Zhao Wanyong did not express any objection, and Zhao Yinyong in the crowd also saw Zhao Wanyong. At this time, the boy learned his lesson and just stared at his brother, hoping that his brother would speak and save him.

Hong Jinglai wants to severely punish these people because of his political stance and to maintain his own authority. If Xiao Zhao opens his mouth and beats him for thirty years, he can naturally pay a fine or exchange it for thirty beatings. Although the national law must always be strictly enforced, human feelings

This thing has been unavoidable since ancient times.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Wanyong still didn't speak. Hong Jinglai sighed secretly in his heart. After all, Xiao Zhao still knew the general outline and could distinguish the important. Although it was okay to plead for mercy, it would also make these scholars feel lucky and even despise him.

Hong Jinglai. It's better to be beaten thirty times, so as to improve his memory.

He told Li Jichu, who was already gearing up, that it didn't matter if the others were beaten half to death, but Zhao Yinyong only needed to hit Zhao Yinyong twice for the purpose. Anyway, it took a lot of work, and the blows were heavy and loud, making a sound of flesh, but in fact it only broke one layer.

Pi, if you go home and raise him for half a month, he will be alive and kicking. Zhao Wanyong begs for mercy, and Hong Jinglai can't really beat Zhao Yinyong half to death.

Speaking of which, they were also the brothers who had seen the picture of Tiandi and Chunda having sex together back then...

Li Jichu naturally understood. The executioners Yong Yong took a bench, pushed the person down and tied him up. The fight started with a crackle, and the crowd that had dispersed gathered in the distance again, pointing and pointing. Some family members of Confucian scholars also rushed to the scene.

When he came over and saw his relatives being beaten, he naturally began to cry and howl. However, facing hundreds of tall teaching cavalry and their shining sabers, they only dared to watch from a distance and could not take a step forward.

After the torture of the Confucian scholars who had been beaten to death was completed, hundreds of people rushed forward, carrying or supporting them, and took them away. Several of them were obviously servants of the Zhao family, and they came forward timidly.

, they did not take good care of Zhao Yinyong, and Zhao Wanyong would definitely be punished this time. But when Zhao Wanyong saw them, he just waved his hands and said nothing.

Those servants seemed to have been granted amnesty, and they carried Zhao Yinyong back, who actually only received three sticks, but still yelled and screamed and was about to die on the spot.

Looking at the people walking away, Hong Jinglai walked gently to Zhao Wanyong without saying anything. He took his hand and patted him apologetically. Others might not be able to see it, but Hong Jinglai could feel it.

I was trembling slightly. What happened today happened too suddenly. This was something neither Hong Jinglai nor Zhao Wanyong expected.

If something like this happened, today's discussion could no longer go on. Hong Jinglai had to go to the palace to see the emperor and report the matter to Li Xi. Regardless of whether he knew it or not, Hong Jinglai had to go and talk to him about it.

That's right. Others either went back to their respective offices or went home without mentioning it.

His family came to support Zhao Wanyong in the sedan chair. Originally, because Hong Jinglai always traveled with a sword and a horse, and many of the new officials came from Hong Jinglai's army, most of the people sitting in the sedan were old and weak officials.

I was so busy that I was exhausted mentally and physically. I could at least close my eyes and relax for a while while sitting in the sedan chair, and then I gave up my horse and took the sedan chair.

But today, his mind still couldn't settle down. A major event like Huayang Academy was handled with such care. Although he also knew that Hong Jinglai wanted to cut through the mess quickly to avoid trouble, but if he did this, tens of thousands of people would be detained today.

.If everything is not guaranteed and something big happens tomorrow, it won't be solved with just a slap in the face.

The more I think about it, the more confused my mind becomes, and the more confused my mind becomes, the more unable to calm down.

Back home, the house was in a state of chaos. Zhao Zhenkuan, who was lying on the hospital bed, heard Zhao Yinyong's wailing, and naturally asked what happened. After learning that Zhao Yinyong had been beaten by Hong Jinglai for thirty years, the old man actually fainted.

The family is now in a mess. There is no man who can take charge. Fortunately, the doctor is ready and raised at home, so there is no big mess.

Zhao Zhenkuan is already seventy this year, and Zhao Yinyong is only a young man in his early twenties. Counting the days, he is the youngest son that Zhao Zhenkuan got when he was around fifty years old. It can be considered that he has a son at an old age, and his parents must be more caring for their youngest son.

. The old man was already ill, but now that he heard that his precious son was beaten half to death, how can he get better?

After hearing the news, Zhao Wanyong didn't even have time to change his clothes and ran to see how his father was doing. The doctor was giving Zhao Zhenkuan acupuncture inside and asked everyone to disperse and not to disturb him indoors. If Zhao Wanyong hadn't come in, he would have

Being kicked out.

Looking at his father lying down, Zhao Wanyong was in a state of confusion. One worry after another, there were too many, and they poured onto Zhao Wanyong in an instant. If he was a weak-minded person, he might have panicked at this time.

, so Xiao Zhao could still stand by calmly and wait quietly.

Fortunately, the old man just heard the news that Zhao Yinyong was beaten, and he was so angry that he passed out. Now the doctor administered acupuncture and cooked a soothing soup. After Zhao Zhenkuan took it, he was completely awake.

"Father, please don't worry, it's nothing serious." After seeing the doctor off, Zhao Wanyong helped his father tuck himself into bed.

"That's all about your brother. What's going on with Huayang Academy?" Zhao Zhenkuan closed his eyes and spoke not very loudly.

"Wufeng has decided to abolish the Wandong Temple and move the god to the big newspaper..."

Although no countermeasures have been discussed regarding the argument that the relocation of the divine master is worse than pigs and dogs, Zhao Wanyong is very clear that Hong Jing will definitely attack and weaken Huayang Academy this time.

"..." Zhao Zhenkuan listened and remained silent.

When Zhao Wanyong went to see him again, Zhao Zhenkuan actually shed two lines of tears, his eyes widened, full of grievance and sadness. If he had to describe it, the word "heartbroken" might be appropriate.

"Father……"

"I am going to be a father, but after my death, what should I do when I visit the temple..." Zhao Zhenkuan knew that he was about to die, and he paid more and more attention to the things after his death.

At this moment, when he heard that Hong Jing was preparing to demolish the Wandong Temple and change the god's master, the old man's spirit completely collapsed in a short time. All he could think about was how he would explain to Emperor Shenzongxian who met underground after his death. What if this happened?

How could he have the nerve to see his father when he knew that even the incense had been snuffed out?

"..." This time it was Zhao Wanyong's turn to be unable to answer, he could only wait in silence.

Zhao Zhenkuan, who should have been extremely weak, didn't know how to summon up the strength to jump up from the hospital bed. At a moment when Zhao Wanyong was caught off guard, he suddenly knelt down to Zhao Wanyong.

"The temple must not be touched lightly!"
Chapter completed!