Chapter 148: Farewell To The Banished Mo Family [I]
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Zhao Ling galloped all the way with Fengze, and arrived at Yulinwei prison not long after.
Yulinwei Prison detained all the serious and secret criminals of the imperial court. Naturally, the guards were extremely strict, and there was no way for idlers and others to just come and go.
At the entrance of the prison, Feng Ze showed his identity badge to the guard. The guard naturally recognized it, quickly clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed to salute. "This guard sees General Wuwei."
"The sage's decree, save Mo Qingshan from the death penalty. You, take us to the cell." Feng Ze's expression was cold and solemn, and he looked directly at the guard in front of him, with a tone of strength that could not be rejected.
The guard hesitated. Just now, he seemed to have heard that the sage had issued an oral order to secretly execute Mo Qingshan, but why did he now send General Wuwei to pass the oral order, saying that his life was to be saved, what in blinding heaven was going on?
He glanced suspiciously at Feng Ze, but was surprised to find that a beautiful and gentle woman in a plain dress appeared behind General Wu Wei.
This beautiful woman, with delicate facial features, skin as white as snow, holds a bright gold medal in her hand, with a majestic face and a cold tone.
"The heavenly gold medallion is here, so please lead the way quickly."
Although she looked petite and weak, her majestic aura was no less than that of the tall and straight General Wuwei.
Although the guards had never seen the death-free gold medallion before, they had also heard that this unique death-free gold medal of the Great Zhaog Dynasty had been given to the future Princess Xuan by the saint of heavens himself. Then the woman in front of her must be her.
Seeing this, the guard did not dare to neglect, and immediately bowed his head respectfully, leading the way.
The Yulinwei prison was dark and gloomy. Zhao Ling and Fengze followed the guards and rushed all the way through a dark passage to the cell where Mo Qingshan was being held.
The head of the cell heard the intention of the two, and said impatiently: "Then Mo Qingshan was taken away by the commander a quarter of an hour ago, and now he may have been executed."
What? Unexpectedly, Yulinwei's work efficiency was really of high standard, or was there someone who couldn't wait to want Mo Qingshan's life?
Seeing Zhao Ling's anxious appearance, Feng Ze felt distressed for a while, he picked up the collar of the prison head, and said with a stern voice: "Where is the execution room? Lead the way quickly, the emperor has already ordered Mo Qingshan to be executed, but here is a token of the emperor to stop it. Do you want to resist the decree and do not comply with it?"
"Yes, I will take the two of you to the execution room." On the one hand, the head of the cell was shocked by Feng Ze's momentum, and on the other hand, he could not bear the charge of resisting the edict.
The execution room was in the deepest part of Yulinwei prison. When the two moved in a hurry to the door, they happened to see Mo Qingshan kneeling on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, a black gauze covering his face, and a Yu Linwei was about to raise his hand and cut his neck with a knife.
"Stop!" At the critical moment, Zhao Ling shouted sternly, pulled off the hosta on her head, and threw it at the cold steel knife with all her strength.
"Ding."
The sound of was crisp and loud in the silent execution room. The hosta fell on the ground and shattered in response, and the steel knife in the hands of the executioner Yu Linwei shook mildly.
Zhao Ling's clear and firm voice then sounded. "The gold medallion for saving life is here, according to the emperor's order, to save Mo Qingshan from the death penalty. The emperor's order must be obeyed."
***
This was Zhao Ling's first autumn in Dasheng. Autumn was known as the time when leaves made friends with the ground. In the early autumn, the weather in Shengjing was getting colder day by day.
The sky was blue, the ground was yellow, and the autumn colors were in waves, with cold smoke and green on the waves.
The ten-mile long pavilion outside the city, the fallen leaves were flying, and the autumn wind was blowing, showing a bit of desolation for no reason.
Autumn was as cool as water, and after several days of continuous rain, sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, Zhao Ling clearly felt a few strands of coldness.
A plain satin cloak was lightly covered on the back to drive away the chills.
She turned her head and met Meng Yuan's gentle gaze.
"Ling'er, be careful of catching cold." He held her hands and said softly.
Zhao Ling smiled warmly, clasped her fingers with his fingers, rubbed her thumb on his palm, and whispered. "It seems that Mr. Situ's antidote is very effective, and your hands are not as cold as before."
If this process was followed, Meng Yuan's cold poison would be completely cured in around two months.
The two were whispering, when Chang Dong reported from outside the pavilion. "Master, Princess, Elder Mo is here."
Meng Yuan's face froze, Zhao Ling patted the back of his hand, stood up, pushed his wheelchair, and slowly stepped out of the pavilion.
On the avenue in front, a mighty group of people is marching towards the Shili Long Pavilion.
At the front of the team was a police officer from the Ministry of Justice led by Lu Ziqing. There were about ten people in the team.
Dressed in official uniform, Lu Ziqing was at the forefront of the team, riding a tall horse.
Walking to the ten-mile long pavilion, seeing Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan waiting outside the pavilion, he raised his hand to signal, and the procession behind him stopped.
Lu Ziqing jumped off his horse, his movements elegant and unrestrained, and then stepped forward to bow to Meng Yuan.
"Xiaguan has seen Lord Xuan."
Meng Yuan's expression was cold, but he snorted coldly in his nostrils and ignored him. Ever since he knew that Lu Ziqing also had bad thoughts about Zhao Ling, he hadn't given Lu Ziqing a good face.
Zhao Ling glanced at him helplessly, this guy's bad temper really made her speechless.
Seeing that this was not the way to go, she could only speak to resolve this embarrassing situation. "Lord Lu, thank you for arranging the farewell today."
"You don't have to be so polite, Ling."
The case of Guanjia Village had not yet been resolved. They were yet to catch the real murderer, yet he did not want to but implicate Mo Qingshan and the entire Mo family in this disaster, and Lu Ziqing felt equally uncomfortable.
Although Zhao Ling used the gold medallion to save Mo Qingshan's life, when Emperor Ming was furious, how could he easily let the Mo family go? After Zhao Ling rescued Mo Qingshan in Yulinwei prison, Emperor Ming issued an imperial decree.
The Mo family adopted the remnants of the previous dynasty and kept the royal family tokens of the previous dynasty privately, and should be sentenced to capital punishment, but there was a death-free gold medal to save their lives.
However, the death penalty could be avoided, but life crimes couldn't go unpunished. The Mo family were banished from the empire to the Desolate City.
After escorting the rest of the Mo family to the capital to receive the emperor's decree, they set off for the Desolate City on the same day.
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Zhao Ling galloped all the way with Fengze, and arrived at Yulinwei prison not long after.
Yulinwei Prison detained all the serious and secret criminals of the imperial court. Naturally, the guards were extremely strict, and there was no way for idlers and others to just come and go.
At the entrance of the prison, Feng Ze showed his identity badge to the guard. The guard naturally recognized it, quickly clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed to salute. "This guard sees General Wuwei."
"The sage's decree, save Mo Qingshan from the death penalty. You, take us to the cell." Feng Ze's expression was cold and solemn, and he looked directly at the guard in front of him, with a tone of strength that could not be rejected.
The guard hesitated. Just now, he seemed to have heard that the sage had issued an oral order to secretly execute Mo Qingshan, but why did he now send General Wuwei to pass the oral order, saying that his life was to be saved, what in blinding heaven was going on?
He glanced suspiciously at Feng Ze, but was surprised to find that a beautiful and gentle woman in a plain dress appeared behind General Wu Wei.
This beautiful woman, with delicate facial features, skin as white as snow, holds a bright gold medal in her hand, with a majestic face and a cold tone.
"The heavenly gold medallion is here, so please lead the way quickly."
Although she looked petite and weak, her majestic aura was no less than that of the tall and straight General Wuwei.
Although the guards had never seen the death-free gold medallion before, they had also heard that this unique death-free gold medal of the Great Zhaog Dynasty had been given to the future Princess Xuan by the saint of heavens himself. Then the woman in front of her must be her.
Seeing this, the guard did not dare to neglect, and immediately bowed his head respectfully, leading the way.
The Yulinwei prison was dark and gloomy. Zhao Ling and Fengze followed the guards and rushed all the way through a dark passage to the cell where Mo Qingshan was being held.
The head of the cell heard the intention of the two, and said impatiently: "Then Mo Qingshan was taken away by the commander a quarter of an hour ago, and now he may have been executed."
What? Unexpectedly, Yulinwei's work efficiency was really of high standard, or was there someone who couldn't wait to want Mo Qingshan's life?
Seeing Zhao Ling's anxious appearance, Feng Ze felt distressed for a while, he picked up the collar of the prison head, and said with a stern voice: "Where is the execution room? Lead the way quickly, the emperor has already ordered Mo Qingshan to be executed, but here is a token of the emperor to stop it. Do you want to resist the decree and do not comply with it?"
"Yes, I will take the two of you to the execution room." On the one hand, the head of the cell was shocked by Feng Ze's momentum, and on the other hand, he could not bear the charge of resisting the edict.
The execution room was in the deepest part of Yulinwei prison. When the two moved in a hurry to the door, they happened to see Mo Qingshan kneeling on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, a black gauze covering his face, and a Yu Linwei was about to raise his hand and cut his neck with a knife.
"Stop!" At the critical moment, Zhao Ling shouted sternly, pulled off the hosta on her head, and threw it at the cold steel knife with all her strength.
"Ding."
The sound of was crisp and loud in the silent execution room. The hosta fell on the ground and shattered in response, and the steel knife in the hands of the executioner Yu Linwei shook mildly.
Zhao Ling's clear and firm voice then sounded. "The gold medallion for saving life is here, according to the emperor's order, to save Mo Qingshan from the death penalty. The emperor's order must be obeyed."
***
This was Zhao Ling's first autumn in Dasheng. Autumn was known as the time when leaves made friends with the ground. In the early autumn, the weather in Shengjing was getting colder day by day.
The sky was blue, the ground was yellow, and the autumn colors were in waves, with cold smoke and green on the waves.
The ten-mile long pavilion outside the city, the fallen leaves were flying, and the autumn wind was blowing, showing a bit of desolation for no reason.
Autumn was as cool as water, and after several days of continuous rain, sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, Zhao Ling clearly felt a few strands of coldness.
A plain satin cloak was lightly covered on the back to drive away the chills.
She turned her head and met Meng Yuan's gentle gaze.
"Ling'er, be careful of catching cold." He held her hands and said softly.
Zhao Ling smiled warmly, clasped her fingers with his fingers, rubbed her thumb on his palm, and whispered. "It seems that Mr. Situ's antidote is very effective, and your hands are not as cold as before."
If this process was followed, Meng Yuan's cold poison would be completely cured in around two months.
The two were whispering, when Chang Dong reported from outside the pavilion. "Master, Princess, Elder Mo is here."
Meng Yuan's face froze, Zhao Ling patted the back of his hand, stood up, pushed his wheelchair, and slowly stepped out of the pavilion.
On the avenue in front, a mighty group of people is marching towards the Shili Long Pavilion.
At the front of the team was a police officer from the Ministry of Justice led by Lu Ziqing. There were about ten people in the team.
Dressed in official uniform, Lu Ziqing was at the forefront of the team, riding a tall horse.
Walking to the ten-mile long pavilion, seeing Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan waiting outside the pavilion, he raised his hand to signal, and the procession behind him stopped.
Lu Ziqing jumped off his horse, his movements elegant and unrestrained, and then stepped forward to bow to Meng Yuan.
"Xiaguan has seen Lord Xuan."
Meng Yuan's expression was cold, but he snorted coldly in his nostrils and ignored him. Ever since he knew that Lu Ziqing also had bad thoughts about Zhao Ling, he hadn't given Lu Ziqing a good face.
Zhao Ling glanced at him helplessly, this guy's bad temper really made her speechless.
Seeing that this was not the way to go, she could only speak to resolve this embarrassing situation. "Lord Lu, thank you for arranging the farewell today."
"You don't have to be so polite, Ling."
The case of Guanjia Village had not yet been resolved. They were yet to catch the real murderer, yet he did not want to but implicate Mo Qingshan and the entire Mo family in this disaster, and Lu Ziqing felt equally uncomfortable.
Although Zhao Ling used the gold medallion to save Mo Qingshan's life, when Emperor Ming was furious, how could he easily let the Mo family go? After Zhao Ling rescued Mo Qingshan in Yulinwei prison, Emperor Ming issued an imperial decree.
The Mo family adopted the remnants of the previous dynasty and kept the royal family tokens of the previous dynasty privately, and should be sentenced to capital punishment, but there was a death-free gold medal to save their lives.
However, the death penalty could be avoided, but life crimes couldn't go unpunished. The Mo family were banished from the empire to the Desolate City.
After escorting the rest of the Mo family to the capital to receive the emperor's decree, they set off for the Desolate City on the same day.
Zhao Ling galloped all the way with Fengze, and arrived at Yulinwei prison not long after.Yulinwei Prison detained all the serious and secret criminals of the imperial court. Naturally, the guards were extremely strict, and there was no way for idlers and others to just come and go.At the entrance of the prison, Feng Ze showed his identity badge to the guard. The guard naturally recognized it, quickly clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed to salute. "This guard sees General Wuwei.""The sage's decree, save Mo Qingshan from the death penalty. You, take us to the cell." Feng Ze's expression was cold and solemn, and he looked directly at the guard in front of him, with a tone of strength that could not be rejected.The guard hesitated. Just now, he seemed to have heard that the sage had issued an oral order to secretly execute Mo Qingshan, but why did he now send General Wuwei to pass the oral order, saying that his life was to be saved, what in blinding heaven was going on?He glanced suspiciously at Feng Ze, but was surprised to find that a beautiful and gentle woman in a plain dress appeared behind General Wu Wei.This beautiful woman, with delicate facial features, skin as white as snow, holds a bright gold medal in her hand, with a majestic face and a cold tone."The heavenly gold medallion is here, so please lead the way quickly."Although she looked petite and weak, her majestic aura was no less than that of the tall and straight General Wuwei.Although the guards had never seen the death-free gold medallion before, they had also heard that this unique death-free gold medal of the Great Zhaog Dynasty had been given to the future Princess Xuan by the saint of heavens himself. Then the woman in front of her must be her.Seeing this, the guard did not dare to neglect, and immediately bowed his head respectfully, leading the way.The Yulinwei prison was dark and gloomy. Zhao Ling and Fengze followed the guards and rushed all the way through a dark passage to the cell where Mo Qingshan was being held.The head of the cell heard the intention of the two, and said impatiently: "Then Mo Qingshan was taken away by the commander a quarter of an hour ago, and now he may have been executed."What? Unexpectedly, Yulinwei's work efficiency was really of high standard, or was there someone who couldn't wait to want Mo Qingshan's life?Seeing Zhao Ling's anxious appearance, Feng Ze felt distressed for a while, he picked up the collar of the prison head, and said with a stern voice: "Where is the execution room? Lead the way quickly, the emperor has already ordered Mo Qingshan to be executed, but here is a token of the emperor to stop it. Do you want to resist the decree and do not comply with it?""Yes, I will take the two of you to the execution room." On the one hand, the head of the cell was shocked by Feng Ze's momentum, and on the other hand, he could not bear the charge of resisting the edict.The execution room was in the deepest part of Yulinwei prison. When the two moved in a hurry to the door, they happened to see Mo Qingshan kneeling on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, a black gauze covering his face, and a Yu Linwei was about to raise his hand and cut his neck with a knife."Stop!" At the critical moment, Zhao Ling shouted sternly, pulled off the hosta on her head, and threw it at the cold steel knife with all her strength."Ding."The sound of was crisp and loud in the silent execution room. The hosta fell on the ground and shattered in response, and the steel knife in the hands of the executioner Yu Linwei shook mildly.Zhao Ling's clear and firm voice then sounded. "The gold medallion for saving life is here, according to the emperor's order, to save Mo Qingshan from the death penalty. The emperor's order must be obeyed."***This was Zhao Ling's first autumn in Dasheng. Autumn was known as the time when leaves made friends with the ground. In the early autumn, the weather in Shengjing was getting colder day by day.The sky was blue, the ground was yellow, and the autumn colors were in waves, with cold smoke and green on the waves.The ten-mile long pavilion outside the city, the fallen leaves were flying, and the autumn wind was blowing, showing a bit of desolation for no reason.Autumn was as cool as water, and after several days of continuous rain, sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, Zhao Ling clearly felt a few strands of coldness.A plain satin cloak was lightly covered on the back to drive away the chills.She turned her head and met Meng Yuan's gentle gaze."Ling'er, be careful of catching cold." He held her hands and said softly.Zhao Ling smiled warmly, clasped her fingers with his fingers, rubbed her thumb on his palm, and whispered. "It seems that Mr. Situ's antidote is very effective, and your hands are not as cold as before."If this process was followed, Meng Yuan's cold poison would be completely cured in around two months.The two were whispering, when Chang Dong reported from outside the pavilion. "Master, Princess, Elder Mo is here."Meng Yuan's face froze, Zhao Ling patted the back of his hand, stood up, pushed his wheelchair, and slowly stepped out of the pavilion.On the avenue in front, a mighty group of people is marching towards the Shili Long Pavilion.At the front of the team was a police officer from the Ministry of Justice led by Lu Ziqing. There were about ten people in the team.Dressed in official uniform, Lu Ziqing was at the forefront of the team, riding a tall horse.Walking to the ten-mile long pavilion, seeing Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan waiting outside the pavilion, he raised his hand to signal, and the procession behind him stopped.Lu Ziqing jumped off his horse, his movements elegant and unrestrained, and then stepped forward to bow to Meng Yuan."Xiaguan has seen Lord Xuan."Meng Yuan's expression was cold, but he snorted coldly in his nostrils and ignored him. Ever since he knew that Lu Ziqing also had bad thoughts about Zhao Ling, he hadn't given Lu Ziqing a good face.Zhao Ling glanced at him helplessly, this guy's bad temper really made her speechless.Seeing that this was not the way to go, she could only speak to resolve this embarrassing situation. "Lord Lu, thank you for arranging the farewell today.""You don't have to be so polite, Ling."The case of Guanjia Village had not yet been resolved. They were yet to catch the real murderer, yet he did not want to but implicate Mo Qingshan and the entire Mo family in this disaster, and Lu Ziqing felt equally uncomfortable.Although Zhao Ling used the gold medallion to save Mo Qingshan's life, when Emperor Ming was furious, how could he easily let the Mo family go? After Zhao Ling rescued Mo Qingshan in Yulinwei prison, Emperor Ming issued an imperial decree.The Mo family adopted the remnants of the previous dynasty and kept the royal family tokens of the previous dynasty privately, and should be sentenced to capital punishment, but there was a death-free gold medal to save their lives. However, the death penalty could be avoided, but life crimes couldn't go unpunished. The Mo family were banished from the empire to the Desolate City. After escorting the rest of the Mo family to the capital to receive the emperor's decree, they set off for the Desolate City on the same day.
