Although the officials in the hall had long known that the colleagues who surrendered to the enemy would have the consequences, this statement from Zhao Yunan still shocked them, and they couldn't help but feel awe of the young prince.

"Prince, how do those evil people deal with it?" Cao Qiaomu nodded and then asked. He felt that Zhao Yunan had other arrangements in his heart.

"Execute to death together." Zhao Yunan said in a deep voice, then sighed, and added helplessly: "There are enough people dead now. If their families do not do evil, they will be entrusted to the Northern Xinjiang."

"Your Majesty is kind." Cao Qiaomu bowed and said to Zhao Yunan, flattering quietly.

"Your Majesty is kind!" The officials at the scene bowed to Zhao Yunan and said in a big voice.

"I'm a little tired, you guys can do it yourself." Zhao Yunan got up and left surrounded by the guards. He had achieved his goal of establishing his authority in Suzhou. There was no need to stay here anymore. The officials in the room stood up and saw him off.

"My dear sirs!" After Zhao Yunan left, Cao Qiaomu raised the wine glass in his hand and stood up and said, "For the sake of the people of Suzhou and for the sake of great harmony, you must work together. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find the Japanese bandits. Otherwise, we will have no face to face the people of the world and will even be disappointed by the prince and the official."

After saying that, he drank all the drinks and smashed the wine glass in his hand with a snap. Everyone drank the wine in the glass and smashed the glass.

The dinner was held in a dull atmosphere. Everyone was in a heavy heart. Although Cao Qiaomu did not say it clearly, they knew that if anyone dared to be lazy in chasing the Japanese, they would probably not be able to take it.

After dinner, the officials left one by one. Tan Zong was about to find an opportunity to privately talk about Zuo Yinglong with Sun Yan, but he was called by a guard from Zhao Yun'an.

Suzhou Prefecture official residence, study room.

Zhao Yunan stood beside the wall, looking at the topographic map of Suzhou Prefecture hanging on the wall, frowned.

"Prince." After entering the door, Tan Zong bowed to Zhao Yunan and bowed.

"Menghua, do you know why I called you?" Zhao Yunan said with a smile.

"The prince wants the officials to search for the Japanese." After glanced at the map on the wall, Tan Zong replied in a deep voice.

"You should take responsibility for hunting down the Japanese." Zhao Yunan smiled and patted Tan Zong on the shoulder: "There is an important thing left to you now. After the execution in three days, I plan to let you be a prison officer."

In Suzhou City, there are two people who are most qualified to be the prison officials, one is Cao Qiaomu and the other is Sun Yan. However, Cao Qiaomu is a royal relative, and the officials who were executed are only at the sixth or seventh rank, and some are still at the top rank. Naturally, he cannot lose his own value to the prison officials. Sun Yan is a great literary scholar and is not suitable for such bloody scenes.

Zhao Yunan thought about it, so he thought of Tan Zong. On the one hand, Tan Zong used this to establish his authority in front of all the officials gathered in Suzhou Prefecture, and on the other hand, he also showed everyone that Tan Zong was highly valued by him, and he could kill two birds with one stone.

"As the emperor obeys the order, he must do this job well." Tan Zong knew Zhao Yunan's thoughts and agreed immediately.

After leaving the study, Tan Zong did not return to his residence, but went straight to find Sun Yan.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Sun Yan was lying on the bed and rubbed his legs again. When he saw Tan Zong enter the door, he waved his maid back and sat up lazily. He didn't think Tan Zong came so late to reminisce about the past.

"Have you heard the name Zuo Yinglong?" Tan Zong sat down on the chair beside him without hesitation and asked with a smile.

"Zuo Yinglong!" Sun Yan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked at Tan Zong curiously: "He is the top scholar twelve years ago, the youngest prefect since the founding of the Dashun Dynasty. He disappeared five years ago because of a weathering case. Why did you mention him?"

"He is in Nanjing City now." Seeing Sun Yan's reaction at this time, Tan Zong replied with a smile, but he was a little confused: Sun Yan didn't know that Zuo Yinglong had been living in Nanjing City all the time, but how did Su Jin get this news?

"Nanjing City?" Sun Yan was surprised when he heard this, glanced at Tan Zong, and guessed his purpose: "Are you here to be a lobbyist for him?"

"Suzhou Prefecture suffered this disaster, and everything was in decline and was in trouble. It needed a talent like Zuo Yinglong with outstanding abilities." Tan Zong did not deny it, and looked at Sun Yan with a smile: "It's also easy to share the worries of the adults."

"You kid, you may have any idea of ​​your mind." Sun Yan looked at Tan Zong and yawned: "Suzhou Prefecture just lacks a Tongzhi. I'll write a memorial to the prince later and transfer him to the office."

"Thank you, sir." Tan Zong smiled and bowed to Sun Yan: "I hope this matter will be kept confidential. If it is spread, I will be miserable."

"You're still here if you know it's miserable?" Sun Yan gave Tan Zong a blank look, lay on the bed again, closed his eyes: "If you have nothing to do, just leave. I'm going to rest. When you get older, not only does you have a bad memory, but you're also prone to sleepiness. Sometimes you don't know if you're dreaming."

"Then, I won't disturb you to rest." Tan Zong heard Sun Yan's implication and knew that he would not disclose his request for an official for Zuo Yinglong, and stood up and left with a smile.

"This slut." When Tan Zong left the door, Sun Yan opened his eyes and shook his head with a smile.

The next morning, Tan Zong went to Suzhou Prefecture as a prison officer, preparing to verify the identities and evidence of those who surrendered to the enemy.

The prison was dark and humid, and the air was filled with an unpleasant and pungent smell. The cells on both sides of the aisle were filled with people, including men, women, young and old, all of whom were relatives of those who surrendered to the enemy.

"Sir, I'm wronged!"

These people have been locked up for several days, each with haggard faces and terrified expressions. When they saw Tan Zong surrounded by everyone, they all tied up on the wooden fence to shout for justice.

Unmoved, Tan Zong continued to walk forward, scanning the prisoners in the prison. Suddenly, he stopped and stopped in front of a cell. The people in this cell did not shout for justice like the people in other old houses, but sat quietly on the straw, the adult hugged the child, with a calm expression.

"Sir, the one here is the magistrate Wang Hao." Seeing Tan Zong stop, the prison head following him pointed at a tall and thin middle-aged man sitting in the corner and whispered.

The magistrate of the government office was from the seventh rank official. Wang Hao looked at Tan Zong, turned his eyes to another place, and ignored him.

"Take him to the torture room." Tan Zong thought this person was interesting, but he was still so arrogant now, so he ordered the prison head and walked away. He wanted to see if Wang Hao was throwing his jar or something else was hidden.

The prison head waved his hand, and several prisoners who were like wolves and tigers rushed in, put the shackles on Wang Hao's hands and feet, and escorted him away.

Wang Hao smiled slightly at his family and walked with his head held high, as if he was not guilty or ashamed.

Suzhou Prefecture Prison Sentence Room.

Tan Zong sat behind the table and looked at Wang Hao sitting on the chair in front. Wang Hao also looked up at him. Neither of them spoke, just staring at each other.

The cell was filled with various torture instruments, such as soldering irons, tiger benches and whips. Although it was cleaned, there was still a lot of blood on the ground and torture instruments, which looked gloomy.

After a while, seeing that Wang Hao was not speaking, Tan Zong waved his hand and signaled the prisoner standing behind Wang Hao to take him away. As soon as the prisoner's hand touched Wang Hao's shoulder, Wang Hao suddenly spoke: "Sir, I was framed."

"Who framed you, why did you frame you?" Tan Zong made a gesture, and the prisoners retreated, and he looked at Wang Hao quietly.

"Governor of Suzhou Prefecture, Zhao Yuanchang." Wang Hao looked straight at Tan Zong and said in a loud voice.

"Fart!" As soon as Wang Hao finished speaking, the prison head standing beside Tan Zong cursed, then realized that he was rude, and quickly bowed to explain to Tan Zong: "Mr. Zhao's family was killed by Wang Hao and the Japanese bandits. He said that Mr. Zhao framed him and was simply slandering people."

The governor of the prefect is an official of the prefect and specializes in assisting the prefect with daily affairs. He is a seventh-rank official. Zhao Yuanchang treats people gently, is kind and generous, and has a very good reputation in Suzhou City.

"I'm talking about the facts. Zhao Yuanchang is a Japanese bandit. He framed me to avenge his son." Wang Hao looked at Tan Zong coldly and said word by word.

Tan Zong frowned slightly and signaled Wang Hao to continue talking, Wang Hao then told him the cause and effect of the matter one by one.

That's right, Zhao Yuanchang does have a good reputation in Suzhou City, but his only son Zhao Shiting is a vicious young man who bullies others with his power and often does things to bully men and women. Zhao Yuanchang actively compensates the victims afterwards. For his sake, it's okay for everyone to forgive him, but in private they sympathize with him having such an unreliable son.

Three years ago, Wang Hao was transferred to Suzhou as the magistrate. Shortly after he took office, he met Zhao Shiting teasing a girl in the street, so he stepped forward to stop him. As a result, he had a conflict with him and was beaten by the servants of the Zhao family.

Wang Hao was beaten up and took the watermelon knife from the watermelon stall on the roadside and waved it. By chance, he stabbed Zhao Shiting in the left leg, making Zhao Shiting a cripple.

Afterwards, Zhao Yuanchang personally visited Wang Hao, who was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen, apologized to him repeatedly, and refused to mention Zhao Shiting's disability.

For three years, Wang Hao and Zhao Yuan have been in harmony, and the relationship between them seems to be unaffected by Zhao Shiting.

After the Japanese bandits entered Suzhou City, they recruited the officials in the city and asked them to do their jobs for themselves.

Like many people, Wang Hao had already made up his mind to die for his country, but unexpectedly, many of his colleagues were burned by Japanese bandits, and the rest were also humiliated and beaten. Only he returned home safely.

Especially Zhao Yuanchang, pointed at the nose of the Japanese bandits in public and cursed, and was slashed on his left arm by the Japanese bandits, and fainted from the pain.

What puzzled Wang Hao was that the Japanese bandits were completely unfair to their homes, and even sent people to guard the door and strictly protect them.

On the night when the Japanese bandits fled, the Japanese bandits took Wang Hao to Zhao Yuanchang's home. Wang Hao was stunned by the scene in front of him: Zhao Yuanchang, who was injured in his arm, was drinking and chatting with the leader of the Japanese bandits in the hall.

"Actually, I admire you very much, but I shouldn't have. You shouldn't have hurt Ting'er." Looking at Wang Hao with a shocked look, Zhao Yuanchang smiled gloomyly: "I want you to be ruined and be scolded by the world."

Under Wang Hao's shocked gaze, Zhao Yuanchang nodded at the leader of the Japanese bandits. The leader of the Japanese bandits ordered a massacre of the Zhao family's servants, and even Zhao Yuanchang's concubine was not spared.

"You killed them." After the massacre, Zhao Yuanchang smiled at Wang Hao with a ferocious expression, his eyes were extremely cold.

Subsequently, several Japanese bandits hung Zhao Yuanchang on the beam of the hall and set fire to a courtyard of the Zhao family. Some people from the Zhao family were burned to death.

Wang Hao, who was confused, didn't know how he returned home. He sat blankly on the chair, his mind was so twitching that he could not think that Zhao Yuanchang was a cruel and cunning villain.

Later, a pair of officers and soldiers rushed in and arrested Wang Hao and his family in prison for defecting to the Japanese bandits and leading the Japanese bandits to kill Zhao Yuanchang's family, causing Zhao Yuanchang's wife Liu and son Zhao Shiting to be burned to death.
Chapter completed!