RPAGF Chapter 83 Is this retribution?
Chapter 83 Is this retribution?
Chapter 83 Is this retribution?
It was already completely dark, but the Hall of Mental Cultivation was brightly lit.
Dai Quan stood bowing outside the West Warm Pavilion, listening to the intermittent conversation inside, and sighed inwardly.
Although he had long anticipated that the border would be riddled with holes and utterly corrupt, he hadn't expected it to have reached such a state, where the people had lost all regard for their country and its people. Could such territory still be considered under the rule of the imperial court?
The emperor's few words of praise came out intermittently, and then silence fell over the room.
Dai Quan knew that what he was about to say was what the emperor truly wanted to know.
Inside the warm pavilion, Liu Feng stood by the couch with his head down, his gaze falling on Emperor Yankang's bright yellow satin boots. He almost burst out laughing; the emperor had bound feet, no wonder he was so petty.
After a long pause, Emperor Yankang finally spoke: "Was the murderer really a Tartar?"
Liu Feng: "Prince Zhongshun, Commandant Qiu, and all the generals of the Beijing Garrison unanimously concluded that the murderer was a Tartar."
"I want to hear your judgment." A hint of displeasure flashed across Emperor Yankang's face.
Liu Feng remained silent.
Emperor Yankang sat up straight, his gaze fixed on him: "Was the weapon a crossbow bolt or a hidden blade? I want to hear what you saw with your own eyes."
Liu Feng remained silent.
Emperor Yankang understood immediately. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, his hand trembling slightly, and then slammed the teacup to the ground: "Not even a sip of hot water?!"
Dai Quan rushed in, saying, "This old servant deserves to die! This old servant will go get it right away!" Then he hurriedly went out again.
Emperor Yankang took a deep breath and slowly said, "Pretend I didn't hear what you just said. I didn't ask anything."
Liu Feng replied in a low voice, "As you command."
Emperor Yankang waved his hand wearily: "Go home."
#What about the reward?!
Liu Feng dared not speak, but silently wished the Empress Dowager well in his heart.
As soon as Liu Feng stepped out of the West Warm Pavilion, Dai Quan returned with tea.
Emperor Yankang looked at Dai Quan: "He can't leave the palace. You see him off."
After seeing Liu Feng off, Dai Quan returned to the West Warm Pavilion and saw Emperor Yankang staring at the ceiling with eyes like nails, his face pale under the lamplight.
A look of distress flashed across Dai Quan's eyes, and he sighed silently.
Is this karma?
Emperor Yankang suddenly spoke, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse.
Dai Quan dared not reply, but whispered, "Your Majesty, it is of utmost importance to take care of your health. You still bear the responsibility of the empire of your ancestors on your shoulders."
"The fate of the nation... the fate of the nation..."
Emperor Yankang's eyes lit up again, and he turned to Dai Quan: "The executioner must be appointed tomorrow."
"Yes." Dai Quan smiled bitterly to himself.
The Empress Dowager has already made it clear that this is her only remaining family member.
Although she didn't openly threaten anyone, everyone understood the Empress Dowager's meaning. No one dared to oversee the execution of the Duke of Cheng'en.
The Minister of Justice was so frightened that he fell ill. He wasn't faking it; he was genuinely ill, experiencing alternating chills and fever, and ultimately resigned from his post.
This job is a disaster for the whole family if you do it, but if you don't, you'll at most lose your own head.
Anyone can do the math.
I still feel most comfortable sleeping in my bed at home, and I can sleep soundly until dawn.
Unlike the lingering stench of sweat in the military camp, this place is filled with a pleasant fragrance.
With his eyes closed, Liu Feng groggily pushed the "blanket" on his body. It was soft and fluffy, and he even rubbed it a few times.
Xiangling's sleepy mumbled in my ear: "Second Master..."
Why are you touching me?
Liu Feng opened his eyes and saw that it wasn't a blanket at all, but Xiang Ling, who was wrapped around him like an octopus.
Looking at the delicate face in his arms, as beautiful as a begonia in spring slumber, Liu Feng reached out and brushed away the strands of hair on Xiangling's face. His fingertips gently caressed her cheek; her skin was fair and smooth to the touch, just like a freshly peeled egg.
"Second Master, why are you touching my face?" Xiangling glanced at him, then lazily closed her eyes again.
She's only thirteen! What a tragedy! She'll have to be raised for a few more years.
Liu Feng closed his eyes, raised his hand and patted her on the bottom: "Get off."
"No...sleep a little longer..." Xiangling hadn't seen him for months, and she was very clingy. She snuggled up to him and twisted her body to act coquettishly.
Liu Feng said irritably, "Don't mess with me so early in the morning!"
Xiangling's face suddenly turned red. She hurriedly let go of his hand, turned around, and crawled back into her own bed.
She flirted with you and then ran away—what a scumbag!
Liu Feng lay there for a while before getting up. It's good to be young; it took him a long time to suppress the urge.
Martial arts skills cannot be neglected. I practiced spear and sword techniques for a while, working up a good sweat.
Take a shower and have breakfast.
Liu Feng swallowed the bun in his mouth, picked up the bowl, sipped it, and finished it in one gulp. He then casually handed the empty bowl to Qingwen, who was standing next to him with her mouth agape and eyes wide open: "Give me another bowl."
"Ah? Oh..." Qingwen quickly served him another bowl of porridge.
Liu Feng glanced at her with a smile: "If you ever went to the border army camp, you'd know what it means to have a big appetite. Do you know how much those military officers can eat in one meal?" He then made an exaggerated gesture.
"Wouldn't that make you a pig?!" Qingwen exclaimed, speechless with shock.
Liu Feng smiled and only understood why ancient military generals all had big bellies when he arrived at the military camp.
A general's prowess isn't judged by his swordsmanship, but by his appetite. He had personally fought in that great battle, and the exhaustion was terrifying, far more painful than the armed cross-country run he had endured in his previous life.
If you have a poor appetite, you'll struggle to even defend yourself, let alone wield a knife. Only with strong digestive abilities can you quickly regain your strength.
After staying here for the past few months, Liu Feng's appetite has increased significantly. With a larger appetite, his strength has naturally increased as well.
"Second Master! Second Master..."
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Having changed her clothes, Xiangling bounced out from the bedroom, proudly shoving a poetry collection in front of him. "This is a poetry collection the young lady gave me, and it even has annotations written by her own hand!"
Liu Feng immediately lost his appetite for the porridge in his mouth. "I don't have any gifts!"
"Second Master, when are we going to see Miss Lin?" Xiangling looked at him expectantly.
Liu Feng thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait a few days."
Xiangling gave a somewhat disappointed "Oh," but quickly perked up again, chattering and laughing as she told Liu Feng everything she had learned from Aunt Liu about Lin Daiyu's life in the Rongguo Mansion.
Liu Feng smiled and nodded, quite satisfied with the Rongguo Mansion's arrangements for taking care of Lin Daiyu.
Just then, Aunt Liu came in: "Second Master, Commander Li is here."
"Let him in."
Liu Feng was very happy to see Li Shoutian after not seeing him for many days and invited him to have breakfast together.
Li Shoutian didn't stand on ceremony. He served himself a bowl of porridge, sat down, and ate while talking.
Liu Feng already knew about the impeachment and didn't take it to heart, but when he learned that Mei Hanlin was the one leading the group at the Hanlin Academy, he almost spat out his porridge.
Li Shoutian added, "Besides these few things, there's the case in the Ministry of Justice... It seems there's a force in the capital trying to muddy the waters, but we don't know what they're up to."
Liu Feng nodded: "Anything else?"
"The rest is up to the Rongguo Mansion." Li Shoutian put down his spoon and took out a few sheets of ink paper from his sleeve.
Liu Feng took the papers and placed them on the table, flipping through them one by one. Suddenly, one of them caught his eye.
How dare Zhou Rui's wife slight Lin Daiyu? Liu Feng tilted his head back and finished the rest of the porridge in his bowl, then put the bowl down: "You've got some nerve!"
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Li Shoutian: "I reckon it was Madam Wang's idea."
With a cold snort, Liu Feng said, "Go, shut down that Leng guy's shop and put him in jail."
Li Shoutian's lips twitched, and he quickly reminded him that there was another one locked up in the prison.
Liu Feng slapped his thigh, realizing he had completely forgotten!
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