter the Zhao family barracks.
Apart from the family members of the soldiers who died in the battle, many men from common people's families in Xiao Kingdom are still in the Zhao family's military camp. Many people even watched Zhao Xingwen and Zhao Xingwu grow up in the army.
General Zhao treats his descendants more harshly than ordinary soldiers, and they know it.
Therefore, many of them had just consciously made way for Zhao Xingwen.
Originally, they didn't believe it.
Now, after hearing Zhao Xingwen's impassioned and indignant words, his emotions rose instantly. When they heard Zhao Xingwen's question, they all responded loudly: "We don't believe it! We don't believe it! We don't believe it..."
Zhao Xingwen then turned to look at the courtiers on the right who were talking about each other just now, with a cold look on his face and a look of contempt: "The battle at the beginning of the year was so tragic. If His Highness King Mo hadn't arrived in time with the reinforcements, and the two armies worked together to fight the enemy bravely, do you think you would still be here now? Can I sit here safely and comment on my grandfather?"
The courtiers lowered their heads in shame. The common people did not know about the war, but they did.
Han Yang almost fell, and the emperor had already had the idea of a personal expedition. The situation was critical, and people inside and outside the palace were panicking. If it weren't for General Zhao and His Highness King Mo, it would be unimaginable...
Xiao Yanjun looked at the shy expressions of the ministers and sighed in his heart, General Zhao is really a big tree in the sky, and it is not easy to uproot him.
No wonder the mother-in-law always said that this matter could not be rushed, but this time she still obeyed him and took action against them.
Xiao Yanjun didn't expect to overthrow them with this, he just wanted to throw some dirty water on General Zhao and Xiao Mubai. How did he know that Concubine Li had been planning for Zhao Jiajun for a long time and had already made moves years ago? hand.
Even, almost, he succeeded...
Xiao Yanjun could not let the people remain in high admiration for General Zhao, nor could he let the courtiers continue to feel embarrassed.
He said to Zhao Xingwen, who was standing in the hall with his back as straight and straight as a pine, and said aggressively: "General Zhao, it's better to put on your robe. It's unbecoming and immoral."
Kong Changhui frowned dissatisfied, but he couldn't blame him, so he could only say to Zhao Xingwen warmly: "General Zhao, you'd better put it on first. It's the coldest month of the year, and it's still snowing heavily outside. It's freezing."
Xia Chu stepped forward and pulled up Zhao Xingwen's robe. While tying his belt, he sarcastically said to Xiao Yanjun: "Of course General Zhao is not as good as Prince Yu. He has been pampered in the palace since he was a child and has a lot of time to learn etiquette. They have been studying etiquette all year round. In the army, we get up in the morning to practice and then withdraw our troops at dusk. Every day, we are busy learning to march and form formations, and practice bow bending and archery. They are all rough people, and they have stained the eyes of Prince Yu. I am really sorry."
After saying this, the people looked at Xiao Yanjun and became less friendly, and some began to talk about it.
"My family has a hard time in the camp. Soldiers don't have time to learn etiquette."
"You don't learn that stuff even if you have time. Will it be useful in a war? If you don't fight with those barbarians with swords and guns, is it possible that you can win without a fight by bowing to them humbly? "
"Isn't that right? Prince Yu has his back against a big tree to enjoy the shade, but he blames the big tree for being rough and hurting his precious body. He really doesn't understand the suffering of soldiers."
"What's the use of being so good-looking? You can't be good at literature or martial arts. After reading books for all these years, the young marquis has just come down from the mountain and he has taken away the reputation of a talented scholar in the capital. I think he might be jealous. Looking for someone to frame me..."
(End of chapter)