Chapter 465: Huai Jin passed away

Zi Ling ate twenty big boards and was carried back to the Temple of Lunar Moon, which made everyone know.
Upon learning of this, Sun Ruyun hurried over and saw that she was really anxious for Zhao Feiyan. As soon as she entered the door, she took Zhao Feiyan's hand and said, "Sister, you are too impulsive!"
She had only left the work for a while, and something went wrong here. Zhao Feiyan has always done things steadily, but this time she involved her family and was so reckless.
Yesterday, Ziling had not returned home. Zhao Feiyan knew that something was wrong, and sat for most of the night until it was dawning that Ziling was sent back.
She knew what the emperor did, but it was just to give her a warning, and to remind people in other palaces that if anyone went to Kunning Palace to make trouble in the future, it would not be easy to end up with the 20th board. .
"Counting the time, the uncle should leave Beijing too, isn't my sister going to send it off?" Sun Ruyun didn't know whether to bring up this matter at this time, but both of them knew that maybe if they didn't go this time, Zhao Feiyan would never see you again. His chance.
"No, I'll go back when Dad comes back." Zhao Feiyan smiled bitterly, she didn't have the face to see Dad. As a concubine Gongzhong, she couldn't even save her dad. It was really useless.
"Hey, I'm afraid the emperor is already watching the Moon Palace closely, sister, don't do stupid things at this juncture again." Sun Ruyun persuaded with all his heart.
Originally, Zhao Feiyan planned to let Ziling go to Kunning Palace to do some tricks on Du Xuechun's swing, and make her fall a bit badly. Unexpectedly, Du Xuechun did not suffer, but let Ziling eat the board for nothing.
Fortunately, Zi Ling was loyal to him and did not say that he was instructed by him, so the emperor could not do anything to him even if he knew it.
Only in this way, Zhao Feiyan could no longer think of a way to save her father.
"Sister, I'm so incompetent." Zhao Feiyan said weakly as she soaked her veil with tears.
Sun Ruyun patted her hand, as if the two suddenly changed positions. These words were originally spoken by Zhao Feiyan to Sun Ruyun, but today they are reversed.
"Sister, you know, the imperial concubine who wants to bring down the queen most in this palace, as long as you follow her, one day your sister will avenge today."
Tears are nothing but a symbol of weakness, and washing one's face with tears is only because of cowardice and weakness. The harem is so sinister. Tears can be weapons, but they cannot be an excuse for losers.
Only by becoming stronger can we stand on her heels. Zhao Feiyan finally stopped crying. She knew that there would be more silent wars waiting for her in the future.
Outside the city of Kyoto, Zhao Huaijin struggled to ride a tall horse. He was originally a civil servant, but now he is old again, but the act of getting on the horse has made him breathless.
His student glanced at the gate of Kyoto with nostalgia. Once he went today, he might have lost his place in Chaozhong after returning.
It's just that the teacher was so kind to him that he left him alone to the northwest, and he couldn't rest in peace even in Beijing.
"Teacher, let's go." He put the reins in Zhao Huaijin's hands, trying to ease his tone.
It only took a few days. Zhao Huaijin’s hair was completely white and his face was full of vicissitudes. He thought his daughter would come to see her off. After waiting for a long time, he didn’t see anyone. He knew that this strong kid, I must feel that I blame her and refuse to come to see myself.
This was because he was a father who didn't do a good job. How could he blame her. He only hoped that the child could let go of his hatred so that he could live a little easier in the palace.
"Yiting, you shouldn't have come." Looking at her student, Zhao Huaijin was both moved and regretful. If this child had done things steadily in the DPRK, such a character would surely be a big event in the future, but now it is in vain.
"Teacher, Yiting is not an ungrateful person. Without the help of the teacher over the years, I wouldn't be who I am today." Zhao Huaijin is such a tan and corrupt person who can teach such students.
Zhao Huaijin caught the wind and chill when the road was bumpy and only a hundred miles out of the capital.
Before leaving the city, Feng Xuanche set a deadline for them.
If it is quicker, it will not take five days to return to Beijing from the northwest, but they will take food and grass, stop and go, let alone half a month to arrive.
"Teacher, your condition is getting worse, so stay at the post, and the students will send food and grass." Liu Yiting brought Zhao Huaijin a bowl of herbal medicine with a strong bitter taste and said with a worried expression on his face.
By now, Zhao Huaijin finally understood Feng Xuanche's deep meaning and leaned on the wall with difficulty. Zhao Huaijin sighed and said, "This court is the emperor's court after all."
Since he set foot on the road to the northwest, he has never returned.
"Cough..." Zhao Huaijin figured this out, couldn't help but cough, and finally coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Yiting, you are still young. After you go back, follow your Majesty. Don't go the same way, even if you start from the beginning." He clutched his chest and gasped, his face was dead.
Liu Yiting's eyes were red, and he nodded fiercely, saying: "Teacher, take the medicine and rest."
When he was about to leave the next day, Liu Yiting knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered him. He was anxious and pushed the door in, and found that Zhao Huaijin was no longer angry.
He knew that the teacher had a secret relationship with the prime minister in private, and he had persuaded him, but the teacher did not listen to him after all, and now he ended up in death.
"Teacher." Liu Yiting wiped away his tears. He could only temporarily bury the teacher here, and then send the teacher back to the capital after the delivery of grain and straw.
There was no delay in delivering food and grass. In the end, the teacher didn't even have a guardian.
"Zhao Huaijin is dead." When Xue Ning handed over the news, Feng Xuan Che was dealing with government affairs in the Imperial Study Room, knowing that afterwards, he just nodded and said nothing.
He sent Xue Ning's people to follow the team that escorted the grain and grass. After all, it was a matter of state affairs. If only those escorts had not been secretly protected by Xue Ning's people, they would have been robbed by bandits.
It doesn't matter if he is dead, so that he can also get a good reputation, so that the Zhao family can live in the capital without any worries.
"What is happening over Du Heng?" Feng Xuan thoroughly rubbed his eyebrows and asked tiredly.
"I didn't find out, just intuition that he might not be able to live well recently." Xue Ning would also feel a headache when facing this old fox. Du Heng deserves to have been sitting in the prime minister's position for so many years.
"Look closely, I'll go to the jail, how about that Wu Yan, has his mouth been pried open." Feng Xuanche got up, ordered people to change clothes, and asked Xue Ning on the side after getting dressed.
"I'm a tough guy, I haven't spoken a word since I entered." Xue Ning has a little admiration at this point. There are more than one hundred kinds of torture in the prison, none of which is unbearable. No words were revealed.
If it weren't for Wu Ni's words, which obviously poured dirty water on the queen, Xue Ning would have believed.
"What can he say?" Feng Xuanche snorted coldly, and said: "When Taizu established the Qintian Supervisor, he set a rule that he could only do things for the royal family. Such behavior has violated the ancestor's legacy and there is only a dead end. "