Rules were established for most people. In an era when power was respected, no matter how many rules and regulations were, they could not resist the emperor's amnesty order.

Zhang Tang understood this truth because behind him was Liu Che, but Zongzheng was different. Behind them was the ancestor system.

But how can dead rules suppress living people?

Zhang Tang did not stop and tried it step by step, and the matter became much more straightforward. All of a sudden, hundreds of officials, including the Inner Historian and Lieutenant, were involved.

I got more, but I wanted more. I like a snake swallowed an elephant and would not stop if I could not hold on.

Greed is also addictive...

Therefore, Zhang Tang was not satisfied and did not take a break, and he had to continue to pursue the reasons behind the rebellion.

Seeing this, Liu Qian pondered for a long time and felt that Yufeng could not hold back, so he simply told a story of the old past that made Zhang Tang and Zongzheng stunned.

"This...there must be talked about in the first year of Jianyuan...well..." Liu Qian had to stop and breathe because of the pain of the wound on his neck.

"According to the example, in October of that year, the father went to Beijing to pay homage, and Your Majesty sent Lord Tian Futian to Bashang to greet him. Tian Fu once told his father that his Majesty had no son, and the King was the eldest son of Emperor Gao, who practiced benevolence and righteousness, and was heard by the whole world.

Once the bus is in a stalemate, it will be much clearer. Who will establish it if it is not the father? But if the father is seventeen years older than His Majesty, it is not a joke to wait until His Majesty is a hundred years old?"

"Oh? So... are you going to secretly plan to replace it?"

Liu Qian paused, stopped talking, closed his eyes tiredly, and Zhang Tang asked Liu Qian to write a note on his confession.

The moment he was carried out of the interrogation room, Liu Qian suddenly looked back and asked Zhang Tang: "Sir, can it really..."

"Well, it depends on your highness's fortune. I can only say that I have great hope..."

As a jury, Zong Zheng was confused. He couldn't guess thoroughly and could not understand why Zhang Tang involved so many people.

Will there be any benefits if you make a big fuss?

As soon as Liu Qian left, he held his back and walked forward quickly, and asked impatiently: "Mr. Zhang, do you really want to plead for Liu Qian and Liu Ling?"

Pray? It doesn't exist.

He is not a naughty person...

A sneer appeared between Zhang Tang's eyebrows and eyes: "Such a big case is already related to the survival of the country. Lord Zong Zheng thinks about it carefully. How many heads do the subordinates dare to plead for them?"

"Hmm? That adult..."

"The lower-ranking officials are also loyal to His Majesty. If they do not eliminate all evil, there will be endless troubles in the future."

The Zongzheng was still puzzled: "When this happens, isn't someone wronged?"

"Ha, Lord Zongzheng think about it carefully. Which one is more important than the Han Dynasty's country?"

After Zhang Tang said that, he shouted to the outside, "Come on! Come and talk back!"

"I am here." An imperial prison envoy heard the words and responded directly.

"You should take the inner historian as soon as possible, and the lieutenant will be brought to justice. When the matter of Shouchun is settled, we will go to Chang'an together. I will be ordered. Without the orders of the superiors, we must not move randomly!"

"promise!"

"Mr. Zhang..." What a decisive and decisive act! Zong Zheng was stunned.

...

Above my head is the roof of the carriage. Outside the roof is the drizzling rain. The carriage runs through the muddy roads of Yanglingyi, crosses the magnificent scale and regular layout of the three-fold gate, and walks into the mausoleum area between Emperor Jing and Emperor Wen.

At this time, Liu Che's eyes were a little sour, and time was flowing away unconsciously. Looking back, he was already in his twenties.

And my father has been sleeping in the vast Xianyang Plain for six years.

Stepping on the felt laid on the floor tiles, Liu Che walked all the way to the bedroom, raising his eyes to look at the entire cemetery, his thoughts fluttering, and the past like smoke seemed to have come back to his heart in an instant.

Very grand. Like the glory and majesty of his lifetime, the father also reflected the royal rank and rank under the sacredness of the royal family, and was full of rigorousness.

The twelve-meter-high imperial tomb stands in the rain curtain in a slump. To the east of the imperial tomb, a little behind is Emperor Wen's tomb. Looking north along the tomb, the smaller tomb in the northeast was Li Ji, who died of depression.

Once upon a time, the father had a complicated emotional entanglement with the two women he had favored, and once performed a storm of deposing the prince.

Now all these things have passed away. I am lying here quietly, watching the Wei River flow eastward from before my eyes.

Around the cemetery, the burial tombs of old ministers are distributed in a chessboard shape from west to east.

These ministers served the court during their lifetime and were honored to be able to accompany the emperor behind them.

The royal sacrificial rituals are solemn and sacred, with an extremely grand momentum.

Along the way, a huge team of nearly two thousand people was led by several lieutenants. After receiving the order of Liu Che, he started from Yangling City and deployed to the front of the tomb. Along the way, flags and flags were waving, guarding the Deyang Temple, Que Tower and Bedroom Hall.

Zhu Zai Le, who had a team of more than 380 people, was led by Tai Leling and was distributed in an orderly manner on both sides of the ancestral temple or bedroom, playing sacrificial music. The long sacrificial team slowly moved forward.

It was noon, and Dazai Ling presented the "Tailao" according to the etiquette. At this time, the musicians only sang yells, highlighting the solemnity of the ceremony.

Under this scene, everyone is immersed in that solemn atmosphere.

The grace of heaven, the harmony of heaven and earth, the unity of the world, and the prosperity of the country, shines on the land of the Han Empire like the hot sun, nourishing everyone's heart.

Immediately afterwards, the silence came from the silence of Tai Zhu Ling's tribute.

Between these lines, there is also a lot of praise for the great achievements of the late emperor and the remembrance of the ministers.

Afterwards, he played the music of "Xingcheng" and performed the "Nine Bows". Liu Che and Qiu Ajiao were at the Huangmen and the palace maids, and they both took their hands to the ground, bowed their heads to the ground, stayed for a while before slowly getting up and returning to their original position.

Following behind was five-year-old Liu Ju, who was supported by Bao Sang and Shen Meng, knelt obediently in front of his ancestors, led to the ground, and got up after a moment of pause.

What is amazing is that although Liu Ju is young, he is meticulous in performing the sacrificial ceremony. Liu Che and Wei Zifu were also very relieved when they looked at Liu Ju's serious appearance.

The son and daughter are the bonds, one end in Liu Che's hands and the other end in Wei Zifu's hands. The one tied on this band is a model of the royal family.

The young and solemn manner of the eldest son worshiping his ancestors can't help but evoke Liu Che's memories of his childhood.

The dust buried in the long river of time...

When he was named King of Jiaodong, he was only four years old. He always had the impression that every time he went to Sixianyuan to study with the prince, he would always look at his mother reluctantly.

Driven by this emotion, even after he ascended the throne and became the emperor, he still believed that his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world and the safest back.

Even if she is not perfect.
Chapter completed!