The relatives were still talking about it, and their emotions were gradually rising. When Gu Shirou suddenly said the word "good", they were shocked and stiffened. Then when they heard that she was going to give an explanation today, they couldn't help but lean forward. Depend on.
Even Zhao Xingwen, who was on the outermost side, stretched his neck, wondering what explanation his mother could give.
I saw Gu Shirou asking those who came closer: "Why do you think the young marquis burned the body?"
The crowd was silent for a moment, then burst into dissatisfaction: "How do we know this?"
Gu Shirou picked out a loud and muscular man and patted him on the shoulder: "Do you think the young marquis has a noble status and is worthy of doing such a disgraceful thing?"
The man squatted down after being photographed by her, and replied with a grin on his face: "Maybe he has a bad mind."
Gu Shirou then turned to filming and pinched: "If your brain is not good, how can you do such a thing?"
The man squatted down completely in pain, but Gu Shirou's words made the relatives think for a moment, yes, he couldn't do this even if his brain was not good.
"The descendants of the Zhao family have never had a person with bad conduct. There is a secret behind this matter that you don't know!" Gu Shirou said with integrity.
The onlookers were stunned for a moment, saying, 'Huh? ’ After a while, they all asked: “What’s the secret?”
Gu Shirou looked embarrassed: "I can't talk about this matter, but you can write a letter and ask the comrades who are still in Hanyang. They all know about this matter. Otherwise, how can such a big thing be done? Is there no movement at all?"
Just when the family members were looking at each other, a sound suddenly erupted in the distance: "The announcement has been made. The young marquis was exiled to Feishanling by Prince Yu. He is about to leave the city from Dali Temple..."
The crowd dispersed with a "crash" and rushed towards the direction of Dali Temple.
This news was naturally the news that Xiao Yanjun had just ordered Nie Hongyang to release outside the Qingxin Palace.
Although he couldn't send Xia Chu off personally, he still had to let the people give him a warm farewell...
After hearing the news, Zhao Xingwen's head buzzed. He looked at the crowds of people and realized it. Just as he was about to rush to Dali Temple, he was stopped by Gu Shirou.
"Little bastard, come here!"
Zhao Xingwen turned around with an embarrassed look on his face and saw Gu Shirou's personal maid Ling Ye, who was covering her body with a big cloak as she coughed.
Zhao Xingwen was heartbroken, always thinking that his mother was a tough person. Hearing her cough, his nose felt sore. He quickly walked over and helped her walk into the house. He said, "It's snowing so heavily today. You are alone." Leave it outside the door to let in the breeze and take care of yourself."
Gu Shirou rolled her eyes at him: "If I don't come out, they will block the door. Do I expect you to come back?"
"Well." Zhao Xingwen looked ashamed and asked Lingye to finish cooking the ginger soup for Gu Shirou, then he stumbled and said, "Mom, I have to go out again..."
Gu Shirou knew where he wanted to go and grabbed his wrist: "Help your mother in, you are not allowed to go anywhere today."
Zhao Xingwen did not expect that she would not agree, but still refused so firmly.
He stood still and refused to move: "Mom, my cousin..."
"Drag him in." Gu Shirou ordered the servant in the house without waiting for him to finish.
Then two strong men came forward, lifted Zhao Xingwen up one on the left and the other on the right, and dragged him to the room.
Zhao Xingwen struggled in every possible way, but he could only wave his arms in the air and beg Gu Shirou: "Mother, mother... Mother, please let me give him a ride!"
"Gag your mouth." Gu Shirou ordered again.
The Zhao Mansion instantly became quiet again. Within a moment, only a long drag mark was left in the courtyard...
Gu Shirou stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake and watched it turn into snow in the palm of her hand. She sighed to herself: "This heavy snow seems to be falling for a long, long time..."
It was already dark at this time, but Chang'an Market was dimly lit.
The entrance of Dali Temple was already overcrowded. Two rows of official officials cleared the way, and the government officials carried a prison cart and moved forward slowly.
For the sake of Xia Chu's last dignity, Kong Changhui didn't want him to leave Beijing in such a mess, so he covered the prison car with a layer of black cloth, leaving only a head-sized gap on it.
The common people stared at the gap and threw leftovers, leaves and eggs into it one after another, and cursed and cursed.
After a while, there was a faint tendency that the prison car was being smashed, and it seeped out from under the prison car. Along with the whimpering sounds coming from the prison car, the black cloth stretched up was vaguely visible, and there was a People in prison uniforms were buried in rotten leaves...
On the second floor of Wentian Pavilion, Xu Wenlan and Shi Zhongfei stood beside Bingwen, one on the left and one on the right.
"Bingwen, I can't bear it if you don't take action!" Xu Wenlan said angrily, turned around and went out to call the secret guard.
Bingwen grabbed him and said, "Are you planning to rob the prison? Did you do it? Can your father bear this infamy?"
Xu Wenlan stiffened and turned to look at him, her voice trembling: "I can't just do nothing, right?"
Shi Zhongfei also echoed with a choked voice: "Yes, Bingwen, we have to do something..."
Bingwen lowered his head, lowered his eyelids, his face was forbearing, and his body was trembling. He also wanted to do something...
However, Xia Chu wouldn't let it go!
In the letter that Bian Ding brought over that day, in addition to giving him the token of the Marquis Mansion, he also specifically told Bingwen that if he was humiliated, he should not take action. No matter what happened, he should not act rashly without Xiao Mubai's order.
"Where is he? Where are the others?" Xu Wenlan looked at Bingwen's silence and shook his shoulders desperately and asked: "The man I know will definitely not let Xia Chu suffer such humiliation."
Bingwen clenched his hands into fists, and suddenly laughed miserably when Xu Wenlan swayed his body crazily.
Yes, he also wanted to ask, where are the others
The prison car underneath gradually drove out of their sight, the shouts of the people gradually faded away, the downstairs of Wentian Pavilion slowly returned to its original state, and the market started selling new year's goods again.
It's just that there are few pedestrians and few doors.
Most of the people in Chang'an City followed the prison car, and with deafening curses, they walked through the streets and alleys to tell the world, telling the world about Xia Chu's unforgivable evil deeds...
Officials from Dali Temple cleared the way until they left the city gate and walked on the outskirts of Beijing for another half an hour before the people gradually subsided and dispersed slowly.
Kong Changhui stayed behind all the way until they walked for another half an hour. There was heavy snow in front of them. Apart from them, there was no one else on the official road.
Guan Xi stepped forward and reported: "Sir, the common people have gone back. It's time for you to say goodbye to the young Marquis and go back. Let your subordinates take care of the rest of the way alone..."
(End of chapter)