The cold wind of late autumn whimpered and blew between the Shinto stones of Yongyu Mausoleum.

The lifelike figurines of civil servants and military officers stood silently.

Zhang Mao looked at these mercenaries and felt inexplicably irritable.

Because of Yang Wanghao, I wrote to him again.

"You idiot, what's the use of writing to me now?" Zhang Mao scolded.

If the late emperor was on his deathbed, Yang Wanghao would be willing to listen to him.

Even if he is nailed to the late Emperor's bedside, he will not leave until he dies!

With the Queen Mother's love for King Yang at that time, could she still drive away King Yang?

As long as King Yang stayed in front of the late emperor's bedside, others who heard the news would naturally wait and see and even seek refuge.

Then use these people to assist and help them, and promote them in the name of the Empress Dowager, so that these people can replace those officials in key positions.

At this point, it was King Yang who had the final say on whether to abolish the establishment.

Great things can happen!

Why regret it now?

After letting out a slight breath, Zhang Mao touched Prince Yang's letter that was tucked away close to his body.

He turned around and walked back to his official residence in the imperial mausoleum.

Back at the official residence, Zhang Maoze frowned as soon as he entered the door.

Because he saw that the lights were on in his own room, and there were figures moving in it.

"Who?" Zhang Mao was a little unhappy.

Ever since he served Cisheng Guangxian, no one dared to come in and out of his place at will.

Starting from Yingmiao, even the scholar-bureaucrats in the outer court began to respect him.

He began to become the messenger who contacted and communicated with the senators and ministers on behalf of the royal family.

From Han Wei Gong to Fu Han Gong to Wen Lu Gong...

He is the one who attends the birthdays and festivals of these senior ministers every year.

Even in front of these elders, Zhang Maoze would be respectfully addressed as: Mr. Zhang.

Over time, Zhang Maoze also regarded himself as a member of the scholar-bureaucrats.

And he is a veteran figure.

Now, someone broke into his residence and appeared in his room openly.

This is so unusual!

Zhang Mao suppressed his anger and directly opened the door of the wing.

Then, he saw a group of young ministers wearing narrow-sleeved purple robes rummaging through his residence.

When these young people saw him coming back, they just looked at him in surprise, and then continued to do their things.

Zhang Maoze's luggage has been opened, and the clothes and books inside have been dug out.

The floor of the wing room was also being pried open.

All the screens had been pushed down, and someone was using a knife to pry inside.

"Who gave you the courage?" Zhang Mao scolded in a deep voice: "How dare you search my house?"

"Come here!" He shouted loudly, trying to call the imperial army in the imperial mausoleum.

He is known to all the internal ministers and is the highest minister in the Song Empire.

At the same time, he was also the envoy of Yanfu Palace, and Ning Guojun stayed behind!

Yaojun has also reached the top!

It is true that ministers who are not members of the ancestral system cannot go to Yaojun. He has already been appointed as the official Jiedushi.

However, no one answered his call.

Everything was quiet, except for the sound of the silent ministers rummaging through his belongings and the house.

"Who sent you?" Zhang Maoze finally panicked.

Still no response.

Until, a sound of footsteps came behind him.

"Everyone knows..." A familiar voice sounded from behind him.

Zhang Mao turned around and saw Zhang Shiliang's smiling round face.

"Zhang Shiliang?" Zhang Mao stared at this little boy who used to be in the palace, the minister who used to be servile and fawning in front of him, and looked at his round face full of smiles: "What do you want?"

"You should have asked Dou Zhi..." Zhang Shiliang said with a smile: "Why do you know why you have so many things hidden around you?"

Zhang Shiliang tossed a book sticker he was holding in his hand and said, "Such a thing... Where is Zhang Xu's book sticker..."

"This was Yingmiao's favorite thing during his lifetime..."

"The treasures that should have been buried with Yonghou Mausoleum!"

"How did it get into Douzhi's hands?"

Zhang Shiliang's smile looked like a poisonous snake in Zhang Maoze's eyes, making him shiver all over.

"What does this have to do with you?" Zhang Mao scolded him with a cold face.

"Haha..." Zhang Shiliang smiled and stopped talking.

But in Zhang Maoze's wing, the man who had been squatting in front of the bed with his back turned to him stood up: "Zhang Douzhi... Then how can we explain these..."

Each piece of exquisite royal objects was presented in front of him.

They were all loved by the late emperor during his lifetime, and they should all be placed in the late emperor's underground palace.

"Stealing royal objects is a capital crime!" The man turned back and looked at Zhang Maoze.

"Zhang Douzhi, if the emperor knew about it, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to lose even a hundred heads!"

It’s Lao Zongyuan!

A minister with a lower status than Zhang Shiliang, even knelt in front of him and kowtowed when he entered the palace.

Zhang Mao was not afraid at all.

"What on earth are you going to do?" He threatened: "Who gave you the courage? I want to report to the Empress Dowager that I will treat you disrespectfully, act recklessly, and frame you for the serious crime of frame-up!"

He didn't believe that such a small thing could defeat him.

Isn't it just to retain something?

Make it look like it's a big deal.

Yingmiao, what happened to the late emperor’s royal belongings?

Back then, he also took a lot of things from Yongzhao Mausoleum.

Who can do anything to him?

He is the most trusted minister around Ci Sheng Guangxian, and he is also the minister who helps Yingmiao rise to power.

He is also the confidant of the senior ministers in the palace.

Who dares to touch him?

Zhang Shiliang and Lao Zongyuan laughed when they saw Zhang Maoze, who was still arrogant even now.

"Zhang Douzhi..." Zhang Shiliang clapped his hands: "How can we explain this?"

Stacks of interrogation records were thrown in front of Zhang Maoze.

"Everyone knows that in Yongyu Mausoleum, people are slandering the late emperor every day, resenting the two palaces, and cursing the emperor..."

Zhang Mao said directly without looking at it: "It's all framed and framed by villains!"

"After I return to Beijing, I will explain it in front of the Empress Dowager!"

This is his last resort now.

In Zhang Maoze's eyes, these people were probably sent to the Queen Mother or the little emperor.

As long as he meets the Queen Mother and has the protection of the Queen Mother, everything will be fine.

Because King Yang will definitely help him.

"Haha..." Zhang Shiliang took out a jade plaque from his arms: "Everyone knows how good it is..."

"The Sa family is following the will of the Empress Dowager!"

Zhang Mao looked at the familiar jade plaque with the word "高" engraved on it, and felt as if he was struck by lightning: "Impossible...impossible..."

"The empress dowager's decree..." Zhang Shiliang said: "Everyone in the imperial court knows that the envoy of Yanfu Palace, Zhang Maoze, who was left behind by the Ningguo army, begged to die in Yongzhao Mausoleum because of his old age..."
To be continued...