Gu Heyan was imprisoned for conspiracy to death, shocking the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty.
For a time, the streets and alleys were full of discussions.
Under the pressure of questioning remarks and the performance of the prince, Fu Qi used strong authority to deter him, suppressed by his party members, and took every step to take down Gu Heyan.
After that, destroy the Mu family.
Finally, killer feet.
The struggle for imperial power is like this, and it is so bloody.
A hundred years later, the victor wrote the history, but only a few words.
On the second day after Gu Heyan was imprisoned, Fu Yi summoned a personal secret servant at the Suwang mansion: "Send a letter to Xirong, Gu Heyan has been put on death row, Xirong can start preparing troops and horses to store food and grass, and when he dies, it will be done. in sight."
"Yes." The Dark Servant clasped his fists and took orders, and hurried to do it.
Five days later, Zhong Zhaofan led his troops to the border north of Baicheng, and with a secret order from the prince, arrested General Wei Lingyun on the charge of treason.
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the military camp was in turmoil.
In the end, it was General Wei Lingyun's order of "Don't mess up, do your duty with due diligence" to calm the turmoil.
On a cold day, dripping water turned into ice, the north wind swept the ground, Wei Lingyun stood in front of the prison car, facing the more than 100 Rongyan army soldiers kneeling on the ground, his voice was like a bell: "Young blood, when you are 20 weak, you will be appreciated by General Gu Miao. , fought with him on the battlefield, defended the family and the country, overcame thorns and thorns for more than 30 years, never ashamed of the family, the people, and the Great Jin. I defend Lingyun, without fear of stigma, wait for the investigation.
After that, Wei Lingyun took off his armor, wearing only thin clothes, and resolutely turned around and walked into the prison cart.
After the great cold, it is New Year's Eve.
Every household has peach branches and hanging spring flags. It is lively, but this year's winter is much colder than before, adding a touch of chill to this noisy scene.
In the prison of Dali Temple, where the guards rest, there is a broken square table, four long benches, and an oil lamp.
Two prison guards, one fat and one thin, the fat one complained: "Hey, it's a good New Year's Eve, it's boring to stare at the mice and bugs here, it's just the two of us who are lowly This sucks."
The thin jailer said, "That's right, big brother, you said that there are so many guards in this cell on weekdays, and there are only two people watching tonight, so why is it our turn?"
The fat jailer said, "Brother, just be patient. After half an hour, it's time for a replacement. You can go home and hug your daughter-in-law and son to keep the year old."
The thin jailer thought about it and said, "Brother, there's only half an hour left anyway. If you don't want to go home first, I'll just watch."
The fat jailer looked at him, clearly excited, but still hesitant: "But..."
"It's okay, eldest brother." The thin jailer advised, "What's wrong with taking a break for the new year? Don't you worry about me, brother?"
"You're right." The fat jailer folded his fists, "Thank you, brother."
The fat jailer changed into his jailer uniform and walked out of the prison with his waist card through the prison passage of the heavily guarded Dali Temple.
At the gate of the prison, two guards are blocking a person.
The man was wearing tattered linen, probably because of the wind and cold. He wrapped his neck and half of his face with a gray cotton towel, looking a little funny. He was carrying a large wooden barrel in his hand, and the guard was stopping him to ask Who is coming.
The man lowered his head and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Masters, the little ones are here to deliver meals."
As he said that, he took out the badges and documents one by one.
After the guard looked at it, he saw no problem and waved the man in.
The man struggled to lift the large wooden bucket full of food, and walked in with a slight sway. He walked through the cold stone wall corridor guarded by guards and reached the deepest part of the prison, where the guards rested.
The skinny jailer heard footsteps and looked up at the man vigilantly.
The man carefully took off the gray cotton towel covering his face.
The thin jailer jumped up, and he walked in front of Mu Zhiming in two steps, took the big wooden barrel in his hand, and put an iron key in his hand: "Master Hou, I will deliver this meal. Just go inside, the cell at the end of the corridor, remember only a quarter of an hour, don't stay."
Mu Zhiming nodded: "Thank you."
Speaking of which, Mu Zhiming took out a mahogany food box from the big wooden barrel, clenched the key tightly, and hurriedly walked into the prison.
At the end of the journey, I saw a cell with three brick walls and one iron railing. It was cold, damp, and foul smelling. It was facing the brick wall of the prison corridor.
A man sat in a corner covered with messy straw, his hands and wrists were bound by iron chains, and the other end of the chain was embedded in the wall.
Even at this level, his back is still straight and he doesn't want to bend down for a moment. Looking back, it seems that this world has nothing to do with him.
But the next second, the man who entered the cell rushed over, half-kneeled in front of him, and hugged him tightly, causing the chains to rattle.
Gu Heyan was stunned for a moment.
The man's arms slowly tightened, his body was trembling, his eyes were hot and his nose was sore, and he couldn't restrain the whimper from his throat: "He Yan...you are suffering..."
Gu Heyan: "?!"